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These energies collided and destroyed each other, and storms formed purely by energy arose, stirring up the energy into further chaos.

When the energy was gradually calming down, suddenly...

Another energy storm arose, further pushing the energy chaos in the space, like waves on the beach, layer upon layer, never stopping.

It seems that chaos is the only theme in the entire space.

However.....

If you focus your sight on the center of the entire dark and chaotic space, you will find a dark yellow magic castle floating in the void.

The area near the castle is like the eye of a storm. It is calm, or in other words, full of order.

I don’t know if it’s because of the suppression of the magic castle, or because of the emergence of a trace of order from endless chaos.

It seems unusually peaceful here.

Desire! Temptation! Threat!

This dark yellow ancient magic castle seems to be emitting an inexplicable aura all the time.

Ordinary people, even if they just take a glance at it, will feel bleeding from all seven orifices, sick all over the body, and their own souls will enter it uncontrollably.

Dusk! Dusk! Dusk!

If the wizards of Kamar-Taj saw this ancient magic castle, they would probably be able to immediately detect the aura of the evil god of dusk.

Yes, this is the Dusk Castle, exuding a strong breath of the power of Dusk, as if the Lord of Dusk himself had come.

However, the reality is that the Lord of Dusk has been killed by the Sorcerer Supreme of Kamar-Taj.

Corpses, dimensions, and origins all become Kamar-Taj's spoils.

At this moment, Strange stood in front of this dusk castle, thinking silently in his heart.

He had received an invitation earlier.

He didn't know which one was behind it, but the content of the invitation made him quite interested.

Because the other party was trading chaos magic.

However, when he opened the space portal in the direction of the invitation and saw everything in front of him, he felt his scalp tingling.

The power of dusk!

There is no doubt that the other party is absolutely and closely related to the fallen mage who defected before.

Because that group of fallen mages stole a part of the origin of the God of Dusk from the temple when they defected.

Although not many people know about it, Doctor Strange has some understanding of it.

Click!Click!Click!

Standing in front of the door, Strange was hesitating whether to go forward and knock.

At this moment, as if sensing Strange's arrival, the door of the Dusk Castle slowly opened with a clicking sound.

Strange watched as the door was fully opened, revealing a dark magical castle.

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly stepped in.

boom!

Just after entering the gate and taking a few steps into the interior of the castle, the gate behind me slammed shut with a bang.

Strange couldn't help but look back, his face slightly nervous.

But he didn't seem to be worried or afraid, and turned around and walked into the castle.

This old castle seems to have many years of history. At a glance, it is ancient and exudes a flavor called history.

Oil paintings, sculptures and strangely shaped candles from different eras can be seen everywhere.

If we ignore the evil spirit factor of this castle, there is no doubt that it has great historical value.

However, Strange took a quick look and seemed unmoved. He quickened his pace and walked towards the depths of the castle.

Just like the previous magical invitation, he could clearly sense a call emerging from his heart.

Guiding him towards his destination.

Although I felt as if every step I took was being led by the nose, and it smelled like a strong calculation.

But apart from being more vigilant, he cooperated in everything else.

Soon, following the call of his heart, he entered a spacious circular hall.

At the edge of the hall, a large number of torches formed a circle, making the entire hall exceptionally bright and exuding a hint of warmth.

For some reason, in such an environment, the originally vigilant Strange relaxed a little.

"Come out, you took so much trouble to invite me here."

Strange spoke, his voice loud and clear throughout the rotunda.

However, everything around was normal, as if the words just now did not awaken any existence.

"If you don't come out, I'll leave."

As he spoke, Strange began to wave some of the hanging rings in his hands, trying to open a portal to leave.

However, as the red flame sparks lit up, they soon went out completely.

The space teleportation gate was not opened either, as if it was restricted.

After noticing everything, Strange didn't seem too surprised.

Instead, he turned his head to look at a passage in front of him on the left, and saw a man in a black robe gradually walking out.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

"Strange, I've heard of your genius a long time ago."

"I didn't expect that you could use such a difficult magic as Flesh Clone so skillfully now."

A loud voice sounded, and the fallen wizard seemed to begin praising Xie Lai.

Yes, the Strange that came this time was not himself, but a magical clone or a flesh and blood clone.

After all, no one knows what kind of danger is behind this magical invitation.

He was not stupid enough to come here in person.

After all, no matter how stupid he is, he will not fall into a trap.

After hearing the words of the fallen wizard, Strange did not show any emotion. He remained expressionless. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "You invited me here!"

“Now, I’m here!”

“It’s time to show your sincerity”

If these corrupt mages were setting traps or fooling him.

At worst, I'll just have to leave this flesh and blood clone here.

As for what happened later, he would naturally fight to the death with these corrupt mages who framed him.

It seemed that he understood Strange's thoughts quite well, and the fallen wizard did not particularly bother about the fact that Strange did not come in person.

He raised his right hand slightly, stretched out his palm, and in the blink of an eye, a burgundy magic book slowly floated in his hand.

Then, the fallen wizard waved his hand forward lightly, and the burgundy magic book flew towards Strange.

The flying speed was neither fast nor slow, but it made Strange feel itchy inside.

The book fell in front of him and he quickly flipped through a few pages.

Seeing the familiar characters and some introduction to chaos magic, Strange nodded slowly.

No matter what, even if this flesh and blood clone died here, it would not be a loss.

As he was flipping through the book, the Fallen Mage standing not far away spoke slowly.

"Strange, you are a genius."

"But Kamar-Taj is the graveyard of geniuses. There are countless talented mages in history, but only a few survived."

"In fact, the oldest one didn't even live past a hundred years old. Almost all the genius mages died on the battlefield."

"Strange, make no mistake, this is your future."

"Tell me an answer. Are you willing to become a cannon fodder wizard under Vishanti?"

Strange, who was flipping through a book, paused for a moment, but did not seem to be frightened by the fallen wizard's alarmist words, and continued flipping through the book.

It seems that I am planning to write down all the knowledge in this book during this period of time.

Even if this clone encounters danger, it will not be a loss.

The fallen wizard saw Strange flipping through a book, seemingly unconcerned about what he had just said.

After a moment of silence, he continued, "Strange, I know you want to study chaos magic, but are you mentally prepared for the possible harm that may come from studying chaos magic?"

This time, Strange, who was flipping through the book, stopped abruptly, slowly raised his head and looked at the fallen wizard opposite him.

Feeling Strange's gaze, the fallen wizard couldn't help but nod with great satisfaction.

Geniuses are naturally curious about the mysterious, unknown, and powerful magic.

"Strange, since you want to learn chaos magic, you must know the relationship between chaos magic and the god of dark magic, Sithon."

"Don't forget, Vishanti is the god of white magic. The two are inherently opposite."

"Although Kamar-Taj has not explicitly prohibited the study of chaos magic, it is generally opposed to chaos magic."

"Strange, I believe you have also noticed that there are very few books on chaos magic in the library."

This time, Strange gave up the idea of ​​continuing reading and just looked quietly at the fallen wizard opposite him.

Of course he knew the danger the other party was talking about.

However, there is little introduction to chaos magic in the Kamar-Taj library.

But when he was in the Vientiane World, he learned a lot of information about Xithorn from the Vientiane World Library.

He is also well aware of the dangers of practicing and studying chaos magic.

However, Lockhart and his disciple Wanda were both studying and practicing.

So why can't he?

in particular……

"Chaos magic is our common pursuit and the path to becoming a god."

"Strange, in a sense, we are companions, companions on the path of chaos magic."

Having said that, the Fallen Mage's words began to become fanatical.

"A long life, the possibility of becoming a god, and great strength. Chaos magic can satisfy us with all these."

"Strange, I know what obstacles you are facing now."

"As a follower of Vishanti, turning to chaos magic is undoubtedly a betrayal."

"You are vulnerable to the dual hostility of Vishanti and Sithorn."

Hearing this, Strange, although still expressionless, felt his heart sink.

Yes, the situation is just as the fallen mage said.

This is also why he tried every means to enter the dimensional gap.

He wanted to use the special chaos in the dimensional gap to block the perception of the two dimensional gods and make it easier for him to successfully switch to chaos magic.

As long as the conversion is successful, as long as the first step is completed.

Next, it will be much easier to operate.

"We can help you with this." The fallen wizard looked into Strange's eyes and said word by word.

As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his right palm.

A ball of dark red magic power floated above the palm, constantly changing into various shapes.

Feeling the breath of order and chaos, Slytherin took a deep breath.

Chaos magic!