Marvel's Spider-Man: Web of Fate

Modu shook his head repeatedly.

“Okay,” Peter smacked his lips, somewhat disappointed.

Don't get me wrong, he doesn't actually like being sandwiched between two grown men.

However, both of them are mysterious mages!

Running around with two mages between your arms, it sounds pretty cool, right?

It has to be said that Peter's thought process is truly unique.

"Let's go!" Without saying a word, Modu took the lead and started running.

Strange and Peter quickly followed.

To their surprise, they had only run a few steps when their feet suddenly began to spin.

The entire ground began to tilt rapidly, quickly changing from "one" to "1".

Strange and Mordo were shocked as their bodies plummeted downwards, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

Just then, Peter casually shot out two strands of spider silk, which stuck them to the ground.

The two of them stopped abruptly and looked up at each other.

"How can you stand on this vertical wall?" Strange finally managed to utter a sentence after a long pause.

Although Mordo didn't speak, the shock in his eyes was enough to convey his meaning.

Peter replied matter-of-factly, "Otherwise, why would I be called Spider-Man? Isn't it normal for spiders to be able to climb walls?"

"What you're saying makes a lot of sense. Bullshit! Spiders can climb walls, but you're a human!" Strange roared inwardly.

It's also because he's only been a sorcerer for half a year and has spent most of his time studying in Kamar-Taj, so his knowledge isn't deep enough yet.

Perhaps he won't be so surprised after some time has passed.

Whoops!

The ground was flipped over and became the "ceiling".

At the same time, the tall buildings below folded into fans and tilted towards the three of them.

"Is this how mages attack? That's amazing!" Peter exclaimed, pulling Strange and Mordo back with both hands, grabbing them, and ignoring their objections, tucking them back under his body as he ran forward quickly. "Gentlemen mages, do you have any way to fight these things? We can't keep running like this, can we?"

Chapter 82 The Most Wonderful Thing in the World

Strange said, "Actually, I opened the Mirror Dimension to trap them inside. I didn't expect that Kasirius would become so powerful after absorbing the power of the Dark Dimension. Now he has taken control of the Mirror Dimension."

“There’s no use regretting it now. Let’s change the location first,” Mordo said, stretching out his hands, one hand held vertically and the other making a circle.

stab-

Suddenly a circle of light appeared ahead, and inside the circle were scenes from other places!

Peter paused slightly, his movements faltering.

Mordo said, "This is a portal. I opened it. Just go in."

"Hmm," Peter felt relieved, accelerated again, and rushed straight in.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them arrived at a bridge.

Peter recognized the bridge; it was the Brooklyn Bridge, which connects Manhattan and Brooklyn, and was more than 4 kilometers away from where they had just been!

It can traverse such a vast distance in an instant; no wonder it's called a teleportation portal!

Amazing!

Peter's eyes sparkled.

He wondered if he could find a way to learn this magical spell.

Will he become a wizard Spider-Man then?

Spider-Wizard Hero?

The Magical Wizard Spider-Man?

Hmm... what should I name her? It's so hard to choose!

Peter envisioned himself wearing a spider suit, a mage's cloak like Strange's, wielding spider silk in one hand and drawing circles with the other.

Wow! That's so cool!

The next moment, the bridge and river beneath their feet seemed to be sliced ​​in two by a knife, the flat river turned into a waterfall, and towering waves swept towards them.

Strange and Mordo quickly used magic to block the attack.

Peter was in charge of leading them on a wild run.

I have to say, it really does feel like a mobile artillery platform.

Could this be considered a bug related to casting while moving?

After discovering this, the three of them worked together even more seamlessly.

Mordo was focused on opening portals for them, jumping from one location to another, constantly changing positions.

Peter's main task was to dodge and escape the attacks. Guided by his spider-sense and agile movements, he was able to escape no matter how the surrounding scenery changed.

As for Strange, he was experimenting with his abilities one by one, trying to find a way to deal with his enemies.

After a long chase, at one point, when Peter and his two companions emerged from a portal again, the mirrored world around them became even more bizarre.

Starting from below, everything was instantly replicated multiple times, as if entering a passage composed of many mirrors.

"Multiple mirror images! Cassilius's control over the mirror dimension is becoming increasingly adept!" Mordo's expression was grave. "Strange, have you found a way to deal with this?"

Strange shook his head, his voice full of bitterness: "No. The power that the Dark Dimension has given him is beyond our imagination. I've tried every means I know, but none of them can counter him."

"Damn it, does that mean we have absolutely no chance of winning?" Mordo clenched his fist and said angrily.

“It’s not impossible,” Strange said. “Perhaps we can stall for time. If we can wait for the Ancient One to arrive, then victory will be ours.”

"Who is the Ancient One?" Peter interjected.

Strange explained, "She is our master and the most powerful sorcerer on Earth right now, protecting the planet from mystical forces for countless years."

“That sounds really impressive, but when is she coming?” Peter looked around at the scene, his brows furrowing like an old man’s.

While they were talking, the surrounding scenery had completely transformed into a bizarre and surreal mirror world, with many identical things spinning around them and buildings or objects constantly crashing towards them.

They shattered like mirrors, then returned to their original state on the other side, striking them again as if endlessly and without ceasing.

“I don’t know,” Strange shook his head. “It depends on when she finds out what’s going on here.”

Mordo drew another portal circle, only to find that it appeared for a moment and then disappeared immediately.

He tried several times with the same result, and could only say helplessly, "It seems that Cassilius has completely taken control of this mirror dimension with the power of the dark dimension. We have nowhere to escape."

“Put us down, there’s only one battle left,” Strange said to Peter.

Peter put them down, his eyes fixed on the surroundings thoughtfully: "Don't you think this thing looks like something?"

“Like what?” Strange asked.

“Hmm,” Peter frowned and thought for a moment, then casually shot out strands of spider silk in all directions.

"What are you doing?" Strange asked, puzzled.

“I’m solving a math problem,” Peter replied.

Strange, Mordo: ?

What the hell?

Aren't we fighting?

Why are you suddenly solving math problems?

Swish swish!

Several portals opened, and a number of strangely dressed individuals emerged from them.

The man in the center was wearing a yellow short robe, and his eyes were so dark that he looked like a game addict who stayed up all night playing games. This guy was Cassilius.

Behind him followed a group of people dressed in red robes. Peter knew from Strange and the others' introduction that these guys were the fanatics who followed Cassilius.

Some of them carried sickles and daggers, while others held short swords, exuding a murderous aura.

At Caesarius's command, he led the fanatics to charge at them.

Strange and Mordo had no choice but to step forward and fight.

Cassilius’s primary target is clearly Strange, since he is the current guardian of the New York Sanctum Sanctorum.

Mordo was quickly separated by several fanatics.

The combined power of a seasoned mage and the Dark Dimension made Kasirius's magic unprecedentedly powerful, and the spells he unleashed were almost overwhelming Strange.

After only a few moves, he was at a disadvantage.

Meanwhile, Mordo, surrounded by zealots empowered by the Dark Dimension's forces, was in dire straits and could only keep running away, unable to escape, let alone come to Strange's rescue!

Just as Strange was knocked to the ground, and Kasirius was about to finish him off...