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M: TSIA Chapter 82: You Are Too Impulsive
🕑 Added 2025-02-06 11:54:07 +0000 UTC“Ahhh!!” Tina screamed in pain, her body was thrown forward with an unstoppable speed, before finally crashing to the ground with a tremendous force. With an incredible push, Tina slid back dozens of meters along the surface of the black water pool, creating a massive wave that crashed into everything around her.
Amidst the panic, a voice echoed from Mordo, who was hovering in the air, his body lifted high, the Staff of the Living Tribunal shining brightly above his head.
"In the ancient body of Hoggoth, in the ancient name of Oshtur, Agamotto hears us!" Mordo pronounced the incantation loudly, his eyes burning with anger and determination.
"Vishanti - Flames of the Faltine!"
An unimaginable explosion of energy erupted with a deafening roar, shaking the ground beneath them. The raging fire instantly formed small fireballs that spread wide across the sky, covering almost the entire expanse with bright flashes. The heat was searing, as if dozens of suns were shining down upon them. This boiling wave of heat swept away everything around them. Long Island, known for its cool climate, had now transformed into a sea of blazing magma.
Behind the burning fireballs, three large faces appeared faintly—a woman, a man, and a tiger. They were the faces of the Vishanti Trinity, reflected in a terrifying magical projection.
Of course, these three multiversal deities did not appear physically. What existed was merely their magical projection, creating a frightening shadow that could instantly change the atmosphere. Few could invoke the blessings of the Vishanti shadows, and Mordo, despite having studied magic for years, could only reach this level after years of sacrifice.
This magic was so powerful that it could destroy a small city in an instant. It was forbidden-level magic, not to be used lightly.
Lance, witnessing the profound change in Mordo's magic, immediately sensed a tremendous threat. Lance's expression quickly turned more serious.
"Mordo, are you insane?!" Lance shouted in an angry and worried tone. Although Lance knew that Mordo was a stubborn man, he did not expect the man to go this far, using such destructive multiversal magic. Lance knew very well that even his Northern Secret Technique would not be able to withstand this attack.
This magic surpassed anything Lance had ever faced. In that moment, Lance felt as if time and space had stopped, the world around him filled with terrifying fire, threatening to turn everything to ash.
Seeing the situation, Mordo was truly furious! The usually calm expression on Mordo's face had drastically changed, revealing a rarely seen expression.
Mordo's nature was completely different, as was the aura of anger that felt overwhelming.
"Is this man... cheating with Tina? No way, it seems Tina's children are already grown. This... feels impossible."
Mordo, still focused, was unaware that Lance's thoughts had shifted. Lance's hands moved quickly, like a tireless machine. With honed skills, Lance created dozens of Black Ice Talismans in an instant, almost as if he were copying and pasting.
"With the mist of Falator, the cold touch of Exaron, and the power of the twelfth moon of Monopur, let the creation of ice be drenched in a torrent of ice and snow!" Lance recited the incantation with full concentration.
Falator, one of the eight demons controlling water vapor, appeared in his vision as a giant serpent covered in shimmering scales, its body spinning at high speed.
Exaron, the demon symbolizing obstacles, looked like a terrifying ice giant, its body glistening with eternal snow.
Monopur, a world with feelings and consciousness, spun around them, transforming into a human, possessing limitless magical knowledge like a god. Its surface appeared shrouded in thick mist, surrounded by twelve glowing moons.
With the invocation of the three ice demons, Lance added their power to the dozens of Black Ice Talismans he was creating. Eastern magic and Western incantations merged, solidified into an unparalleled ice talisman.
From behind Lance, a giant demon emerged, appearing as a combination of ice and snow, its body spinning and gliding with incredible speed.
The devil let out a terrifying roar, as if wanting to shake the rolling sea of fire in the sky.
The collision between ice and fire was imminent, a threat that was almost certain to happen. However, before that could occur, a deep and heavy rumble was heard in everyone's ears, echoing in the air.
"Stop!" a firm commanding voice rang out, shaking the atmosphere.
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Of course, the only person who could forcibly stop Lance and Mordo was the Sorcerer Supreme—the Ancient One.
The figure stepped out of the void, the presence of the Sorcerer Supreme immediately filling the air with an undeniable aura. Master Ancient One still wore the same simple light yellow robe, but now, the radiance of energy felt more pronounced, making the Sorcerer Supreme appear as a figure that transcended ordinary humanity.
The Sorcerer Supreme raised a hand, mystical light emanating from the Ancient One's fingers, shimmering in a golden pattern. The light quickly formed a massive hexagram, from which waves of colorful energy shot into the sky and the ground, targeting the two extraordinary entities that had just nearly collided.
"In my name, I command you—"
The voice of the Ancient One echoed, each word carrying a power that resonated throughout the dimensions.
"Forbidden to enter this territory!!"
Crash!
The Trinity Gods Vishanti hovering in the sky and the Demon Gods of Ice and Snow standing firm on the ground seemed to mutter unhappily in a language incomprehensible to ordinary humans. However, the command of the Ancient One was undeniable. In an instant, both projections of the god-level beings transformed into particles of light shining like stars, then vanished from everyone's sight.
The Sorcerer Supreme had spoken—and even the highest entities bowed to his command.
"Sorcerer Supreme!"
"Sorcerer Supreme!"
"Sorcerer Supreme!"
Lance, Mordo, and Tina quickly retracted their magical powers, bowing respectfully to their master. This scene left the onlookers astonished—if these three great sorcerers submitted without resistance, just how powerful was the Sorcerer Supreme?!
Master Ancient One looked at them with a calm expression, yet the Ancient One's eyes radiated an undeniable firmness.
"You are too impulsive."
The tone of the Sorcerer Supreme was gentle, but it contained a sharp reprimand. The Ancient One did not care if his existence was revealed to ordinary humans.
