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Chapter 270: Meeting the Vishanti (1)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Tony had never touched the core rules of the Dark Dimension, merely sealing them within his own soul.
He knew all too well about Dormammu's miserable existence. The Dormammu who occupied the Dark Dimension was arrogant and invincible in a one-on-one fight, but once his soul was targeted, his Demigod-level essence was completely exposed.
Tony had no desire to spend his entire life in that pitch-black place. He wanted to ascend to Level Seven on his own, not by relying on some ephemeral external force.
"Dark Power is incomparably evil. I will not allow you to touch such a thing!" Mordo said with a stubborn expression.
Tony looked helpless. "How many times have I told you? Dark Power is just one of many forms of power. Power itself is neither right nor wrong. Besides, Dormammu is no longer our enemy. Did we win the war only to lose the benefits? We can't just leave the Dark Dimension sitting there, can we?"
"In any case, I will absolutely not allow it!" Mordo said in a deep voice. "The Ancient One always taught us about the powerful corruption of Dark Power on the mind. I've fought Dark Sorcerers for so long, I know it better than anyone. According to the power levels you described, even if you are Level 5, you might not be able to resist the Power of Darkness. I will not permit even the slightest risk!"
"Tony, the Ancient One isn't here, so I am your temporary mentor. I will supervise you at all times to ensure you act as a proper Sorcerer Supreme! You are the Guardian of Earth, and you cannot afford to have a shred of wishful thinking!" Mordo's voice grew louder, and it looked as though he was about to start arguing with Tony again.
"Alright, alright, you win. I won't touch the Dark Dimension unless it's absolutely necessary," Tony sighed.
Only then did Mordo's expression soften.
This scene had already played out more than once.
Mordo's sense of responsibility was truly impeccable. He executed the standards set by the Ancient One without compromise. He had even, at the very beginning, made demands about Tony's attire.
He believed the Sorcerer Supreme should wear white, but Tony insisted on wearing a loose black robe that completely shrouded him in shadow, making him look like a drug dealer—not at all like a good guy.
Although Tony ultimately stuck to his hooded black robe, Mordo's stubbornness was plain to see.
Tony really didn't know how he was supposed to explain to him that the Ancient One had drawn upon the Dark Power herself. For a person as dogmatic as Mordo, the sense of devastation that would come from learning the Ancient One had secretly overturned the very standards she had set would be too intense.
If he wasn't careful, Tony was genuinely worried Mordo would become like Black Adam, viewing all Sorcerers on Earth as the Source of Evil and trying to eliminate them with all his might.
"What are all these books?" Tony changed the subject, pointing at the pile of books in front of him with a pained expression.
"The Esoteric Magic of Kamar-Taj. As the Sorcerer Supreme, you only know how to use a cheap, street-level Portal and a tiny bit of Time Manipulation. It's too embarrassing. I will not allow the Sorcerer Supreme to be like this," Mordo said.
"But my combat style is Mechanical Control! Second to that is close-quarters combat! I only use a bit of Space-Time Magic unless I'm truly outmatched. It's more than enough!" Tony's face darkened slightly.
"But it's only a matter of time before you abandon the Mechanical Control combat style," Mordo said. "Don't try to fool me. In the year since we defeated Dormammu, you've spent all of your limited time researching Soul Magic, even pushing aside all the study courses I arranged for you. You want to create complete life, and you've already made some progress, haven't you?"
Tony was silent for a moment before nodding. His research into Soul Magic had yielded great results. A Demigod was already qualified to touch upon the rules of existence; he could actually begin the task of creating souls and building Cybertron.
"When you've created complete life, do you still intend to control them like puppets? Tony, you know very well in your heart that the moment you grant them life is the moment you must let go. Intelligent life is only truly intelligent life when it can develop independently," Mordo said.
Tony glanced at the books and sighed deeply. "I can't possibly forge every Transformer into a being with a complete soul. I can't do it. So I will still maintain a necessary Transformer army... Forget it, why am I telling you this? I'll study them."
Tony opened the first magic book and began to study the spells inside. It was a very complex process; otherwise, Sorcerers wouldn't be so rare.
Time ticked by, and half a day passed in a flash.
Tony rubbed his dizzy head and yawned. This was a rare sight; for someone with Tony's physical and spiritual strength to actually yawn was unusual.
In truth, by relying on the Allspark's terrifying computational power, Tony could cram things into his brain, even if it was just rote memorization. The problem was interpreting it all, a process that required time and experience, and the toll it took on his energy was astonishing.
Besides, Tony wasn't studying Basic Magic, but rather some practical, High-Damage Magic.
"Any movement from Dormammu?" Tony asked, taking a moment to speak to Mordo, who had been standing guard beside him the whole time.
"He's still shouting and screaming in the Magic Prison, but otherwise, there have been no other little tricks."
"Heh, I don't believe the Dark Lord would be so well-behaved. That bastard is probably studying the prison's magic circles. We'll change him to a new magic circle tomorrow!" Tony sneered, then continued, "What about Wanda, Magik, and Constantine?"
"Wanda is still in the Library, and Magik is with her." At the mention of Magik, Mordo subconsciously frowned, feeling a sense of disgust whenever he thought of all the Dark Magic she possessed. "As for Constantine, we just received news. This time, he stole two Secret Magic Arts and ran off again."
"He ran again?! That bastard, that scum!" Tony gritted his teeth. "What about his Grand Summoning Art? Have we gotten the detailed spells and magic circles out of him?"
"No. In a year's time, we haven't even managed to get a third of it," Mordo said, also looking troubled.
That Constantine fellow had an astonishing talent for Magic and a sharp mind, but his personality... it was just so damn scummy. If there was an opportunity for profit, he would never hesitate.
Betraying his allies was practically a daily routine.
"...Tell Wong to drag that bastard back and lock him directly in the Prison. Let him be cellmates with Dormammu," Tony ordered.
The name Con truly lived up to its reputation.
If Tony weren't coveting the Grand Summoning Art in Con's possession, he would have had the heart to kill the bastard with a single palm strike.
You could never know just how much of a scumbag that guy was until you met him.
The Hell Detective. He couldn't see the "detective" part, but his shamelessness could rival that of a Demon.
"Let's ignore him for now. Mordo, prepare the Ritual. After a year, it's about time I went to meet them." Tony slowly stood up, his expression serious.
Mordo bowed slightly and hurried away.
Tony took a deep breath, adjusting his state.
He was going to use a Hidden Magic from Kamar-Taj to connect spiritually with the source of Mystic Energy. This was something every Sorcerer Supreme had to do.
The Trinity... the Vishanti
(end of chapter)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Tony had never touched the core rules of the Dark Dimension, merely sealing them within his own soul.
He knew all too well about Dormammu's miserable existence. The Dormammu who occupied the Dark Dimension was arrogant and invincible in a one-on-one fight, but once his soul was targeted, his Demigod-level essence was completely exposed.
Tony had no desire to spend his entire life in that pitch-black place. He wanted to ascend to Level Seven on his own, not by relying on some ephemeral external force.
"Dark Power is incomparably evil. I will not allow you to touch such a thing!" Mordo said with a stubborn expression.
Tony looked helpless. "How many times have I told you? Dark Power is just one of many forms of power. Power itself is neither right nor wrong. Besides, Dormammu is no longer our enemy. Did we win the war only to lose the benefits? We can't just leave the Dark Dimension sitting there, can we?"
"In any case, I will absolutely not allow it!" Mordo said in a deep voice. "The Ancient One always taught us about the powerful corruption of Dark Power on the mind. I've fought Dark Sorcerers for so long, I know it better than anyone. According to the power levels you described, even if you are Level 5, you might not be able to resist the Power of Darkness. I will not permit even the slightest risk!"
"Tony, the Ancient One isn't here, so I am your temporary mentor. I will supervise you at all times to ensure you act as a proper Sorcerer Supreme! You are the Guardian of Earth, and you cannot afford to have a shred of wishful thinking!" Mordo's voice grew louder, and it looked as though he was about to start arguing with Tony again.
"Alright, alright, you win. I won't touch the Dark Dimension unless it's absolutely necessary," Tony sighed.
Only then did Mordo's expression soften.
This scene had already played out more than once.
Mordo's sense of responsibility was truly impeccable. He executed the standards set by the Ancient One without compromise. He had even, at the very beginning, made demands about Tony's attire.
He believed the Sorcerer Supreme should wear white, but Tony insisted on wearing a loose black robe that completely shrouded him in shadow, making him look like a drug dealer—not at all like a good guy.
Although Tony ultimately stuck to his hooded black robe, Mordo's stubbornness was plain to see.
Tony really didn't know how he was supposed to explain to him that the Ancient One had drawn upon the Dark Power herself. For a person as dogmatic as Mordo, the sense of devastation that would come from learning the Ancient One had secretly overturned the very standards she had set would be too intense.
If he wasn't careful, Tony was genuinely worried Mordo would become like Black Adam, viewing all Sorcerers on Earth as the Source of Evil and trying to eliminate them with all his might.
"What are all these books?" Tony changed the subject, pointing at the pile of books in front of him with a pained expression.
"The Esoteric Magic of Kamar-Taj. As the Sorcerer Supreme, you only know how to use a cheap, street-level Portal and a tiny bit of Time Manipulation. It's too embarrassing. I will not allow the Sorcerer Supreme to be like this," Mordo said.
"But my combat style is Mechanical Control! Second to that is close-quarters combat! I only use a bit of Space-Time Magic unless I'm truly outmatched. It's more than enough!" Tony's face darkened slightly.
"But it's only a matter of time before you abandon the Mechanical Control combat style," Mordo said. "Don't try to fool me. In the year since we defeated Dormammu, you've spent all of your limited time researching Soul Magic, even pushing aside all the study courses I arranged for you. You want to create complete life, and you've already made some progress, haven't you?"
Tony was silent for a moment before nodding. His research into Soul Magic had yielded great results. A Demigod was already qualified to touch upon the rules of existence; he could actually begin the task of creating souls and building Cybertron.
"When you've created complete life, do you still intend to control them like puppets? Tony, you know very well in your heart that the moment you grant them life is the moment you must let go. Intelligent life is only truly intelligent life when it can develop independently," Mordo said.
Tony glanced at the books and sighed deeply. "I can't possibly forge every Transformer into a being with a complete soul. I can't do it. So I will still maintain a necessary Transformer army... Forget it, why am I telling you this? I'll study them."
Tony opened the first magic book and began to study the spells inside. It was a very complex process; otherwise, Sorcerers wouldn't be so rare.
Time ticked by, and half a day passed in a flash.
Tony rubbed his dizzy head and yawned. This was a rare sight; for someone with Tony's physical and spiritual strength to actually yawn was unusual.
In truth, by relying on the Allspark's terrifying computational power, Tony could cram things into his brain, even if it was just rote memorization. The problem was interpreting it all, a process that required time and experience, and the toll it took on his energy was astonishing.
Besides, Tony wasn't studying Basic Magic, but rather some practical, High-Damage Magic.
"Any movement from Dormammu?" Tony asked, taking a moment to speak to Mordo, who had been standing guard beside him the whole time.
"He's still shouting and screaming in the Magic Prison, but otherwise, there have been no other little tricks."
"Heh, I don't believe the Dark Lord would be so well-behaved. That bastard is probably studying the prison's magic circles. We'll change him to a new magic circle tomorrow!" Tony sneered, then continued, "What about Wanda, Magik, and Constantine?"
"Wanda is still in the Library, and Magik is with her." At the mention of Magik, Mordo subconsciously frowned, feeling a sense of disgust whenever he thought of all the Dark Magic she possessed. "As for Constantine, we just received news. This time, he stole two Secret Magic Arts and ran off again."
"He ran again?! That bastard, that scum!" Tony gritted his teeth. "What about his Grand Summoning Art? Have we gotten the detailed spells and magic circles out of him?"
"No. In a year's time, we haven't even managed to get a third of it," Mordo said, also looking troubled.
That Constantine fellow had an astonishing talent for Magic and a sharp mind, but his personality... it was just so damn scummy. If there was an opportunity for profit, he would never hesitate.
Betraying his allies was practically a daily routine.
"...Tell Wong to drag that bastard back and lock him directly in the Prison. Let him be cellmates with Dormammu," Tony ordered.
The name Con truly lived up to its reputation.
If Tony weren't coveting the Grand Summoning Art in Con's possession, he would have had the heart to kill the bastard with a single palm strike.
You could never know just how much of a scumbag that guy was until you met him.
The Hell Detective. He couldn't see the "detective" part, but his shamelessness could rival that of a Demon.
"Let's ignore him for now. Mordo, prepare the Ritual. After a year, it's about time I went to meet them." Tony slowly stood up, his expression serious.
Mordo bowed slightly and hurried away.
Tony took a deep breath, adjusting his state.
He was going to use a Hidden Magic from Kamar-Taj to connect spiritually with the source of Mystic Energy. This was something every Sorcerer Supreme had to do.
The Trinity... the Vishanti
(end of chapter)
