It was that narrow canyon again, and it was this strange hell again.

This is the second time that Master Wang has come to this place, and this time he also came as the supreme envoy.

Although it was considered a blasphemy to randomly understand the Supreme Supreme mind in Kamataj, at this moment, Master Wang, who had a very good temper, could not help but feel suspicious again.

The relationship between the Supreme Master and the Raven Lord is absolutely extraordinary.

There is a secret between them.

But the age and experience of the two are so different...

Could it be that the nonsense rumors circulating among the advanced mages are true?

This raven king who dominates hell is actually a descendant of the bloodline left by the supreme supreme?

Or is it even more terrifying that the young-looking Maharaja is actually the biological son of the supreme emperor?

this...

No way?

"I feel like you are thinking about something extremely rude, Master Wang."

The elusive voice of the Raven Lord awakened the king who was thinking, and he immediately put away his thoughts.

But it's too late.

Facing the King of Vanity who can listen to the soul, at the moment of meeting, Merlin already knew some of the thoughts in the fat mage's heart.

He hovered in the canyon behind the king, and under the haze of the wasteland hell, he explained in a gentle tone:

"There is no special relationship between me and the Supreme Supreme. She does have a 'son', but I don't have that honor. And that Supreme is a respectable person. She has given me a lot of help..."

Merlin looked at the king who turned around and lowered his head, and said:

"I don't want to hear such slanderous speculation again..."

"Um."

Wang said softly:

"Soon, this nonsense will disappear, I promise."

"I believe in your promise."

The Raven Lord observed the Kama Taj mage in front of him. A hint of surprise flashed in his blue eyes, and he said:

"In just a few days, Wang, your magic has entered a new level, so are you also one of the candidates for Kama Taj?"

"Yes, I got the second heraldry 2 days ago."

Wang said very humble and graceful:

"But my brothers are much better than me, I'm just a little bit more lucky."

"I just like you who are not arrogant or impatient."

Merlin replied in a gentle tone:

"It seems that my previous judgment was wrong. The Supreme Master is very good at educating his disciples. She taught you very well."

"If that mage Modu is as talented and persevering as you, perhaps the next supreme mage will still be born in the inheritance of Kamataj."

"Junior Brother Modu is much better than me."

Wang replied softly:

"He is the most outstanding disciple of the Supreme Supreme, at least for now. Master, I will send you this with the Supreme Order."

The fat mage raised his hand and handed the last three-eyed emblem to Merlin.

He explained:

"The Supreme One said that the last candidate has been born, he is in New York, in Manhattan, and his name is..."

"Steven Strange."

Merlin took the badge and revealed the answer before the king said that name.

This made Wang look up at Maharaja Meilin in surprise.

The king can guarantee that at that moment just now, his mind was protected by magic. Even the Raven Lord could not hear his inner thoughts, but why did he know this name?

Can he predict the future?

Or, he has been paying attention to that secular person?

"Don't be surprised, Wang."

Merlin rubbed the insignia in his hand and said:

"I can't see through the future either. I just have more channels to obtain information recently."

"Please go back and tell the Supreme Lord that I will look at Stephen Strange, and if he is indeed qualified to be the last candidate, then I will give him the badge."

"But I have a question."

Merlin looked at the king and said:

"About Strange's education, he is a mortal who has never been exposed to magic. At this time, it is only half a year before the opening of the Supreme Mage Battle. So in the past six months, will he be trained in Kamataj? Or..."

"It's up to you."

Wang replied:

"The Supreme Master has specifically instructed her that she may not have time to accept another new disciple in the past six months."

"In addition, the Supreme asked me to tell you that in the next time, she will do her best to maintain the order of the earth until the next Supreme Master is born.

Merlin nodded.

He knew what the Supreme Master meant with this sentence.

Since the battle for the supreme mage has entered the final preparations, the next supreme mage is about to be born.

Then the Ancient One's illusion does not need to retain its power. As long as Merlin needs it, she can participate in Merlin's subsequent actions as a combat force at any time.

"But...please reply to the Supreme Supreme for me."

Meilin said to the king:

"Please be sure not to interfere with the order of the present world. In the next period of time, there will be some 'changes' in this world that I am happy to see."

"If I really need help, I'll contact her."

The king did not understand the hidden meaning of Meilin's words. In his opinion, this was a sentence without beginning or end.

But considering the strange relationship between the raven and the Supreme Supreme, this is probably another mystery that only the two of them know.

Wang didn't ask more. He nodded, took a step back, and said again:

"The Supreme also asked me to inform you that the rules of the Supreme Mage battle will be slightly 'changed', but this has nothing to do with you, she will deal with it."

After saying that, he disappeared into this hell dimension as the golden streamer appeared in the portal.

After watching the king disappear, Meilin glanced at the badge in his hand.

He shook his head, and while he was wielding his fingers, a comic appeared in his hand. The pages of the comic were automatically turned over a few pages, Merlin stared at the picture of the comic and said softly:

"Steven Strange... In 6 months, can you really grow to the point where you can fight against Doom?"

"Do you really have this qualification?"

"There are also so-called rules change, what does this mean?"

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The world before Strange was very chaotic.

The second before, he was still in the galloping sports car. Facing the crazy frost beast, the shadow of death enveloped him, and he felt desperate inside.

But the next second, he appeared in a strange desert. As the heavy rain attacked, he saw a war hammer falling from the sky, wrapped in endless blue arcs.

Donald, who had lost his breath, was lying in the cold mud water, and the war hammer with lightning flashing was suspended on Donald... no, it was suspended on Thor's chest.

The hissing of birds sounded in his ears, as if it were there or nothing, like an illusory shadow.

He ran hard in the changing picture, but no matter where he ran, the shadow of the birds flying in the sky was always shrouded around his body.

"ah!"

Dr. Strange screamed.

He opened his eyes.

At the sight of him is a quiet garden. He is sitting at a loss on the white wooden chair. In front of him is a prototype small table with a tea cup emitting fragrance on it.

The lawn under his feet was covered with strange yellow leaves, and the warm sunlight shone from the sky above and shone on him.

And the strange, tangled branches behind him, black, burnt, and covered with dark red vines.

In the twisted and hideous shadow of the tree, Dr. Strange raised his head.

He saw the person sitting opposite him.
To be continued...