Stephen Strange's already green face turned even uglier.
Lucas was right.
His abandonment of the Sorcerer Supreme's duties and his use of dark magic to become a Dimensional Lord of the Dream Dimension had angered the Vishanti. Therefore, the Vishanti forbade him from using white magic.
But...
"Even without white magic, I am still the Sorcerer Supreme, and I can still defeat you."
Facing Lucas's mockery, he coldly said.
He violently waved both hands, and several grey-green giant pythons suddenly emerged from his black robes, opening their gaping maws and biting at Lucas.
Lucas remained unperturbed by the sudden attack of the giant pythons. He extended his right hand forward, and a golden shield unfurled, blocking the giant pythons.
Shield of the Seraphim!
Behind him, a clone wielding the Sacred Sword of the Vishanti stepped out. The clone stepped forward, and with a swift swing of its sword, it severed the giant pythons at the waist, then slowly dissipated.
"You say you're the Sorcerer Supreme and can defeat me. Then prove it to me." (Hopefully, I can secretly learn a few skills.)
"I will prove it to you." Strange sneered.
Behind him, a thick green mist suddenly surged, engulfing him. As the mist dispersed, he vanished from his original spot.
"He ran away?"
Lucas explained, "No, he just moved the battlefield. He probably doesn't want to damage this place."
Divine power surged out, engulfing everyone, and carrying them to catch up with Strange.
As Lucas and Strange departed, the distorted space of the Sanctum Sanctorum returned to normal.
Golden sparks flickered, and a portal opened.
A bald sorcerer, dressed in yellow robes, neither distinctly male nor female, stepped out.
"Strange, alas..."
With a long sigh, the yellow-robed sorcerer held an ancient book emanating a holy light effect and stepped forward.
The sorcerer transcended space, pursuing the vanished Strange and Lucas.
A desolate, boundless desert.
Green mist emerged, and after Strange stepped out, he stood in place, awaiting Lucas's arrival.
The next moment, pure white light flickered, and Lucas arrived with his tour group.
As the battle was about to begin, another clone stepped out from behind Lucas, once again covering little Gwen's eyes.
"Lucas, what are you doing?" Little Gwen protested, as she was thoroughly enjoying the magical bombardment just now.
"The following scenes are not suitable for children."
Above the desert, tattered figures rose. These figures were twisted and their faces hideous. But upon closer inspection, it was not difficult to discern that these were all Strange.
Strange from various Universes.
Some conjured blades in their hands, while others conjured whips.
Those who conjured weapons, without prior agreement, attacked Lucas.
And some formed hand seals, casting various spells for ranged attacks.
"It seems you've killed many versions of yourself from the Multiverse and enslaved their souls."
With just a glance, Lucas discerned the principle behind Strange's move.
Compared to Images of Ikonn, which creates clones, this move doesn't consume brain processing resources. However, it was too insidious.
Lucas opened his palm, and divine power continuously gathered. He clenched his hand, and divine power surged out from between his fingers, transforming into chains of lightning that swept through the enemies in all directions.
Wherever the lightning passed, it was like a heart-piercing spear, piercing through and extracting the souls of the Stephen Stranges one by one. Their soulless bodies froze, slowly falling to the ground.
The next moment, yellow sand surged, burying their bodies, and Lucas released his hand from little Gwen's eyes.
"Strange, if you have no other tricks, this game ends here." Lucas said, feeling bored.
He was a little disappointed with this Strange. He had thought that after Strange was forbidden from using white magic, he would develop some useful spells himself. Unexpectedly, this Strange had lost the skill diversity of a sorcerer and lacked the powerful energy attacks of a Dimensional Lord, only capable of playing petty tricks.
"Don't get too happy too soon." Strange coldly said.
He flew up, and the bones, decaying flesh, and blood of Stranges from various Universes, which Lucas had buried, all converged on him, merging into his body.
On Strange's body, arms continuously grew from his back. Then they burst forth from his body, shooting towards Lucas.
Lucas fell silent. It seemed he should have continued to cover little Gwen's eyes.
He glanced at little Gwen, and seeing that she didn't feel fear or disgust, he didn't bother anymore. He just considered it watching a horror movie.
Facing the incoming arms, Lucas no longer countered each move. He was already tired of it.
His figure flickered, and he closed the distance with Strange, engaging him in close combat, throwing a punch straight at Strange's face.
Strange violently recoiled.
How could a Sorcerer Supreme engage in close-quarters combat so readily?
Bang!
With one punch, Strange was scattered into smoke.
No, he actively dispersed his body.
Seeing this, Lucas's lips curled into a smile.
The last one who tried this trick in front of him was the Blood God clone, whose dispersed energy he absorbed.
And Strange was no exception.
With a thought, a strange suction force generated around Lucas.
Strange was shocked. His dispersed body and soul suddenly became uncontrollable, forced to converge towards Lucas's location. Then, his energy and body were completely absorbed, leaving only a solitary soul.
Lucas changed his fist to a claw, grabbing Strange's soul body.
"You've dug your own grave."
"It's not over yet!"
Although his soul had been captured, Strange was still unwilling to give up.
Crimson lightning bolts suddenly burst forth, attacking Lucas. But the crimson lightning struck Lucas without causing any ripples, disappearing without a trace.
"You're absorbing my energy? Then keep absorbing it, let's see how much you can absorb!" Strange roared, and terrifying energy suddenly erupted from his mouth and eyes, shooting towards Lucas.
Lucas slightly dodged, kicking Strange, interrupting his continued release of energy. He disliked the energy coming from his mouth.
"Where did you learn such a bad habit? Releasing energy from your mouth... isn't it disgusting?"
While muttering, Lucas's hand passed through Strange's soul body.
Strange's soul body was instantly twisted and absorbed into Lucas's pure white space.
Strange, utterly defeated!
Normally, the Dream Dimension was his home ground, where he could summon vast amounts of energy for attack, defense, and healing injuries.
Facing Lucas, he wouldn't have been completely defeated so quickly.
At least he could have forced Lucas to use [Energy Absorption] before being instantly killed.
But Strange was not a normal Dimensional Lord. He was originally a sorcerer, and his time as a Dimensional Lord was very short.
After becoming a Dimensional Lord, he focused solely on finding a way to revive Christine, neglecting the study of the dimension itself.
"Strange isn't that easy to kill."
Golden sparks flickered, and a bald sorcerer stepped out.