Chapter 46: Assault on the Sanctuary

Mordo looked a little despondent, yet somewhat relieved. “Master Ancient One said you might be someone with an uncanny power of foresight—a prophet, if you will. You know much, and you joined Kamar-Taj from the very start with the intention of involving yourself in this war of sorcerers. Since you’re prepared, from this moment onward, you can no longer stand aside. Do you understand?”

Mei Mumu nodded.

Fatty Wang cooperatively stepped forward, pulled out a cloth roll from the right drawer of his desk, and unfurled it, revealing a collection of pristine magical artifacts.

“Pick one.”

Beside him, Mordo added, “Kamar-Taj defends this world against the intrusion of creatures from other realms, mainly relying on the three great sanctuaries crafted by the previous Sorcerer Supreme, Agamotto. Tonight, all three sanctuaries have been attacked by Kaecilius’s fanatical followers. All the official sorcerers have received orders to reinforce the sanctuaries' defenses.”

“Where’s Master Ancient One?” Mei Mumu asked.

Mordo replied, “Master Ancient One will remain at this sanctuary, guarding headquarters and the apprentices.”

“Whew!” Mei Mumu nodded, exhaling deeply. He ended up selecting a Vatu Magic Sword from Fatty Wang’s collection. The fortress sorcerers could cast magic directly without such tools, but he couldn’t—so let him play the Jedi for now.

Or rather, call me Brother Haonan.

In that instant, Mei Mumu transformed into Mei Haonan.

No, suddenly, as if unable to resist, he weighed the Vatu Magic Staff, abandoned it, and instead took up the Staff of the Tribunal of Life.

Miraculous!

Almost the moment he wielded the staff in his left hand and the transparent magic sword in his right, activating dual-wield mode, Mei Mumu’s entire aura changed dramatically.

Azure Dragon on the left, White Tiger on the right, an old lotus tied at his waist, Peppa Pig tattooed on his shoulder—a surge of streetwise, roguish energy burst forth.

His presence was as rough and worldly as could be.

The other two stared, dumbfounded. If they hadn’t known that Mei Mumu was a refined scholar, a top student, and a wage emperor before entering Kamar-Taj, they’d have thought he was just another Kathmandu street thug.

No, at this moment, his aura was that of a veteran who’d spent decades on the underworld’s front lines!

Mei’s heart wept: Damn it, who could’ve guessed that activating Gandalf’s template would require forced dual-wielding? A proper white-robed wizard, that old rascal, didn’t invest his talents in magic—he put them all into melee. Incredible.

“Ahem!” Mei Mumu coughed, finally pulling the others back to reality. “Alright! I’m ready.”

Mordo’s pupils contracted. He had thought he already held Mei Mumu in high regard, but it seemed he still underestimated him.

Indeed, perhaps only a man with such an aura truly stood a chance to survive this mysterious war. Compared to Mei Mumu, the other magical apprentices were like hothouse flowers—unlikely to withstand the coming storm.

“Let’s go!” Fatty Wang took the lead, heading to the center of the Time Sanctuary. He rotated the pedestal where the Eye of Agamotto once lay, which bore several circular mechanisms.

By turning the rings, one could monitor the sanctuaries’ status.

“Wait! London!?” Fatty Wang hadn’t finished speaking when the large portal to London suddenly opened. An anxious, curly-haired Caucasian sorcerer, looking rather Argentinian, rushed through.

“Enemy attack, it’s—” Before the poor man could finish, Mordo and the others saw the enemy.

Kaecilius the Zealot!

His distinctive square jaw, perfectly groomed shoulder-length white hair—impossible to mistake.

Seeing him, Mei Mumu’s heart skipped a beat.

Kaecilius’s eye sockets were now rimmed with inky black, fissured as if from extreme desiccation, making for a chilling sight.

It was evidence that Dormammu’s dark power had truly entered his body. He looked like a cultivator who’d stayed awake for three days and nights; ignore his ghastly appearance, and his magical prowess was formidable.

Almost as soon as the messenger stepped through the portal, Kaecilius flung a transparent magical blade.

Fatty Wang’s spellcasting was nothing if not quick; he summoned a magical shield behind his colleague’s back in a flash.

Unfortunately, it was useless. The semi-transparent shield, like a contact lens, lasted less than a tenth of a second before shattering under the high-concentration dark magic blade.

Before their very eyes, the sorcerer defending London’s sanctuary was pierced through the chest from behind by the blade. Blood, mingled with fragments of lung tissue, sprayed uncontrollably from his mouth. He collapsed in despair, twitched twice, and died.

No one paid him any mind.

As Fatty Wang and Mordo drew their magical artifacts to confront Kaecilius, two small magic circles appeared in Kaecilius’s hands.

With a ferocious grin, Kaecilius hurled two black magic spheres, roaring toward the doorway connecting the London Sanctuary and the Time Sanctuary.

Boom!

Holy crap!

In truth, Mei Mumu reacted instantly. In his panic, he managed to conjure a small magic shield, blocking flying debris from the explosion and the magical backlash as the portal shattered.

He shielded himself from fatal harm, but his not-so-robust physique couldn’t withstand the blast’s shockwave.

Mei Mumu was sent flying.

When he regained his senses, he found himself thrown into an unfamiliar place.

He summoned a shield the size of a zither, barely fending off falling debris from the collapsing structure. Mei Mumu quickly scanned his surroundings.

He gasped.

Damn, this scene was identical to the original film—a museum, with classic wooden columns, carved windows, and lavishly patterned marble floors. Low square pedestals displayed what were clearly precious Chinese porcelain artifacts.

Mei Mumu had no time to admire what were likely priceless vases. He dashed to the door, glanced outside to confirm he was in New York, then hurriedly retreated back into the sanctuary.

Outside, crowds bustled.

These ordinary people, oblivious to what was about to happen, were utterly powerless to help.

The only hope lay in finding the sorcerers guarding the New York Sanctuary.

But before that, there was another crucial task.