Peter pushed the door open, and his leather boots made a crisp echo on the stone floor. Wang, Mordo, and Strange, who had Eye of Agamotto hanging on his chest, turned to look at him at the same time.
Strange frowned and looked at Peter. Since joining Kamar-Taj, Strange has always been a loner and has a high opinion of himself. Except for attending classes, he almost never interacts with other apprentices.
The king sighed, walked to the central round platform, and turned the rune wheel. On the dome, a huge three-dimensional holographic star map suddenly unfolded, and three dazzling energy beams shot straight into the sky, weaving into a spherical protective net covering the entire earth.
"While Avengers and this young Sorcerer Parker are resisting physical threats in the secular world, we mystical mages are resisting invasions from deeper dimensions." Wang explained in a low voice, "Agamotto established three temples in ancient times - New York, London, and Hong Kong. The trinity built a barrier against outer dimensions."
"Protect against what?" Strange asked.
"Such as Dormammu?" Strange asked.
Peter nodded. Strange asked him if he had ever encountered such an enemy.
"My previous mentor and I fought against a demon. We cannot name him, otherwise he will know that we are talking about him. I almost didn't come back alive from that battle."
Mordo turned to Strange: "Where did you know Dormammu's name?"
"I just read it in an ancient book." Strange saw that the two people looked strange and asked, "Did Kaecilius steal those pages--"
"It records how to contact Dark Dimension and draw its power." Wang said.
Strange laughed dryly, "Okay... everyone, I'm just here to heal my hand, and I don't intend to get involved in any interdimensional interstellar war."
Peter rubbed his temples and looked at the neurosurgeon in front of him who had not lost his selfishness and arrogance. He missed the reliable Sorcerer Supreme in the future.
Before Wang could open his mouth to refute, the alarm bells roared crazily on the dome of the secret room without any warning!
"London!" Wang was shocked.
The portal leading to London Sanctum was blasted open by a terrifying force! The mage guarding London Sanctum flew out covered in blood, with a crystal clear space crystal thorn stuck in his chest!
Boom!
A violent explosion shock wave spurted out from behind the door, and the entire London Sanctum was reduced to nothing in an instant! The destructive energy turned back into a violent wind visible to the naked eye, and pounced on everyone in the secret room!
"Be careful!"
Peter's Spider-Sense screamed wildly. At the critical moment, he grabbed the stunned Strange and jumped towards the side transmission channel leading to New York Sanctum!
The violent current of destruction swept past, and the bronze door of New York Sanctum was severely shaken by the shock wave behind it. The light of the runes suddenly dimmed, and the transmission was completely interrupted!
Amidst the smoke and dust, Peter pulled Strange up from the ground, who was scared and pale.
Looking around at the familiar red brick interior, Peter took a deep breath.
They are trapped in New York.
And the ultimate dead end of "Doctor Strange" has officially begun.
New York Sanctum was completely silent, with only the faint sound of the draft blowing the curtains.
Stephen·Strange held on to the carved stair railing in shock, gasping and glanced out the window. "Outside... is it Bleecker Street outside? We are back to New York?!"
"Didn't Wang explain it just now? There are three temples in the world." Peter looked around and frowned slightly, "London is finished. Kaecilius's next target must be New York. We must find Master Daniel·Drumm immediately... Strange, where did he go?"
Strange was stunned. "Are you calling me?"
"I'm not talking about you, I said this place is weird." Peter rolled his eyes angrily, "Okay, don't be stunned, let's go find someone separately."
The two searched quickly along the stairs. Passing through the space wardrobes that connected all over the world, they arrived at the magic weapon display room on the top floor of the temple.
Strange was obviously attracted by the rare treasures suspended in the surrounding glass cabinets, and couldn't help but marvel. Peter's eyes swept over the deep red Cloak of Levitation suspended in mid-air. Cloak seemed to sense the breath of a stranger, and shook his collar slightly, full of spirituality.
"Master Drumm! Is anyone here?!" Strange shouted again, and there was only an empty echo in response.
"Stop shouting." Peter said in a deep voice, "Either he has encountered something unexpected, or he is preparing for it. Concentrate your energy, the magic weapon will not block the knife for you."
Peter was about to take a step, but suddenly there was an extremely strange trembling feeling deep in his heart.
It is a weak resonance originating from the soul level.
He subconsciously stopped and turned to look at the shadow in the deepest part of the showroom. In the center of several sealing formations, there was a two-handed giant sword more than one meter long floating quietly.
The whole body of the sword is as black as ink. It is not an ordinary metal color, but an absolute darkness that can completely swallow up even light. It seems to be forged from solidified nothingness. Only the handguards are made of a pair of sharp bat-gold wings spread out, with a bright red gem like a drop of blood inlaid in the center.
There was neither Senhan's murderous intent nor evil pressure. On the contrary, when Peter stared at the black sword, a long-lost familiarity and closeness filled his heart strangely, as if it had been quietly waiting for him here for centuries.
"Peter!" Strange's low cry interrupted his trance, "There is movement downstairs!"
Peter suddenly came back to his senses and gathered his thoughts. "Let's go!"
The two of them rushed down the spiral staircase. As soon as they arrived at the lobby on the first floor, they saw Daniel·Drumm holding a staff and standing with his back to the door tense.
"Drumm Master!"
Peter just shouted, the whole temple building suddenly made a tooth-breaking noise!
Boom!
The space turned upside down and folded without warning! The ceiling turned into the ground, and the walls stretched out and twisted crazily like a thousand-layer mirror. Strange and Peter were caught off guard and clung to the handrail of the stairs to steady themselves.
The door burst into pieces, and Kaecilius stepped in with two fanatical believers, a man and a woman. The three people's eyes were covered with cracked black scorch marks, which were signs of the long-term absorption of Dark Dimension's energy being eroded.
"Daniel." Kaecilius bowed slightly, with a cold sneer in his tone, "It seems that the Ancient One has made you the guardian of this place."
Drumm's staff paused heavily. "You should know what this means."
"It means you will die for the lies of the old era." Kaecilius put his hands together, and two transparent crystal blades formed by space distortion emerged out of thin air in the palm of his hand.
The two believers turned into afterimages and attacked Drumm from both sides!