[Marvel's Hogwarts Professor] Chapter 596 - 600

Chapter 596: Dream Seeds

London Sanctum.

"Mr. Lockhart, don't worry, I believe the group of fallen sorcerers headed by David will not be able to escape."

Sitting on a chair in the hall, Arnold picked up a cup of coffee, took a sip and said.

"Come, let's talk about the dream world you mentioned last time."

"I'm a little curious, what kind of core can support the operation of the dream world?"

The world of dreams comes to London!

There was quite a lot of movement, and the way it came out made Arnold think a lot.

He didn't think about it at the time, but after he went back and thought about it carefully, he felt more and more that Lockhart's magic in the dream world was similar to the dimensional world of Dormammu.

But one was short-lived,

And the other one was stable and long-lasting.

Lockhart definitely borrowed from the dimensional world of Dormammu.

Arnold thought silently in his heart, so his interest became more intense.

As a sorcerer of Kamar-Taj, how could he not be curious about the things of dimensional gods?

"Actually, my ability to build a dream world also relies on the help of the Ancient One."

Without hesitation, Lockhart covered himself with a layer of tiger skin and said with a smile.

The dream world had arrived in London. Although it was short-lived, there would definitely be rumors.

After all, the name of Dormammu did not sound good to Kamar-Taj.

Even if it was just a reference, there would definitely be people who would make irresponsible remarks.

After all, many people were still jealous of the Vientiane World that had developed to this point.

However, the title of the Ancient One was still very useful.

After briefly mentioning the Ancient One, he saw Arnold's expression on the opposite side change slightly.

Lockhart continued with satisfaction: "Actually, everyone can build a dream world."

"I have developed a complete set of plans. As long as there are dream seeds and they are cultivated according to the plan, everyone can create their own dream world."

"Dream seeds?" Arnold muttered to himself after hearing this.

Lockhart picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip.

It's still the old plan. He distributed dream seeds in the Harry Potter world and asked others to help cultivate them.

They were able to create their own dream worlds.

They collected energy, laid out dreams, and increased their strength.

Naturally, Lockhart would not do this work himself.

But information about the structure of the dream and its operation and so on.

Lockhart accepted it and used it to cultivate and optimize his dream world.

It was equivalent to others helping you raise your children.

For example, the Hogwarts dream world created by Dumbledore incorporated the entire history of Hogwarts over thousands of years.

This had greatly promoted the evolution of the dream world, and coupled with the elite wizards of Hogwarts for thousands of years, it had added a lot of historical heritage.

In the Marvel world, Lockhart would naturally not give up using the same method.

After all, it was a win-win solution for everyone.

With his thoughts turning, Lockhart put down the coffee in his hand and raised his right hand slightly. A dream seed shining with colorful light floated in the air above his palm.

Feeling the power of the familiar dream, a smile appeared on the face of Master Arnold opposite.

Just when he was about to reach out and take it, suddenly—

Pop!

With a slight sound, the dream seed shattered and turned into colorful light particles.

At this moment, Lockhart's face suddenly turned grim.

Just now, news had come from the dream spirit.

Wanda was on the verge of death!

Buzz!

At the moment when the dream was shattered, the power of the colorful dream gathered together, and a portal opened.

Sorcerer Arnold on the opposite side didn't even have time to react before he saw several familiar corpses floating on a high-altitude magic carpet on the other side of the portal.

These were the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj.

All dead.

His expression suddenly turned dark. Looking at the familiar faces in the dazzling red light, he didn't immediately realize that something had happened to Lockhart's disciple.

At this moment, Lockhart didn't say anything to Arnold. He walked directly into the portal and stood high in the sky, watching Wanda being floated on the magic carpet and protected by a large amount of chaotic magic.

Her breath was very weak.

Visible to the naked eye, a large amount of blood was flowing on the magic carpet.

The dark red chaotic magic power continued to roll, seemingly trying its best to help Wanda save her life.

Seeing this scene, Lockhart's eyes grew cold and anger burned in his heart.

He sensed a familiar energy from the dead Kamar-Taj sorcerers.

The power of Twilight God!

Damn the fallen sorcerers. The anger in Lockhart's heart was burning like crazy at this moment. He wanted to tear those fallen sorcerers into pieces.

Wanda was the seedling he was most optimistic about, and he had spent so many resources on cultivating her.

If he were to stay here today, he and these fallen sorcerers would fight to the death.

Anger was burning, but Lockhart quickly suppressed his inner desire to kill.

He closed his eyes, and the majestic power of dreams, in response to the call of the spirit, flowed out quickly and enveloped the surroundings.

From Wanda's body, a dark red Book of Dreams that was broken by the power of Twilight God slowly floated out.

The book was very tattered, and even half of the pages were missing. If it weren't for the remaining power of dreams and the protection of chaos magic, the entire Book of Dreams would have been consumed by the power of Twilight God.

Seeing this, Lockhart snorted coldly, and the majestic power of colorful dreams was poured into it, and the damaged Book of Dreams slowly began to be repaired.

At the same time, phantoms loomed in the nearby area.

The dream world was coming!

At this moment, Master Arnold, like Lockhart, was also burning with anger.

These were all the sorcerers cultivated by the London Sanctum.

And they were all battle sorcerers, so they could be called the backbone.

They had all died just like that, and the anger in his heart was no less than Lockhart's.

Wanda's damaged Book of Dreams slowly began to be repaired, and the dream spirit read the remaining records in the book.

Soon, it was like going back in time.

Under the operation of the dream spirit, illusory phantoms began to appear, time seemed to begin to flow backwards, and various pictures continued to emerge.

Soon Wanda's first cheers of surprise came to Lockhart and Arnold's ears.

Clues to the fallen sorcerer were discovered and the spatial coordinates were successfully extracted.

Then...

The unsuspecting Wanda opened the portal and was about to go back to report the good news.

What followed was a familiar scene.

The disguised sorcerer took a step forward and summoned the power of Twilight God to attack directly.

The battle sorcerer nearby didn't even have time to be alert to his surrounding companions.

He was also attacked with magic and killed without any resistance at all.

It seemed that they had been prepared for a long time.

Then, in order to survive, the chaotic magic power in Wanda's body began to automatically build defenses.

That's what they saw in front of them.

The fallen sorcerer who took action naturally wanted to kill them all.

First, he prepared to defeat the magic power of chaos and kill people to silence them.

At the same time, other sorcerers who chose to betray also began to attack the Book of Dreams beside Wanda.

The Book of Dreams was the source of everything.

The magic power of Chaos was being depleted, and the Book of Dreams was being damaged.

It seemed that this group of fallen sorcerers would succeed.

However, it seemed that they sensed something and began to retreat rapidly.

Yes, Lockhart was coming.

They sensed the abnormality in advance and chose to escape.

Chapter 597: Wanda's Transformation

In a state of nothingness, in a daze.

There seemed to be colorful streams of light passing by, and crimson stars shining in the sky.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What's happening now?

Her consciousness was chaotic, and for some reason, she only felt more pain in her heart, as if she had suffered some severe injury before.

She couldn't use any strength, and it felt like there was a hole somewhere in her body, constantly leaking energy.

Live!

I want to live!

Since becoming a disciple, the superior and safe life had gradually made her relax her vigilance.

There were classmates, friends, besties, teachers, and even the extraordinary power of magic.

This was the life an orphan dreams of.

She enjoyed it, and it was good, so good.

It was so good that she temporarily forgot that in the past few years, she and her brother, two orphans, had struggled desperately in the chaotic city.

I want to survive, and I still have a brother to take care of.

The desire for life became stronger and stronger, and a sharp tingling sensation came to her heart.

The crimson chaotic magic power began to stir to restore its owner's desire, and the majestic power of colorful dreams was continuously infused into it.

Sorcerer talent!

Her talent of being able to rewrite fate and reality was also slowly driven by her desire for life.

Live, I want to live.

Pure and strong desire for life stimulated Wanda's talent.

Ding!

It seemed that a certain switch had been touched, and a sound that seemed to be something but not something, and something that seemed not to be nothing, sounded from the depths of her soul.

As if some kind of opportunity had been triggered, the crimson chaotic magic power and the colorful dream power quickly merged.

The dark red chaotic magic power that originally had a mysterious and changeable aura gradually became dyed with a ray of colorful colors.

The mysterious and changeable aura of chaotic magic gradually became illusory and void.

It seemed somewhat similar to the power of dreams beginning to merge, but not entirely.

At this moment, Lockhart was watching thoughtfully as the dark red chaotic magic power around Wanda gradually turned into colorful hues.

But his hand did not stop, waving the wand in his hand, controlling the power of dreams, and constantly instilling it into Wanda's body.

The chaos magic power itself had been severely depleted before, and it was barely enough to maintain Wanda's life breath.

What he was doing now was providing Wanda with sufficient energy.

What's more, Wanda was injured this time. Now that the crisis had passed, there was a trend of turning this into an opportunity.

He could not let this transformation fail due to a small problem such as insufficient energy.

At the same time, the wand in his hand was waved rapidly, and the majestic life energy in the sky continued to converge into green light particles.

Tick tock! Tick tock!

The green light particles crazily absorbed the surrounding dream power, forming drops of green liquid with a strong breath of life.

Then they dripped like rain and fell on Wanda's body.

It seemed that the chaotic magic sensed the benefits of these life energies for the injury, or perhaps it had transformed somehow, and the chaotic magic became more intelligent, and it began to slowly let go, allowing the rain of life to enter Wanda's wound.

It could even automatically control part of the chaotic magic power to transform into life force to assist in healing.

It was like having some simple wisdom.

At the same time, some Rain of Life also fell on the corpses of other Kamar-Taj Masters, and wisps of black smoke began to emerge.

The power of life and the power of Dormammu collided.

Although the power of Dormammu was the power of the dimensional gods, it was small in quantity after all, and the power of life had a constant supply. Soon, all traces of it were consumed.

The same was true inside Wanda's body.

The disappearance of the power of Dormammu left no obstacle for the magic of chaos to protect its master.

Plus the restoration of life force.

At this moment, Wanda's consciousness gradually became clearer.

She remembered.

She was attacked by a sneak attack and was almost on the verge of death.

There was even no resistance at all.

She vaguely remembered the sharp, stimulating pain.

Looking back now, she still couldn't help but tremble.

Yes, the root of everything was coordinates.

It was the spatial coordinates that the enemy was trying every possible means to hide.

It was very likely that it was the other party's headquarters.

Suddenly, Wanda thought of the root cause of this sneak attack.

She began to struggle.

She wanted to wake up.

Not only for revenge, but more importantly, to tell her mentor this news.

The colorful chaotic magic seemed to sense Wanda's thoughts.

Will was calling, and the colorful chaotic magic of dreams leveraged her talent to realize Wanda's wish.

Buzz!

Under the gaze of Lockhart and Master Arnold, Wanda's body suddenly glowed with colorful light.

The surrounding area seemed to have been rewritten to be more suitable.

Then, a pair of eyes glowing with colorful light slowly opened.

"Mentor!"

Wanda opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was her mentor, and she couldn't help but cry out.

Immediately afterwards, she felt a little weak all over.

Although her body had been repairing just now, it was still in a state of serious injury and needed rest.

But this kind of forced awakening undoubtedly consumed a lot of chaotic magic power.

Naturally, she felt like she couldn't exert any strength.

Lockhart saw that Wanda's body seemed a little limp, and he understood the root cause.

Without hesitation, the power of dreams poured into Wanda's body again.

As for the Chaos Magic Power that had undergone transformation in Wanda's body at this moment, after seeing the fresh Dream Power, it was like seeing delicious food, and it couldn't help but consume it.

The magic power was quickly replenished, and Wanda's breath was also quickly restored.

Without Wanda's orders or calls, the chaotic magic power spontaneously began to nurse Wanda's body.

At this moment, Wanda felt full of strength and spiritually aware chaotic magic.

She had a feeling.

It seemed that with just a thought, magic would turn her thoughts into reality.

It was like a wishing machine.

"Mentor!" Wanda called again, feeling a little incredulous: "I feel like I have become stronger."

It was really a bit like a dream.

She was attacked by a sneak attack, not only did she not die, she was not seriously injured. Instead, it had become a blessing in disguise and she had become stronger.

She felt that at this moment, she was at least two or three times stronger than before.

It was really a blessing in disguise.

Wait—

"Mentor, I discovered the location of the fallen sorcerer," Wanda quickly came back to her senses and said urgently.

She had been so obsessed with her transformation just now that she'd forgotten the reason for waking up.

Then, a thought came to her.

Even without Wanda's active control, the colorful chaotic magic spontaneously condensed into a ball of light and slowly floated towards Lockhart.

Inside this light ball, which also glowed with seven colors of light, was the spatial coordinate information that Wanda had collected before.

At this moment, Lockhart, after receiving the spatial coordinate information in the light ball, had a cold and cruel smile on his face.

The other party had thought very thoroughly, even the Book of Dreams was almost completely wiped out, and the information coordinates obtained were incomplete.

However, this time, the other party could not escape.

"Wanda, you go back and have a good rest first."

"I'll be back later."

Chapter 598: Rainbow Bridge

Castle of Dusk!

Outside the castle, an energy storm swept through the entire space.

Inside the castle, the atmosphere was extremely serious and cold.

"Mora, are you saying that Lockhart's people may have discovered our location?"

David looked at Master Mora who had just returned and said coldly, with a faint hint of suppressed dissatisfaction in his words.

Sorcerer Mora opposite could only nod helplessly.

When he discovered that the spatial coordinates were suspected to be leaked, he immediately attacked Wanda and killed all the London Sanctum sorcerers present. Even the Book of Dreams was wiped out as much as possible.

He asked himself if he had done everything to the extreme.

But there was no way. There was still one step left to completely eliminate the target Wanda, but support from the opposite side arrived.

What could he do?

If he didn't leave, he would be caught, and then more information would be leaked.

Now he was just hoping that Wanda hadn't survived.

As long as she was dead, it wouldn't matter whether the coordinates were leaked or not.

"Theoretically, it's possible," Master Mora couldn't help but defend himself. "But in fact, we've basically solved everything."

"The only one who we didn't have time to finish off was also seriously injured, and she was basically close to death."

After David heard this, not only did he not relax, his expression became even more solemn.

He already had a vague feeling that something bad was going to happen.

His mental power had undergone transformation.

His intuition was far beyond that of ordinary sorcerers.

There was a vague warning about what was going to happen next.

His intuition told him.

What would happen next was not good.

"Evacuate, all sorcerers evacuate and go to the safe house."

Without hesitation, David gave the order directly.

However, the fallen sorcerers around him were a little confused after hearing David's order to evacuate immediately.

He didn't even want to fight, he just wanted to run away.

Isn't this too cowardly?

"You go first. I'll leave a gift for the London Sanctum and Lockhart."

David naturally understood the mentality of the other fallen sorcerers. After explaining, he turned and left.

The purpose of gathering together as a group of sorcerers was for chaos magic or to become dimensional gods.

Naturally, Kamar-Taj would not allow it, and they could only choose to defect.

So their union was close but also loose.

The closeness lay in the fact that they had a strict magical contract to ensure the interests of everyone.

The loose part was that each of them had more or less their own ideas.

And being able to defect from Kamar-Taj, their strength was naturally not weak.

The weak could not join them.

Everyone had considerable power, and they were a classic alliance of the strong.

He just held the biggest and most valuable thing in his hand, so he was elected as the leader.

There were not many sorcerers who were true confidants and trustworthy.

So, for them, as long as there was a suitable reason.

Everyone had the same goal and naturally worked hard.

Otherwise, the magic contract was not to be taken lightly.

This was a contract that was witnessed by death, and even the gods of the dimension would find it difficult to erase it.

Sure enough, when the other fallen sorcerers saw that leader David had made up his mind, they all nodded, cast their magic and left.

The reason why they chose David as leader was, on the one hand, he did hold something of great value in his hands, and on the other hand, it was also because he was very capable.

Even the original power of the dimensional gods had been obtained, how could his methods be anything but good?

What's more, if you dared to cooperate with a hell demon like Mephisto, you wouldn't be afraid of being swallowed by him.

If you were not a fool, you would have other plans.

In this unknown space.

The energy surged and gathered into a storm, continuously sweeping through all areas.

Calm was always temporary, chaos was permanent.

At this moment, in this space, in a very chaotic area.

A stream of seven-colored light slowly emerged.

The moment the stream of light emerged, the surrounding violent energy seemed to be filtered or tamed, and gradually began to slow down and stabilize.

As the colorful streams of light grew more and more, the nearby area seemed as peaceful and serene as the real world.

The power of dreams!

The dream world was coming!

It was still the same method, but still as practical.

Replace space with dreams and suppress chaos.

Soon, in this dream realm accompanied by colorful streams of light, a door suddenly opened.

Three figures walked out of it.

Two men and one woman, both older and younger.

It was Arnold, Lockhart, and Wanda.

Just entering this space, they felt a familiar energy fluctuation faintly emanating from the space.

A cold smile appeared on Lockhart's face.

The power of Dormammu!

It seemed right, this was the opponent's home base.

Then, without saying anything to the two of them, he raised his right hand and stretched it out to the left.

In this position, among his senses, the power of Dormammu was the strongest.

In an instant, colorful streams of light quickly followed the direction of Lockhart's hand.

In less than half a minute, a bridge glowing with colorful light appeared in the eyes of Wanda and the others.

Just like a rainbow bridge.

Yes, this was also the dream magic that Lockhart developed after studying Asgard's Bifrost.

The three of them stood on the bridge without moving.

However, the colorful bridge under their feet quickly led them forward.

It seemed to be taking them to a certain destination.

Soon, in their eyes, a castle with a strong Dormammu atmosphere appeared.

Looking at this Castle of Dusk, Arnold, who was the guardian sorcerer of the Sanctum, was thoughtful.

Buzz!

A subtle buzzing sound sounded, and the colorful bridge slowly stopped, standing not far from the Castle of Dusk.

Lockhart was not ready to go in directly.

He wasn't stupid. This castle was obviously the territory of the fallen sorcerers. If they hadn't arranged anything inside, they would be really foolish.

Stepping on the Rainbow Bridge where the power of dreams gathered under his feet, Lockhart stared indifferently at the Castle of Dusk opposite.

The wand in his hand was slightly raised and pointed at the Castle of Dusk.

The next moment...

Boom!

The majestic power of dreams began to boil, as if encountering some kind of wonderful chemical reaction, and its nature changed rapidly.

Violence, destruction, devastation, tearing and other strong forces were constantly building up.

With a loud roar from the throat, the Rainbow Bridge directly condensed into a huge colorful beam of light, which shot toward the castle.

Yes, the Asgard Bifrost could not only be used for teleportation, but more importantly, it was also a powerful weapon against enemies.

Destroying a planet was easy after all.

Lockhart learned from the Bifrost, and naturally he did not forget its offensive capabilities.

Buzz!

As if sensing the attack, a dark yellow defensive shield immediately appeared on the surface of the powerful ancient castle.

However, facing the violent colorful beam of light, with a roar, the dark yellow defensive shield initially resisted.

But as the energy continued to intensify, it became more and more violent.

In less than half a minute, with a bang, the defensive cover shattered, and then, a devastating beam of colorful light blasted directly into the Castle of Dusk.

Boom!

The castle was shattered, smoke filled the air, and large amounts of stone flew in all directions.

However, there was no joy on Lockhart's face and instead he became a little serious.

Because, in the center of the entire castle, he saw two familiar figures, very familiar.

There was no mistaking the stench of hell!

"Lockhart, you have such a bad temper!"

"We should really change. We should keep our composure."

It was Mephisto, the evil god of hell!

Chapter 599: Unbreakable Vow

Mephisto!

Sure enough, this group of fallen sorcerers and the king of hell had gotten mixed up.

When Master Arnold saw Mephisto, his pupils shrank and he thought silently.

He wondered, why did hell monsters appear so frequently in London and nearby areas?

And not even the slightest trace could be found.

This group of damned fallen sorcerers not only betrayed Kamar-Taj, but also humanity and the earth.

At the same time, the sling ring in his hand glowed slightly with a red flame light.

He raised his hands slightly, as if he was always ready to fight.

The same went for Wanda on the side.

The teacher had originally asked her to go back and recuperate with good intentions. After all, her vitality had just been seriously injured and she had just recovered.

But Wanda felt everything was fine, and she was full of hatred for the fallen sorcerer who had attacked her and her companions.

Of course she wouldn't give up.

Lockhart, of course, knew that after the transformation, Wanda's strength was even higher, so he did not refuse.

It just happened to let Wanda vent her inner anger of being attacked, and take a look at her current true strength.

"Mephisto?" Lockhart said coldly and mockingly. "You really care about me to much huh, The Ancient One has only taught you a lesson not long ago."

"How dare you show up again."

"I wonder how many more projections you plan to sacrifice this time? How many origins will you lose?"

"Kamar-Taj has to thank you for your contribution. Recently, there are a lot more magical materials in the sorcerer's secret realm."

Hearing Lockhart's sarcasm, Mephisto's eyes couldn't help but twitch, but he suppressed the anger in his heart and said calmly: "Don't worry, it's just a few origins?"

"Consider it my gift to the Ancient One."

"For gods with infinite lifespans like us, if some essence is lost, it is lost. It will just be accumulated over time."

At this point, although Mephisto appeared calm and relaxed on the surface, he still felt painful in his heart.

In theory, this was true. It could be accumulated over time.

But what happened before would cost hundreds or even thousands of years.

The losses were massive.

It's not like he had no enemies in hell.

Why did he appear on earth again during this time?

Wasn't it just to get back what he'd lost as soon as possible? Could he at least save a portion of his essence?

After hearing this, Master David on the side couldn't help but have a trace of enthusiasm flash in his eyes.

It's good to be a dimensional god.

As long as you have no fatal problems, no matter how many injuries there are, you can get over them with time.

Even the Ancient One can be survived.

Snort!

Lockhart snorted, but did not take action directly. Instead, he continued to taunt.

"I didn't expect that Mephisto is now so pitiful that he has to get involved with these traitors."

"What a fall."

As he spoke, he turned to provoke David: "David, if I were you, I would be careful when working with Mephisto."

"Mephisto is probably very lacking in power now. The power in your hand would be a great supplement to him."

At this point, Lockhart showed a smile instead: "If he continues to seduce souls, he will be detected to some extent, and he will risk being caught by the Ancient One."

"But if he robs you of your power, there is no risk."

"It won't win the attention of the Ancient One."

"If I were you, I would make sure Mephisto doesn't do anything to me."

Hearing this, David's expression changed, but he didn't say anything.

Perhaps Mephisto hadn't thought about it.

However, the next moment, his pupils shrank.

Lockhart was seen waving his wand.

In mid-air, a series of complex rune patterns glowing with golden light instantly appeared.

At the same time, Lockhart's voice came faintly: "I'll give you a magic spell."

"Unbreakable Vow!"

"Look carefully, the Ancient One once said that as long as the dimensional gods are willing to give out their original blood."

"Even after death, this contract remains unbreakable."

Having said this, Lockhart added again: "It is best to have another witness to prove that his original blood is real and effective."

Arnold, the guardian sorcerer of the London Sanctum on the side, couldn't help but twitch when he heard Lockhart's enthusiastic suggestion.

Provocation, this was naked provocation!

This was not a gift, it was clearly a potion of division.

After hearing this, David on the other side couldn't help but look interested, and glanced at Mephisto next to him.

Any fool knew that this was Lockhart's conspiracy—it was an obvious ploy.

But...

He needed this kind of protection so much!

However, he was not stupid enough to talk to Mephisto about it directly.

His brain was working rapidly, memorizing the magical spell floating in the air.

Mephisto, who was next to him, saw David's actions and didn't speak.

If he spoke at this time, he would fall even more into Lockhart's scheme.

No, Lockhart couldn't be allowed to say more.

Just as he was about to take action, he heard Lockhart's voice again.

"Mephisto, are you unwilling to sign a contract with our renegade sorcerer?"

"Is it possible that you really want to attack him behind his back?"

Okay, great, what a great assist!

Although he and Lockhart were enemies, David still cheered in his heart.

It was impossible for him to ask Mephisto directly to sign the contract.

But when Lockhart spoke, it was different.

If Mephisto didn't give an answer, it would prove that there was something wrong in his heart.

And if he wanted to give an answer, he could only choose to sign a contract.

No matter what, there was no loss for David.

"Lockhart, has anyone ever told you that your mouth is as good at stirring up trouble as the devil in hell?" Mephisto said.

"Come on, if you enter hell, I believe becoming a god would be a no-brainer."

Then, he looked at David and said calmly: "Master David, both parties must have trust. Signing a contract is a guarantee for both of us."

"Of course there is no reason to refuse."

"However, we still have to teach Lockhart and the London Sanctum a lesson."

Speaking of this, Mephisto stood on the ruins of the Castle of Dusk, and a large amount of dark fog filled the air behind him.

It exuded an aura of evil, killing, and destruction.

The dark mist gradually solidified and turned into various vicious hell demons and beasts.

Sorcerer David on the side heard Mephisto's promise.

Naturally, he was also overjoyed and waved the sling ring in his hand without hesitation.

A large amount of black chaotic magic emerged.

Yes, he had switched to Chaos Magic.

Of course, all the magical energy in his body had also been converted into chaos magic power.

Chapter 600: Dream Body

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The violent energy storm set off turbulent waves in this space.

However, a rainbow bridge of seven colors could be vaguely seen across the entire space.

Near the Rainbow Bridge, the energy was unusually stable.

Taking a closer look along the Rainbow Bridge, the end point was at the center of this space.

Here, the colorful dreamy colors were intertwined with the diffuse black fog, and the red flame-colored magic light was constantly flashing like stars.

It seemed to be driving away the darkness or engaging in some kind of battle.

"Soul Flame!"

Arnold, the sorcerer of the London Sanctum, waved the sling ring in his hand and performed his best soul magic.

A series of illusory soul flames condensed in the shape of a phoenix and flew towards the black mist on the opposite side.

Ao!

There was no sound in their ears, but a phoenix cry sounded unconsciously deep in the souls of everyone present.

As a support player, Wanda felt peaceful and calm.

But the target of this phoenix, the fallen sorcerer David, felt upset, as if some kind of fire was rising in his heart.

Swirl! Swirl! Swirl!

The dark chaotic magic power continued to turn into various ropes to wrap around the approaching phoenix as his hands waved.

Trying to assimilate, erode, engulf.

It had to be said that chaos magic was really powerful. Soul Flame was the magic that Arnold was best at, and it was also the most offensive and difficult to avoid.

However, with the strong assimilation of dark chaos magic, the effect was overridden.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the body surface of this slightly illusory red flame-colored phoenix gradually turned black.

The Phoenix was struggling, the flames on its body constantly burning and boiling, trying to expel these dark magic powers.

Whenever it burned away one rope, a second and third would appear.

Soon, the phoenix itself was tied up with a large number of ropes. Under David's gaze, the soul flame condensed phoenix turned its entire body black.

Then, it flew towards its original master, Arnold.

At this moment, Wanda saw an ugly look on the old man's face.

He raised the wand in his hand, and the colorful chaotic magic power spurted out. The colorful beam ropes, like swimming dragons, rushed towards the flying phoenix.

It seemed that he wanted to recreate the battle scene just now and regain control of this soul phoenix.

However, when the colorful magic rope of chaos had just bound this black phoenix.

A cold smile appeared on David's face not far away.

The next moment...

Boom!

With a deafening sound, the dark phoenix exploded, and a large amount of black soul flames quickly scattered around.

Then, under David's control, the soul flame with a strong dark aura condensed into black fireballs and shot towards Wanda and Arnold.

Seeing this scene, Arnold's pupils shrank.

He reached out and prepared to pull Wanda aside to move back.

Soul fire had no heat.

It didn't even have any effect on matter.

Wood could not ignite, and even water could not evaporate.

But compared to its powerlessness on the physical level, the damage to the spirit and soul was indeed extremely powerful.

Even if there was only a trace of it, it was difficult to remove without targeted means.

This move was very useful for dealing with monsters that invaded dimensions.

Compared to their powerful bodies, their souls were much weaker.

Unless you were extremely talented, it was difficult to resist the attack of soul flame.

In the end, only the bodies were left, becoming Arnold's trophies.

Knowing how powerful the Soul Flame was, Arnold would naturally not be so stupid as to directly attack it.

He prepared to pull Wanda aside and evacuate to a safe location before reworking his strategy.

To be honest, he felt that Lockhart was a bit reckless, knowing that there might be a fierce battle and still bringing his student.

Now he was unable to devote himself to defeating David.

However, the next scene left the guardian sorcerer stunned.

When he just stretched out his hand to hold Wanda, he felt that his right hand was missing.

Wanda's whole body was revealed to be colorful and illusory, and his arm passed through like a phantom without any hindrance.

More importantly, he seemed to be unable to feel even half of Wanda's energy fluctuations or breath.

It was as if Wanda at this moment was just an illusion, a phantom.

The arm passed through Wanda's body, and then, Wanda grabbed Arnold's arm with a backhand.

The colorful, chaotic magic light flowed smoothly and enveloped both their bodies.

In an instant, the two figures were looming, like phantoms.

Dream body!

A large number of dark soul flame balls flew towards the two of them rapidly. Seeing this, Arnold subconsciously wanted to avoid them.

But Wanda on the side shook her head slightly at him, as if to indicate that he didn't need to worry.

However, Arnold did not want to put his life in the hands of someone else.

The sling ring in his hand moved quickly, but he was shocked to find that the colorful illusory light on his hands and arms interfered with his magic.

He couldn't cast any magic at all, and he couldn't seem to sense the magic in his body.

To be precise, he sensed the magic, but he couldn't control it.

This made Arnold look upset.

However, he didn't have time to think too much, because the dark soul fireballs were already coming towards him.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The fireballs passed directly through the illusory body, seemingly without any hindrance.

This surprised Arnold.

Next, dark fireballs continued to pass through his and Wanda's bodies, seemingly unable to cause even the slightest damage.

Arnold had to admit that he seemed to have underestimated Lockhart's student.

David on the opposite side frowned tightly when he saw this scene.

Immediately afterwards, he saw these two colorful illusory figures walking towards him step by step.

He tried to summon the chaotic magic power to attack and transform it into various tools and magical beasts, but it didn't work at all.

He cast various kinds of magic and even curses, but this still couldn't stop the opponent's progress at all.

These two colorful and illusory figures seemed to be invulnerable to all laws and untouchable by all magic.

Any of David's spells had almost no effect at all.

Even if the two people were enveloped in pure dark chaotic magic, he could only watch as they walked towards him.

"Lockhart, this student of yours is interesting!"

On another battlefield, Mephisto looked at David's battlefield, looked deeply at Wanda, and commented to Lockhart.

"The combination of dreams and chaotic magic is a bit illusory and boundless."

"It has great potential, it has great potential."

Speaking of this, Mephisto couldn't help but reveal greed in his words.

This young girl has great potential.

If I could get her soul...

Tsk tsk tsk!

Thinking of this, Mephisto felt a little excited inside.

"Mephisto, in that case."

"Come and comment on my magic."

"Dream Invasion!"

And at the center of this space...