Fusing Three Divine Powers, Strange Was Numb with Shock!
Having survived a life-or-death Extremis on Mount Everest, Strange finally gained access to the Magic world.
After escaping death, his cultivation speed was terrifying.
For most people, Mordo would have been so shocked that his jaw would have dislocated.
Having spent every day by Ren's side, Mordo had long since become completely immune to geniuses.
Advanced Training Ground.
"Strange, you've progressed rapidly. Your basic Spell are already well-developed; it's time to move on to more advanced techniques." Mordo reprimanded him sternly. "But don't get too cocky. At your level, Ren has already mastered high-level Magic. You still have a long way to go."
Strange glanced at Ren with a dejected expression.
These past few days, Ren has become a recurring Nightmare for him.
If Mordo makes even the slightest progress, he'll definitely Ren out and execute her mercilessly.
Mastering high-level Magic in half a month?
Is this something a carbon-based organism could do?
This kid is definitely an alien spy sent to destroy common sense on Earth!
Strange shook his head, forcibly suppressing his frustration and forcing himself to focus.
Today's lesson is on the classic defensive Spell – Rings of Raggadorr.
This was also Strange's first encounter with Divine Power.
"Listen carefully, Strange. We are not confronting the god himself, but merely borrowing his power." Mordo's expression was solemn. "Treat the god as a rigid machine program. As long as the rules are triggered, we can manipulate his power."
"What exactly do you mean by 'rules'?" Strange pressed.
"It varies from person to person; you can only understand it yourself," Mordo explained. "The weight of each soul is different, so the price paid and the power borrowed are naturally vastly different."
Mordo emphasized, "Remember the one and only ironclad rule: Never touch the power of multiple gods simultaneously! Otherwise, you will suffer a backlash!"
Strange nodded in agreement and began drawing circles with both hands.
A faint red glow flickered at my fingertips.
No matter how hard they tried, the red light would quickly dissipate after intertwining twice, and they couldn't form a shield at all.
After dozens of consecutive failures, Strange's mentality collapsed.
"I can't even touch them! Humans are just mortals, how can they possibly control gods?" He irritably flung his hands down.
"Don't make excuses for incompetence. Gods are just more powerful beings."
Mordo reprimanded him mercilessly, then turned and ordered, "Ren, set an example for him."
Ren calmly took a step forward and casually waved his hand.
A dazzling red light instantly emerged, rapidly intertwining in mid-air, and an indestructible crimson light shield steadily took shape.
"Did you understand? If you can't do it, it's simply because your self-control is terrible." Mordo had just finished scolding him.
The next second, something unexpected happened!
Ren showed no sign of stopping. Suddenly, a blinding white light shot out from the surface of the light shield.
Red and white intertwined, clearly distinct!
Immediately afterwards, another deep black light surged out from the void and smashed into the shield without any hindrance.
The pure red Rings of Raggadorr transformed in the blink of an eye into a strange divine S.H.I.E.L.D. with three colors flowing around it!
Ren held the tri-colored halo steadily, smiling without saying a word.
"Bite!"
"[Bethphenny's Sigh] has sensed that its host is performing a miracle in front of others and is in high spirits!"
"Skill proficiency has skyrocketed!"
"[Bethphenny's Sigh] has leveled up two times, breaking through to level 3!"
The Electronic Voice in his mind was crisp and clear. Ren couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.
Mortals cannot simultaneously bear the Divine Power; a clash of powers would instantly reduce a person to ashes. This is unless the Spellcaster's own strength surpasses that of the gods.
Ren wasn't strong enough to withstand the Laws head-on, but he had a system attached to him.
The system independently separates all Magic and assigns them individual wills. Let alone three, even if he were to combine more than ten kinds of Divine Power at once, it would be as simple as breathing.
Mordo and Strange were completely dumbfounded, frozen in place.
Even if Strange was a complete novice, he had just heard the ironclad rule of "never mix them up".
What's going on here? A human combining three Divine Power together? Is this what you call logical?
Mordo felt like his brainstem was about to burn.
As Master, he saw things much deeper. When ordinary people cast spells, one part Divine Power and nine parts Magic Power are used, with the Divine Power only playing a catalytic role.
But what Ren held in his hand was pure Divine Power, one hundred percent pure! Not even a trace of mortal Magic Power could be found in it!
What kind of bizarre relationship is this? When did the power of gods become so common that people can just freely exploit it?
Even more deadly is that the three Divine Power of the same level were forcibly stitched together, yet not even a single Mars was ignited?
Even if you invited the Sorcerer Supreme, he would never dare to act so recklessly!
This kid is practically forcibly exploiting a bug in Magic world!
When others borrow divine power, they do so by squeezing it out bit by bit.
Once it reached Ren, it was moved out by the ton.
Is this a loan?
This is blatant robbery!
Don't the Dimensional Entities do anything about it?
All the power drained, and they don't even utter a fart?
Mordo is utterly exhausted.
Teaching students is more tiring than slaying Demon.
Faced with a freak like Ren who disregarded the rules, he had no idea how to even open his mouth.
With nowhere to vent his frustration, Mordo could only force a straight face and put on a calm and collected demeanor.
"Strange, did you see that?" Mordo coughed twice. "Ren has personally shown you. It proves that as long as you have enough control, it's entirely possible. Don't make excuses for yourself, just feel it."
Strange's mental state completely collapsed.
Look at the tricolor S.H.I.E.L.D. swirling in Ren's hands, then look at your own empty hands.
He fell into deep self-doubt.
Is it really my own problem?
Is multiple casting actually very simple?
"Maybe it's not as complicated as I think," Strange frantically tried to convince himself.
He gritted his teeth and swung his hands violently.
As soon as a red glow appeared, he, insatiable in his greed, forcibly pulled in a wisp of white divine Divine Power belonging to Vishanti.
A mix of red and white.
Boom!
A deafening explosion, like a thunderclap from a clear sky!
Fortunately, the Divine Power Strange borrowed was pitifully small.
The explosion only raised a plume of black smoke, leaving his face blackened, making him look like a coal miner who had just returned from digging.
Strange, with his head full of curly, burnt hair, remained expressionless.
He finally understood.
It's not that Magic is simple at all.
It's simply that Ren isn't human!
In the days that followed, Ren's daily task was to be Strange's sparring partner.
As long as Ren makes a move, Strange will definitely question his existence.
After finishing his teaching duties, Ren plunged into the Library in Kamar-Taj.
The knowledge here is completely free and open to the public. Manuscripts of past masters and the private collection of the Sorcerer Supreme are all available.
The librarian is now Wang.
Since Kaecilius's defection, the higher-ups have specifically assigned Wang to guard the Library, keeping it under strict surveillance.
As soon as Ren stepped through the door, he saw Wang wearing large headphones, listening to deafening music while shaking his head and flipping through ancient books.
Too lazy to bother him, Ren casually pulled out a yellowed old law book and found a corner to sit down.
The book contains the legend of the Elder God Watoomb.
This Elder God rose to power by devouring dark forces, and was incredibly ferocious.
It contains a record of a unique skill called "Winds of Watoomb".
Ren's gaze swept over the yellowed pages, and Electronic Voice suddenly exploded in his mind.
"Bite!"
"Host has successfully comprehended [Winds of Watoomb] after perusing the Ancient codex!"
"Immersed in the aura of antiquity, my skill proficiency has skyrocketed!"
"[Winds of Watoomb] instantly leveled up!"
Ren's lips curled into a wild smile. The Library was simply a golden opportunity to hone his skills!
You can get god-level Magic for free just by flipping through a book.
"Bite!"
"[Winds of Watoomb] has been upgraded to level 1!"
"The skill has undergone a benign mutation!"
"[Winds of Watoomb] evolves into [Nebula Storm]!"
Nebula Storm?
Ren paused for a moment.
The name sounds very imposing.
It's unknown how powerful it actually is.
Unable to contain his excitement, he decided to test it out on the spot.
I glanced at Wang, who was still wearing headphones and shaking his leg wildly.
Ren secretly calculated that using only 50% of his Magic Power would not cause any major trouble.
He raised his right hand and whispered, "The Winds of Watoomb."
Call--
A wisp of cyan energy swirled out from his fingertips.
The whirlwind was only a few centimeters high, spinning rapidly, and even looked somewhat petite and cute.
That's it?
Seeing the harmless mini tornado, Ren was greatly disappointed.
"Its power doesn't seem that great..."
The thought had barely formed when a strange thing happened!
The cyan whirlwind at his fingertips expanded wildly like a ignited powder keg!
Rumble!
A deafening roar, like a thousand horses galloping, tore through the sky!
In the central square of Kamar-Taj, a terrifying tornado hundreds of meters high rose from the ground!
A violent, destructive aura raged in all directions, like an ancient, ferocious beast attempting to tear apart everything around it!
At the critical moment.
A figure in a plain white robe appeared in mid-air.
The Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme, stood in mid-air, suddenly pressing down with one hand.
A vast amount of Magic Power poured out, and the raging tornado that stretched from the sky to the ground instantly dissipated, turning into a gentle breeze and disappearing without a trace.
Kamar-Taj instantly erupted in chaos.
The Sorcerers flocked out, discussing the matter animatedly.
"What happened?"
"What a terrifying wave of destruction!"
"There is definitely an invasion by foreign enemies!"
"Thanks to the Sorcerer Supreme's intervention, otherwise we would all be doomed!"
"The Sorcerer Supreme is invincible!"
Let's return our focus to the Library.
Or rather, it was a wasteland.
The once magnificent Library had its roof completely blown off, leaving only ruins everywhere.
Countless precious ancient Magic books were scattered all over the ground.
Several thick, solid wood tables were even slammed into the brick wall by the terrifying wind pressure.
The destructive power was simply outrageous.
"Can someone explain to me what just happened?"
The Ancient One landed in the center of the ruins, his face so gloomy it could drip water.
Even with her usual composure, she couldn't help but feel genuinely angry at this moment.
Even when Kaecilius defected and caused trouble, he didn't create this much destruction!
This is a rare, limited-edition item she's been collecting for hundreds of years!
"I'm sorry... Sorcerer Supreme, it was me."
A guilty voice drifted out from a corner of the ruins.
Ren, looking embarrassed and disheveled, helped Wang, who was trapped under the rock, to his feet.
Upon realizing that the troublemaker was Ren, Ancient One's brows furrowed tightly, and her eyelids twitched uncontrollably.