manynovel Chapter 57 Attack on the Holy Lord
Chapter 57 Attack on the Holy Lord
The middle-aged man laughed for no apparent reason when he heard Fury's request.
"Two days?" He held up his withered fingers. "Fury, you underestimate me. Since I dared to defect from Kamar-Taj, I'm not afraid of their rules."
A glint of light flashed in Fury's eyes: "So you agree?"
The middle-aged man's smile vanished, his eyes sharpening: "I need something. I'm very interested in that person called Holy Lord. After this is done, I need one of her fingers."
Fury paused for a moment, then said, "No problem."
But this middle-aged man never imagined that, in Fury's plan, he would never see Fury a second time.
The Holy Lord sat on the throne, having transformed the top floor of Stark Industries into his palace after Tony's death. At that moment, Wanda suddenly looked up.
"Master, there is an outsider."
A red light of chaotic magic flashed in Wanda's pupils: "A very old magician, with malice."
The Holy Lord also sensed him; the other party possessed an aura similar to that of a king. Those sorcerers wouldn't care about this place; the newcomer must be Jonah, a defector from Kamar-Taj.
The Holy Lord nodded: "Hmm, it should be a vengeful seed that Fury found."
Wanda: "Master, let me go."
The Holy Lord nodded and said calmly, "Go, and be quick about it, don't make a mess here."
Outside the palace, Jonah stood at the palace gate, and was completely taken aback when he saw the decorations.
The palace doors opened, and Wanda stepped out. Jonah noticed that she looked at him with pity.
"A little girl? I have no mercy for her. I suggest you bring your master out." Jonah looked at Wanda with disdain in his tone.
The pity in Wanda's eyes turned into sarcasm: "You're too old, too old to see the difference."
Jonah laughed loudly: "Little girl, your grandmother wasn't even born when I was practicing in Kamar-Taj!"
Jonah waved his hand, and several magical chains shot out from the magic circle, heading straight for Wanda.
Wanda didn't break the spell, not even raising her eyes. The moment the chains touched her body, red chaotic magic erupted.
The chains melted instantly upon encountering the chaos magic, like ice melting in a hot environment.
Jonah's smile froze: "That's impossible. The binding chains can bind all magic, unless your power..."
Wanda scoffed, "Beyond magic? Old man, you've lived all this time, and your vision is too narrow."
Wanda's fingers danced in the air, chaos magic swirling between them: "My master said that chaos magic is one of the fundamental forces that make up the world. How ridiculous that you dare to try to bind the rules."
Jonah's face turned deathly pale instantly. He bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood, which condensed into a red magic circle in the air.
"Forbidden Dimensional Tear!"
This was the last spell he secretly learned when he left the monastery—a forbidden spell capable of tearing apart local dimensions. Anyone struck by it would be thrown into a spatial rift, forever lost in chaos.
Wanda raised her hand, her movements as elegant as if she were conducting a grand symphony. Chaos magic rippled in the air, eventually condensing into a sphere that crashed head-on into the magic circle.
There was no explosion, no shockwave; the chaos magic was like a giant hand forcibly closing the rift and enveloping Jonah.
"You!" Jonah was swallowed by the red light before he could finish speaking.
Wanda walked up to him, looking down at the middle-aged man who was bound by chaotic magic: "My master said not to get this place dirty, so I won't let you bleed."
"You shouldn't have shown any murderous intent towards your master."
Wanda placed her hand on Jonah's head, and chaos magic flowed into Jonah's body from his head. Through the chaos magic, Wanda could feel every pore of Jonah's body, and Jonah could clearly feel his magic disappearing.
"No, no!" Jonah's voice trembled; this time he truly felt fear. "My magic! My power!"
Jonah collapsed to the ground, his hair visibly turning white, and his already frail body became even more emaciated.
Jonah, with his last ounce of strength, asked, "You, what are you?"
Wanda coldly replied, "I am my master's most loyal pawn."
Wanda paused, then an involuntary smile crept onto her face: "But my master said I would survive to the end."
Jonah lay on the ground, muttering, "Frey, Fury, do you even know what you are?"
The Holy of Holies.
Wang sat in the library, dozens of ancient books spread out in front of him, and his face looked very grim.
"What's wrong?" Mordo walked in.
The king raised his head: "Jonah is dead."
Mordo stopped in his tracks: "That defector? Someone who defected voluntarily, using illusions to swindle and deceive, is dead and that's that. From another perspective, it's actually a good thing."
Wang took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "If it were just that, I wouldn't care so much, but his magical reaction only lasted for half a minute from the moment it appeared to the moment it ended."
Wang paused for a moment, then said, "No dimensional rifts, forbidden techniques, or large-scale magical releases were detected within the facility."
"What do you mean?"
"This means that the person who killed him never really fought seriously, and even easily wiped out Jonah's counterattack."
The two exchanged a glance, and a lingering unease filled the air.
When Wanda returned, she wasn't covered in a speck of dust.
"You refused?" the Holy Lord asked.
Wanda stood beside him again: "Hmm, an arrogant person who dares to harbor malice towards his master and has no sense of respect whatsoever."
Mordo leaned against the window with his arms crossed. Twenty-four hours had passed since Jonah's magic disappeared, and the unease still lingered in his heart.
"Someone's coming," Mordo suddenly said.
Wang raised his head, his finger tracing an arc in the air, and a surveillance array unfolded before him, showing a man and a woman approaching.
The man walking in front wore a black coat and walked with a leisurely pace. The woman followed half a step behind him, with short, crimson hair and a cold expression. Her expression only changed when she looked at the man.
The woman dragged a emaciated body along, the corpse lying carelessly on the ground like trash.
The king's pupils suddenly contracted. The person being dragged was Jonah, and the man was the Holy Lord who had rejected his magic that day.
"They're here." Wang rubbed the ring on his hand. "The Holy Lord looks like he's here to demand an explanation."
Wanda followed behind Shendu, looking at the corpse in her hands with disgust: "Master, someone is watching us. Should we teach them a lesson?"
"No need, let them watch. We still need them to greet us," the Holy Lord said calmly.
The Lord stood in front of the Sanctuary of the Holy See in New York, while Wanda casually tossed the corpse she was holding onto the doorway behind her.
The door opened from the inside, and the king's gaze first fell on the Holy Lord, then on Wanda, and finally on Jonah's corpse.
The king frowned: "I know you, Holy Lord, but we do not receive uninvited guests."