American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 1071 The Sleepwalking Wizard Peter!

Upon entering the dream realm that connects everything, Peter captured a rapidly fluctuating dream bubble filled with anxiety, fear, and dream energy.

He felt a sense of familiarity with the aura emanating from this dream; he had seen it not long ago.

It was Monica Rambo, the S.W.O.R.D. agent who was forcibly expelled by Wanda.

After confirming the other party's identity, Peter's consciousness silently merged into the other party's dream.

Monica's dream was a complete mess.

At this moment, she was running through a boundless, twisted farm.

Behind her, a viscous, ever-changing dark red shadow was chasing her.

The shadowy figure in the dream sometimes transformed into Wanda's grinning face, sometimes into a roaring beholder, and sometimes into the arms of countless crying children.

"Get out! Intruder!"

"Give me back my husband!"

"mom!"

Countless terrifying screams came from behind her.

Monica ran for her life, firing her energy gun backward repeatedly.

But the energy beam from the pistol hit the shadowy figure as if it had sunk into the sea.

Seeing that her attacks were ineffective, Monica felt an overwhelming sense of despair.

Just as the shadowy figure was about to engulf her, a soft light suddenly descended from the sky, cleaving through the darkness of the dream.

Then, a sudden light shone on the dark red shadow that was chasing her.

"hiss--!!!"

The shadowy figure let out a sharp, agonizing scream, as if it had encountered its natural nemesis. Its form twisted violently, evaporated, and dissipated in the white light.

The nightmare... is over?

Monica, panting heavily, stopped in her tracks, still shaken, and stared blankly at the spot where the dark figure had disappeared.

To her astonishment, a figure slowly emerged from the light.

The newcomer was dressed in simple casual clothes and had a calm demeanor, which seemed out of place with the collapsing dreamscape around him.

"Who are you?"

Monica asked in shock.

“I am Peter Patrick.”

Peter stood still and calmly told the other person his name.

"Peter Patrick?"

Upon hearing the name, Monica was stunned.

Having been closely connected with Captain Marvel since childhood and being an outstanding field agent of S.W.O.R.D., she is quite knowledgeable about the inside story of the Thanos war.

She had heard the name Peter Patrick, the mysterious man who ended Thanos, more than once.

"You're Mr. Patrick?!"

Monica gasped in disbelief, “You… how could you be in my dream?! Is this also Wanda’s illusion?!”

She already knew she was dreaming.

To her shock, she dreamed of Peter Patrick. How could that be?

"Relax, Agent Rambo."

Peter's voice resounded directly within her dream consciousness.

"This is no longer your nightmare. I am real, or rather, this part of my consciousness is real. I found you through dreams."

Peter then looked around at the dreamscape that was gradually stabilizing: "It seems that even after you left, Wanda's chaos magic still left a considerable amount of mental pollution. How are you feeling?"

Monica tried to calm her racing heart.

As a highly trained agent, she quickly forced herself to calm down and analyze the situation.

Although it's unclear whether the other person is really Peter Patrick, his eyes and aura are very convincing.

If it's that mysterious person who once defeated Thanos, perhaps he really could help me.

Taking a deep breath and looking into Peter's eyes, which seemed to see through everything, Monica ultimately chose to trust her intuition.

"I...I'm okay."

She took a deep breath. “Mr. Patrick, Wanda Maximov… she… she created a huge reality distortion field that almost covered the entire farm area, trapping many residents inside. I tried to investigate, but she found me and forcibly expelled me.”

"Her power is too great, and extremely unstable."

Monica immediately told Peter what she knew.

"I know."

Peter nodded, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes. "I need your help now, Monica. I need to know the exact situation outside, and... help me locate an 'anchor' that can safely connect me to reality."

"Of course!"

Monica agreed without hesitation, "Some of the Sky Sword Bureau's equipment should still be operational, I can..."

Before she could finish speaking, the entire dream suddenly began to fluctuate violently and became extremely unstable.

"Oh no... I'm waking up!"

Monica said in a somewhat flustered tone, her dream image beginning to blur.

"Follow my guidance."

Peter's voice became clear and strong, "I will wake up with you, focus your attention, recall the real world you are in, and the feeling of being pulled out of the illusion by Wanda."

Listening to Peter's words, Monica gradually calmed down and began to do as Peter said.

As she focused her mind, the sensations of reality and illusion, which gave her different experiences, appeared in her mental world.

In reality, this is the temporary Tianjian Bureau field command post.

"Whoosh!"

Monica Rambo, lying on the makeshift medical bed, suddenly opened her eyes, gasping for breath, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

Is it a dream?
Monica wiped away her sweat and let out a breath.

But if it's a nightmare, then it feels far too real.

However, before she could fully regain consciousness, Monica suddenly realized that someone was standing beside her medical bed.

It was Peter Patrick who appeared in her dream!
Peter's figure flickered slightly, like a holographic projection, but his eyes were incredibly clear, calmly watching her.

“Mr. Patrick…?!”

Monica sat bolt upright, nearly falling off the bed, her heart pounding. "You...you really...came out?!"

Peter nodded slightly and said to her, "It's just a part of my consciousness temporarily projected here through the dream. My body is still in the illusion. Now, Monica, tell me, what exactly is happening outside? Do you know Wanda?"

Monica looked at Peter, who was radiating powerful energy, and swallowed hard.

How powerful is the opponent to be able to perceive reality through dream projection?
“Wanda…she did come to Skysword Bureau before.”

Moni spoke quickly, reporting as concisely as possible, "Shortly after the Thanos incident, she seemed... to be searching for something, clues about the Dark Book, or... something worse. We tried to stop her, but she..."

A flicker of fear and helplessness crossed Monica's face.

"...She easily broke through all our defenses. We suffered heavy losses, but we couldn't even slow her down. Since then, we have been closely monitoring her movements until she hid in this area and created this huge force field."

Peter listened quietly, his face revealing neither joy nor anger.

Sure enough, Wanda couldn't get along with the S.W.A.S. no matter what.

In the original timeline, she also dismantled the Heavenly Sword Bureau.

"I understand."

Peter snapped out of his thoughts, coughed, and said, "Monica, take me to Kamar-Taj, now."

"Karmar-Taj?"

Monica paused for a moment, "Why?"

Peter interrupted her, "No need to ask any more questions, if you want to get rid of Wanda's control over this area."

Monica nodded and didn't ask any more questions. Her intuition as a skilled agent told her that obedience was the best option at this moment.

She quickly got up and started the camouflaged SUV.

Peter's consciousness projection sat in the passenger seat like a weightless ghost. The vehicle sped across the wilderness, quickly moving out of the Wanda Force Field's influence.

The surrounding landscape shifted from a false pastoral scene back to the typical desolation of the New York suburbs.

Monica pushed the car to its limit and simultaneously contacted SkySword headquarters via an encrypted channel, attempting to obtain more information.

However, there is very little information about Kamar-Taj, which seems to be shrouded in some kind of powerful magical silence field.

An ominous premonition spread through Peter's mind.

When the off-road vehicle finally passed through the last hidden magical barrier and arrived at the entrance to the mysterious dimension where Kamar-Taj was located, the scene before him made Peter slightly stunned.

There were no solemn and ancient halls, no tranquil and peaceful courtyards, and no busy monks or apprentices practicing their faith.

All that remained was a ruin, billowing smoke and completely reduced to scorched earth.

The once towering tower has been broken in half, its exquisite carvings reduced to dust, and the library, which once housed countless precious books, is now reduced to just a few charred, broken pillars.

The broken walls bear the horrific marks of scorching and energy impact.

The air was filled with the pungent smells of sulfur, ozone, and blood, even overpowering the crisp, cold air characteristic of the snow-capped mountains.

Amidst the ruins, one could see mages lying on the ground groaning, covered in wounds.

The monks, dressed in robes from different schools of thought and from all over the world, were struggling in agony, as if they had just experienced the most brutal war.

Some of the less seriously injured were trying to cast healing spells or dig their companions out from under the rubble.

Monica was stunned when she saw this.

Before Monica could react, Peter vanished from the car and reappeared in the middle of the ruins.

Peter slowly crouched down, his projected fingers brushing across a patch of scorched earth.

The residual energy imprints in the soil are filled with a mad obsession and a pure desire for destruction.

"Wanda..."

Peter murmured in a low voice.

The residual strength of this force far exceeded his expectations.

She actually... went so far as to raze Kamar-Taj to the ground.

Where's Raven?
Where is Ah Zu?
What about Bruce?

Even with all of them working together, they couldn't stop her?!
Peter's powerful senses quickly swept across the entire ruins, soon locking onto a relatively strong, yet somewhat faint, source of life.

He walked through many ruins and found the unconscious king in a relatively intact corner.

The king was in terrible condition; his mage robes were badly torn, and he had multiple magical burns and physical impact marks on his body. His face was ashen, and his breathing was weak.

Peter extended his finger and gently tapped his forehead.

Although it was just a projection of his consciousness, he mobilized the power of his true body, and a trace of extremely pure energy was transferred to him.

"Uh……"

Wang let out a painful groan and slowly opened his eyes.

My vision blurred for a moment before finally focusing on Peter's translucent face.

"He...de?"

Wang's voice was hoarse and dry, filled with disbelief, "You...how could you...?"

He struggled to sit up.

"Don't move, conserve your energy."

Peter held him down, his expression serious, and said, "Tell me, what happened here? Wanda's here? Where are Raven, Bruce, and Azu? Where are America and Stephen?"

Upon hearing these questions, Wang's face was instantly filled with pain and confusion.

He took a few deep breaths, mustered his strength, and described the desperate battle that had just taken place in the simplest of words.

This includes how Wanda easily destroyed the defenses set up by the global mages, how Raven awakened her Trinity form and fought desperately but was still no match for him, how Azu was easily subdued, and finally how America opened the passage in extreme fear.

As Peter listened to the other person's story, his expression became more serious than ever before.

Although he had a premonition, he only realized the seriousness of the situation was far beyond his imagination after hearing Wang's account.

Wanda, having mastered the Dark Book, has reached an incredibly terrifying level of power.

Even Raven, after her awakening, did not stop her.

Everyone is caught up in the multiverse, scattered among endless possibilities.

The trouble is big.

Even he, whose true form is still trapped in Wanda's illusion, is like looking for a needle in a haystack in the endless multiverse with only a projection of his consciousness.

A silence enveloped the group; the only sounds were the groans of the wounded in the distance and the crackling of the flames.

Just then, a glint flashed in Peter's eyes.

He suddenly remembered a key piece of information about Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness from a fragment of his past life memories.

“Sleepwalking…” Peter murmured to himself, “…the spells of a sleepwalking wizard.”

Upon hearing this word, Wang was startled, even temporarily forgetting his pain: "Peter, you...know this spell?"

"I also know a lot of information that you don't know."

Peter interrupted him, “Now, Your Majesty, this is the only way to find them quickly. The source of this spell isn’t entirely in the Dark Book; that’s just a copy. Where is the true source, the place that records the first and most primal incantation?!”

Wang looked at Peter in shock; even in Kamar-Taj, only Peter knew this secret at this moment.

Just how much does Peter Patrick really know?!
Wang hesitated for a moment before replying, “...Wandager Mountain, according to legend, is the site of the oldest dark temple on Earth, which is said to have existed before the beginning of time. On the stone walls of the altar there, the most primitive dark spells possessed by the world’s first demon are carved. The Dark Book is just a copy made by later generations based on those stone carvings.”

"take me!"

Peter said immediately.

"Now? But my injury..."

Wang struggled for a moment, then felt excruciating pain throughout his body.

Peter didn't speak, but extended his finger again.

Strange and complex golden runes lit up his fingertips—runes originating from the World Tree system, representing healing, vitality, and power.

Peter then drew runes in the void, including Ansuz (oracle, communication), Kenaz (fire, enlightenment, healing), and Uruz (strength, health), and golden light flowed into the king's body like a warm stream.

Wang felt a powerful yet gentle force rapidly flowing through his limbs and bones, repairing his damaged muscles and bones. The excruciating pain quickly subsided, and his strength returned.

Although not completely cured, it was enough to restore his mobility.

"This...this is?!"

Wang was once again shocked by Peter's unfathomable methods.

"We're out of time."

Peter withdrew his hand, and the projection of his consciousness seemed to dim slightly. Clearly, casting such a powerful healing spell from a distance had taken a toll on him. "Monica."

He looked at the female agent who had just arrived and said, "Prepare transportation and get to Wanda Mountain as fast as possible!"

Although Monica didn't understand what was happening, she obeyed without hesitation: "Yes!"

With the advanced technology of the Sky Sword Bureau and the guidance of the King's magic, the two quickly located the forbidden mountain in distant Eastern Europe, which was shrouded in blizzards and powerful magical barriers all year round.

Unable to get close, the three landed at the foot of the mountain.

On the mountaintop, a fierce blizzard lashed at your face like countless cold blades, visibility was extremely low, and the eerie wind seemed to carry ancient whispers and wails, attempting to erode the minds of intruders.

Peter (consciousness projection) was unaffected, Monica resisted through strong will and special training, and Wang erected a simple protective magic circle.

After a difficult journey, the three finally reached the summit.

A massive, ancient, and inhumanly styled black stone building stands abruptly amidst the wind and snow, as if it had grown out of the mountain.

It had no windows, only a pitch-black entrance like the gaping maw of a giant beast, exuding a dark aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

"This is it. This is Wandager Mountain, the legendary dark temple that seals the immense power of the world's first demon."

The king's voice was filled with awe and fear, "The first darkness... lies within."

Peter looked up at the entrance that seemed to devour all light, his consciousness projection appearing unusually stable amidst the raging storm.

"Let's go." He was the first to float into the darkness. "Time is running out."

Monica and Wang exchanged a glance, both seeing the tension and unease in each other's eyes.

The two took a deep breath and followed closely behind, stepping into the unknown secret place.

(End of this chapter)