Marvel: The Greatest Hero Era

This behavior, which is almost a transformation of matter, can only be described as incredible.

The Ancient One's power is probably second only to the Dark Lord Dormammu, possessing the strength of a mid-level Super Dragon (S) level, and at the very top, infinitely close to the level of a high-level Super Dragon (S).

Furthermore, her control over power has reached a level of consummate skill.

“I think this is a unique characteristic of the ‘Vishanti’ system,” Zhao Chen smiled slightly. “After all, it is about resisting dark invaders from multidimensional space, so its mastery of space is indeed far superior to other magic systems.”

The Ancient One's magic system is built on the ancient triune pantheon of the Vishanti, with its core powers being space and spirit.

However, Gu Yi was not surprised that Zhao Chen had guessed her magic system. After all, the black-haired, red-eyed boy in front of her was the president of the 'League of Legends' and possessed a power that she could not see through at all.

"However, the reason I summoned you here this time is not to demonstrate magic."

"If you need anything, please let me know. I won't hesitate to help if I can."

"Actually... I want to retire."

After a moment of silence, Gu Yi spoke.

This idea was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but a decision made after much consideration.

She has held the position of Sorcerer Supreme for thousands of years, guarding the supreme artifact, the Eye of Agamotto.

In the original timeline, no matter how much I struggled, I would eventually die around this time.

However, the emergence of League of Legends seemed to give the Ancient One a glimmer of hope for survival, while the future became shrouded in mist. Kaecilius failed to destroy the three temples, and Strange did not grow enough.

Perhaps, the future has indeed changed dramatically, and I can finally break free from the destiny of the Sorcerer Supreme.

.........

(”)

For the three of them, Gu Yi's words were like a nuclear bomb dropped into the deep sea.

No one expected that the Ancient One, who had been the Master Supreme for thousands of years, would suddenly want to retire.

The first to raise questions was Strange, who had also gained a great understanding of the Sorcerer Supreme's mission to protect Earth.

"Hey, wait a minute, Ancient One, if you retire, who will take over as the Sorcerer Supreme?"

"you."

"I?"

"That's right, according to the predetermined future, it's you."

"No, no, no, I can't do it."

(cdeb) Strange decisively rejected the request.

Without undergoing a transformation, and without dying, the Ancient One had not yet grown to the level of Doctor Strange.

Therefore, he did not have much confidence in succeeding the position of Supreme Master.

After all, if things go wrong, it could lead to an invasion by the Dark Lord Dormammu, causing countless deaths.

“However, this was the original future.” Seeing that Strange refused, the Ancient One was not surprised and said with a smile, “Then, Annie, are you willing to take over the position of Sorcerer Supreme?”

"sure."

Without the slightest hesitation, Annie immediately agreed.

She was well aware of the heavy responsibilities of the position of Sorcerer Supreme, but Anne did not back down.

Even though they were only elementary school students in age and size, they still chose to take on the important task.

After studying magic under the Ancient One for some time, Annie's amazing magical talent has allowed her to grow rapidly, almost reaching the level of an A-class hero.

"Very well, from this day forward, you are the Sorcerer Supreme."

Having removed the Eye of Agamotto from her neck, the Ancient One placed it around Annie's neck and said...

Since the future has changed, and Annie is now more suitable than Strange to be the Sorcerer Supreme, there is no need to dwell on the predetermined future.

The alternation of the supreme artifacts symbolizes the birth of a new Supreme Master.

Sorcerer Supreme: Annie!

After giving a few instructions, the Ancient One waved her hand, dismissing Strange. "So you've so casually chosen the next Sorcerer Supreme? Aren't you afraid something might go wrong?" "Even if something goes wrong, there's always the League of Legends, isn't there?" "You've got a pretty good plan." "You flatter me."

"What are you planning to do next?"

Without refusing, the Ancient One donned the League of Legends member bracelet, becoming an S-class hero. "Go travel the world, see the Earth you protect, without using magic, just a normal person's travels." "Sounds good," Zhao Chen said. "So, would you consider joining the League of Legends?" "No, that's the answer from the Sorcerer Supreme." "I want to hear the Ancient One's answer." "Of course."

The pure mana of a vice president level was directly poured into Zhao Chen's body, giving him another terrifying energy.

However, like Tornado, the Ancient One doesn't usually stay in one place, but chooses to travel around.

Before leaving, the Ancient One left a mark for Annie. If she encounters a problem she can't solve, she only needs to activate this mark, and the Ancient One will rush back to help Annie deal with it...

Chapter 107 Shurima Descends, [Ancient Sorcerer] Xerath!

The Nine Realms, Watheim, the kingdom of the elves.

At this moment, the world is completely engulfed in war, and hundreds of millions of night elves, as if they have been injected with adrenaline, have begun their rebellion.

Unable to withstand the onslaught, the Elf Queen Tina began to plead for help from the divine realm of Asgard.

Having just dealt with his brother, whom he had vanished into some unknown corner, Thor was also dispatched by Odin to Wattheim to quell the rebellion.

In Odin's view, Thor, who has fully awakened the power of the God of Thunder, is fully qualified to become the next king.

This mission is merely to add another great achievement to his list of accomplishments before he takes the throne.

"Whoosh!"

A beam of light landed, and Thor was teleported by the Rainbow Bridge to the Elven Kingdom, light-years away.

The world before my eyes was filled with the booming sounds of atomic compression weapons colliding and the deafening explosions of various magical energies.

The densely packed crowds, like ants, filled every corner of the elven kingdom. In the sky, countless giant strange birds appeared, some carrying elven girls and others carrying dark elves.

The once lush forests were burned to ashes in the war, and many of the once elegant and beautiful elf girls were transformed into tough women, their beautiful legs no longer visible after they put on rattan armor.

"Thor is here! Cease your fighting!"

Holding Mjolnir high, Thor shouted.

However, no one listened to him; they treated him like a complete stranger, and some even attacked him.

"Hey, you asked for this."

Thor continued to swing Mjolnir, the thunderous power surging wildly from his eyes.

His entire body transformed into lightning, with dazzling light constantly erupting around him.

He slammed Thor's hammer into the ground, unleashing a torrent of electricity that created a lightning prison radiating for tens of thousands of meters. This level of attack was nothing compared to Storm's minor skirmishes.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of those incredibly fast, dark-skinned, weapon-wielding night elves who could stealthily move through the darkness were killed by Thor.

"Look! It's Thor!"

The elven girls carrying bows and arrows breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the strong reinforcements from Asgard.

The long battle, coupled with their numerical disadvantage, had left them exhausted.

"You all retreat first, I'll cover the rear."

Thor faced the vast army alone, his face filled with a thirst for battle, showing no fear whatsoever.

The next second, in the distant forest, tens of thousands of night elves launched a frenzied attack: black magic arrows, red flames, white ice arrows, yellow earth spikes, and meteors raining down from the sky…

After tens of thousands of night elves unleashed their magic, the resulting attack was overwhelming.

"Haha! Bring it on, your opponent is none other than Thor!"

A continuous stream of thunderous power poured into Thor's hammer, projecting it directly outwards and propelling his body forward.

The elf girls have already retreated, so the best way to escape this overwhelming magical attack is to go straight up to them and smash their heads with Thor's hammer.

"Suffer to death!"

Like a wolf among sheep, the awakened Thor dealt with this group of dark elves as easily as a father beating his sons; no one could withstand his charge.

Where Thor's hammer strikes, nothing grows.

Meanwhile, the Dark Elf leader, standing at the Dark Elf headquarters, was observing the situation on the battlefield through some kind of observation magic.

All the dark elves wore expressions of indignation at Thor's reckless charge into battle.

"Chief, Thor has gone too far! He's slaughtering our people indiscriminately!"

"Your subordinate requests permission to go into battle!"

"I will definitely take Thor's head!"

“”

Many dark elf generals requested permission to go into battle, hoping to curb Thor's arrogance.

The dark elf leader glanced around at his subordinates, but instead of responding to their request to go into battle, he changed his perspective and asked a question.

"How many attacks do you think you can withstand from Thor?"

The question was quite simple, yet it caused all the night elf generals to lower their heads in shame.