London, an alley.
"The Ring of Caval!"
"Shield of Loyle!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The circular flying knife shot forward, rushing towards the red flame shield.
After receiving a banging sound.
As if aware of the shield's defense, Doctor Strange pulled his arm back slightly, and the ring blade flew towards him.
Slowly falling on the palm of his hand.
Puff!
With a thought, the magic power was canceled and turned into scattered red flame-colored light spots.
Watching an oval shield as tall as a person appear on the opposite side.
Strange's eyes were cold.
He put his hands together, magic power surged, and when he pulled it outward, a long red-flame stick slowly emerged.
Holding the long stick tightly with both hands, his fingertips felt the lines on the stick.
Strange nodded slightly with satisfaction.
"Damn traitor, accept the judgment of Vishanti!"
Tread! Tread! Tread!
Cursing a few words casually, Strange stepped forward and rushed towards the shield with his long stick raised high.
The sorcerer on the opposite side had no expression on his face after hearing Strange's curse.
He briefly glanced at the other sorcerer behind Strange.
No, to be precise, it was a battle between his companion and another sorcerer.
Just like he was fighting Strange in front of him.
Not long ago, the London Sanctum had made a huge discovery.
They had broken through the Dusk Castle, the headquarters of the fallen sorcerer!
But at the same time, several sorcerers from the London Sanctum died unexpectedly.
They did not die in the battle of Dusk Castle.
Instead, they died in an intolerable way—betrayed by their teammates!
Yes, when they were searching for space coordinates, they luckily locked onto the coordinates of Dusk Castle.
They were in high spirits and prepared to return to the London Sanctum to report on this discovery.
As a result, they discovered that the teammates next to them directly cast fatal magic.
They had no sense of defense at all against their teammates.
So, they suffered an intolerable betrayal.
And the price was death!
This was just what happened to one exploratory team.
You know, the London Sanctum had sent out more than a dozen exploration teams.
The probabilities for each squad member were random.
In this case, where most of the members of an exploration team were traitors, one of two things had to be true.
Either there was something wrong with the sorcerer who assigned the team.
Or, it was an even more terrifying possibility.
The number of traitors might be greater than imagined.
When Arnold, the guardian sorcerer of the London Sanctum, realized this, he did not report it directly to the Kamar-Taj headquarters this time.
Instead, he discussed it with Lockhart and started self-examination.
Yes, he needed to discuss it with Lockhart, not only because Lockhart's disciples were attacked and killed by the betrayers.
Also because Lockhart was now in London, it was more appropriate for him to be a law enforcer, or supervisor.
If there was any problem in the London Sanctum, Lockhart had the right to investigate and report it to Kamar-Taj.
Therefore, Arnold needed to discuss with Lockhart.
He did not want to report the large number of traitors in the London Sanctum to Kamar-Taj so early.
If a traitor appeared, he would bear the responsibility.
However, with a large number of traitors in the London Sanctum, he could not escape this responsibility. He might even lose his position as the guardian sorcerer, and even receive a more severe punishment.
After all, a sorcerer who had guarded the London Sanctum for decades had allowed so many traitors to emerge.
Did this make sense?
Even if you thought about it from the dark side, under such circumstances, a large number of people would rebel.
Was it possible...
That someone higher up had a problem?
This was Arnold's dilemma now.
So he needed to discuss it with Lockhart. No matter what, they needed to suppress the information first and solve it themselves.
Once everything was settled, it would be easy to talk about the next step.
Punishment was definitely unavoidable, but it would be much better than before.
Even exchanging merit for guilt was not impossible.
Therefore, Arnold, who originally hated the fallen sorcerer, now regarded the fallen sorcerer as his only chance to make a difference.
He had already told the Sorcerer Supreme about the huge conspiracy of the fallen sorcerer.
If they succeeded in preventing the birth of a dimensional god, he might even play a huge role in it.
It was very possible to survive this disaster safely.
This was what Arnold thought.
For Lockhart, faced with the guardian sorcerer's plea, he chose to agree after much thought.
On the one hand, the conspiracy of the fallen sorcerer had been revealed, and if the London Sanctum fell into chaos again, it would undoubtedly be more difficult to solve.
And letting Master Arnold continue to control the London Sanctum made sense. Under this situation, he would be more attentive than anyone else.
On the other hand, Lockhart also had his own thoughts.
He needed the support of the guardian sorcerer. Kaecilius, the master of the New York Sanctum, was his good friend.
Elder Byron served as the law enforcer at the Kamar-Taj headquarters and had a very good relationship with him.
If the guardian sorcerer of the London Sanctum also chose to support him, well, Lockhart would have the support of more than half of Kamar-Taj.
If they were to change to a new guardian sorcerer, it would be even more troublesome.
Lockhart promising to give Arnold the confidence, and the wizards of the Vientiane World coming to help, made Arnold even more grateful.
As a result, the London Sanctum undertook a massive self-examination.
All kinds of magical means were used in an attempt to screen out all traitors.
Soon, some traitors with obvious abnormalities were discovered.
During this time, the battle sorcerers of the temple were very tired.
Basically, they were fighting every day. Every time they found a traitor, it would be great if they could arrest them directly.
But if the other party received the message and chose to run away, then they could only pursue.
Just like Strange was doing now.
Capture the traitors and bring them back to the temple for trial!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The shield was hit with a long stick and struck quickly several times, and soon the shield was on the verge of breaking.
At the same time, the long stick turned into a rope, trying to bind the traitorous sorcerer.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The ropes broke through the air with a scream.
The traitor sorcerer opposite him expressionlessly picked up the two long knives condensed with magic power and rushed towards Strange.
Perhaps the traitor sorcerer was very experienced and successfully dodged the rope attack after several steps.
He quickly arrived in front of Strange with both blades in hand.
At this moment, Strange seemed to feel threatened.
Double blades also appeared in his hands, as if he wanted to engage in a close combat double blade fight with the opponent.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The steps were staggered, and the daggers collided rapidly, making a clanging sound.
At first glance, the figures of the two people were constantly intersecting like phantoms, and they seemed to be engaged in a fierce battle.
However, something unknown was that a subtle voice sounded amidst the clanging of the short blades.
"My identity has been exposed, and it's up to you, Strange."
"My friend, may you break free from the shackles of the gods and become a free man!"
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