The mirror dinsion was silent—so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
All the sorcerers stood with their mouths wide open.
Even the black-clad girls, who had already witnessed the Fungul God armor of Tony before, were utterly shocked, unable to calm down for a mont.
Tony, controlling the armor, spread his arms, expecting cheers and applause.
But after waiting for a long ti, he heard nothing.
Only then did he turn around and notice the sorcerers were all staring at him with the kind of expression little boys in church give the priest.
The black-clad girls looked relatively normal.
But their expressions carried that peculiar mix of "a little impressed, but also kind of grossed out."
"Alright, alright, you're just like Lyon—no taste," Tony shook his head in disappointnt.
In his heart, though, he silently resolved that the next suit of armor had to be even cooler, even more dazzling—sothing that would make people gasp out loud the mont they saw it!
"Tony, is everything alright on your end? Do you need reinforcents?" Dr. Banner's voice ca over the public channel.
"What could possibly go wrong? The little guys crawling out of hell are adorable. Jarvis and I are both quite fond of them."
As Tony spoke, he walked to the front of the spatial rift.
All sorts of strange creatures from hell were still erging from the portal.
But at this point, Mark 10 had beco a at grinder—any hell creature that erged was instantly devoured.
The scene looked exactly like fish rolling their eyes in a basin, lining up one by one to jump into a pot of boiling oil.
"Banner, leave this place to . You and the sorcerers go reinforce the other two sanctums," Tony said.
Because all the fighting was taking place inside the mirror dinsion, Banner could no longer monitor the battles at the three sanctums through the projection screens.
Fortunately, the sorcerers had used arcane portals to link the real world and the mirror dinsion, allowing for strategic retreat.
So the communication signal wasn't affected.
He scratched his chin. "Are you sure you're not pushing yourself too hard? This isn't the ti to act tough, Tony."
Everyone knew Tony Stark had a bit of a stubborn streak.
Tony's face darkened. "Banner, I can handle the little guys on this end—I guarantee it!"
"Alright, then how about you, Wong?" Banner turned to ask Wong.
Wong's voice ca through: "No need on my end either. That boy our Sorceror Supre brought—Pietro, I think his na is Pietro—is honestly… kind of impressive…"
...
Hong Kong Sanctum.
After the hell demons appeared, as usual, it was the bloodline mages who struck first.
But after a wide field of green Avada Kedavra curses rained down, only two demons fell.
Wong imdiately ca to a conclusion.
Wizard spells were more suitable for fighting their own kind.
When dealing with these creatures from hell, it was still far more effective to use white magic with targeted advantages.
So he decisively divided the sorcerers into control, defense, and assault groups.
He was preparing to thodically spread out the front lines.
But unexpectedly, Pietro—who had just been handed a magical dagger—rushed straight in.
Wong was montarily stunned.
He couldn't tell if the boy had charged into the enemy ranks or abandoned them and fled.
Because he couldn't see Pietro's figure at all—only a flicker of phantom-like shadows appeared now and then, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
"Hey, kid! Lyon told you to follow , which ans you follow my com... mand?"
Wong hadn't even finished scolding him—
When Pietro suddenly reappeared right in front of him, twirling the magical dagger in his palm, spinning it rapidly.
"Heheheh! All done!" Pietro bounced lightly from side to side, like he had just finished a warm-up.
"What do you an, 'all done'?" Wong frowned, sensing that this kid in front of him was anything but ordinary.
"There." Pietro jerked his chin toward the spatial rift. "Took care of them all."
Wong followed his gaze.
Just monts ago, demons had been flying several ters through the air or sprinting across the ground at high speed.
Now, all of them had frozen in place.
They were wheezing, coughing out "krrk-krrk" sounds, as if there were a broken pipe organ stuffed in their lungs.
One by one, they clutched their pale, bloodless arms to their throats in a desperate attempt to hold sothing back.
There, across each of their necks, was a long, narrow wound cut deep into the bone—gushing with purple or green blood like fountains.
Normally, such a wound wouldn't be fatal to demons.
But along the edge of those wounds, a faint golden energy flickered, preventing them from healing.
"That's—That's Vishanti's enchantnt energy… You—You slit all their throats with that dagger just now?!" Wong looked at Pietro in astonishnt.
This kid had clearly been just a regular person when he first arrived at Kamar-Taj.
And now, after just one training session with Lyon, he had turned into so kind of superhuman?
Wong's throat bobbed as he swallowed, and he suddenly had the thought of heading over to Lyon's place tonight to beg him for tutelage.
"Hey, hey! Don't zone out—look! So of the demons look like they're starting to recover! And more demons are coming through the rift!"
Pietro shook Wong's shoulder, snapping him out of his beautiful daydream about becoming a peak-level sorcerer after apprenticing under Lyon.
"Huh? Oh—right, right, right!" Wong vigorously shook his head. "The enchantnt on the weapon isn't enough to kill them. Quickly! Everyone together—now's the ti to finish them off!"
Wong rapidly ford hand seals and summoned the Holy Sword of the Vishanti. He grabbed the greatsword and, shouting "Waaahh!" charged forward.
All the demons had had their throats slit by Pietro.
Now, with swords in hand, the sorcerers moved in and cleanly took off heads one by one—never had a battle been so effortless.
The fight from that point on beca simple.
Demons appeared, Pietro slit their throats, and the sorcerers finished them off.
The entire process was clear and efficient, like a fully industrialized slaughterhouse.
The Hong Kong battlefield was completely transford into a demon beheading assembly line.
Wong's arm even went numb from all the chopping, and his energy longsword was nearly chipped from overuse. In such a short ti, he had beheaded more than a dieval executioner could in a lifeti.
Eventually, the demons on the other side of the portal grew fearful and dared not take another step through.
So, when Dr. Banner checked in, Wong could only respond: super easy, barely an inconvenience.
"I've got Pietro with over here—nothing's going to happen. You guys go reinforce Mordo!" Wong said.
Pietro added, "Yeah, yeah! Wong and I can handle things here. Oh, and rember—call Quicksilver from now on! Sorcerer Supre, the great Sir Lyon himself said that na really suits !"
After the battle with the hell demons, Pietro had co to fully realize how much his strength had changed.
At this point, there wasn't a trace of resentnt left over Lyon's harsh training.
He was even feeling grateful, convinced that the nickna Lyon gave him was absolutely perfect.
"Quicksilver? Sounds like you're fast? Then… looks like the Hong Kong Sanctum doesn't need reinforcents anymore…" Banner rubbed his chin.
Next to him, Wanda held her forehead, silently sighing—her naïve brother had clearly been completely won over by Lyon.
Once Lyon ca back, that idiot was definitely going to boast and try to take credit in front of him.
Banner then turned to look at the last sanctum. "Master Mordo, how's the situation on your end? Or… do you also not need—"
"By the Vishanti! You're finally asking about ?! London needs backup! You guys need to get here right now! These octopus monsters have psychic attacks, and there are way too many of them!"
Mordo's voice ca through in a panicked rush, full of barely restrained frustration.
He and the other sorcerers had already been struggling under the tentacles of the giant octopi for a long ti—
And he had long been hoping for soone to co help.
But unfortunately for Mordo, Banner had asked about the New York and Hong Kong Sanctums first.
And both of those Sanctums had already perfectly resolved their hellish invasions.
How could soone as prideful as Mordo possibly bring himself to ask for reinforcents first?
He had been tortured by the giant octopi until his head was about to split, yet still he gritted his teeth and held on—just to wait for Banner to ask that one question.
"Reinforcents? You need reinforcents?" Banner was montarily stunned, then imdiately started pulling off his jacket. "Got it, got it—I'm coming right now!"
Wanda was also taken aback. She had thought all three Sanctums would be able to handle their own invasions.
"Let go instead—ntal assaults are my specialty!" she rolled up her sleeves, volunteering for the fight.
Since Pietro could take care of the hell demons, she was sure she could handle the dinsional creatures too.
They were both trained by Lyon—no one was any worse than anyone else!
It wasn't just Pietro who wanted to prove himself to Lyon!
However, before Wanda could step into the fixed portal leading to the London Sanctum—
Two sharp claps sounded behind her.
And then—"Roar!! Hulk!!"
Banner gave himself two slaps, instantly summoning the Hulk.
With a furious roar, Hulk leapt over Wanda's head in a single bound and jumped straight into the portal!
Wanda stood in the back, completely dumbfounded: "...The..(◎﹏◎)... fuck?"
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