Chapter 81 Archmage Loki, Apprentice Mage Matt
Chapter 82: Grand Master Loki, Apprentice Sorcerer Matt
Loki has been very happy recently.
After leaving Asgard and coming to Kamar-Taj, no one treated him differently from Thor.
At Kamar-Taj, both he and Thor began their studies as Apprentice Sorcerers.
In just eight or nine days, he used his profound knowledge of magic to win over many sorcerers at Kamar-Taj.
Now, at Kamar-Taj, people call him—Grand Master Loki!
'Sorcerer Russell did not deceive me.
The sorcerers at Kamar-Taj are all good people, and they speak so nicely; I really love it there.
'But now, I must continue to conquer the mortals outside Kamar-Taj, to let them also understand the greatness of magic.'
In the center of the crowd, Loki, surrounded by admirers, looked radiant.
He was no longer satisfied with merely describing the wonder and greatness of magic; he intended to personally demonstrate it to these Muggles.
As Loki's magic flowed, vivid illusions emerged, dazzling and enchanting.
Even the most advanced movie special effects were far from comparable.
"Grand Master Loki! Grand Master Loki!"
In the crowd, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl was the first to cheer, shouting Loki's nickname at Kamar-Taj.
"Grand Master Loki! Grand Master Loki!"
Immediately after, the crowd followed suit, cheering.
Loki's true body sat in a chair in a corner, holding a glass of wine.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and took a small sip.
It was clear he enjoyed the crowd's cheers.
Seeing this, Russell did not go forward to disturb him.
After discussing business with Tony, Russell had intended to ask Loki how he was doing at Kamar-Taj.
Now there was no need to ask; it was certainly going very well.
Russell remained seated, gently raising his wrist.
Divine power flowed, emanating from his body.
Like an invisible hand, it lifted the cheering girl to a nearby seat.
"Erin, it's getting late; you should go home.
"Although you asked Tony to pass a message to your family,
"they'll be worried if they haven't heard from you for so long."
The girl was Erin.
Since following Tony to Kamar-Taj, she had stayed there for several days.
The first few days were waiting for news from Russell, and the latter few were accompanying Matt.
Tonight, Russell came to New York to find Tony, and also brought her back along the way.
Earlier, Russell had business to attend to, so he let Erinwander around the party, helping herself to food and drink.
Since she was already there, it wouldn't be too late to play for a while before going back.
Erin nodded: "Then Russell, you can send me back."
"Alright."
Russell rotated his wrist, gently drawing a circle with his fingers.
A fist-sized ring of Fire appeared.
As the Fire ring floated forward, it rapidly expanded, forming a portal.
It stopped right in front of Erin.
Before Erin stepped into the portal, Russell suddenly remembered something and instructed Erin:
"Erin, tomorrow, go to the Nelson & Murdock Law Office in Hells Kitchen.
"Tell Foggy Nelson at the law firm about Matt's situation."
"What should I say?" Erin asked.
"Tell the truth," Russell replied.
Erin then asked:
"Honestly, what if Foggy Nelson doesn't believe it?"
Russell offered advice:
"If Foggy doesn't believe you, take him to the New York Sanctum.
"Find the guardian sorcerer there and have him transport you both to Kamar-Taj.
"Seeing is believing; once you're at Kamar-Taj, he'll believe it."
"Okay."
Erin agreed and stepped into the portal.
Russell felt a bit annoyed.
He had forgotten earlier that, although Matt was also an orphan,
Matt had a close friend—Foggy Nelson.
They were university alumni, roommates, intern colleagues, and business partners.
In short, their relationship was very good.
After graduation, the two together opened a law firm in Hells Kitchen—Nelson & Murdock Law Office.
Matt had been missing for more than ten days, with no news, so Foggy was probably losing sleep recently.
Shaking his head helplessly, Russell's figure also dissipated in place.
Russell had no intention of meeting with the other Avengers members.
They weren't close.
As a portal opened and closed,
spanning time zones, day and night shifted.
Russell returned from the night party at Tony's house in New York to the courtyard of Kamar-Taj where sorcerers were doing their morning exercises.
For the vast majority of sorcerers, diligent practice, day after day, year after year, was essential to improve their magic cultivation.
Wanda and Pietro, the two newly initiated junior sister and junior brother,
were also among them, diligently learning the standardized casting movements.
But this had nothing to do with Russell; he didn't need it.
The idle Russell walked to a rocking chair in the corner, preparing to lie down and get some good sleep.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw another equally out-of-place, idle figure.
Matt Murdock.
"Matt, good morning."
"Russell, good morning."
After exchanging greetings with Matt, Russell asked caringly:
"How is it, are you used to staying at Kamar-Taj?"
Matt nodded, then shook his head.
Russell looked at him with a confused expression, his brow furrowed.
Seeing this, Matt explained:
"Everyone here at Kamar-Taj is very easy to get along with.
"It's just that the spiritual body can't touch physical objects.
"After a long time, with nothing to do, it gets a bit boring."
"The spiritual body can't touch physical objects?"
Russell fell silent, deep in thought.
The first spiritual body he encountered was White-Bearded Ancient One, and White-Bearded Ancient Onedidn't have this problem.
For the subsequent souls he encountered, Russell's divine power could also directly touch them, and he didn't notice this problem either.
Moreover, out of guilt, after Russell rescued Matt's soul, he directly used the core panel attribute point energy to nourish it.
From a spiritual perspective, Matt's soul was quite solid.
And Russell hadn't met Matt many times during this period.
For all these reasons, Russell had never noticed the inconvenience of Matt's soul.
'How did White-Bearded Ancient One manage to transform spirit into substance? It shouldn't be that old-fashioned method of compressing energy, right?'
While thinking, Russell reached out his hand.
A ball of energy appeared in his palm, and he attempted to compress it.
After a brief attempt, Russell gave up.
Compressing energy would change its structure.
If the energy structure changed, it would become unstable, even exploding.
It was simply impossible for it to become a physical entity.
This was a transformation between the ethereal and the real, not a change in the gaseous, liquid, or solid states of matter.
However, a thought flashed through Russell's mind, and he remembered something.
Stephen Strange.
In the movie "Doctor Strange 1," he demonstrated the ability to astral project and study magic knowledge all night long.
It was evident that this astral projection magic contained techniques to help the spiritual body interfere with matter.
Thinking of this, Russell looked up and asked Matt:
"Matt, Kamar-Taj has a magic that can help you use your spiritual body to interfere with reality; do you want to learn it?"
Matt was pleasantly surprised to hear this, but still confirmed first:
"This is a secret teaching of Kamar-Taj, isn't it? Can I learn it?
"Do I need to ask Sorcerer Supreme Gu Yi first?"
Russell nodded:
"Of course you can learn it; Kamar-Taj is not a place that hoards its knowledge.
"The magic knowledge here is open to all eager-to-learn sorcerers."
Well, White magic belongs to Kamar-Taj and is open to all sorcerers.
Black magic and other highly dangerous magic are mostly privately owned.
To learn them, one must first obtain the owner's permission.
Hearing what Russell said, Matt looked at Russell with an expectant expression.
His expression, demeanor, and actions all seemed to say one thing.
Teach me!
Russell gave an awkward smile.
He knew all other magic.
Of course, he could teach; if the student couldn't learn, it was the student's problem, not his.
But astral projection magic was an exception.
He could still use it when his panel was at the second tier.
After upgrading, he couldn't use it anymore.
Of course, his divine body could freely enter and exit the spiritual and material Worlds, so it made no difference.
Russell got up and walked towards Sorcerer Mordo in the courtyard, signaling Matt to follow.
"Master Brother Mordo."
"Sorcerer Russell."
Mordo, who was patrolling and guiding sorcerers in their practice, was somewhat surprised to see Russellapproaching.
As long as Russell didn't suddenly get the idea to teach other sorcerers to practice,
Mordo naturally had no objection to Russell, the future Sorcerer Supreme.
Although Russell's qualifications were still shallow, Russell was strong.
Fighting Mephisto, slaying the Primeval Demon Beast, breaking the Sakura Island divine system.
During this time, Russell's glorious achievements had spread throughout Kamar-Taj.
As for the source of the news, it was the tea party personally hosted by Sorcerer Ancient One every afternoon at three o'clock.
It could not possibly be false.
"Master Brother Mordo, I'd like to ask for your help in teaching Matt magic practice."
Mordo nodded in agreement upon hearing this.
As long as Russell wasn't trying to interfere with sorcerer teaching, it was a minor issue.
As for Matt, Mordo knew him to be a kind and upright person from their interactions these past few days.
"That's no problem. It's just that, without a physical body, practicing will be more dangerous.
"Russell, you know.
"When drawing energy from the Multiverse, any magical energy will cause contamination to the mind.
"And the physical body can help block some of it.
"Matt currently has no physical body, so he will experience greater erosion than other sorcerers."
"It's alright, I have a way for this."
Russell smiled confidently, extended his hand, and a ball of pure energy floated above his palm.
"When Matt practices magic, he can just use my energy."
Mordo closed his eyes and carefully sensed it with his mind.
This energy came from Russell's panel attribute point energy.
It was non-toxic, harmless, and non-contaminating.
When used on Russell himself, as long as it didn't exceed the panel level limit, it could quickly increase attributes.
When used on others, it could also nourish the soul and body, slowly increasing the strength of the soul and physical body.
Its only drawback might be that it wasn't particularly good for combat.
After a long while, Mordo opened his eyes.
The shock in his eyes was hard to conceal.
"It truly has no effect on the mind!"
One must know that even energy from the Vishanti would affect a sorcerer's mind, making them kinder and more peaceful.
However, the influence of Vishanti's power was good on a human moral level, so it was usually not considered a side effect.
Mordo could not hide his excitement, asking with a trembling voice:
"Russell, can other sorcerers use this energy to cultivate?"
Russell slowly shook his head:
"All things related to magic share a commonality—
"—the source determines everything."
Chapter 82 Spider-Men in Action
Chapter 83: The Spider-Men in Action
Typically, a sorcerer's energy has three sources.
The first is the sorcerer's own mental and spiritual energy;
Through daily and yearly exposure to and absorption of the Multiverse's magical energy,
The sorcerer's mind and spirit gradually strengthen, and this portion of energy grows accordingly.
This energy belongs to the sorcerer, making it safe and reliable.
It is the energy most frequently used by sorcerers in their daily activities and battles.
It is important to note that when exposed to magical energy,
Magical energy constantly erodes and influences the sorcerer's mind.
Therefore, sorcerers always discreetly draw energy from the Multiverse.
But even so, almost all experienced sorcerers have suffered setbacks in this regard.
The second is energy borrowed by the sorcerer from a Dimensional Demon God;
Typically, this energy is more powerful and destructive than the energy cultivated by the sorcerer himself.
However, borrowing energy often requires a huge price.
Thus, sorcerers only use this energy in high-intensity, high-stakes battles.
The third is various magical artifacts.
These are usually created by powerful sorcerers and certain beings from magical dimensions.
As external objects, they are more controllable and safer than the second source of magic.
But similarly, they will have backdoors left by their creators.
The attribute point energy on Russell's panel is not truly magical energy, but it shares similar characteristics.
While it does not affect the mind, it can enhance physique and nourish the soul.
This is how attribute point energy affects sorcerers.
Anyone who has used Russell's attribute point energy to nourish their soul or enhance their body will have a bomb planted within them.
The switch for this bomb is, naturally, in Russell's hands.
The power of the bomb depends on the amount of energy used.
"All things related to magic share a common point—"
"—the source determines everything."
"And I am the source of this energy; I can control it at any time to do whatever I want."
Mordo fell silent.
'If Russell has any intentions while sorcerers use the energy he provides for cultivation, he can easily twist the minds of other sorcerers.'
'Can the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj trust Russellunconditionally?'
"There's also another point: my current energy is not enough to support all sorcerers' cultivation, and it's not scarcity but uneven distribution that causes concern."
Seeing Mordo's silence, Russell added.
When the panel upgrades, attribute point energy generally does not affect Russell's combat power.
However, Russell cannot freely absorb magical energy and convert it into attribute point energy.
Absorbing too much magical energy would affect Russell's mind.
After the panel upgrade is complete, he can open an exchange service as appropriate.
He could also act as a middleman, taking a small cut to earn a little profit.
Conveniently, the dimensional space taken from the beast can be used as a transfer station for exchanging magical energy and attribute point energy.
A moment later, Mordo calmed down and apologized to Russell:
"I was presumptuous, Russell."
"Although Kamar-Taj advocates sharing knowledge, it does not force sorcerers to make selfless contributions."
"Moreover, Russell, your continued strength is more important than the improvement of other sorcerers."
Even if this special energy was not Russell's own, but something Russell discovered in a special place,
Mordo had no reason to ask Russell to hand it over for all sorcerers to share.
On the contrary, in that case, it should be used by Russellalone.
What Mordo just said was heartfelt and true.
Russell's strength alone was more important than all other sorcerers in Kamar-Taj combined.
Russell smiled gently:
"It's alright, Master Brother Mordo, you were just worried."
"If there are no other issues, I'll leave Matt to you, Master Brother Mordo."
"I'll go get busy now."
Mordo's mouth twitched: "Russell, you go get busy (lie flat) then."
After their conversation, Matt left with Mordo.
Although what Russell and Mordo said was vague, he understood a little.
Using Russell's energy would put him under Russell's control.
But what did that have to do with him?
Without Russell, he would still be drifting aimlessly in the beast's dimensional space.
After entrusting Matt to Mordo, Russell returned to the rocking chair in the corner.
He lay down, his eyes slightly closed.
Creak, creak~
Creak, creak~
Creak, creak~
"Wanda, Pietro, why are you so quiet? Are you here to ask about the Inheritors family?"
Russell opened his eyes and sat up, looking at Wandaand Pietro, who were lying in rocking chairs beside him, imitating his posture.
Wanda and Pietro looked a little embarrassed:
"Yes, Russell. Is there any news about the Inheritors family?"
Russell was helpless; he had only spoken to them about this yesterday. How could there be news so quickly?
However, he could understand.
"Wanda, Pietro, if there's any news about the Inheritors family, I'll let you know."
"But don't forget, cloning technology alone isn't enough."
"You also need to become strong enough to snatch your parents' souls back from hell."
"You won't get stronger by just spacing out here with me, you know."
Wanda nodded and explained, "I know, but I can't calm down right now. Sorcerer Ancient One said I'm not suitable for cultivation at the moment."
Pietro also explained himself, "Me too."
Russell was speechless.
'Am I really not suited to be a teacher? I can't even draw a good picture.'
Russell smiled helplessly and comforted the two: "Then just rest here in peace. Don't worry, the Spider-Men are in action."
The Spider-Men are in action, and so is the Inheritors family.
Morlun, a member of the Inheritors family.
He is the strongest member of the family, second only to the patriarch, Soros.
He has been very unhappy lately.
Ever since the Inheritors family captured the god of the spider totem, the Master Weaver of Earth-000,
Soros, the patriarch of the Inheritors family, unexpectedly discovered that the Master Weaver possessed the ability to travel through the Multiverse.
Under the design of their family member Jennix, they began to use the Master Weaver's ability to travel between different dimensions.
And search for and hunt all Spider-Men in the Multiverse.
Initially, the operation went very smoothly.
Every World connected by the Master Weaver's Web of Destiny had a Spider-Man.
A lone Spider-Man.
But as a large number of Spider-Men died across the Multiverse,
A few Spider-Men discovered that someone was specifically hunting them.
After investigation, they discovered the existence of the Inheritors family.
After that, these Spider-Men united the Spider-Men from other Universes.
And left their original Worlds to fight a guerrilla war against the Inheritors family in the Multiverse.
Miguel, the Ultimate Spider-Man 2099, was one of them.
The Web Warriors led by Miguel gathered many Spider-Men.
As a result, the difficulty of finding lone Spider-Men has rapidly increased.
However, a while ago, Morlun led the Inheritors family to discover and breach a stronghold of the Web Warriors.
And from it, they obtained the coordinates of over a dozen Universes.
As the leader, he was assigned five of them.
But the first four Universes yielded nothing.
The Web Warriors had likely already moved the Spider-Men in time.
This current one is the last one—
—Earth-65.
Morlun didn't hold much hope, merely performing a routine check.
"Five Spider-Men! This Universe actually has five Spider-Men!!!"
Looking at the newspaper content, Morlun was ecstatic.
"And they even formed a band, performing every Saturday night at the New York Metropolitan Opera House!"
Morlun looked at the names and pictures of the Spider-Men in the newspaper, trembling with excitement.
Spider-Man Band, members:
Spider-Man UK;
Spider-Man Noir;
Mech Spider-Man;
Ghost-Spider;
Spider-Ham;
Morlun grinned, setting off for the New York Metropolitan Theater, waiting to ambush them!
Night fell, at an abandoned warehouse in the New Yorkharbor.
The five Spider-Men sat in a circle, discussing how to ambush the Inheritors family on Earth-65.
Spider-Ham:
"Didn't the Sorcerer Spider-Man say to just carry on with our normal activities?
"And when the Inheritors family shows up, just press the pager to call Sorcerer Spider-Man for rescue."
Ghost-Spider – Gwen shook her head: "
I got news. Sorcerer Spider-Man has a friend who also carried a pager.
"In the end, he still died, his physical body gone, with only his soul remaining."
"How could this happen?!"
Spider-Ham exclaimed, somewhat disbelieving.
"Is this pager fake? Did Sorcerer Spider-Man trick us?"
"No, the pager is real. Sorcerer Spider-Man didn't trick you."
Gwen denied Spider-Ham's claim and explained for Russell.
"Sorcerer Spider-Man's friend was instantly killed, too fast to press the pager."
"Instantly killed, too fast to press the pager?" Penny Spider-Man, Penny Parker, changed her expression.
She hadn't been bitten by a spider, her base combat power was average, relying mainly on her mech for fighting.
If Sorcerer Spider-Man's friend could be instantly killed, she might also be vulnerable.
"Ghost-Spider, do you have a good plan?" Spider-Man Noir asked in a deep voice.
Gwen smiled confidently; of course, she had thought of a plan before calling them for a meeting.
"We don't necessarily have to be bait, exposing ourselves openly and giving the Inheritors family the first move."
"Then what should we do?" Penny Spider-Man asked.
If they followed Russell's suggestion, she would undoubtedly be in the most danger.
If Gwen had a better plan, she would support it wholeheartedly.
Gwen didn't keep them in suspense:
"We can lure the snake out of its hole!
"So, we form a Spider-Man band and choose a fixed time and place to perform."
"And then?"
"Then, spread our reputation. Try to make it known to everyone.
"As soon as the Inheritors family arrives in this Universe, they will know this news.
"This way, they won't have to search for us everywhere.
"They just need to wait in a fixed location for us to appear at a fixed time."
Spider-Ham asked confusedly, "What's the difference? Aren't we still exposed?"
"Of course there's a difference."
Spider-Man Noir explained.
"We only need to keep an eye on one place, and when the Inheritors family arrives in this Universe, it will be easy to spot their traces."
"Even if they don't appear, we don't need to constantly expose ourselves and stay on alert 24 hours a day."
The five Spider-Men exchanged glances, and they unanimously agreed to lure the snake out of its hole!
Chapter 83 Whitebeard Ancient One: Hell is but a trifle
Chapter 84: White-Bearded Ancient One: Mere Hell
Earth-65, Nepal, Kamar-Taj.
The White-Bearded Ancient One had been silently observing these Spider-Men.
Although Russell was being unreasonable, ordering him, his teacher, around.
Then he blocked the signal, couldn't be found, and just ran back to Earth-404.
But what could he, as a teacher, do?
Forgive him, of course.
At most, he would just throw a few more Universes onto his shoulders later.
As the Spider-Men and the White-Bearded Ancient Onewaited, a ripple appeared in the spacetime of Earth-65's Universe.
This was the ripple of the Master Weaver, the web of life and destiny.
Following the ripple, the White-Bearded Ancient One's eyes lit up.
Members of the Inheritors family had arrived!
Using the positioning of the Time Stone (fake), the White-Bearded Ancient One drew a circle with his finger, opening a portal.
The show was about to begin, and he wanted to call Russell to watch it with him.
Sparks flickered, and the portal slowly opened.
Unlike what the White-Bearded Ancient One had expected, the other side of the portal was not Russell.
Instead, it was a young female mage dressed in the plain white robes of Kamar-Taj.
The White-Bearded Ancient One carefully observed the young female mage on the other side of the portal, and after a moment of hesitation, asked:
"Are you, Wanda?"
Wanda looked at the White-Bearded Ancient One with some annoyance.
This white-bearded old man was too impolite!
Opening a portal so casually near someone else.
Seeing Wanda's expression, the White-Bearded Ancient One understood that she might have misunderstood something.
So he slowly began to explain:
"I came looking for Russell.
"It's just that I don't know why, but it pinpointed you here.
"Did he give you the Time Stone?"
Wanda believed the White-Bearded Ancient One's explanation, understanding that this was likely a misunderstanding—the crucial information about the Time Stone was known by very few people.
"I am Wanda Maximoff. Russell did lend me the Time Stone to study for a while. Who are you, and why do you also know me?"
Wanda first answered the White-Bearded Ancient One's question, then posed her own.
First Russell, then this mysterious white-bearded old man in front of her.
Why did they all know her?
"I am Ancient One, the Ancient One of Earth-616."
The White-Bearded Ancient One first answered the first question, then answered the second question with a somewhat strange tone.
"As for why I know you?
"The Scarlet Witch, even in the Multiverse, is renowned.
"Of course, you are just Wanda now, not the Scarlet Witch."
Wanda pressed on: "The Scarlet Witch? What is that, another Universe's Wanda?"
She felt like she had found the truth behind Russellunderstanding her and believing in her immense potential.
The White-Bearded Ancient One nodded: "Yes."
"Then can I also become as strong as the other Universe's Wanda in the future?"
Wanda continued to ask, a little excited.
She remembered Russell saying that if she was strong enough, she could snatch her parents' souls back from hell.
The White-Bearded Ancient One slowly shook his head.
"Hard to say, Wanda.
"You see, the same person in different Universes can have significant differences.
"Including personality, height, appearance, and even gender, and so on.
"Take me as an example, isn't the Sorcerer Ancient One in your Universe a female?
"If I didn't say anything, would you be able to connect the two of us?"
"But you are both Sorcerer Supremes, both equally powerful."
"Ancient One is not my real name. In many Universes, I died before becoming the Sorcerer Supreme."
And, we are not equally powerful, I am stronger.
The White-Bearded Ancient One explained, then asked Wanda.
"Wanda, why are you so fixated on power? A mage's cultivation should strive to maintain a peaceful heart, especially for someone like you who possesses Chaos Magic."
Wanda fell silent; the Bald Ancient One had also told her this.
"Russell said that only with great strength can I snatch my parents' souls back from hell."
The White-Bearded Ancient One's face darkened.
"This unfilial disciple is misleading others!"
"Master, why are you speaking ill of me behind my back? What did I say wrong?"
Russell's voice rang out.
The White-Bearded Ancient One scolded with a dark face:
"Wanda has only just begun her cultivation, and you're setting such a difficult goal for her.
"How are you a teacher? Do you know how to teach? Do you understand gradual progress?"
Under the White-Bearded Ancient One's three consecutive questions, Russell's eyes darted around, finally managing to blurt out a sentence.
"I'm not Wanda's teacher, you are.
"Besides, I figured, pressure creates motivation, right?"
"I'm Wanda's teacher?"
The White-Bearded Ancient One asked, puzzled.
Knowing that Russell had given the Time Stone to Wanda, the White-Bearded Ancient One's first reaction was that Wanda was Russell's disciple.
After all, that was the Time Stone (fake), not just some random item.
"Mm." Russell nodded.
The White-Bearded Ancient One looked at Wanda.
Wanda hesitated for a moment, then said: "My teacher is indeed the Sorcerer Ancient One. It's just that I don't know about different Universes."
The White-Bearded Ancient One nodded.
First, he admonished Russell:
"You should put less pressure on Wanda from now on.
"Pressure creating motivation is true, but you can't just add pressure arbitrarily like that.
"You need to proceed gradually, not try to make things grow too fast.
"When you have time, you should study psychology properly.
"For an excellent Sorcerer Supreme, psychological knowledge is also very important.
"You should know that many mages encounter psychological problems during their spell training."
Then, he kindly said to Wanda:
"Wanda, don't put too much pressure on yourself.
"In a few days, when I have time, I'll go to hell and bring your parents' souls back for you."
Normally, the White-Bearded Ancient One would not do this, but Russell was causing trouble.
Upon hearing this, Wanda was overjoyed, saying in disbelief: "Really, Sorcerer Ancient One?"
The White-Bearded Ancient One nodded: "It's just hell."
The heavy burden that had weighed on her heart for many days suddenly lifted, and Wanda wept with joy.
She turned, hugged Russell, and buried her head, sobbing.
The White-Bearded Ancient One: "?"
Shouldn't you be rushing through the portal and hugging me, your master, and crying?
Why are you hugging that unfilial disciple?
Russell was a little flustered; he hadn't expected Wandato suddenly have an emotional outburst.
Could it be that I've put too much pressure on her recently?
While gently patting Wanda's back, Russell pondered in his mind.
It seems I'm really not suited to be a teacher; I can't even draw a good pie in the sky.
Looking at Wanda, who was still sobbing with her head buried in his embrace, unable to stop for a while.
To avoid disturbing Wanda, Russell quietly established a private call with the White-Bearded Ancient One.
Russell: "Master, is there something you need me for?"
The White-Bearded Ancient One: "The show here on Earth-65 is about to begin, do you want to come and watch?"
Russell: "Have the Spider-Men found the Inheritors family? Why didn't my pager notify me?"
The White-Bearded Ancient One: "No, but it's close. Anyway, there's a good show, do you want to come and watch?"
Russell: "Yes! But I need to bring a few more people, so I might be a bit late."
The White-Bearded Ancient One: "Hurry, I'll try to buy you some time."
Russell: "Okay, thank you, Master."
As Russell's private call with the White-Bearded Ancient One ended, the portal slowly dissipated.
Looking at Wanda, who was still quietly sobbing in his arms, Russell felt helpless.
He still had to rush to find Tony.
Energy flowed, spell: Ekron Form!
A clone walked out from behind Russell.
He walked to a distance and didn't directly call Tony, but first dialed Jarvis's number.
At this time in New York, it was late at night.
Russell did not want to hear any strange sounds after the call connected.
The phone was answered instantly.
"Hello, Mr. Russell."
"Hello, Jarvis, can you check if Tony is free right now?"
"Okay, Mr. Russell."
A moment later, Tony's voice came from the other end of the line.
"Russell, is there news about the Inheritors family?"
"Yes, Tony, get ready to go."
As soon as Russell finished speaking, a ring of fire appeared on the open ground of the courtyard.
As the portal opened, Tony walked out of it, carrying a briefcase.
Tony's gaze lingered on the two Russells, and he asked in confusion:
"What's going on here? Wanda, she—"
Russell's clone briefly told Tony what had just happened, explaining why Wanda was sobbing in his original body's arms.
After listening, Tony patted Russell's clone on the shoulder:
"Listen to me, Russell, you're really not suited to be a teacher."
Russell: "..."
Russell: "Tony, I have a task for you."
Tony: "?"
Russell: "Go tell Pietro this news." (The White-Bearded Ancient One agreed to help retrieve Wanda and Pietro's parents' souls from hell)
Tony looked at Wanda, who was softly sobbing while hugging Russell, his forehead covered in black lines, and retorted:
"Russell, why don't you go? I don't want Pietro to hug me and cry later."
Russell looked at Tony quietly: "You owe me a favor."
Tony pouted and turned to look for Pietro.
A moment later, Russell heard suppressed sobs from afar.
They truly were siblings; their reactions to the news were almost identical.
The only pity was that Pietro didn't hug Tony.
Earth-65, New York.
In a monitoring room, Penny Spider-Man was boredly playing a mobile game.
She had already set up the program; as soon as someone suspected of being from the Inheritors family was detected, the program would sound an alarm.
When the alarm sounded, she would naturally hear it and wouldn't need to keep staring at the screen.
Beep-woo! Beep-woo!
Just as Penny Spider-Man was engrossed in her game, a short, sharp, urgent alarm sounded.
She exited the game and put down her phone.
Penny Spider-Man looked up.
On the large screen was a photo of a face captured by one of the cameras.
That disdainful look, that evil smile.
Even through the screen, the aura made Spider-Mandisgusted.
Morlun!
One of Spider-Man's most powerful and dangerous enemies, Morlun of the Inheritors family!
With just one glance, Penny Spider-Man recognized who was on the big screen.
Without much thought, Penny Spider-Man decisively pressed the intercom, connected to the other four Spider-Men, and quickly said:
"Members of the Inheritors family have appeared; it's Morlun.
"Come to the monitoring room for a meeting now.
"Be careful, keep a low profile, don't use your abilities, and don't expose your location prematurely."
"Received!" x4.
The four Spider-Men, who were originally scattered across New York, hiding their identities and busy with their own affairs, quickly took action, rushing towards the Metropolitan Opera House.
The war between Spider-Man and the Inheritors familywas about to begin.
Chapter 84 Moron confidently went for it.
Chapter 85: Morlun Confidently Charges In
Earth-65, New York.
Five Spider-Men gathered in the command room, using long-range surveillance to pinpoint Morlun of the Inheritors family.
Ghost-Spider, Gwen, looked at Spider-Man UK and was the first to ask:
"Are you sure it's someone from the Inheritors family? If so, we should notify the Sorcerer Spider-Man."
Spider-Man UK nodded: "I'm sure, this is Morlun. Notify the Sorcerer Spider-Man."
The information on the Inheritors family was provided by Spider-Man UK, so the final confirmation naturally needed to be done by him.
After hearing Spider-Man UK's confirmation, Gwen took out her pager and pressed it decisively.
The moment the pager was pressed, a golden-sparked portal rapidly opened.
Accompanied by firework effects, Russell emerged with Tony, Wanda, and Pietro.
"Sorcerer Spider-Man's pager is indeed reliable. As soon as I pressed it, support arrived."
In an empty space, a murmur arose, making the Spider-Men unable to tell who had voiced their thoughts.
Spider-Man UK pointed at the figure on the large screen and introduced him to Russell:
"Sorcerer Spider-Man, the person on the screen is Morlunof the Inheritors family. His location is the New YorkMetropolitan Theater."
"Sorcerer Spider-Man?"
Wanda and Pietro were stunned for a moment, then realized that Sorcerer Spider-Man referred to Russell.
Spider-Man UK added:
"That place is densely populated, not suitable for large-scale destructive spells.
"Sorcerer Spider-Man, do you have other methods?
"Do we need to figure out a way to lure Morlun to a secluded, uninhabited place for you to unleash your power?"
Russell slowly shook his head:
"No need. I've mastered a spell—the Mirror Dimension.
"I can pull Morlun into another dimension to avoid harming innocents."
With a wave of his hand, Russell opened a portal leading to where Morlun was in the opera house.
The moment the portal opened, Morlun's gaze shot over.
"Five Spider-Men, plus four helpers?"
Morlun licked his lips and muttered to himself.
"No! It's six Spider-Men, plus three helpers," Russellretorted.
The next second, Morlun's figure moved, passing through the portal, and rushed towards everyone at high speed.
Just five Spider-Men and four helpers.
Morlun was not afraid at all; he had killed helpers of Spider-Men before.
Russell's eyes flashed with a sharp glint.
Daring to rush through his portal was truly courting death.
If Russell wanted to, he could have closed the portal the moment Morlun passed through, instantly cutting him in two.
However, Russell did not do so.
His goal was not to kill Morlun, but to capture him alive.
Then, from his mouth, obtain the coordinates of the Inheritors family.
Russell's energy flowed, and space stretched and twisted.
Crack, crack.
A sound like shattering glass echoed as Russell pulled everyone into the Mirror Dimension.
Russell's current strength was no longer suitable for fighting on Earth.
Looking at the rapidly approaching Morlun, everyone reacted differently.
Spider-Man UK, Spider-Man Noir, Penny Spider-Man, and Spider-Ham's alarm bells rang loudly, their Spider-Sense continuously throbbing.
As if encountering a natural enemy, their instincts kept warning them.
Danger! Danger! Danger!
Sorcerer Spider-Man was careless! How could he let Morlun get close so easily?!
Pietro's hand rested on Wanda's shoulder.
If Morlun's primary target was them, he would take Wanda and evade.
Although Morlun was fast, Pietro was confident.
He was faster.
Tony and Gwen, however, showed no reaction.
Under Pietro's peripheral gaze.
Russell raised his leg, controlled the force and angle, and gently kicked out.
One kick, at a speed Morlun couldn't possibly react to, struck him in the waist.
Pietro's heart skipped a beat; he also couldn't quite see how Russell had kicked Morlun.
Crack!
Bang!
The sound of a sonic boom and Russell's leg striking Morlun's waist rang out one after another.
Morlun, like a soccer ball powerfully shot, flew backward at a speed far exceeding his charge.
In mid-air, blood sprayed from his seven orifices, splattering everywhere.
After landing, he tumbled dozens of times before finally collapsing to the ground.
Looking at the fallen Morlun, everyone's reactions were also different.
Tony and Gwen were unfazed by this.
They already knew Russell's true nature.
When fighting, he was simply brutal, easily crushing his opponents.
On the contrary, they were surprised that Morlun wasn't instantly blown to pieces.
Wanda and Pietro, however, gaped in astonishment.
In their impression, Russell was a powerful, elegant, and mysterious sorcerer.
In battle, he should be unleashing various dazzling spells, striking down enemies from a distance.
This image was completely different from the current one, where he casually kicked an enemy into severe injury and collapse, revealing a violent and cruel side within his relaxed demeanor.
The four Spider-Men were dumbfounded.
Especially Spider-Man UK.
He had dealt with the Inheritors family several times and was well aware of Morlun's power.
Countless Spider-Men from various Multiverses had died at Morlun's hands.
Among them were powerful Spider-Men and their strong allies.
'He's indeed not a Spider-Man!'
Thoughts raced through Spider-Man UK's mind.
He hadn't forgotten that his Spider-Sense didn't trigger immediately the first time he met Russell.
Although Spider-Ham had explained that Sorcerer Spider-Man could freely control whether his Spider-Sense triggered.
But conversely, it also made sense that Russell was not a Spider-Man.
However, this'Sorcerer Spider-Man' Russell was clearly a friend of Ghost-Spider and close to the Spider-Men, so he naturally had no need to expose him.
In a short while, Morlun recovered slightly from his severe injuries.
Struggling to get up by leaning against the wall, Morlunlooked at Russell: "Cough, cough, who are you?"
Russell walked forward, looking down at Morlun with murderous intent:
"Sorcerer Spider-Man! The Terminator of the Inheritors family!"
The Terminator of the Inheritors family!
This sentence resonated like a morning bell and evening drum, heavily striking Morlun's mind.
He remembered that ancient prophecy.
The Inheritors family would be ended by a certain Spider-Man in the future.
It was precisely because of this prophecy.
The Inheritors family hunted Spider-Men across the Multiverse, attempting to completely extinguish the power of the spider totem.
However...
Morlun sneered: "You are not a Spider-Man. You don't have the power of the spider totem."
Russell chuckled, secretly activating the spider totemfragment.
"Are you sure?"
Morlun's expression changed, a longing from his soul told him that Russell possessed the aura of the spider totem.
The prophecy about the Inheritors family's doomsday reappeared in Morlun's mind.
This time, Morlun could no longer ignore it.
"Impossible, how could a bug like Spider-Man be so strong?"
"The truth is already before you, are you still going to deny it? How weak you are, Morlun of the Inheritors family."
Russell's voice carried mockery, constantly stinging Morlun's heart.
"How can such a weak you inherit your father Soros's position and bear all the responsibilities of the family?
"How can such a weak you stop me from ending the Inheritors family?"
Tony looked at Gwen and asked: "What is he (Russell) doing?"
In Tony's impression, Russell wasn't the type to talk a lot and like to mock his opponents.
Gwen shook her head, indicating she didn't know either.
"I'm not sure either. However, Russell said that as long as he catches one member of the Inheritors family, he can follow the clues to find the Inheritors family's lair."
"It's mind control," Wanda whispered, explaining, "Russell is trying to mentally control Morlun. If he can break his mental defenses, it will be easier to succeed."
On the other side, Russell continued to verbally assault Morlun.
Morlun's face grew increasingly ugly, his sanity seemingly on the verge of collapse.
Finally, as if seeking death, he mustered the last of his strength and attacked Russell.
Russell dodged, then kicked Morlun again.
He just controlled the force, making it much lighter than the first kick, ensuring he wouldn't kill Morlun.
"Kill me, stop tormenting me, Sorcerer Spider-Man."
Morlun lay on the ground, speaking weakly.
He was indeed seeking death.
Then, to revive and send the news of Sorcerer Spider-Man back, informing his father Soros and the others in the family.
But Russell saw through his thoughts completely and naturally wouldn't listen to him.
"Do you think I don't know your little schemes? Weak Morlun."
Russell slowly revealed Morlun's last trump card.
"I know you have a way to revive yourselves.
"When people of the Inheritors family die, they can revive in cloned bodies.
"But, guess what, other Spider-Men can't do anything about souls.
"As Sorcerer Spider-Man, can I intercept your soul?"
Hearing Russell's words, Morlun's face changed again.
This time, he was truly on the verge of collapse.
Seeing this, Russell kicked Morlun again.
Spell, Astral Projection!
Morlun's body twitched slightly, then collapsed to the ground.
Morlun's soul, however, was kicked out by Russell.
In a state of confusion, Morlun's soul heard Russell's voice.
"You can't go back, you can't send the message back.
"You will watch the members of the Inheritors family die one by one.
"Ultimately, the entire family will be annihilated."
Like the whisper of a devil, Russell's voice completely shattered Morlun.
In a daze, Morlun seemed to see Russell finding the Inheritors family's base and killing the members of the Inheritors family one by one.
Among them was his powerful father, Soros.
Whew, Russell let out a long breath.
This mind control was much harder than simple mind-reading.
However, it was all worth it.
Russell raised his hand, and a cluster of attribute point energy appeared, then slowly merged into Morlun's body and disappeared.
Morlun's injuries vanished, and his aura also strengthened a bit.
Russell whispered:
"You successfully hunted five Spider-Men on Earth-65and absorbed their spider totem power.
"After absorbing the power of these five Spider-Men, you encountered the powerful Sorcerer Spider-Man. You were no match and fled.
"You suspect that Sorcerer Spider-Man is the Spider-Manfrom the prophecy who will end the Inheritors.
"You need to go home, find your father Soros, and gather your kin to collectively hunt down Sorcerer Spider-Man.
"To ensure that the Inheritors family will not be ended by Sorcerer Spider-Man."
Morlun repeated:
"I must return to Earth-001, gather my kin and father, and hunt down Sorcerer Spider-Man."
Chapter 85 This is not a prophecy, it's a curse!
Chapter 86: This isn't a prophecy, it's a curse!
Earth-65, Kamar-Taj.
The White-Bearded Ancient One was watching the show remotely through a Mirror Dimension spell.
A clone of Russell accompanied him.
After watching the entire show, the White-Bearded Ancient One couldn't help but complain:
"You did all the work by yourself?
"Then why did you call Tony, Wanda, and Pietro here?
"This kind of battle, which you can completely control, should be given to them to practice."
Russell stammered:
"I originally intended for them to practice, and the Mirror Dimension was already set up.
"But Morlun slandered me; he said I wasn't Spider-Man."
The White-Bearded Ancient One glanced at Russell and sighed helplessly.
He had no way to deal with this dramatic disciple.
"Then, in the battle at the Inheritors family's base, hold back a bit and let them practice.
"Except for Soros and Morlun, the other members of the Inheritors family are not worth mentioning.
"Tony, Wanda, and Pietro can handle them completely."
"Hmm."
Russell nodded, indicating that he understood.
After a while, the White-Bearded Ancient One asked:
"Russell, do you know the origin of the Inheritors family's prophecy?"
Russell's heart stirred:
"The Inheritors family ends with Spider-Man.
"Is there anything special about this prophecy? Why do the Inheritors family believe it so deeply?"
"I asked Master Agamotto some time ago and got some news."
The White-Bearded Ancient One paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice.
"That's not a prophecy, but a curse.
"A curse from the very origin of the Inheritors family, from Pluto."
"A curse? That explains why the Inheritors familybelieves it so deeply. But why?"
Russell was puzzled.
"Does Pluto have any grudge with Spider-Man? Their statuses aren't on the same level, are they?"
The White-Bearded Ancient One enlightened Russell:
"The source of the Inheritors family's power is the Vampire Totem.
"The God of the Vampire Totem has some connection with us; he is the Blood God whom you and the Ancient One from another Earth jointly tricked.
"And the Creator of the Vampire Totem is Pluto.
"Chthon was expelled from the material World billions of years ago in ancient times.
"For so many years, he has been seeking a way to return to the material World.
"And the web of life and destiny, created by the ancient goddess Neith, inadvertently blocked Chthon's return path.
"The web of life and destiny is closely related to the spider totem, which was also created by Neith.
"Chthon hopes to destroy the web of life and destiny by eliminating the spider totem."
Russell clarified: "So, Chthon created the Vampire Totem and the Inheritors family, and cursed them, forcing them to eliminate Spider-Man."
The White-Bearded Ancient One nodded: "That's right, that's what I'm guessing too."
As for why it was coercion and not enticement?
What enticement could be stronger than the threat of the entire family's extinction?
Russell pondered:
"So, if I eliminate the Inheritors family, will I inadvertently help Chthon fulfill his curse?
"Is he going to give me a reward?"
The White-Bearded Ancient One's beard trembled with anger:
"Reward? Revenge is more like it.
"Are you or aren't you Spider-Man, Russell? Don't you know?
"Even if you really are Spider-Man, Chthon wouldn't be grateful to you."
Russell said discontentedly:
"Of course I'm Spider-Man.
"Although I haven't been bitten by a spider, don't have Spider-Sense, and can't shoot webs.
"But I am Spider-Man, a genuine Sorcerer Spider-Man.
"As for whether Chthon is grateful to me, that's not important; I recognize it, and that's enough."
The White-Bearded Ancient One's eyelids twitched, and he asked in surprise:
"Russell, you're not thinking of going to trouble Chthon, are you?"
Russell smiled confidently:
"I've got the Inheritors family in my grasp, and Pluto can't keep them. I said it."
As for whether Chthon will trouble me, or I will trouble Chthon.
We'll see in five months. (Panel upgrade)
The White-Bearded Ancient One was silent, then added after a moment:
"After Chthon was expelled from the real World, he created a Dimension.
"By chance, he was imprisoned in his own domain and could not easily move.
"Normally, Russell, you don't need to worry about his retaliation."
"What about 'unusual' circumstances, Master?" Russellasked.
The White-Bearded Ancient One listed them one by one:
"Mephisto, Dormammu, the Blood God, many Dimensional Lords, have all borrowed power from Chthon.
"Even, including the Scarlet Witch.
"She might also attack you under the influence of the darkhold."
Russell frowned.
The White-Bearded Ancient One specifically emphasized the Scarlet Witch, which naturally didn't refer to the naive Apprentice Sorcerer Wanda from Earth-404.
But rather the mature, Multiverse-level Wanda from Earth-616, Earth-199999, or other parallel Universes.
That would indeed be quite troublesome.
However.
"Master, don't try to scare me. If Chthon could command these people, why would he need the Inheritors family?"
The White-Bearded Ancient One felt he had won a point and smiled, asking Russell in return:
"Didn't you yourself ask about 'unusual' circumstances?"
Russell's face darkened, and he stopped speaking.
At this moment, on the Mirror Dimension spell, Morlunwas acting.
Through a complex ritual, Morlun successfully opened a portal and stepped into it.
Returning to Earth-001, the Inheritors family's base.
This was a castle nestled deep in the mountains.
In the castle, most of the house doors were tightly shut.
Looking through the cracks in the doors and windows, there was no light, just darkness.
Clearly, the owners of the rooms were out and had not returned.
In the castle hall, candlelight flickered, illuminating two figures.
And countless Spider-Man specimens hanging on the wall.
"The Spider-Man from the prophecy has appeared, Father."
Morlun spoke first, and the other figure, whom he called Father, was undoubtedly Soros, the patriarch of the Inheritors family.
"Prophecy?"
Hearing this word, Soros's brows furrowed.
If the Inheritors family was an inescapable Shadow looming over Spider-Man.
Then this ancient prophecy was the Sword of Damocles hanging over the Inheritors family's heads.
"Tell me everything that happened during your mission this time."
Soros commanded in a heavy tone.
Morlun began to state:
"I found nothing in the previous Universes.
"But on Earth-65, I successfully hunted five Spider-Men and absorbed their spider totem power.
"After absorbing the power of these five Spider-Men, I encountered a powerful Sorcerer Spider-Man who came to support them.
"I was no match for him at all; I was severely injured by him in just a few moves.
"Finally, I managed to escape by luck when he was unprepared."
"Sorcerer Spider-Man?!"
Soros was surprised and uncertain.
"Tell me in detail about your battle with the Sorcerer Spider-Man."
Morlun pondered, then said after a moment of thought:
"He first opened a portal. I rushed through the portal, wanting to get close.
"He stretched the space, extending the distance, so I couldn't get close immediately.
"After that, I realized I was no match and chose to flee."
After listening to Morlun's statement, Soros's expression became even more solemn.
"In other words, he claimed to be a Sorcerer Spider-Man, but his fighting style was completely that of a Sorcerer, showing no Spider-Man characteristics.
"And your life-draining ability had no effect on him."
"Yes, Father. However, I did sense the aura of the spider totem on him."
After Morlun explained, he suggested.
"Father, I propose we gather all our kinsmen to besiege and kill the Sorcerer Spider-Man.
"Such a powerful Spider-Man, even if he is not the Spider-Man of the prophecy, cannot be let go."
Soros sighed deeply.
As the patriarch of the Inheritors family, for the continuation of the family, and not to be ended by the Spider-Man of the prophecy, he had lived his life on thin ice, but...
That was not a prophecy, it was a curse!
A curse from their very origin, from Pluto!
A Sorcerer, a Sorcerer disguised as Spider-Man.
How could Soros not understand Chthon's hint?
Chthon was the source of black magic.
He was sending someone to urge their Inheritors familyto speed up their hunt for Spider-Man!
Soros shook his head, refusing Morlun's suggestion.
"If he truly is the Spider-Man of the prophecy, gathering the family members to besiege him would instead be a dead end."
Bang!
"Why, Father?"
Morlun was agitated, slammed the table, and questioned Soros.
"Are you old, afraid, and dare not face a strong enemy?
"If we don't kill the Sorcerer Spider-Man, our family will never have peace!"
"Fool! Sit down!"
Soros roared.
"Do you think a prophecy alone could make me believe it so deeply?
"First, traveling to Earth-000, risking hunting the Spider-God, the Master Weaver.
"Then hunting Spider-Man across the Multiverse and trying every possible way to exterminate Spider-Man?"
"Then tell me, what's the secret in all this—"
"Know your place, Morlun!"
Soros sharply interrupted.
"I am the patriarch!
"How the family acts, how it develops, is up to me!
"It's not your place to point fingers!"
Morlun's face was ashen, but he had no choice but to suppress his anger and sit down obediently.
Neither of them spoke anymore, and the air became somewhat dead silent for a time.
After a long period of contemplation, Soros spoke, instructing Morlun:
"Go, prepare the ritual, and contact our God—the God of Vampires.
"This Sorcerer Spider-Man concerns the safety of the entire family; I need to consult with him."
Morlun said nothing, got up, and left to prepare the ritual.
Earth-65.
Tony, Wanda, Pietro, and five Spider-Men were gathered, awaiting news from Russell.
"Russell, have you tracked down the coordinates of the Inheritors family's base?"
Finally, Wanda was the first to ask impatiently.
Russell nodded with a somewhat strange expression: "I've tracked them."
Pietro, who reacted faster, eagerly spoke before Wanda:
"Then let's go! Let's break through the Inheritors familyand seize the cloning technology."
Russell shook his head: "Wait a bit longer; something has come up."
If it were just for the cloning technology, they could go straight in and assault the Inheritors family now.
But that way, they wouldn't be able to completely eliminate the Inheritors family.
If you don't kill a snake, you leave yourself open to harm.
It's hard to guarantee that the Inheritors family won't retaliate in the future.
There's only a thousand days to be a thief, but not a thousand days to guard against one.
Russell wasn't afraid, but that didn't mean the others weren't.
And one more thing.
The Blood God, an old friend.
Chapter 86 Russell: Blood God, it's been so long, I've missed you dearly.
Chapter 87: Russell: Blood God, long time no see, I've missed you greatly.
Dimension of Blood.
The Blood God hasn't been feeling well recently.
A while ago, he encountered a'scam' in a Universe, losing a massive amount of energy.
Due to the shortage of energy flow, the rewards he's given his subordinates recently haven't been as generous as before.
More importantly, his prestige has declined.
When morale scatters, it becomes difficult to lead the team.
Suddenly, the Blood God sensed that someone was summoning him through a ritual.
The Blood God focused his gaze; the summons came from Earth-001.
Energy Vampires, the Inheritors family.
The Blood God responded to the ritual, a wisp of his consciousness carrying energy, descending along with the summons.
Earth-001.
In the night sky, clouds rapidly gathered, obscuring the sky and the moon.
The ancient castle, which was vaguely visible under the moonlight, was suddenly completely enveloped by darkness, becoming pitch black.
Rumble~
Streaks of lightning tore through the night sky, piercing the darkness, striking down upon the altar.
At this moment, the lightning was the only light in this World.
On the altar, a body that had been lying still, lifeless, suddenly opened its crimson eyes.
The Blood God's consciousness had descended.
"My God."
Soros bowed slightly in salute.
The Blood God nodded in return.
There's a difference between apostles.
Unlike a waste like Deacon Frost, Soros, the patriarch of the Inheritors family, once defeated the Weaver, God of the spider totem.
Even the Blood God couldn't treat him lightly.
"My apostle, what is the matter that you summon me for?"
Soros didn't hesitate, telling the Blood God his conjectures in detail.
"Chthon, you're going too far!"
After hearing what Soros said, the Blood God was furious.
Although Chthon was his source, although Chthonprovided great help when he sought to acquire the Dimension of Blood back then, although...
But hadn't Chthon heard a saying?
The vassal of my vassal is not my vassal.
Of course, if Chthon were free, it would be another story.
"My God, what should the Inheritors family do?"
Soros asked, lowering his posture.
The Blood God pondered.
He was the lord of the Dimension of Blood.
When Chthon was imprisoned and unable to project his power, he couldn't threaten him.
Therefore, he could disregard Chthon's commands and requests.
Even if Chthon was his source and a major creditor.
But Chthon could threaten the Inheritors family.
Regarding Chthon bypassing him and directly threatening the Inheritors family to help with tasks.
The Blood God was very displeased, but there was nothing he could do.
Ultimately, everything still depended on strength.
"How about this, your Inheritors family temporarily takes refuge in my Dimension of Blood for a while.
"After we ascertain the truth about this Mage Spider-Man, then you can return to the real Universe."
Hearing the Blood God's words, Soros was somewhat disappointed.
This wasn't the answer he wanted.
What he hoped for, naturally, was for the Blood God to help probe the Mage Spider-Man's background.
To see if the Mage Spider-Man was related to Pluto.
Soros, neither humble nor overbearing, politely refused the Blood God's arrangement:
"The Inheritors family has operated on Earth-001 for many years; it's truly difficult to leave our homeland."
If they went to the Dimension of Blood, whether the Inheritors family would still be his family as patriarch, or the Blood God's Inheritors family, would be hard to say.
The Blood God's face darkened.
What homeland is difficult to leave, there are only a few people in your castle.
Everyone else is wandering in other Universes, hunting Spider-Man.
"Soros, what are your plans?"
Soros shamelessly replied: "I hope my God can descend and help the Inheritors family overcome this difficulty."
The Blood God's face grew even darker. Was he being taken for a fool?
"Soros, sacrifice is also a transaction.
"Your offerings are not enough for me to invest sufficient resources to help fight against that Mage Spider-Man.
"Let alone the one behind the Mage Spider-Man."
Soros hesitated, finding it difficult to choose.
The Blood God seemed to understand Soros's concerns and appeased him:
"My apostle, the Inheritors family will always be your Inheritors family; I will not interfere.
"In my eyes, the value of the entire Inheritors family is not as great as yours.
"If you are uneasy, we can sign a contract."
With that, the Blood God drafted a contract and handed it to Soros.
The Blood God's tone was sincere, and these were his true feelings.
Aside from Patriarch Soros and his two sons, Sauron and Karn, the rest of the Inheritors family could only be considered good warriors, not capable of great use.
Even Sauron and Karn, who had good potential, were far behind Soros.
Soros took the contract and examined it carefully.
The contract was substantial, with no wordplay traps.
No longer hesitating, Soros chose to sign the contract.
This was a historic moment.
The Inheritors family and their source, the Blood God, God of the Vampire totem, once again united, working together.
To confront the Mage Spider-Man.
After making his choice, Soros acted decisively, contacting Inheritors family members spread across other Universes, ordering them to travel to the Dimension of Bloodthrough ritual.
Since they decided to confront the Mage Spider-Man and Chthon behind him.
Then there was no need to return to Earth-001; gathering together would easily lead to trouble.
Earth-65, Kamar-Taj.
Russell and the White-Bearded Ancient One looked at each other.
"Mage, what should we do? It's not that I don't want to give Tony, Wanda, and the others a chance to train, but the Inheritors family isn't playing by the rules."
The White-Bearded Ancient One also had a headache; this Soros was too imaginative.
He actually linked a Mage Spider-Man to Chthon.
Why didn't he link it to Kamar-Taj, or to the White magicpatriarch, the Vishanti Trinity?
Was he looking down on them, the old ones?
The White-Bearded Ancient One offered advice:
"You make the first move and keep Soros here.
"Otherwise, once he reaches the Dimension of Blood and is empowered by the Blood God, he won't be so easy to deal with.
"Also, if Soros is kept, Morlun will be the acting patriarch.
"Then you can gather the Inheritors family through Morlun and eliminate them in one fell swoop."
Russell nodded.
New York.
Russell opened his eyes, stood up, and gestured to everyone:
"Let's go, let's depart. Oh, Gwen, you guys don't come over."
Russell sensed Morlun's coordinates, joining his index and middle fingers to draw a circle.
Accompanied by the flickering of Fire, a portal slowly appeared.
On the other side of the portal, Soros, Morlun, and the Blood God's gazes instantly turned.
Russell led the way, bringing Tony, Wanda, and Pietroout of the portal one after another.
Soros's gaze swept over them.
Seeing that the portal's color was golden yellow instead of crimson, he was slightly stunned.
Then his expression turned ugly.
He had misunderstood!
The Mage Spider-Man was not Chthon's apostle.
But seeing Wanda emerge afterward, Soros's expression became strange.
What was going on?
"Mage Spider-Man, he is the Mage Spider-Man."
Morlun pointed at Russell, his expression terrified.
Soros frowned, highly displeased with Morlun's reaction, and reprimanded him:
"It's just one defeat, isn't it? Why are you so flustered, anxious, and noisy? What kind of behavior is that!"
"It's you! It's actually you!"
The Blood God scrutinized Russell for a moment, then also cried out in disbelief.
Soros: "..."
"My God, you know the Mage Spider-Man?"
The Blood God gritted his teeth:
"I know him." Of course I know him, I'd know him even if he turned to ash.
In his heart, if the Bald Ancient One was the number one scammer, then Russell was an important accomplice.
To some extent, his hatred for Russell was even greater.
The Bald Ancient One was an opponent on his level, while Russell was a bug.
A bug that constantly provoked and offended him.
Had he known Russell would come, he would have sent a powerful avatar without Soros's sacrifice.
Russell also looked at the Blood God and smiled slightly.
Chapter 87 Dual Cultivation of Physical and Magical Elements, Tony's Heavenly Obstacle Star
Chapter 88: Dual Cultivation of magic and Physics, Tony's Tengai Shinsei
"Blood God, long time no see, I've missed you dearly."
"Ever since our last parting, I haven't been able to forget your magnificent presence."
Hearing Russell's words, the Blood God's expression turned ugly.
Although, he also couldn't forget Russell and the Ancient One.
But their unforgettable memories were vastly different.
That encounter with Russell and the Ancient One was not a pleasant memory for the Blood God.
However,
The Blood God sneered twice.
"Sorcerer Spider-Man? A bug is indeed a bug, always liking to jump around."
"Last time in the 404 Universe, you had a magic array protecting you."
"This time, without a magic array, you have no wings to escape."
Russell was unfazed by the Blood God's threat and said with a smile:
"It seems the Blood God misunderstands me deeply. His first reaction upon seeing an old acquaintance is to kill me."
After thinking for a moment, Russell continued:
"But it's alright, I forgive you."
"After all, Blood God, you were my first major patron."
Russell had a deep impression of the Blood God.
This was his first major patron.
He funded energy, allowing Russell to directly max out the second stage.
And after the panel upgrade, he immediately maxed out the third stage.
Saving a lot of development time.
Hearing Russell's words, the Blood God's expression grew even uglier.
This was exposing his shortcomings right to his face!
This was unbearable.
The Blood God looked at Soros:
"Soros, I know this Sorcerer Spider-Man."
"His strength can indeed defeat Morlun, but he is no match for you."
Just as Russell and the Blood God were reminiscing, Tonyquietly pulled Wanda and Pietro back a few steps, shielding Russell in front of him.
Wanda and Pietro asked, puzzled and confused:
"What's wrong, Mr. Stark?"
Tony gestured towards the Blood God with his eyes and explained:
"That person is the Blood God, a Dimensional Lord of the same rank as Mephisto."
"His energy can transform people into Vampires that are neither human nor ghost."
"Be careful. When the fight starts later, Russell might not be able to look after us."
Dimensional Lord?!
Hearing Tony's explanation, Wanda and Pietro's expressions became serious, even a little nervous.
They had spent a lot of time researching Dimensional Lords recently.
In Kamar-Taj's records, Dimensional Lords usually symbolized power, evil, and untouchability.
Immediately, their gazes towards the Blood God were filled with wariness.
The Blood God, Soros, and Morlun all possessed superhuman senses, so Tony's words were naturally heard clearly.
Hearing Tony say that Vampires were neither human nor ghost.
Their expressions were not very good, and their eyes all turned to Tony.
Undoubtedly, if a fight broke out later, Tony would become their primary target.
Tony was not afraid.
He shielded Russell in front of him while shielding Wanda and Pietro behind him.
He did it on purpose.
Russell sighed softly:
"Blood God, old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time should burn poetry and brew wine, reminiscing about old times."
"Coincidentally, this is your territory, Blood God."
"You should fulfill your duties as a host, release your energy, and let me have a feast."
"Why are we already drawing swords after only a few words?"
Hearing Russell's words, the Blood God could no longer suppress his anger.
"Kill him! Soros."
"As you wish, My God."
Soros's voice was deep and confident.
He trusted the Blood God's judgment; the Blood God had just said that the Sorcerer Spider-Man could defeat Morlun, but was not as strong as him.
As soon as he finished speaking, Soros moved, rushing towards Russell at extreme speed.
Russell stood still, unmoving, waiting for Soros to approach.
As if he couldn't react, he seemed to be stunned.
Soros rushed in front of Russell, then suddenly veered in another direction.
As the two passed each other, he threw a tentative punch.
He wouldn't believe that Russell hadn't reacted.
Russell remained motionless.
Just as Soros's fist was about to hit Russell.
Bang!
A palm blast repelled Soros.
It was Tony!
He proactively blocked Soros.
King against king, general against general.
Tony hoped that Russell could fully concentrate on dealing with the Blood God, without having to be distracted by Soros's threat.
Tony was unaware that the Blood God at this moment was just an empty shell, good for nothing but show.
"Jarvis, help capture Soros's movements and assist in evasion."
Soros was very fast; if he got close, Tony wasn't sure he could react in time.
But. He had Jarvis.
"Yes, sir."
On the other side, Soros rolled twice before landing.
Although he looked a bit disheveled, he wasn't harmed in the slightest.
Looking at Tony, who was already wearing his Iron Man Suit, Soros asked: "Iron Man?"
Inside the suit, Tony raised an eyebrow:
"It seems you've met other Iron Men in other parallel Universes."
Soros said coldly:
"Not only have I met other Iron Men, I've also killed them, more than one."
"That's because you haven't met me yet!"
Responding to Soros along with Tony's voice was a small missile.
Soros dodged sideways, easily avoiding it.
Catching a glimpse of the missile not returning to track him, Soros scoffed:
"It seems you, this Iron Man, are even worse than the ones I killed."
"Is that so?"
The Iron Man Suit's shoulder opened, firing a dozen missiles in succession.
Soros dodged, avoiding each one.
At the same time, he quickly rushed towards Tony.
Tony's Iron Man Suit's fist conjured a Ring of the Crimson Hell, meeting Soros.
As for why Tony didn't choose to fly into the sky to kite, only he knew the answer.
Soon, Tony, wearing the Iron Man Suit, engaged in close-quarters combat with Soros's flesh and blood.
As expected, Soros's flesh and blood easily suppressed Tony's Iron Man Suit, gaining the advantage.
After more than a dozen rounds of engagement, Soros, while Tony was barely parrying his offensive, kicked the Iron Man Suit's waist, sending Tony flying.
Taking advantage of Tony's Iron Man Suit flying out and being unstable, Soros followed up with another fierce assault.
This Iron Man's close-combat and reaction capabilities were better than those he had encountered before.
But the weapons equipped on the suit were too poor; the missiles fired didn't even have automatic tracking capabilities.
Seeing Tony being suppressed, Wanda and Pietrocouldn't help but want to go help.
Pietro summoned the Vishanti Holy Sword, holding the long sword, and charged forward.
In an instant, time and space around Pietro twisted, and the flow of time slowed down.
In a flash, Pietro launched dozens of attacks against Soros with the Vishanti Holy Sword in his hand.
But. It could only scratch the surface, unable to truly tear through muscle and bone, causing substantial damage.
The physical gap between Pietro and Soros was too great!
Whoosh whoosh ~
Pietro stopped and returned to Wanda's side.
Looking at Soros, whose skin was scratched but healed quickly before blood could even spill, Pietro was full of disbelief.
Seeing Pietro return without success, Wanda gathered magic in her hands, preparing to act.
And Soros also looked at Pietro, mocking:
"I was careless just now; I didn't dodge."
"But don't think being fast makes you invincible, weakling."
"Your attacks are so feeble, are you trying to tickle me?"
Upon hearing this, Pietro, in a fit of rage, got angry for a moment.
Russell held Pietro back, saying meaningfully:
"Trust Tony."
Pietro and Wanda looked at Russell, puzzled.
They saw clearly that Tony was at a disadvantage just now, being suppressed by Soros and barely able to parry.
How, in Russell's words, did it sound as if Tony had the advantage?
Russell didn't explain, but instead pulled the two back a bit, signaling to clear the space for Tony and Soros.
Although Pietro and Wanda were puzzled, they still chose to trust Russell out of their trust and respect for him, leaving the battlefield.
As for Soros, he did not have that trust and respect for Russell.
While secretly vigilant in his heart, he mocked:
"Trust Tony? Hmm, I believe he'll be beaten to death by me very soon. Then it'll be your turn."
Although Pietro's attack didn't cause substantial damage to Soros, it still bought Tony some time.
Tony used this opening to control his Iron Man Suit and regain balance.
Inside the suit, Tony's expression subtly changed when he heard Russell's words.
"How did Russell discover my plan? But it's normal, his perception range is terrifyingly far to begin with."
With his thoughts settled, Tony focused his mind on the battle at hand.
Soros was indeed a formidable opponent.
His strength, close-range speed, and reactions were all superior to his, even with the assistance of the Iron Man Suit.
But, he still had a trump card!
A trump card that could decide the outcome with one blow!
"Sir, the probe launched just now successfully detected the meteor in Earth's near-space orbit."
Inside the Iron Man Suit, Jarvis's voice rang out.
Tony's lips curled into a smile.
"Jarvis, calculate the coordinates in real-time."
"Yes, sir."
On the main battlefield, Tony had already re-engaged with Soros.
Just as Soros was continuously attacking the Iron Man Suit, causing contusions to Tony.
Tony was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to send Soros to meet his great-grandmother.
Soon, this opportunity appeared.
Tony manipulated the Iron Man Suit, suddenly unleashing an energy shockwave that repelled the caught-off-guard Soros.
Spell: Crimson Bands of Cyttorak.
A crimson chain seized the opportunity to bind Soros.
Before Soros could react, Tony manipulated the Iron Man Suit and shot into the sky.
No matter how strong Soros was, his mass was only about a hundred kilograms.
Under the laws of physics, Soros was carried into the sky by Tony, losing his footing.
Spell: Ekron Form;
Iron Man duplicates were created, circling Soros in the sky.
And summoned crimson chains, binding Soros.
Soros used the crimson chains for leverage, struggling with all his might.
With his superior strength, he continuously broke free from the crimson chains.
But it would take time to completely escape.
Even if he escaped, it would take time for him to free-fall to the ground.
This amount of time was enough!
Inside the Iron Man Suit, Tony, for the first time since the battle officially began, spoke to Soros:
"I told you, you hadn't met me before!"
Before Soros could respond.
A huge portal appeared in front of Tony.
On the other side of the portal was a rapidly approaching meteor.
The portal was aimed at Soros.
This was the fusion of technology and magic!
The Tengai Shinsei from Iron Man Tony Stark!
Chapter 88 Cloning Technology
A meteor, approximately ten meters in diameter and traveling at over fifty Mach, whistled out of the portal.
The next moment, the meteor struck Soros from above.
This meteor, which had suddenly appeared in Earth's atmosphere from outer space, carried Soros and crashed towards the ground at nearly 20,000 meters per second.
Boom!!!
The moment the meteor hit the ground, its kinetic energy converted into internal energy, causing a massive explosion.
First came a dazzling flash of Fire, then an Impact, and finally a roaring sound.
The three swept outwards in sequence, destroying everything in their path.
Russell shielded Wanda and Pietro.
He raised his hand, and a Seraphim Shield blocked all of the Impact.
As for Tony, he had already flown rapidly diagonally upwards the moment the meteor emerged from the portal.
He successfully avoided the explosion and Impactgenerated when the meteor hit the ground.
After a long time, the Impact subsided.
Where the meteor struck the ground, a hundred-meter-deep crater was left.
The ancient forest near the original castle had been destroyed.
Tony controlled the Iron Man Suit, flying down from the sky towards the deep crater.
He needed to confirm Soros's condition.
During the Sakura Island incident, the Sea God of the Sakura Island pantheon had survived a meteor strike summoned by Russell.
Tony wasn't sure if Soros could do the same.
Soon, Tony arrived at the bottom of the meteor crater.
The temperature at the bottom of the crater was extremely high, and the air was distorted by the intense heat.
Tony looked around and found that he couldn't find Soros.
"No need to look, Soros's physical body is completely gone."
Russell's voice sounded from behind Tony.
Along with the voice came a chill.
"Jarvis, what's the temperature outside now?"
"23 degrees Celsius. Sir."
"Open the Suit."
The Suit opened, and Tony stepped out.
"So, Soros is dead?"
Russell raised his hand, and in his palm was a faint Shadow of a soul.
"More or less, only his soul is left."
Looking at Soros's weak, unconscious soul, Tony nodded, quite satisfied with his masterpiece.
Pietro couldn't hold back and asked excitedly:
"Mr. Stark, how did you do that just now?"
Tony smiled confidently and explained:
"Remember those missiles I launched at the very beginning?"
"They weren't actually missiles, but probes."
"They were disguised as missiles just to deceive the enemy."
"After they were fired, they would travel to Earth's orbit in outer space, searching for the nearest meteor."
"Once a meteor was found, they would track it and send back real-time coordinates."
Pietro asked doubtfully:
"But what if you can't find a meteor?"
Tony fell silent, then asked faintly:
"Pietro, do you know how many meteors enter Earth's atmosphere every day?"
Pietro shook his head in confusion:
"Wanda and I stopped going to school after we were ten, so we don't know much about this scientific knowledge."
Tony was silent.
So, this is my fault?
After a moment of silence, Tony patiently explained:
"Tens of thousands of meteors enter the atmosphere every day; it's almost impossible not to find one."
"However, only a very small number of large meteors can hit the ground."
"Most meteors burn up and disintegrate due to air friction after entering the atmosphere."
Pietro nodded, thoughtfully:
"So, does that mean Wanda and I can also use meteors to attack through the portal?"
Tony nodded:
"Yes. Whether through technological means or mental perception."
"As long as you can accurately locate a meteor in outer space and open a portal in front of its flight path, you can use meteors to attack."
Pietro shook his head; he couldn't do either of those prerequisites.
Seeing Pietro stop talking, Tony asked Russell:
"Where are Morlun and Blood God? Where did they go?"
"They ran away. They ran when Soros was hit by the meteor you summoned," Russell replied.
"Ran away?"
Tony's tone carried a hint of confusion.
"Didn't Blood God say he was going to kill you? Why did he run away like that?"
Russell explained:
"Just like last time, Blood God didn't descend in his main body this time either, only a consciousness, so he had no real combat power."
"Now that Soros has been defeated, he naturally ran away."
Tony asked, "Then do you know where their laboratory is?"
Wanda and Pietro also looked intently at Russell.
They hadn't forgotten that their primary mission was to obtain the Inheritors family's cloning technology.
Russell nodded: "Wait for me a moment."
After locking onto the coordinates of Earth-001, finding the Inheritors family's laboratory was an easy task for Russell.
His mental power swept out, instantly covering the entire Earth-001.
After skipping most areas, Russell focused on detecting places with a strong presence of the Inheritors family.
Soon, Russell found the Inheritors family's laboratory.
"Come with me."
As his voice fell, Russell raised his hand and drew a portal.
Knowing Wanda and Pietro were anxious, Russell didn't play any tricks this time.
Passing through the portal, the group appeared in an empty laboratory.
Around the laboratory, there were several transparent cultivation pods.
Inside the cultivation pods were the spare bodies of the Inheritors family members.
Soros and Morlun were prominently among them.
"The rest is up to you, Tony."
Russell told Tony, then found a corner, set up a rocking chair, and went to sleep.
"Hmm."
Tony nodded.
Immediately, Tony communicated with Jarvis, formulating a plan to invade the laboratory's control center.
At this time, the group was still in the Mirror Dimension.
Once they left, the sensors in the laboratory might detect an intrusion.
Sure enough, when Tony had finalized his action plan and exited the Mirror Dimension,
A sharp alarm suddenly blared, breaking the silence of the laboratory.
Red emergency indicator lights instantly lit up, and the entire laboratory was bathed in a dazzling red glow.
Tony quickly walked to the control panel and inserted a USB drive.
Then, his fingers flew, continuously entering commands on the control panel.
As streams of data flowed across the display screen, after a moment, the alarm stopped.
It was replaced by an electronically synthesized voice:
"Sir, control of the laboratory has been acquired. Data is being copied. Estimated time: twenty-one minutes."
Russell watched all of this, finding it quite incredible.
Before he transmigrated, he knew a little about programming.
But compared to Tony, he was completely incomparable.
Like a frog in a well gazing at the moon in the sky.
As for why it wasn't "a mayfly seeing the blue sky"?
Perhaps Russell's little programming knowledge wasn't even enough to be considered an entry-level understanding.
It wasn't much different from knowing nothing at all.
No longer paying attention to the situation in the laboratory, Russell turned his gaze to Morlun.
Blood God and Morlun were able to escape because Russell deliberately let them go.
Russell had two plans.
Plan one: Use Morlun to gather the Inheritors familymembers and capture them all in one fell swoop;
Plan two: Use Morlun to find the coordinates of Blood God's Dimension of Blood.
Then let Blood God experience the same treatment as Mephisto.