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"There is such a method!" Jarrett was shocked after seeing the many projection images. Although magicians do not reject technology, they are undoubtedly less sensitive to the development of technology.

The Hermitage mages see technology as a substitute for magic. If technology can do something, magic can do it too. If technology cannot do something, magic is better. Most mages who have achieved some success see technology as a flashy trick that is created by mortals to make up for their own shortcomings. How can it be compared with the magical magic?

Cars and airplanes are nothing to worry about, I have a big portal; TV recordings, can they compare to the magic light screen? From lighters to energy weapons, they are all leftovers from magic.

Although magicians have secular training, their ultimate goal is to transcend the secular world and devote themselves to the exploration of magic. Twenty years ago, Jarrett returned from his training and had lost interest in the secular world, because technology at that time was not as exciting as magic.

In the past twenty years, technology has indeed penetrated the magic world, such as the installation of IFI in Kamar-Taj, which was insisted by the Ancient One. Even so, Jarrett only passively accepted it. At this moment, Jarrett's principle of magic supremacy was cracked by the scene before his eyes. Even the New York Temple could hardly monitor New York comprehensively, but ordinary people could easily achieve it with the help of technology.

Seeing Jarrett's shock, Lu Yifang said with a smile: "The wonders of the world are far beyond your imagination, but you have never explored it deeply."

"Maybe." Jarrett hesitated for a moment and responded.

In this regard alone, secular technology does have its merits.

"Found it!" At this time, Katie quickly enlarged a frame of the picture, and saw several men in black robes summoning weapons out of thin air and forcing a man into a desperate situation.

"Very good, Temple, quickly activate the large mirror space. This time we must not let these guys escape." Jarrett shouted excitedly into the communicator.

At this point, Johnny has transformed into Ghost Rider, leaping off the windowsill and enchanting the car into a chariot.

"Hurry up, the car is about to start!" Ghost Rider looked up and honked the horn, signaling to everyone.

In the corners of Wolf Street, Harry fled in panic like a frightened bird, looking back frequently, hoping to get rid of that terrible existence.

However, it was no use. The three black-robed men behind him were like maggots attached to his bones. He could not get rid of them, but they kept getting closer. Harry was very upset. When he was learning in Kamar-Taj, he should have focused on learning how to open the portal. If he could be twice as fast, maybe he would not have fallen into this predicament during this experience.

He had actually encountered the Demon Hunter, a mysterious existence that was now hotly discussed in the magic world. Apart from the portal, he had no idea how to escape from these terrifying creatures.

However, he did not know that even if the portal skills were superb, it would be useless. Because of the predecessors of the New York Temple, it is now very difficult to open a portal in New York.

"Oh no, there is no way to go." Seeing that the alley ahead was blocked, Harry's face changed drastically.

At this time, the three black-robed men had surrounded Harry, leaving him no chance to escape. When Harry was desperate, a huge wave of magic suddenly appeared.

Under this power, the noise on the street disappeared instantly and the world seemed to fall into silence.

"It's the mirror space!" Feeling the changes around him, Harry rekindled hope in despair. The powerful magical fluctuations of the mirror space are difficult to conceal. Only the New York Temple dares to cast magic in New York.

Harry knew it, and so did the man in black robes. The three of them looked at each other, obviously panicked by the appearance of the mirror space.

Seeing the panic of the black-robed man, Harry immediately squatted down, quietly cast a spell on his shoes, rushed up the wall, and ran fast without paying attention to gravity. He knew very well that only by climbing a tall building and being in a conspicuous place could he hope to be rescued.

The black-robed man saw Harry trying to escape, hesitated for a moment, and then chased after him, obviously unwilling to let Harry go. Based on past experience, even if the temple guardians found him, it would take some time to arrive, which was enough time to deal with the magic novice in front of them.

"Help, I'm here, help!" Harry rushed to the roof, but was kicked down by a man in black robe.

"Your soul belongs to me." The man in black robe sneered and took out a curved black dagger from his arms.

"Boom~!" At this time, the roar of the engine came from far away.

"Is there a car?" the man holding the dagger asked doubtfully. Because of the magic he practiced, his hearing was sharper than others.

"You must have heard it wrong. This building has at least 20 floors. Where does the car sound come from?" Another black-robed man said impatiently. If they delay any longer, they will be surrounded by the temple guards and it will be over...

Pangborn was singing a little tune and repairing tools in his own blacksmith shop. He was in a very good mood. Since the car accident that left him paralyzed, Pangborn learned magic in Kamar-Taj and regained the ability to walk. He was happy every day. He cherished the ordinary time of every day and was a person who was easily satisfied. Therefore, he rejected the invitation of the former Supreme Mage and did not accept the position of the guardian of the temple. Instead, he returned to the mortal world and opened an ordinary shop.

His life was peaceful and prosperous. The only thing that caused a ripple was that the doctor who had asked him for help and had poor medical skills successfully entered Kamar-Taj and became the disciple of the Ancient One. Recently, friends in the magic world sent news that he had succeeded the Ancient One and became the new Supreme Sorcerer. The biggest impact of this incident on Pangborn was that he had more things to talk about when he drank with friends in the magic world in the future.

Just as Pangborn was immersed in his own world, he suddenly heard footsteps outside the door.

"What can I do for you?" Pangborn asked without turning around.

"Rumor has it that you were once carried into Kamar-Taj, but things are no longer the same as they were back then."

The words of the man behind him made Pangborn turn his head instinctively. What came into his sight was a man in a black robe. This man's face was very familiar to Pangborn.

"Mordo!" The person who came was none other than the first disciple of Ancient One and Pangborn's nominal senior brother - Carl Amadeus Mordo.

"I heard that you disappeared after the battle with Dormammu. What do you want to discuss with me today?"

"I have been traveling all this time." Mordo did not respond to Pangborn, but continued to recount his experiences.

"During my travels, I have been exploring a problem that has been bothering me for a long time. It was not until I met an old man that I finally got the answer. Pangborn, do you know what the mystery is that has been bothering me?" Mordo looked at Pangborn with a smile.

"What is it?" Pangborn frowned slightly. He had noticed that the Mordo in front of him was different from the image in his memory.

"What I want to ask is, what is the meaning of the existence of mages?" Mordo seemed to be lost in the past as he spoke.

"The Ancient One once said that the essence of a mage is to 'see nature, comprehend the laws, and then draw strength from the multiverse to repair the broken rules.' However, the old gentleman warned that the true meaning of a mage is to distort everything, steal magic, and violate the laws.

The mage is the biggest lawbreaker, and you are a thief who steals the power of nature."

"I didn't steal the magic power, it's mine." Pangborn said, tightening the wrench in his hand. He could tell that Mordo had bad intentions.

"That's the way thieves always argue." Mordo moved, and before Pangborn could swing the wrench, he pointed his clawed hand at his belly.

"Ouch!" Pangborn cried out in pain. A beam of golden energy was forcibly taken away by Mordo.

"Look, this is the power you stole from the world." After Mordo finished speaking, he sucked hard, and all the magic power returned to Mordo's body.

"What right do you have to take away my magic power?" Pangborn shouted angrily. At this moment, all his magic power was gone. He fell to the ground and fell into the pain of high-level paraplegia again.

"Because I finally saw through the root cause of the distortion of the world, there are too many wizards." Mordo looked down at Pangborn, his tone cold, "So the world needs a protector, a demon hunter, to restore order."

After that, Mordo mentioned Pangborn. He knew that Pangborn's loss of magic power was only temporary, and he would be able to recover in a short time, which was not something Mordo could tolerate. "Then accept the judgment, the worm that eats away at the world. I hope that your soul tainted with magic power can reduce your sins after I use it."

"Boom!" When Mordo was about to take action, the wall suddenly collapsed, and a black skeleton chariot burning with flames rushed in.

Before Mordo could react, the flaming skeleton on the car spewed out flaming chains and blew Mordo away.