Thanos Uses a Borrowed Knife to Kill!
The next day.
Ren did not go to the Advanced Training Ground to become an assistant coach.
Because Mordo coaxed and tricked him into leaving.
The reason is that one Vishanti Chains is enough for Strange to digest for several days, without needing two mentors to supervise him.
Ren thought it made sense, so he simply plunged into the Library in Kamar-Taj.
I had just stepped through the gate.
Wang, who had been in charge of guarding the Library, suddenly changed his expression.
"Ren, what are you doing here again!"
Fatty Wong looked wary, still shaken.
Last time, Ren tried a wind Magic here and almost blew the entire Library up. If he does that again today, he'll be fired as the librarian.
"Rest assured, Master, I absolutely will not cause any damage today." Ren's attitude was very sincere, and he reassured everyone with a smile, "Once I find the right Spell, I will definitely practice in the Mirror Dimension, and I will absolutely not destroy the house."
"You'd better keep your word." Wang breathed a slight sigh of relief, but still kept a close eye on Ren.
I know what I'm doing.
Ren gave a casual reply and turned to walk towards the deepest part of the Library.
He had already worn out the ordinary books in the collection.
His target this time was His Sorcerer Supreme's private Tibetan area.
The ancient books here are all locked to the bookshelves with thick metal chains.
The text above is obscure and difficult to understand; apart from the Ancient One, no one in the entire Kamar-Taj could decipher it.
Of course, Ren is an exception.
He doesn't need to understand it at all; he just needs to open the book, and the system will take over everything.
Ren walked to the bookshelf, unlocked the chains, and took down an old Magic book.
This is a manuscript left by the Ancient One, recording the life of the ancient god Hoggus.
There are countless idle gods in the Marvel Universe, and Ren has no interest in gossip.
His sights were set on a top-tier technique recorded in the book— Hoggoth's Hoary Hosts.
This is an extremely powerful life-saving skill.
The spell instantly transforms the physical body into energy, granting immunity to the vast majority of physical and Magic damage.
In the future, Doctor Strange might even be able to use this technique to withstand attacks from the Infinity Gauntlet.
In the perilous Marvel Universe, having the best survival skills is key.
Ren turned to the page depicting intricate Sanskrit and a model of human energy.
"Bite!"
"Host, please peruse the Sorcerer Supreme's top-secret manuscript."
"Successfully comprehended [Hoggoth's Hoary Hosts]!"
Current level: 0.
The System Notifications sounded precisely on time.
Ren didn't move, continuing to stare at the pages.
"Bite!"
"[Hoggoth's Hoary Hosts] senses that the host is well-read and exudes a captivating cultural aura!"
"Skill affinity skyrockets, perfect compatibility!"
"[Hoggoth's Hoary Hosts] has successfully leveled up to level 1!"
Ren closed the book with satisfaction and was just about to get up.
"Bite!"
"[Hoggoth's Hoary Hosts] has undergone a benign mutation!"
"Hidden trait acquired: Explosion! Please explore the specific effects yourself."
Ren paused for a moment, then stroked his chin.
Explosive characteristics?
What does that mean?
Does activating this defensive Spell mean I should run off and perish together with the enemy?
Is there something seriously wrong with this system?
Unable to contain his curiosity, Ren immediately wanted to test it out.
But when he caught a glimpse of Fatty Wong staring intently at him from the corner, he decisively abandoned the idea of casting a spell on the spot.
He raised his hand and made a sweeping motion.
Ren stepped directly into the Mirror Dimension.
Wang watched as Ren's figure disappeared, and finally let out a long sigh of relief, feeling that he had saved his job again.
Within the empty, Mirror Dimension.
Ren floated in mid-air, his eyes flickered slightly, and he directly detonated the Magic Power within his body.
"Hoggoth's Hoary Hosts!"
A low shout.
Ren shattered instantly, like a piece of glass struck by a giant hammer!
There was no gruesome scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere.
His body transformed into countless fragments of pure energy, shimmering with green light.
These fragments grew larger in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, they transformed into thousands of fluorescent green butterflies.
The countless energy Psylocke fluttering in the sky, like a dazzling green rain of light, adorned the entire Mirror Dimension in a dreamlike manner.
A few seconds later, the butterflies quickly closed up.
Ren's figure reformed in mid-air.
He opened his right hand, and a stray green butterfly landed lightly on his fingertip.
Ren stared at it for a few seconds, finding nothing particularly special about it.
As soon as he finished speaking, the butterfly in his hand suddenly glowed, like a firefly that had just been fully charged.
Immediately afterwards, a devastating explosion occurred!
The countless energy Psylocke that filled the sky acted as if a fuse had been lit, instantly triggering a series of massive explosions.
The entire Mirror Dimension trembled violently.
Countless jagged Spatial Rift were torn open in mid-air.
Outside. Library.
Wang Zheng was wearing large headphones, nodding and swaying as he listened to heavy metal rock.
Rumble!
A tremendous tremor shook the earth.
Wang's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the hard stone floor.
He took off his headphones, stared intently at the hundreds of spatial rifts that had appeared in mid-air ahead, and swallowed hard.
I was so scared I couldn't utter a single word.
What on earth is Ren up to?!
Testing his skills in a self-created domain, he even managed to shatter the spatial barrier!
Is this how a human being would do something?
Breaking the Mirror Dimension is something very few people in the entire Universe can do.
Even if the Sorcerer Supreme himself came, he absolutely could not have done something so outrageous.
The foundations of Kamar-Taj were shaking violently, as if a magnitude 10 earthquake had occurred.
As the crack slowly healed, Wang collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat, muttering to himself listlessly.
"Kamar-Taj is now more dangerous than Hell..."
A gaze spans the endless starry sky. Svartalfheim.
In the desolate realm of the Dark Elves, an ancient race that has slumbered for thousands of years has finally awakened.
Malekith, the leader of the Dark Elves, suddenly opened his eyes.
"Odin! Asgard will be reduced to ashes sooner or later, and your people will be utterly destroyed!" Malekith roared to the sky.
"With your crippled army, you probably won't even be able to touch Odin's throne."
A superior voice drifted out from the shadows.
With a pale face and a gaunt figure, Ebony Maw slowly walked out.
Upon seeing this, the surrounding Dark Elves guards immediately raised their weapons and rushed forward to attack.
Ebony Maw remained expressionless and casually waved his hand.
An invisible telekinetic force erupted, sending more than a dozen elite guards flying like rag dolls.
"Who are you! How dare you cause trouble on my turf!"
Malekith was furious.
"Ebony Maw, loyal to the great Thanos." Ebony Maw bowed slightly. "I'm here only to deliver some intelligence."
"What intelligence?" Malekith raised his hand to stop his men who were about to rush forward.
"Regarding the Aether," Ebony Maw said calmly.
Malekith's expression changed drastically upon hearing the word "Aether".
This is the most precious treasure of the Dark Elves!
Their tribe was defeated and taken away by Odin's father, leading to a rapid decline in their numbers. Now, only a few thousand people remain, barely clinging to life.
Ebony Maw continued, "Lord Malekith, without the Aether, how will you contend with the Asgard army?"
Malekith frowned, speechless.
As his archenemy for millennia, he knew all too well how terrifying Odin was.
Without the blessing of supreme treasures, they wouldn't even be qualified to go and die. Not to mention that Asgard possesses the most powerful army in the Milky Way.
"Where is the Aether?" Malekith asked in a low voice. "Hand over the coordinates, and I can pay you an equivalent reward."
"Thanos Ebony Maw said slowly. " The Aether is currently hidden in Midgard, on Earth, at Kamar-Taj. Odin entrusted it to the Sorcerer Supreme for safekeeping."
"The strongest Sorcerers in Midgard? Utterly pathetic." Malekith scoffed. "I will retrieve the sacred relic myself. As for you, you can die now!"
The raging Dark Divine Power transformed into sharp blades, hurtling straight at Ebony Maw's face.
Ebony Maw was prepared; he quickly ascended into the air and disappeared into the clouds.
"You cowardly rats! Once I retrieve the Aether, what is Thanos to me!" Malekith turned to face the entire army. "All troops, break camp! Head to Midgard! Reclaim the treasure!"
The deafening battle cries echoed across the sky.
High above the clouds.
Ebony Maw stands side by side with the massive Cull Obsidian.
The Cull Obsidian glanced down and asked in a muffled voice, "There aren't any Aether on Earth, are there?"
"Of course not. Kamar-Taj is just a gathering place for a bunch of madmen obsessed with Magic." Ebony Maw's face revealed a sinister smile. "Just let them cause some trouble for the Earthlings."
"In the battle of New York, the Sorcerers of Kamar-Taj ruined Thanos's plans, so they have to pay a price," Ebony Maw said in a chilling tone.
After saying this, the two turned and stepped into the invisible spaceship, heading into the depths of Universe.
Dark Elves, as the name suggests, are eerie creatures born from darkness.
Concealment is a racial talent of theirs.
A born assassin.
With the spaceship equipped with top-notch optical and Magic cloaking technology, even Heimdall, the first eye of the Nine Realms in Asgard, could not detect it.
They even infiltrated the heart of the Asgard to carry out assassinations.
Infiltrating Earth would be a piece of cake.
Although Kamar-Taj is heavily fortified, it doesn't have many top-tier fighters besides the Ancient One.
Even more coincidentally, the vast majority of battle Sorcerers are currently participating in the ascension ceremony in the Mirror Dimension, leaving the external defenses extremely weak.
The Dark Elves's stealthy warships swept in and instantly landed at the London Sanctum.
The killings came suddenly.
Many of the Sorcerers stationed here didn't even have time to send out a distress signal before their throats were silently slit.
Malekith personally oversaw the operation.
Beside him was his number one killer, Kurse.
Having devoured the forbidden Crystal, Kurse possessed astonishing combat power, once single-handedly wiping out the Asgard Royal Guard.
Faced with the overwhelming Dark Elves, the defenses of the London Sanctum proved to be as flimsy as paper.
In the center of the hall, only the guardian Daniel Drumm remained, raising his magical artifact alone, preparing for a desperate fight.