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The various armies of the Dark Dimension also reacted.

These armies controlled by Dormammu are diverse in appearance and each has its own unique characteristics.

Many of them have wings that allow them to fly, and some are even creatures that look almost exactly like dragons.

These creatures, regardless of their species, seem to lack something compared to humans.

This is the limitation of dimensions.

Therefore, their eyes are filled with greed.

They yearn for the dimension of reality.

They will spare no expense for this!

A dark tide surged forth, its numbers boundless.

There is almost no end in sight.

Dormammu mobilized almost his entire force for this battle.

The monks from various places were not to be outdone.

Although some were afraid, no one backed down.

When they arrived here, they had already disregarded their own lives.

The fat mage watched the charging enemies and drank heavily, seemingly dispelling the fear in his heart.

Seeing the look in Iver's eyes, the fat mage chuckled and handed him the wine.

"Want some?"

The old monk opened his mouth.

What he really meant was that Iver was not yet old enough to drink.

But in the end, he said nothing.

Iver gritted his teeth.

"You've all come to the battlefield, kid. You're an adult now!" the fat mage laughed.

Upon hearing this, Iver no longer hesitated.

He grabbed the bottle and took a swig.

Unfortunately, having never drunk alcohol before, he was immediately choked by the strong smell of alcohol and started coughing.

However, the last sip of wine had already gone down his throat.

The bottle slammed heavily onto the ground.

He had seen this move on TV many times and had wanted to do it for a long time.

"Kid, don't die!"

The fat mage smiled, and his right wand began to swell with magic.

My pace quickened.

The army of the Dark Dimension has begun to make contact with the mages.

Seeing a dark dimensional creature with wings on its back about to kill someone, the fat mage suddenly pointed his wand at the dark creature.

As the magic surged, the creature trembled, and a large hole appeared between its eyebrows.

The fat mage roared:

"Back in the day, I was an Auror too!"

But this is just the beginning.

Compared to the entire battlefield, their existence was even more insignificant.

Iver followed behind the old mage.

At this moment, the old mage used his decades of experience to personally teach Iver the knowledge that he could not teach in the past.

Iver had always believed that he had surpassed the old mage.

But it was only then that he realized the difference between the two.

The old mage's magic, which he used casually, always had an unexpected effect.

He was especially shocked when the old mage defeated an enemy with a simple Wet Slippery spell.

Seeing Iver's gaze, the old mage couldn't help but smile.

He knew, of course, that although Iver respected him, it was no longer the same respect for his strength as before, but rather respect for his status.

But at this moment, he rediscovered a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.

“Iver, you can’t use the Split Spell too often, it will quickly deplete your magic. You should use more minor spells.”

"Let's try teaming up with others. Although we're not familiar with each other, we all share a common identity now: teammates!"

The two of them taught and learned.

Iver was incredibly excited.

But... the excitement always comes to an end.

Iver killed several enemies, which made him complacent, but also exposed his weakness.

They had no idea when they had separated from the main force and fallen into the encirclement of creatures from the dark dimension.

A large number of dark dimension creatures rushed towards him.

Even if his magic was originally more profound than that of the old mage, even if he was a magical genius.

However, it still couldn't play a significant role in such battles.

Just as he was about to be submerged.

A roar sounded.

"Raging Gale!"

A spell appeared, scattering the surrounding dark dimension creatures.

Outside, two figures appeared.

The fat mage was panting heavily; the spell he had just cast had consumed a lot of his magic power.

The old monk watched his disciple with anxiety.

"teacher!"

Iver exclaimed in surprise.

"Kid, this is a battlefield, don't be careless!"

The fat mage interrupted.

The old monk also wore a smile.

But at that moment, the old monk's expression suddenly changed drastically.

A spear pierced his chest.

The fat mage reacted immediately, and with a piercing, bone-digging strike, killed the owner of the spear.

But the old monk knelt on the ground, his face contorted in pain.

"teacher!"

Iver's face was contorted with terror and unease.

He rushed to the old monk's side.

But the teacher was no longer able to speak.

Reality offers no room for error, and doesn't even give them a chance to say goodbye.

The fat monk sighed, his expression complicated.

This is the battlefield.

Even he couldn't guarantee he'd survive the next second.

Iver was still crying.

But the fat monk grabbed him.

"Kid, the fight isn't over yet!"

The old monk is dead, but you must survive; otherwise, what was he doing here?

Hearing this, Iver finally cheered up a bit.

But the fat monk looked around...

Everywhere you look, there are creatures from the dark dimension.

Meanwhile, the number of mages around them was rapidly decreasing.

There were corpses everywhere.

Not only Kamar-Taj, or the four major magic schools like Hogwarts, but also many other wizards dressed in various other styles of clothing.

Nobody knows their names.

"us……"

Iver looked desperate.

"Kid, we haven't lost yet!"

The fat monk grabbed him.

That's right, they haven't lost yet. Countless other figures are still fighting ahead of them.

The Sorcerer Supreme and hero Nolan are fighting, Iron Man is fighting, and countless other renowned wizards such as Dumbledore and Balthazar are fighting.

The two fought desperately.

However, the number of dark dimension creatures in the surrounding area is still enormous.