86: Chapter 86 Mages? Just a bunch of magicians.

With Lynn's right foot stomping down heavily, the Shield of the Vishanti, maintained by hundreds of elite Kamar-Taj mages and touted as an absolute defense, completely shattered!

The sky full of golden magic fragments fell like a poignant rain of light, crashing down over the New York Sanctum.

"Pfft!"

Inside the hall, over a hundred mages simultaneously vomited blood. The terrifying power of the magic backlash instantly severed their magical circuits, and everyone collapsed to the ground as if drained of all strength, wailing in agony.

"Bang!"

A large hole was smashed into the sturdy dome of the Sanctum.

Lynn, dressed in a black trench coat, landed steadily on the wooden floor in the center of the Sanctum's hall.

The immense force caused the entire ancient building to shake violently, and spiderweb-like cracks spread across the floor, centered on his boots.

Lynn stood up, his gaze sweeping casually over the mages coughing up blood on the floor.

"Is this the foundation of Kamar-Taj?"

Lynn shook his head, his eyes filled with disdain: "A bunch of mortals who haven't even mastered their own physical bodies, borrowing a little power from other dimensions, and you really think of yourselves as Guardians?"

"Demon... don't you dare lay a finger on time!"

Wong's eyes were bloodshot. Ignoring his ruptured meridians, he forcibly pulled two red Rings of Raggadorr with his hands and lunged at Lynn, roaring.

"Noisy."

Lynn didn't even glance at him.

"Bang!"

In the void behind him, a graceful figure in a dark red suit instantly flashed out.

Captain Marvel, Carol!

She grabbed Wong by the neck and lifted him into the air like a chick. In Carol's golden eyes, whose logic had been altered, there remained only fanatical loyalty to Lynn and extreme coldness toward the enemy.

"Those who offend the Master, die."

Carol's right fist glowed with blinding photon energy, preparing to smash Wong's head directly.

"Stop! Carol, let him go!"

An extremely anxious roar came from the end of the hall.

Strange struggled to get up from the ground despite the excruciating pain, his hands frantically forming seals.

He did not attack Lynn, because in his predictions from the river of time, any form of energy attack was meaningless against this monster.

His only choice was to isolate the battlefield!

"Hum!"

Strange slammed his hands into the void in front of him.

In an instant, the space of the entire New York Sanctum seemed to turn into a shattered kaleidoscope!

The wooden floors, ancient stairs, and magic books on the walls began to twist, fold, and flip in an extremely bizarre geometric form!

[Mirror Dimension]!

This was Kamar-Taj's most powerful environmental isolation magic.

The surrounding reality instantly faded away.

Lynn found himself and Strange in a folded dimension composed entirely of multi-faceted mirrors. Here, the skyscrapers of Manhattan could mesh and rotate like gears, and the sky and earth could be flipped at will.

Here, a mage is the god who dominates the environment.

In the hall of the real World, Carol's hand suddenly grasped at empty air; the physical forms of Lynn and Strange had vanished from the spot.

"Huff... huff..."

Inside the Mirror Dimension, Strange hovered in mid-air, panting heavily.

He waved his hands continuously, controlling the hundreds of skyscrapers around him like massive steel pillars, crushing them toward Lynn from all directions, attempting to seal him forever in this folded cage.

"Lynn! I know I can't kill you!"

Strange's voice echoed in the empty Mirror Dimension, filled with a hint of determination: "But as long as I am here, you will never return to the real World! This Mirror Dimension will be your eternal prison!"

Facing this earth-shattering spatial compression, Lynn stood on a floating piece of concrete, not moving a single step.

He watched the skyscrapers rolling and smashing down like building blocks, looked at the sweating Doctor Strange, and suddenly laughed.

"A prison?"

The mockery in Lynn's eyes was almost overflowing.

"Stephen Strange, do you have some misunderstanding about the word 'space'?"

Lynn slowly raised his left hand.

Under the skin of his backhand, a deep blue stone and a dark red stone lit up simultaneously with blinding light.

The Space Stone! The Reality Stone!

"You mages, drawing circles and chanting spells every day, borrowing a tiny bit of pathetic spatial power from the Vishanti, and you feel smug, thinking you've mastered the truth."

Lynn rubbed his fingers gently.

"Today, I will be merciful and teach you what is called..."

"The underlying laws of the Universe."

The moment his voice fell, Lynn, facing the crazily folding Mirror Dimension around him, snapped his fingers crisply and casually.

"Snap."

The sound of the snap was not loud.

But the instant it rang out, two forces pure to the extreme—spatial dominance and reality reconstruction—like two unstoppable torrents, instantly swept through the entire Mirror Dimension!

"Hum—!!!"

Strange discovered with horror that he had completely lost control over the Mirror Dimension!

The skyscrapers that were rolling and crushing, under an irresistible force, instantly froze in mid-air.

Then.

"Crack... crack crack..."

The entire Mirror Dimension was like a glass ball struck by a hammer.

In the sky, on the ground, and on the surrounding folded spatial faults, countless dense and terrifying cracks appeared out of thin air!

"This... this is impossible! You didn't even use magic!" Strange's eyes were splitting, his vision blurring with rage and despair.

"In the face of true laws, your magic is nothing but a crude trick."

Lynn lowered his left hand.

"Shatter."

"Boom!!!"

The entire Mirror Dimension, under Strange's gaze of extreme despair, exploded!

Countless spatial fragments, like the residue of a mirror, were completely annihilated in the void.

Strange felt his vision go black; the magical backlash caused him to lose gravity, and he fell like a kite with a broken string.

"Bang."

The scene shifted.

Real World, New York Sanctum hall.

Strange fell heavily onto the floor, the violent impact breaking several of his ribs, leaving him without the strength to even crawl up.

The surrounding mages watched this scene, their eyes completely dim. The Sorcerer Supreme's strongest isolation method was shattered in a second by the opponent with a single snap.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Crisp footsteps sounded by Strange's ear.

Lynn stopped in front of him.

Lynn slowly bent down, his black eyes, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, locked firmly onto the metal pendant emitting green light on Strange's chest—the eye of agamotto.

"Alright, the warm-up is over."

Lynn reached out his right hand and grabbed the pendant.

"Now, give me this green stone."