Over the past few days, Blaine had been repeating experiments as before, trying to pile up a successful result through a large amount of accumulated data, but it was obviously not possible.
Therefore, after the last experiment ended, Blaine began to use his brain, looking for the problems in each experiment. Last time, he had accumulated quantity; this time, he accumulated experience. However, there was still no damn use.
Explode or explode. Fail or fail. In short, he could not break through the final barrier. In other words, the feeling Blaine sensed was still lacking something, and he still could not find it.
But just now, there seemed to be some movement outside that attracted Blaine's attention, causing him to even blow up his latest work, which had not yet exploded.
However, Blaine did not pay too much attention to it. He straightened his body slightly and left the Hunter space directly.
Because when Blaine had been working these past few days, he would always stop for a while, so there was no shortage of mental power or physical fatigue. On the contrary, because he had used a large amount of mental power over nearly ten days, and had overdrawn himself more than once, Blaine seemed to feel that his mental strength had faintly risen.
As for the Hunter suit stained by ash from the explosions, Blaine only shook it lightly, and the Hunter suit was restored again, as good as new. As Level Forty-plus equipment, it naturally still had a small function like automatic cleaning.
"Hmm?"
"It's already dark."
"This is…"
"Exactly three days."
"Could it be…"
In the New York Sanctum, Blaine looked out the window at the dark night. Before he knew it, it had already grown dark. He took out his phone to check the date. It had been exactly three days. However, in these last few hours, something seemed to have happened.
Blaine scanned the entire Sanctum with his mental power and found that the Sanctum was intact. It seemed that after Kaecilius had been killed by him, his followers had not come to continue causing trouble. However, as the guardian of the New York Sanctum, where had Stephen Strange gone? Why was he not keeping watch over the Sanctum?
Suddenly, Blaine seemed to think of something. His eyes lit up again, and his body suddenly disappeared. In the Sanctum, a deathly silence resumed.
Hong Kong, a bustling international metropolis and a famous dynamic capital, was the third-largest financial center in the world after New York and London. It enjoyed reputations such as the "Pearl of the Orient," "Gourmet Paradise," and "Shopping Paradise." At the same time, it was also the location of the third Sanctum.
And tonight was destined to be the beginning of a nightmare for this bustling city.
The Kowloon Peninsula, Tsim Sha Tsui, was the place Blaine had once seen on TV, where the famous local triad boss, Brother Wu, used to dominate.
Just at the end of a busy street in Tsim Sha Tsui, also at the end of a T-junction, a quaint small villa was located here. No one knew who this ancient building belonged to, nor when it had been built. No one had ever seen anyone enter or leave.
Of course, it was not that no one had ever been curious. Such a building, which looked like a haunted house, was still located in a prime position on this busy street, so it naturally made people envious. However, whenever someone had improper thoughts about it and went in to see what was going on, then, no matter how many people there were—men or women, old or young, even the boss of Tsim Sha Tsui—as long as they dared to break in, they would be beaten until they crawled out, never daring to have a second thought about entering again.
Therefore, this building had always stood here, and basically no one dared to approach it. Strangely enough, as long as no one entered it or tried to demolish and rebuild it, it seemed like an ordinary house. However, in the hearts of the locals, this building was extremely evil, and no one usually paid any attention to it.
This building was very special, though its exterior was dark and ordinary. Where was it special? Look at its roof, because there was a very obvious sign on top of it, a mark that looked like some kind of symbol. At a glance, one could tell it was unusual.
It was shaped like a round eye, but outside the eye were several wooden bars that locked the eye inside, making it look very strange.
That's right. This building was the Sanctum located in Hong Kong. The round eye was also the symbol corresponding to the three doors in the secret chamber behind the library of Kamar-Taj's Academy of Magic, the Eye of Agamotto. As for the people who had been frightened away, it must have been done by the sorcerers inside, or some other magic that confused people.
On the roadside, at a barbecue stand, several burly men were drinking and discussing the Sanctum at the end of the street. Beside it, a newly opened martial arts gym was also instructing workers to install billboards. The street was full of traffic, with people coming and going, and it was extremely lively.
Such a happy scene was suddenly interrupted by a loud noise.
Bang…
The weather had clearly been fine, but a black cloud suddenly appeared directly above the Sanctum. Not only that, but within the black cloud, some other colors could be faintly seen, as if it were the projection of the Dark Dimension. Could it be that the Dark Dimension and Earth were really about to open a channel and connect?
It was just that among Earth's three Sanctums, only the London Sanctum had been destroyed. There were still two more, in New York and Hong Kong.
Boom…
Another bolt of lightning flashed.
Crack…
The lightning that fell from the sky struck the Sanctum at the end of the street in Tsim Sha Tsui with incomparable precision.
Clatter, clatter, clatter…
Immediately, gravel and roof tiles fell from above.
Rumble…
…
It was another bolt of lightning. This time, it actually split the roof of the Sanctum directly, blasting it apart.
Thump, thump…
Just when everyone on the street was curiously looking at the sky, there came two sounds of a door opening. Unexpectedly, the doors of the Sanctum, which had always remained closed, opened at this moment.
Moreover, as soon as the doors opened, a group of people, five or six in total, rushed out. They were Kamar-Taj sorcerers dressed in warrior-like robes. The leader was bald and slightly fat. He was Wong, the one arranged by the black magician to guard the Hong Kong Sanctum.
Bang…
Thunder sounded again in the sky. No one knew what was going on. This group of black clouds only thundered, but no rain fell.
Boom, boom, boom, boom… boom, boom, boom…
Dong… dong… dong…
Boom… boom, boom, boom… boom, boom, boom…
This time, it was not the sound of the doors opening. Such a regular vibration seemed to come from beneath everyone's feet.
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