Chapter 451: Start the Hunt for Dormammu

As the leader of an enthusiastic cult,

Kaecilius indeed possessed considerable strength.

Dormammu chose him, perhaps because of his excellent efficiency. After all, being able to destroy the enchantments of the three major sanctuaries, allowing the Dark Dimension to descend upon Earth, was indeed an impressive feat.

He was so dedicated when following Dormammu.

And naturally, he was the same when following Sargeras.

Kaecilius took less than three hours to splendidly complete the mission, returning to Fang Mo through a portal, and then respectfully handed over two arms to him.

"Emmm…"

Fang Mo, looking at the two bloodied arms before him, couldn't help but fall into contemplation.

"Lord Sargeras, these are the arms of Doctor Strange," Kaecilius respectfully knelt on the ground: "He was driving to somewhere at that time, but I caused a car accident, cut off his arms according to your wishes, and told him your supremely great name."

...

Fang Mo was silent upon hearing this, to be honest, he didn't expect Kaecilius to be so ruthless, disabling the arms for real, in a way that they couldn't be healed.

Originally, according to the source material, Strange's arms were damaged due to a car accident, leading to nerve damage and missing the optimal treatment period, rendering his hands weak and unable to perform any precise tasks. The medical field had given up on him, which led him to seek help from magic.

But now, Kaecilius directly chopped off the opponent's arms, and this was a disaster because the magic from Kamar-Taj couldn't heal severed arms.

Perhaps this was also related to Kaecilius's thinking. Being a magician himself, knowing the magical system of Kamar-Taj, simple tendon rupture or even loss of a palm could still allow for casting spells, so to ensure the "master's command" was completed, he simply chopped off the person's arms.

After all, Fang Mo didn't explain much to him.

Kaecilius might have thought Fang Mo wanted to prevent the other party from becoming the Sorcerer Supreme.

"Damn, that's crazy."

Thinking of this, Fang Mo also felt a bit of a headache and rubbed his temples. To be honest, his main concern was... whether Strange would commit suicide because of this, as long as he didn't die, everything else was still negotiable.

"That, Kaecilius."

Fang Mo thought for a moment, then directly gave an order to the servant in front of him: "Find a clever follower to keep an eye on Strange. If there's any movement from him, report to me at any time."

"Yes, master."

Kaecilius immediately nodded.

"As for you..."

Fang Mo looked at Kaecilius again, pondered for a moment, and then said: "The previous plan is temporarily canceled. Don't go destroying the sanctuary's enchantments anymore, I have a new mission for you."

"Master, please command."

Kaecilius immediately bowed and said.

"Try to gather more followers on Earth," Fang Mo ordered: "You can promise them eternal life, strength, and the like, expand the scale. Before the death of the Ancient One, I want to see a magical organization not smaller than Kamar-Taj."

"I understand."

Kaecilius nodded upon hearing this: "Master, do you have any requirements for the followers?"

"Don't recruit idiots."

Fang Mo thought for a moment and said: "Other than that, just see to it yourself. Also, it's okay to deliberately cause some commotion to get the government's attention, understand?"

"I understand, master."

Kaecilius, with a suddenly fervent look in his eyes, seemingly imagined something exciting, appeared quite thrilled as if he had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

"Alright, you can go now."

Fang Mo did not bother with him, and simply waved his hand to order the other party to leave.

After Kaecilius left, Fang Mo did not continue to stay in the cave. After thinking for a moment, he directly activated the Brown Magic and teleported to where Kamar-Taj was.

With a flash of white light, Fang Mo had already appeared in a bedroom.

Fang Mo looked around and found that it was a very classic and simple room, not large, with almost no extra decorations besides a bed. At this moment, Ancient One was sitting cross-legged on the bed, flipping through a book. Seeing Fang Mo appear, he also looked up at him.

"I have one piece of good news and one piece of bad news."

Seeing Ancient One looking up at him, Fang Mo also began to speak: "Which one do you want to hear first?"

"What's the bad news?"

Ancient One asked.

"I still couldn't resist making a move on Strange." Fang Mo said: "Of course, I didn't kill him. I just had Kaecilius disable his hands, just as planned, but... it seems there was a little accident."

Ancient One did not speak, just quietly looking at Fang Mo.

"Your good disciple performed a great act for me." Fang Mo spread his hands: "Now Strange is severely handicapped. Do you want his hands? I can bring them to you..."

"Why would I want Strange's hands?"

Ancient One couldn't help but ask.

"I thought since you've lived for so long, you might have a little hobby similar to Kira Yoshikage." Fang Mo shrugged: "If you don't want them, forget it. I'll just throw that thing away later."

"So Strange no longer has his arms?"

After hearing Fang Mo's explanation, Ancient One roughly understood the current situation and sighed helplessly: "Why must you seek trouble? This might change the future again..."

"This might not be a bad thing."

Fang Mo directly said: "After all, you just want Strange to inherit your mantle, and leaving this matter to me is fine. There was a little accident on my end, and it's good to handle these matters together. The future is definitely going to change."

"What do you plan to do?"

Ancient One asked.

"Do you know of a mad Titan called Thanos?" Fang Mo looked at Ancient One and asked: "He's like a three-meter-tall purple sweet potato pudding."

"He's been influenced by the Infinity Stones."

Ancient One nodded, clearly aware of Thanos' existence: "His goal is too insane, almost equivalent to being an enemy of the entire universe, and he's unlikely to succeed."

"He's probably targeting Earth now."

Fang Mo briefly explained: "This guy stole a few Infinity Stones from me, and the remaining three Infinity Stones are all on Earth, so he'll definitely come here. I plan to take this opportunity to deal with him."

"Is that all?"

Ancient One asked.

"Actually, there's another matter." Fang Mo went on: "You should know about the Avengers, an organization founded by a friend of mine. It seems to have been targeted recently, so I plan to solve this problem."

"Will it destroy the Earth?"

Ancient One asked.

"Shouldn't... probably not?" Fang Mo's tone was a bit hesitant, but he quickly waved his hand indifferently, laughed, and said: "Hey, even if it really does get destroyed, it's not a problem. Don't you still have the Time Stone? Just rewind time and it's all settled."

"I cannot rewind the entire Earth's time."

Ancient One couldn't help but press her forehead and said, "Could you please be a bit more careful?"

"I'll try my best," Fang Mo nodded, "But if I cooperate with you not to destroy Earth, shouldn't you also cooperate with me a little?"

"What do you want me to do?" Ancient One asked, "Continue researching your dimension?"

"We can talk about that later."

Fang Mo said, "Mainly, I have some things to take care of on my end, and I might need your help to coordinate. One aspect is to lift the temple's barrier to allow Dormammu to descend, and the other aspect is... we need to put on a play together, to deceive Strange. After all, with Dormammu gone, it's up to me to test whether he can become the Sorcerer Supreme."

...

Ancient One was silent after listening, and after a long while, she couldn't help but say, "Are you sure nothing will go wrong?"

"I've told you, we have the Time Stone, what are you worried about?" Fang Mo said with a tone of frustration, "Can you not disgrace the bald community? When have Saitama and Kratos ever been afraid of these things?"

"I just suddenly thought of the scene where you beat up Strange."

Ancient One couldn't help but say, "He is my disciple after all, if possible, I don't want him to be beaten so badly by you."

"You must have seen it wrong. Why would I beat him for no reason?"

Fang Mo waved his hand to interrupt, "It's normal for your vision to worsen with age. Later, I'll get you a pair of reading glasses. Anyway, this matter is settled. Next, let's discuss the issue of your death..."

After a brief exchange.

Ancient One tacitly agreed to Fang Mo's plan.

Considering that Strange would still need some time to find Kamar-Taj, Fang Mo didn't schedule things too tightly. After a simple chat with the Ancient One, he temporarily stayed in Kamar-Taj and briefly studied the magical system there.

Kamar-Taj's magic inherits from the White Magic lineage, but frankly, it still involves borrowing the power of various deities, like the Trinity God of Vishanti.

Of course, there are other dimensional demon gods.

Fang Mo, browsing through the magic principle books of Kamar-Taj, also started pondering.

The magic of Kamar-Taj relies on borrowing the power of dimensional demon gods, but since he himself is a dimensional demon god, doesn't that skip the middleman and allow him to cast spells directly?

Thinking this, Fang Mo also gave it a try.

It has to be said, his idea was indeed without issue.

After donning the sling ring and drawing a circle, he was indeed able to barely activate the portal.

However, what was strange was that while others' portals were made of a circular structure of fire rings, Fang Mo's portal was square, and the border was not made of orange magical particles, but rather a kind of strange gray-black particles, looking somewhat odd.

Regarding this issue.

Fang Mo specifically consulted the Ancient One.

And her explanation was... Fang Mo's compatibility with these magics was not high, because dimensional demon gods each have their own preferred magical domains, so there was no need to learn the magic system of Kamar-Taj.

Hearing this, Fang Mo also suddenly realized.

Yes, this abyssal realm not only comes with four dimensions but also brings a book of magic, the Book of the Dead. However, after defeating the final boss J'zahar, this item had been upgraded to the Book of the Abyss. Fang Mo had specifically made two Books of the Abyss, for the purpose of making them a reality.

Thinking this, Fang Mo was also moved.

Without further ado, he directly summoned Steve.

In the moment of a fleeting thought, Steve pulled out a charged Abyssal Tome and handed it to Fang Mo, who in turn, reached out and took it.

The next second, a white light illuminated, and reality was invoked.

Fang Mo felt his hand grow heavier as he now held a thick book.

This was a book with an overall dark style. Though it was a book, its size was almost as large as a computer case. The cover was made of thick metal, engraved with exquisite dark patterns, and in the very center of the cover, there was a blue glowing rune representing the identity of J'zahar, the gatekeeper of the abyss.

Fang Mo flipped through the book, briefly observing its contents.

The book was divided into two parts: one part detailed various rituals, while the other part documented abyssal magic.

Looking at the rituals, Fang Mo found that almost all the rituals from the game were included, such as rain summoning, evolution, mating, resurrection, antimatter extinction, dark contamination, time reversal, and enchantment, among others.

As for the abyssal magic,

It detailed the four great abyssal realms and the magic related to them.

For example, the breath of Asolara, the sleeper of the Abyssal Wasteland, Abyssal Chains, Coral Plague Cloud, and from the Land of Fear, the Fist of Chagalos, Crimson Corruption, Abyssal Blade, and of course, J'zahar's magic like Black Hole, Plasma Fireball, Big Bang, Summoning Kin.

Although these magics seemed sanity-draining, well...

At least in terms of power,

They were indeed much stronger than the small magic circles of Kamar-Taj.

Fang Mo was not a magician but a demonic god himself, so he quickly studied these magics, even without the need for the Ancient One's teaching. In just a few days, he mastered almost all of the abyssal magics.

Afterwards, he studied the rituals in the book.

In the game, to use a ritual, one must prepare an altar and offer sacrifices to the gods.

The same applies in reality. For instance, the rain summoning ritual requires eight feathers, then activates the ritual with the Book of the Dead, consuming potential energy to change the weather.

Fang Mo tried this ritual.

Soon after, a message came to his mind.

Essentially, a loyal follower offered the keratinous product derived from the epidermal cells of some pointed-mouth avian species, praying for you to wield your great power and bring rainfall to his region.

"This, offering sacrifices to oneself, can still be okay..."

Feeling the message in his mind, Fang Mo almost couldn't control his urge to make sarcastic comments.

However, after a bit of research, Fang Mo noticed that he had very high authority. Unlike the specified sacrifices in the game, Fang Mo, being a dimensional demonic god himself, could even actively modify the type of sacrifice, or directly communicate with the person performing the ritual through consciousness.

In theory, Fang Mo could even ask his followers to offer a bucket of KFC Family Bucket and then help them with rainfall or something similar.

In summary, after thoroughly studying the Abyssal Tome and the principles of magic from Kamar-Taj, Fang Mo gained even better control over his dimension. Even referencing some of the principles of the rituals, he could perform operations like "devouring other worlds" in the dark dimension. So, he immediately sought out the meditating Ancient One.

"I can't stand it anymore; hurry up and turn off the temple formation."

Fang Mo directly said to the Ancient One: "I'm going to take on Dormammu now, right now, immediately!"

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