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Mordo waved his hands, "Secret Technique! The Crimson Chains of Setorak are activated."

A dozen thick, red magical chains appeared out of thin air, coiling around Strange's limbs and torso like venomous snakes.

Strange struggled desperately, his mantis blade on his arm trying to cut through the red energy, but this time, the vibranium blade only created ripples on the chains, unable to sever them at all.

"This is specially prepared for you, Strange," Mordo said expressionlessly. "You can't break free from these chains."

Strange gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his neck and forehead.

"Enough talk, Mordo. Deal with him, then we'll return to the Illuminati."

Maria remained unmoved; she had experienced countless cosmic conflicts and was accustomed to killing.

"agree."

A longsword with intricate runes materialized in Mordo's hand.

He walked up to Strange, the tip of his sword pressed against Strange's heart.

"Vanish, Stephen Strange. For the future of Earth 838."

Modu flicked his wrist, preparing to stab.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out.

Mordo stopped moving. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the gunshot.

Christine, who should have been hiding in the wine cellar, appeared out at some point.

She held an old-fashioned Lancaster lever rifle in her hand, standing in the shadows on the side of the church, a wisp of smoke still rising from the muzzle.

Her hands trembled slightly, but her eyes were unusually firm.

"Let him go!" Christine shouted, pulling the lever again and pointing the gun at Mordo. "Get out of our house!"

"Christine! Run!" Strange roared at the top of his lungs.

The red chains were so tight he could barely breathe, but he still tried his best to break free.

Mordo frowned, seemingly annoyed by this presumptuous behavior.

At that moment, the Ultron robot closest to Christine quickly turned around.

The red light in the machine's eyes was locked on the woman in the wedding dress who was holding a rifle.

"Hostile target detected, authorized for removal."

The robotic arm rose, and the pulse cannon in its palm glowed with golden light.

"No!" Strange cried out in despair, his eyes wide with rage.

boom!

A beam of high-energy particles pierced through the air.

Before Christine could even pull the trigger a second time, the golden beam of light had already struck her in the chest.

The immense impact sent her flying, crashing heavily onto the grass a dozen meters away, her Lancaster rifle falling to the side.

On that pure white wedding dress, a tragic crimson rose gradually bloomed.

Christine lay motionless on the grass, her fate unknown.

Mordo glanced coldly at the woman lying on the ground, then turned back to look at Strange.

"This is the price, Strange. Your presence always brings misfortune."

However, Mordo did not see the sadness or anger he had expected on Strange's face.

Strange kept his head down.

His messy hair obscured his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression.

Nobody knows what's going on in Strange's world.

The wind stopped, and the light dimmed.

His eyes were fixed on that patch of white stained with blood.

Only the silver ring she had put on her ring finger a few hours earlier.

He swore an oath.

He vowed to protect her no matter what.

He vowed never to use magic again.

He vowed to be an ordinary person.

However, ordinary people cannot protect anyone.

Rules? The multiverse? The Illuminati?

Screw the rules.

"Well……"

A low growl seeped from Strange's throat.

Mordo frowned, sensing that something was wrong.

"End all of this." Mordo no longer hesitated, and thrust his runic longsword toward Strange's heart.

"clang!"

The sword tip pierced Strange's chest, but instead sparked a burst of metal on metal.

Mordo stared in shock, his sword unable to advance even an inch!

Strange slowly raised his head.

His eyes lost their original color, the pupils turned into vertical dark gold, and were surrounded by black patterns like scales.

It resembled a raging, ancient beast.

roar--!!!

A deafening roar erupted from Strange's mouth.

This is not a sound that should be heard by humans; it is the breath of a dragon!

A torrent of blazing dark red flames erupted from his mouth, engulfing Mordo in its path.

"what!"

Mordo screamed and quickly used Seraphin's Shield to defend himself.

However, the dark, corrosive power mixed in with the flames caused the golden magic shield to become covered in cracks.

The immense impact sent Mordo flying, crashing into a pile of rubble.

Strange's body is beginning to undergo a terrifying transformation.

With a series of chilling cracking sounds, Strange's arms began to swell violently.

The original human arms grew thicker at a visible rate.

Hard, black and red scales grew from under the skin, covering the entire arm.

The fingers grew thick and long, and the nails curved into sharp dragon claws.

The magic-suppressing handcuffs that were tightly fastened to his arms shattered into countless metal fragments as his body swelled.

Strange gently swung the dragon's claw.

"Snap!"

The tightly bound crimson chains of Setorak were snapped in two by this terrifying force, turning into specks of light and dissipating into the air.

The torrent of magic once again coursed through Strange's body.

Upon seeing this, Maria Rambo, who was in mid-air, immediately gathered energy, and two dazzling beams of light shot straight toward Strange.

Strange neither dodged nor evaded, but raised his arms and caught the energy beam that Maria shot at him with his bare hands.

Under Maria's incredulous gaze, Strange crushed the ball of cosmic energy.

"You..." Strange's voice became low and chaotic, as if countless voices were speaking simultaneously, "...all of you must die."

He raised his two enormous dragon claws and slammed them heavily onto the ground of the square.

boom!

The earth trembled violently, as if an earthquake of magnitude 8 had occurred.

Centered on Strange, a massive magic circle with a diameter of over a hundred meters instantly took shape on the ground, shimmering with an ominous dark red light.

At the center of the magic circle, space began to distort, as if it were a huge abyss connecting to an unknown dimension.

"What the hell is that?!" A sense of unease welled up in Maria's heart.

Mordo stared at the magic circle, his face deathly pale.

"No...this is impossible, this is Cagliostro's dark magic!"

Modu had barely finished speaking.

"Awooo—"

"hiss--"

A series of chilling screams emanated from the magic circle.

The next second, countless magical beasts of various shapes and sizes surged out of the magic circle like a flood.

A three-headed hellhound, a bloodthirsty demon with fleshy wings, and a giant multi-legged worm engulfed in green ghost fire.

Hundreds and thousands of demonic beasts roared and charged toward all the surrounding enemies, unleashing their endless bloodlust.