Chapter 311 - 308 | Deceitful Women, Religious Leaders, And The Light Of The Righteous (II)
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"The Dark Dimension is a place of tranquility and immortality. There is no concept of time, let alone death."
Kaecilius was like a devout preacher. He distributed handwritten leaflets and kept preaching with his mouth.
In the beginning, the inhabitants of San Venganza maintained an attitude of rejection, ridicule, and contempt towards this heretic.
But in the next few days, Kaecilius showed an extraordinary side.
He looked like a monk who never ate.
After five days, he still didn't drink a drop of water.
Still energetic and rosy.
Every day, in addition to distributing leaflets and announcing doctrines.
He sat at the entrance of the town and meditated.
People's curiosity began to breed. They actively approached Kaecilius and asked about Dormammu and the Dark Dimension.
"Dormammu is the ruler of the Dark Dimension, and his followers would get eternal life after returning to the embrace of darkness."
Kaecilius seriously said.
He spread out his hands. A bright and warm light slowly emerged.
Seeing such a strange sight, the townspeople began to understand more deeply, and then some people became believers.
In this way, a new religion appeared in San Venganza.
Every day, Kaecilius led a growing number of believers to pray and preach together.
It took only a week or so from the initial three or two to the later huge crowd.
"You learned this in Kamar Taj?"
Mordo stopped Kaecilius, who was about to become a religious leader and asked coldly.
Behind him, the three halos were bright and dazzling.
The powerful momentum of the legendary masters rose.
"Spiritual belief is an indispensable thing for anyone."
Kaecilius's eyes blossomed with purple-black lines as the energy of the Dark Dimension eroded his body while providing him with a constant source of abundant magical power.
"When I was helpless, I heard about the Sorcerer Supreme and Kamar Taj, so I finally found the legendary place after going through all the trials and tribulations."
"When the Ancient One showed those 'miracles' and pushed open the magic door, I thought I met my spiritual teacher and believed everything he said."
"But he's a liar, Mordo."
Kaecilius looked at his former colleague from afar, and his mouth revealed a sneer.
In the commandments of Kamar Taj, it was forbidden for a mystic to worship anyone other than the Vishanti and could not have contact with dimensional demons.
Even with spells, such as the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak and the Ruby Rings of Raggador.
They were just a temporary loan, not a contract, and a commitment to trust.
"The Ancient One broke the oath."
Kaecilius angrily said.
"Behind the Sorcerer Supreme's mask of brightness, greatness, and selfless dedication, he's actually an old liar!"
Mordo pressed his lips. He didn't believe what Kaecilius said.
A magic wand abruptly appeared, wisps of electric light coiled around, revealing a destructive atmosphere.
"What? You want to solve the problem by force?"
Kaecilius glanced at the increasingly dazzling halos that embodied the spirits of the three legendary masters who had signed the contract with Mordo.
He didn't think he would lose to Mordo.
In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that Strange's contractor was so powerful that he ended the second match in a surprisingly simple way for everyone…
Kaecilius was ready to have a true showdown with Mordo at that time.
"I will beat you fair and square after passing Vishanti's test."
Mordo was silent for a moment and turned away.
His feud with Kaecilius should be settled later.
The most urgent task was to finish the last match and get the approval of the Vishanti.
Kaecilius used faith and religion to deceive and fool the residents of San Venganza to give them 'salvation'.
In Mordo's opinion, this is an evil path that couldn't last long.
If he wanted to save those fallen souls, he could only rely on the right path.
"Just because your body is broken does not mean that your heart and soul are also broken."
Mordo said so.
He emulated the Sorcerer Supreme, giving patience, forgiveness, and kindness.
Striving to save every poor, desperate person, to show them the way of the spirit over the body.
Unbelievable medical wonders kept appearing in San Venganza.
A semi-paralyzed patient who couldn't stand on their legs could actually run.
A blind old man saw the light again.
The disillusioned was revived.
Soon, Mordo was hailed as a master and gained a solid following.
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"Stephen, have you figured out how to practice your 'salvation'?"
Luke asked jokingly when he saw Strange with a sad face and no clue.
"Loki regarded the townspeople as donkeys and hung a carrot in front of them. She used gold to drive the workers to work hard and put in the effort. Everything can be maintained as long as the beautiful dream is not broken."
"Kaecilius became a religious leader, preaching, praying, and spreading his teachings every day. He told everyone that reality is full of life and death, while Dormammu's Dark Dimension has eternal life and tranquility."
"Mordo not only cured the physical disability of the people in town but also taught them how to face life."
"Doctor Voodoo, Magik… Everyone is actively completing Vishanti's test."
The more Strange listened, the tighter his brow was wrinkled.
After a long while, he shook his head and said, "I don't know what to do."
"I can't save myself. How can I save others? "
There was a hint of self-mockery on Strange's expression. He used to be a doctor who pursued fame and fortune and was blindly proud.
A car accident drove him into the dust from the upper-class life of the elite; he lost everything and was relegated to the bottom. Then, he began to reflect on his previous mistakes.
"I can't understand them."
Strange said.
"The residents of San Venganza, who were deceived by Mephisto, gave up their souls."
"If I were the former Dr. Stephen Strange, I would feel that this was the price I should have paid."
"I would stand on high and laugh at their stupidity."
Luke nodded his head. This was indeed the common style of the elite.
Make a mockery of those who made mistakes, accuse them of being ridiculous, and express your opinion in the process.
"But now I'm Master Strange, a guy who has suffered and found himself."
"So, I rightfully sympathize with them and want to save them."
"However, I have no idea what to do."
Strange made no secret of his confusion, not thinking that what his competitors were doing would be very effective.
Cheating, lies would always be exposed, blind faith was a rootless tree, and kindness rarely ever bore fruit…
Saving one person was already a difficult thing.
How could he save three thousand people?
"Can you teach me?"
Strange looked at his own contractor.
"Frankly speaking, I have no experience in this field."
Luke shrugged his shoulders and saw a hint of disappointment in Strange's eyes. He smiled and said, "But I have a suggestion that is neither too good nor too bad."
"When you don't know what to do, put yourself in the Sorcerer Supreme's shoes."
Strange silent for a long time, the frown slowly relaxed.
"I see!"
He laughed.
"You are saying that if there is no other way to save the sinful souls of those who have fallen,"
"It's better to solve the problem directly from the source! I'm going to find Mephisto now!"
Strange took a deep breath, his eyes full of determination.
Take back the Contract of San Venganza from the hands of the old devil and free the souls of the sinners!
"Uh …"
Looking at Strange, who was putting on his magic armor and opening the transmission portal, Luke didn't know if he should laugh or cry.
"Actually, I was going to say … forget it. Your idea isn't wrong."
Anyway, a Sorcerer Supreme who hadn't beaten up Mephisto wasn't a qualified Sorcerer Supreme.
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