A shrill and painful cry for help exploded in the void without warning. The magic power contained in that voice was so violent that it instantly shattered Peter's meditative state and forcibly pulled his soul back into his body.
Peter opened his eyes suddenly, breathing heavily. "Fuck! What happened just now?!"
On the opposite side, Strange's soul also fell back into the body in embarrassment. His face was pale, he could barely stand, and fell to one knee on the ground.
"Tutor!" Peter rushed over and supported him, "Are you okay?"
"He... he suffered a great deal of pain." Strange managed to stand up straight with the support of Peter, frowning, "I have never felt him so... so hopeless and powerless."
"Who is it? Who is asking for help?" Peter asked hurriedly.
"Mordo." Strange spit out a name with difficulty.
"Wait...Mordo isn't your mortal enemy?!" Peter exclaimed.
Strange sighed and nodded, "He is my enemy, but he is also my friend. Over the years, although we have different positions, we respect each other. I cannot agree with his Magic philosophy, but I can understand his obsession... We must save him."
Peter smacked his lips with some toothache. "The last time I chose to help my enemy, the guy turned his head and almost tore me in half. Although he didn't know my true identity at the time, it was enough to make people feel scared..."
"Mordo is an extremely proud person. If he was not really desperate, he would never ask me for help."
Strange said while waving his fingers. Several thick ancient books flew out from the bookshelf and turned pages automatically in mid-air.
"Okay, what do you need me to do?" Peter asked.
"No need to do anything." Strange waved his hand and summoned a crucible and several Magic materials, "You stay at Sanctum Sanctorum. No matter what Mordo encounters, it is not a danger you can handle. Now, leave here immediately."
He poured water into the crucible and threw in the materials. The originally clear water instantly turned into a strange bright red.
Peter sighed, "Okay, but if you lose your waist, don't expect me to save you."
"Mystic Waters of Asagiris, show me the location of the person I'm looking for..."
Strange was concentrating on guiding a mass of magic power. Peter was keenly aware that the magic power did not belong to Strange, but had a cold aura - that was the magic power of Mordo. Apparently, Mordo left this mark on Strange a long time ago in order to locate it in critical moments.
The red water in the crucible began to boil violently. Strange stepped forward and stared at the water. "Show his position, show where Baron Mordo is! Show..."
Suddenly, a burst of dazzling red light erupted from the crucible. Strange's eyes suddenly opened wide, with panic written on his face, "No... run!"
Peter had no time to react, let alone left Strange alone at this time.
Boom!
The crucible exploded, and a portal burning with raging flames tore open out of thin air in the center of the meditation room. The violent suction force instantly ripped Strange out and sank directly into the portal.
Immediately afterwards, that terrifying pulling force also locked onto Peter.
"Fuck!"
Peter cursed and immediately activated his adsorption ability, trying to stick his feet to the ground. However, the suction force from the other dimension was beyond imagination. Before he could clasp the floor with his nails, his whole body was forcibly pulled off the ground and fell into the passage made of flames.
"Ahhh!"
Amidst the spinning feeling of weightlessness, Peter fell heavily to the hot ground. He groaned in pain and climbed up. After seeing the scene in front of him clearly, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
Everything here is burning.
The sky was a dark red sea of fire, the plains in the distance were rolling with hot magma, and even the giant cave-like dome overhead was covered with flowing flames. And in the center of this sea of fire, stood a Gothic castle tens of meters high.
The walls of the castle are densely inlaid with human bones, surrounded by a river of blood.
Peter stood up and looked around cautiously, only to find that there was no one around and Strange was nowhere to be seen.
"Strange? Mentor?!" Peter shouted a few times tentatively, and the only response was the gurgling sound of rolling lava.
Damn it, where was that guy teleported to?
Peter swallowed. Before he could figure it out, one after another Legion red-skinned demon imps with horns and tails emerged from the surrounding shadows. They were naked, waving Dagger and steel forks in their hands, and surrounded them with malicious intentions.
"Okay... now it's exciting." Peter smiled bitterly.
"Attack!"
With a sharp roar, the demon imps rushed over like a tide.
"Get out!"
Peter shouted loudly, and the magic power in his body exploded instantly, condensing Shield of the Seraphim in front of him. Then, he spread the magic power outward and opened the shield into a hemispherical energy shield, tightly protecting himself inside.
"Kill him!"
"Burn him to death!"
"Skin him!"
Countless weapons hit the energy shield crazily, causing circles of red ripples. Peter gritted his teeth and tried his best to maintain the stability of the shield.
"Go and notify the lord! We have captured Sorcerer Supreme!" A slightly larger demon leader howled excitedly, licking his lips with his forked tongue.
"I'm not some Sorcerer Supreme!"
Peter roared and violently pushed the energy in his body outward. Shield of the Seraphim turned into a violent shock wave and exploded, instantly overturning all the three-layer demon imps in the front row to the ground.
"Die!"
A kid holding Dagger rushed over from the side with a ferocious look. Peter turned sideways to avoid the stabbing attack, and then kicked it hard on the ribs, sending it flying away like a cannonball.
However, more demons surged up from the group of imps. As soon as Peter pushed one away, his arms and cheeks were cut bloody by the other two. Before he could fight back, five more imps hugged his limbs.
The number of demons was simply too great. Peter was gradually suppressed to the ground, with dozens of crazy biting imps piled on top of him.
Anger and despair intertwined crazily in his heart. Peter could feel that if he kept his hand any longer, he would definitely die in this hellish place today. He would be torn into pieces by these monsters, with no bones left.
He doesn't want to die.
Click.
Something seemed to be broken in his mind. Peter completely gave up suppressing the wildness in his body, and his blue-gray claws suddenly popped out from his fingertips, shining with an icy light in the surrounding firelight.
"Get out of my way!"
Peter roared like Beast, and used brute force to knock away all the imps pressing on him. He turned into an afterimage and rushed into the weakest line of defense of the demon group like a bullet.
The fingers and claws were waving wildly. At this time, Peter was like a beast descending from the mountain, frantically tearing apart the weapons, limbs, and flesh in front of him. The resistance of the sharp claws cutting through the flesh instead aroused the most primitive pleasure of killing in his heart.
He forcibly fought his way through the sea of demons.
However, when he turned around and prepared to continue to deal with the pursuers, he found that the originally crazy little devils suddenly stopped. They stepped on the corpses of their companions and looked behind Peter fearfully.