Chapter 156: Gatherings and Cults

The sizzling golden halo closed behind him, and Bai Ye was already in a simple and mysterious room. The layout and atmosphere here were full of ancient atmosphere. The glass top windows with several curved patterns cast a warm glow. Sunlight.

However, this mysterious atmosphere was mixed with a strong smell of blood, which made him frown.

There have been many battles in the Sanctum Sanctorum in the MCU movie universe, but there shouldn't be any battles that resulted in casualties at this point in time.

Captain America is still frozen in the ice, Banner and Hulk are probably hiding from his father-in-law somewhere in the world, and the plot of "Avengers 1" has not yet begun.

The Ancient One was still alive at this time. Although she had no interest in participating in events such as the Battle of New York, she would never sit back and watch her mages die in the Holy of Holies.

At least they won't die before "Doctor Strange 1".

"Very good." Bai Ye let go of the wrinkled magic floating cloak that he pinched. After the latter flew up again, he smoothed out the wrinkles with the corners of his clothes with some distress.

"And why is that thing floating in the sky?" Halfway through, Strange pointed at the magic floating cloak following Bai Ye, then slapped his thigh and said suddenly: "Ah, magic."

Seeing the cloth trying to convey his thoughts, Bai Ye sighed helplessly. He had never learned cloak language or flag language, so how could he understand these movements.

Although the cloak had no words, it immediately made a series of movements in the air, as if in response to Bai Ye's question. It unfolded, rotated, and swayed, as if it was conveying information through its own gestures.

The man reluctantly opened his eyes, and his weak voice came: "Who are you?"

The horse-faced man who was on the verge of death just now touched his chest in disbelief and muttered to himself: "Is this magic?"

As soon as he entered the corridor, he felt something strange under his feet. When he looked down, he saw a slightly fat corpse lying at his feet.

"Can you still talk?" Bai Ye asked with a frown as he quickly groped around on his body.

The corpse also had some bite marks and scratches caused by some kind of wild beast. It looked messy, completely turning elegant killing into brutality.

Judging from the gestures, this man was trying to release a Seraph Shield to protect himself before dying.

Well, it seems there is no need to find where the king is.

The man had a long horse face with pain written all over it.

This guy who looks very similar to a certain human gourmet has no dark circles under his eyes, which further proves that the timeline of the universe he is in is before Strange One, and Ancient One is alive.

When he saw the face of the corpse, he couldn't help but exclaimed, it turned out to be Casillas!

Touching the teleportation ring, he took steps toward the corridor pointed out by the cloak.

He walked over and bent down, carefully observing the body on the ground.

Judging from the two wounds on the corpse, it seems that there is more than one enemy invading the Holy of Holies, so one should be careful.

"Where's the Magic Floating Cloak, Ancient One or Strange? If it doesn't work, then the king can. Where are they?" Bai Ye asked, touching his chin.

The pendant on his chest suddenly vibrated slightly, seeming to have some kind of reaction with the room, urging him forward.

"Tell me who attacked you and why are you here?"

"That means they are still here. How many are there?"

"Buzz"

However, when his eyes moved slightly from his neck down to his body, Bai Ye's expression became a little confused.

But why are you just watching, Ancient One, are you

"Snapped!"

The cape immediately lit up its collar like a pile driver.

"Strange, right?" Bai Ye glanced at this guy's naturally curly hair, and then said: "Don't ask me how I know your name, and don't ask me why I'm here."

Bai Ye squinted his eyes and stared at the cloak sharply, "Are those guys who killed Casillas still in the Holy of Holies?"

The wound on the neck of the corpse was extremely smooth, with no trace of convexity or depression. It seemed that it had been cut off instantly by some extremely sharp weapon. Only a thin layer of skin was left connecting the head and body, and it fell backwards.

"The person who is about to save your life."

After a few seconds, the wound had completely healed, leaving only a faint scar.

After walking a little further and coming to a hall, Bai Ye's eyes were immediately attracted by a bloody scene.

After just waiting for two seconds, Bai Ye made no move. It anxiously wrapped its arms around the man in front of it, intending to take him there directly in this way.

But the latter snapped his hand back, with such force that the cloak was a little surprised, and it slowly floated back half a meter. It did not expect that the person in front of it had such power.

"Nod YSE, shake your head NO, no matter who you want me to save, you have to listen to me, do you understand?"

He grabbed the still fluttering cloak and said sternly. When the cloth product that was trying to break free heard this, it immediately calmed down and nodded using its collar as a head.

He quickly inserted it into the waist of the horse-faced man and pressed the syringe. The blood flow slowed down, the skin gradually closed, and time seemed to start to go backwards in this man's body.

Hearing this, the cloak gently rolled up the corners of his clothes and pointed towards the deep corridor.

He suddenly raised the knife and turned around, only to see a red cloak fluttering in front of him, and the raised collar was shaking up and down, and he didn't look very happy.

Bai Ye finally touched a tube of light yellow medicine from his waist, which was the regeneration hormone left in Baron Zemo's base.

At Baiye, he immediately approached and squatted down to check the man's condition. His breathing was weak, the chest injury was very serious, and the blood was flowing. If he did not receive timely treatment, his life might not be saved.

Just when Bai Ye was deep in thought, there was a clear slap sound, and something slapped his back angrily.

"Okay." Bai Ye looked at the cloak that was gradually becoming an afterimage, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Such wounds are definitely not something ordinary people can inflict, and there is even a strange sense of beauty in them.

After thinking about it, Bai Ye smiled apologetically at the corpse, then directly picked up the other end and brought it to him, looking at it carefully.

A man in a white coat was lying on the ground, with bright red blood flowing from his chest, forming a pool of blood.

Then, it seemed to remember something, and it floated to Bai Ye's face and nodded vigorously.

"Hey."

After touching the warm pendant, Bai Ye looked around and noticed that there seemed to be a body lying on the ground in the center of the room.

A trace of surprise flashed across Stephen Strange's face. He obviously did not expect that the person in front of him would know his name, but he quickly adjusted his mood, touched his long face and said in a deep voice:

"An hour ago, a group of weirdly dressed guys kidnapped me from my office. What did they call themselves? Wizards. They wanted to protect me, who is gifted with magic. But I thought that was quite nonsense."

Magic is so amazing, can I take off like this in the future? Thinking silently in his mind, he continued: "As for the people who attacked me, they claimed to be under the leadership of a certain group."

"The Dark Order."