American comics: From Hogwarts to God on Earth

Chapter 521 Invasion of the Three Sanctums

Among the monsters invading the Sanctuary, some resembled some kind of slime with rudimentary humanoid form. They were numerous and varied in color, and pure physical attacks could hardly cause them any effective damage. However, they were merely an add-on.

The real main force is the demons, who are much stronger than the slimes. Many of them can even use magic to enhance themselves or attack others.

Clark casually tossed aside the puppet that Rune had given him. The puppet immediately transformed into a terrifying monster upon landing and charged forward, while Clark himself led the charge, heading straight for the enemy ranks.

Bang!

A colossal demon was pierced through the chest by him, its massive body flying backward as if hit by a cannonball, smashing into a whole row of its swarming brethren.

Clark used his powerful physique to accelerate and stop abruptly, sonic booms erupting behind him and carving scorched trenches through the demon horde. Occasionally, he would grab the horn of a particularly large demon and use it as a weapon to wipe out large numbers of demons in the surrounding area.

Not far away, the king, who was maintaining the protective shield, was about to cry. This was a sanctuary that he and countless Kamar-Taj mages had worked day and night, spending countless hours and discussing it many times before deciding how to build it. Now, Superman had destroyed a large part of it.

When a crimson light flashed in Clark's eyes, Wang turned his head away with a mournful face, refusing to look at the battlefield any longer.

Rather than see his masterpiece destroyed, the king would rather be hit by a stray bullet—I mean die from magic.

Superman's heat vision isn't a sweeping attack, but a precise, targeted strike. Demons that can spray acid or cast dark magic are pierced through the forehead by a crimson beam the moment they raise an arm or open their mouth.

The cacophony of demons' roars, the shrill screams of heat vision evaporating, the muffled thuds of fists striking flesh, and the sounds of buildings being destroyed all reached everyone's ears, but the mages present did not doubt Clark's identity.

There are battle mages with superhuman physical strength, like Superman; Shazam is one of them.

Barbara, however, is not yet able to let go of killing. She is not Clark of this universe and has not been educated by the runes, so she still adheres to the principle of not killing.

Therefore, she was constantly using her super speed to protect all the mages present. Under Barbara's super senses, everything around seemed to be slowed down by more than ten times.

He slightly sidestepped a deadly beam of light, then gently pushed the demon's hand that was casting a spell. The next moment, the demon was surprised to find that his dark magic exploded directly on his comrade. The demons, whose nature was chaotic, did not care about the true purpose of this war and turned around to start fighting each other.

At one point, Barbara saw a mage being entangled by a slime-like monster, seemingly about to be completely devoured. She pulled the mage away and placed him in a safe place.

"Thanks----"

However, before the monk could finish expressing his gratitude, Barbara vanished completely.

During the frantic run, Barbara couldn't stop cheering; she felt vividly that she was still alive.

She found the meaning of her life.

Look, there are still many people in this universe who need my help, and I can't just sit idly by!

The raven's attack was even more terrifying. She chanted incantations, and countless tentacles emerged from beneath her shadow, each covered in extremely viscous and concentrated dark magic. Any demon or monster touched by this magic would be broken down into the purest energy, which would then strengthen the tentacles themselves.

So, within minutes, the tentacles grew from the thickness of a human arm to the thickness of a human waist, and their attacks changed from multiple tentacles working together to bind and digest an enemy to one tentacle binding a dozen enemies and then crushing them.

How could the other mages let these three steal the spotlight?

Some Kamar-Taj mages used the Sling Ring to create an endless fall for the demons, while others creatively used portals to cleanly and decisively cut the demons in half. Some mages even picked up the Holy Sword of Vishanti and engaged in melee combat—and there were quite a few of them!

The spells of mages in the DC Universe are incredibly diverse. Some manipulate and combine the fragments of dead demons, unleashing these undead creatures to bite and gnaw at at will; others astral projection possess slime-like monsters, controlling them to attack other monsters.

Zatanna kept shouting "Go back!" and used reverse speech magic to send the demons back to their homeland.

Inside Gotham Sanctuary.

Countless golden threads formed a regular net, locking in all sorts of bizarre creatures—or more accurately, their time was fixed by Doctor Fate, and no matter how hard they tried, they could not escape the net.

But there are exceptions.

"Did you obtain my permission to cast this level of magic?"

A clanging sound, like the clash of swords, came from not far away. A man in heavy armor, with a red glow emanating from his helmet, emerged from the void. Crimson mist swirled around him, within which countless phantoms seemed to be fighting each other.

Apart from Doctor Fate himself, the other mages were also bewitched by the mist and began fighting among themselves.

Doctor Fate narrowed his eyes. He recognized the man—Ares—but as far as he knew, the Greek gods had already agreed to the king's conditions, and Ares shouldn't be involved in this matter at this time.

"Perhaps this is because, since the gods have not been angry for a long time, humanity has come to believe that it is the master of this universe?"

A tapping sound came, and another man emerged from behind Ares. His entire body was purple, his hair was angular, and his eyes were geometrically shaped and emitted a yellow light.

Doctor Fate could no longer remain calm, for the purple-skinned man was none other than Apollo, one of the twelve Olympian gods, the god of light, the sun, and prophecy.

Why?

Faced with Doctor Fate's questioning, Ares showed no intention of explaining, while Apollo smiled and said, "Hera is too weak. This kind of magic seriously harms our interests, yet she turns a blind eye—"

The meaning behind those words made Doctor Fate's eyes widen.

"You, you want to—"

hum!

A tremendous light flashed, and all fell silent once more.

In the Shanghai Sanctuary, the Scarlet Witch killed all the invaders—these fools were so weak that Wanda only needed to use her mind to blow them to pieces.

Afterward, she casually sat down in a chair and began flipping through magic books out of boredom. The power of chaos magic was far too overwhelming, so Wanda declined all offers of help from the mages who wanted to assist her.

Just as she was engrossed in watching, the air seemed to freeze, and the dust particles in the beam of light stopped dancing.

Then came light, a soft, silvery-white glow emanating from the bookshelves, from the marble floor—from everything around her. A torrent of light and sound converged and wove before Wanda, outlining a sublime realm beyond human measure.

Form.

If he were an American, he would have already knelt down and fervently called out the name of God.

But Wanda had her own mission, and she finally managed to lift her languid eyes and gaze at the androgynous angel before her.

"I hope you're not too weak, angel."

"I won't let you down."

"It is Gabriel, the archangel of wisdom, who spoke softly. He had a horn tied around his waist and his face was expressionless."