The mirror dimension 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 moment.
Tony, controlling the armor, spread his arms, expecting cheers and applause.
But after waiting for a long time, 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 disappointment.
In his heart, though, he silently resolved that the next suit of armor had to be even cooler, even more dazzling—something that would make people gasp out loud the moment they saw it!
"Tony, is everything alright on your end? Do you need reinforcements?" Dr. Banner's voice came 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 emerging from the portal.
But at this point, Mark 10 had become a meat grinder—any hell creature that emerged 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 me. You and the sorcerers go reinforce the other two sanctums," Tony said.
Because all the fighting was taking place inside the mirror dimension, 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 dimension, 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 time 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 came through: "No need on my end either. That boy our Sorceror Supreme brought—Pietro, I think his name is Pietro—is honestly… kind of impressive…"
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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 immediately came 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 methodically spread out the front lines.
But unexpectedly, Pietro—who had just been handed a magical dagger—rushed straight in.
Wong was momentarily 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 me, which means 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 mean, '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 moments ago, demons had been flying several meters 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 something 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 enchantment energy… You—You slit all their throats with that dagger just now?!" Wong looked at Pietro in astonishment.
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 some 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! Some 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 enchantment on the weapon isn't enough to kill them. Quickly! Everyone together—now's the time to finish them off!"
Wong rapidly formed 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 became 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 transformed 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 time, he had beheaded more than a medieval executioner could in a lifetime.
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 me 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 remember—call me Quicksilver from now on! Sorcerer Supreme, the great Sir Lyon himself said that name really suits me!"
After the battle with the hell demons, Pietro had come to fully realize how much his strength had changed.
At this point, there wasn't a trace of resentment left over Lyon's harsh training.
He was even feeling grateful, convinced that the nickname Lyon gave him was absolutely perfect.
"Quicksilver? Sounds like you're fast? Then… looks like the Hong Kong Sanctum doesn't need reinforcements 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 came 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 me?! 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 came 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 time—
And he had long been hoping for someone to come 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 someone as prideful as Mordo possibly bring himself to ask for reinforcements 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.
"Reinforcements? You need reinforcements?" Banner was momentarily stunned, then immediately 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 me go instead—mental 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 dimensional 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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