London Sanctum Falls! Mordo Is Instantly Slain!

"Dark Elves! How dare you invade the London Sanctum! The Sorcerer Supreme will not let you get away with this!"

Guardian Daniel roared.

He raised Magic Light Shield with one hand and swung out Golden Chains with the other, charging straight at the powerful enemy in front of him.

The violent Magic energy clung to the chains, lashing the ground and instantly leaving a deep trench.

However, Malekith's strength is unfathomable.

With a physical body capable of withstanding Odin's divine power, it didn't take the attack before it seriously at all.

The Golden Chains lashed against the armor, leaving not even a white mark.

"A weak and ineffective trick."

Malekith's tone was full of disdain.

He threw a straight punch casually.

Bang!

Daniel's prized Magic Shield shattered into countless fragments, as fragile as glass.

Immediately afterwards, Malekith reached out with one hand, grabbed Daniel's neck tightly, and lifted him up into the air.

Daniel kicked his legs wildly and pounded his fists with all his might, but his struggles grew weaker and weaker until he soon stopped breathing.

His eyes were wide open, staring wide-eyed in death.

"Kamar-Taj is utterly vulnerable."

Malekith tossed the corpse aside like trash and turned to look at his men behind him.

"Dark Elves warriors! Follow me to raze this place to the ground, reclaim the Aether, and plunge the Universe into a realm of darkness!"

A deafening battle cry resounded.

The Space Portal suddenly opened, and the army headed straight for Kamar-Taj.

Today, Kamar-Taj is destined to be anything but peaceful.

A violent tremor was felt coming from underground.

Even Mordo and Strange, who were in the Advanced Training Ground, felt their feet go numb.

"Sorcerers Mordo, what's going on? Could it be an earthquake?"

Strange's face turned pale.

Kamar-Taj is built on the edge of a snow-capped mountain; even the slightest tremor could trigger an avalanche, burying the entire sect alive.

"Don't panic." Mordo waved his hand, suppressing a twitch at the corner of his mouth. "I just found out that it's Ren testing a new Spell in the Library."

Mordo had already cursed Ren a hundred times in his heart.

When other people go to the Library, they quietly browse through books.

This guy, he acted like he detonated a nuclear bomb inside the house.

Making such a commotion, you're practically not a normal person!

"Never mind what Ren is up to, let's get back to practice." Mordo forcefully steered the conversation back on track.

"Yes, Master." Strange nodded in agreement.

Just as the two were about to continue casting the spell.

Boom!

A deafening explosion came from afar.

Strange frowned and asked in a low voice, "Mordo, Sorcerers you hear that? It sounds like someone's blowing up a wall?"

"Cough cough... It's just my imagination. It must have been Ren who did it. Don't worry about it, don't worry about it," Mordo tried to argue.

The words had barely left his mouth.

A series of explosions rang out, getting closer and closer. They were even mixed with the screams of the Sorcerers.

Mordo's composure froze instantly.

This is definitely not a test of Magic!

Foreign enemies have invaded!

"Let's go! Let's go take a look!"

Mordo shouted and charged out of the training field with Strange.

Just as I turned the corner, I ran into a menacing group of people.

They were all clad in black armor, wielding energy weapons, and their faces were as pale as newly unearthed zombies.

The two leaders were tall and imposing, exuding a terrifying aura of oppression.

Malekith stopped and coldly sized up the two Sorcerers in front of him.

"Hand over the Aether, and we'll leave you with a complete corpse."

The Dark Elves soldiers behind him immediately raised their Laser Guns in unison.

"What Aether?" Mordo's face was ashen, his anger burning. "You dare to force your way into Kamar-Taj? You're asking for trouble!"

With a sudden pull of his hands, two crimson Rings of Raggadorr instantly appeared in front of him.

"Strange, prepare for battle!"

Mordo shouted, "Kamar-Taj only has those who die in battle, never cowards who run away! I'll charge, you cover the rear!"

Having said that, Mordo conjured a Golden Longsword in his hand, which, like an enraged lion, lunged straight at Malekith.

Bang!

A muffled thud.

Mordo flew back at twice the speed of his initial sprint.

Strange reacted quickly, catching Mordo as he hurtled towards him. The two stumbled back several steps before barely managing to regain their footing.

Mordo blushed. His opponent's strength had completely exceeded his expectations.

"I slipped just now, it was an accident." Mordo coughed to cover his embarrassment, his eyes instantly turning incredibly sharp. "These guys are tough, be careful!"

Having said that, Mordo once again drew his sword and charged forward.

As one of the sect's top combatants, Mordo was no mere figurehead. Once he got serious, he unleashed a barrage of destructive Magic, managing to fight Malekith to a standstill for a short time.

The black-armored soldiers around him surged forward like a tide, directly drawing Strange into the battle.

For a moment, flashes of light filled the training ground, and the battle was incredibly intense.

But Mordo was secretly groaning in his heart.

They can't break through! They simply can't break through!

Even a casual punch from the opponent contained immense Dark Divine Power.

With each head-on collision, Mordo felt his internal organs churning, and the Magic Shield in his hand flickered and seemed on the verge of shattering.

In contrast, their own attacks felt like mere tickles to the enemy.

"He has some skill; he's a barely passable opponent."

Malekith casually blocked a slash, his tone full of contempt.

"However, the game should end now! Anyone who dares to stop me from reclaiming the treasure shall die!"

Malekith roared to the sky, and the raging Dark Divine Power, like boiling asphalt, enveloped his entire body.

He suddenly threw a heavy punch, the force of which was mixed with black air currents that tore through the air, and slammed down.

Puff!

Mordo was thrown through the air as if he had been hit head-on by a heavy armored vehicle, spitting out a mouthful of blood mid-air.

After crashing to the ground, Mordo gritted his teeth, forced himself to stand up straight again, his eyes filled with an indomitable fighting spirit.

"I am the Master of Kamar-Taj! It is my duty to protect this place, and I will not yield an inch, even if it costs me my life!"

Mordo glared with bloodshot eyes and roared.

He forcefully mobilized the remaining Magic Power within his body and suddenly pulled his hands apart. The crimson Rings of Raggadorr shone brightly, like two indestructible walls protecting him.

Despite the excruciating pain throughout his body, Mordo launched another charge.

However, faced with an absolute disparity in power, all resistance is futile.

Malekith's strength is unfathomable; he possesses a terrifying physical body capable of directly confronting All-Father Odin.

Faced with Mordo's desperate counterattack, he didn't even bother to adopt a defensive stance.

With immense Dark Divine Power, Malekith, like a rampaging Primordial Beast, smashed through the red light.

Puff!

Mordo coughed up another mouthful of blood, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

It crashed through several thick stone pillars before finally plunging heavily into the depths of the ruins.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

A few seconds later, Mordo staggered out of the rubble.

The magnificent Master's battle robes were long since torn to shreds, and his body was covered in blood and grime, making him look extremely disheveled.

But he gritted his teeth and stood firmly in the way.