Chapter 565

"We will."

Strange faced the Eye of Agamotto, touched his chin, thought for a few seconds, and suggested, "Perhaps, handing it to Ye for safekeeping is a good choice..."

Wong shook his head, patted him on the shoulder and said, "You have to learn to rely on yourself, Stephen, otherwise you will never become a true Sorcerer Supreme."

"I wasn't very interested in this position to begin with, maybe I can consider letting you sit in it later."

Strange said proudly, turned around, put on the Cloak of Levitation floating to the side, and walked towards the teleportation portal of the New York Sanctuary that had already been repaired.

From now on.

It was his turn to guard the New York Sanctuary.

And while Strange was moving into the New York Sanctuary.

In a private parts workshop in a corner of New York.

Sizzle... sizzle... sizzle...

Pangborn was using a grinding wheel to polish parts.

He was a former apprentice of Kamar-Taj; he went there as a paraplegic and came back completely healthy.

It must be said, the magic of meditation spells is amazing.

"Pangborn, they carried you to Kamar-Taj on a stretcher, look at you now..."

A figure wearing a black hooded jacket sneaked in silently, his voice low, "I've figured one thing out: the true intention of magicians is to distort the form things should have, steal energy, and corrupt nature..."

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Pangborn heard him say this, cold sweat oozing from his forehead, turned around, quietly picked up a crowbar behind his back, and said, "Mordo, is there anything I can do for you?"

He had heard—

—Master Mordo had already betrayed Kamar-Taj, and his temperament had changed drastically...

Or rather.

This guy had found a reason to release the inherent inferiority in his bones...

"Just like I said, you stole energy..."

Master Mordo leaned closer and closer, his eyes becoming colder and colder, "Now it's time to return it..."

Pangborn tightened his grip on the crowbar behind his back and denied, "I didn't steal anything, this is my power, mine!"

"Power?"

Mordo took off his hood, "Power has a purpose."

Hu——!

Before he could finish speaking, Pangborn pulled out the crowbar and swung it at him!

Swoosh———

Master Mordo leaned to the side lightly, dodging it with his agile martial arts, and then reached his hand towards Pangborn's abdomen————

wuen~

A cluster of faint golden-orange energy was grabbed directly out by him.

"Ugh! ———!"

Pangborn screamed, his body slightly twisted as he fell to the ground.

He had returned to his paraplegic physical condition...

"You beast! You damn black guy! Why did you do this!"

Pangborn stared at Mordo with hatred; he had no grudges against this bastard, why would he use such cruel methods!

"Because I finally understand where the problem in this world lies..."

The blackened Mordo...

Oh no...

It should be said that Mordo, whose heart is blacker than his skin, smiled coldly.

"... The problem is—there are too many magicians!

Wong, Hamir, Strange...

Too many, too many...

And that guy who broadcasts his voice to the whole world, so what if he repelled Dormammu?

What is the difference between him and Dormammu?

They are all just destroying the laws of nature!

Them, I will solve them all!"

Hawaii.

Private small island.

The hem of the white T-shirt had already been lifted.