Chapter 200 Wanda’s White Moonlight

Lucas’s voice echoed in the Ancient One’s mind, "Instead of asking about me, why don’t you talk about yourself first!"

"I can see a lot of stories from your bald head, such as the destined death of the Sorcerer Supreme."

"The dimensional deity Dormammu has made you deeply worried several times, right? I can help you drive away Dormammu, and the price is very simple!"

"Turn to serve me instead, and I will grant you even greater power without any side effects!"

Marvel’s magic rules were extremely harsh. Using any magic was akin to taking out a loan; a price always had to be paid. White magic was considered the mildest category, but even so, you might end up paying the ongoing price of an appendix, a duodenum, or a stomach ulcer.

The Ancient One gently shook her head.

She dared not accept the olive branch extended by the big shot at all.

She had long ago given her soul to the Vishanti and was destined to belong to the Vishanti’s camp after death; it was simply impossible for her to switch allegiance midway.

The Vishanti was the source of all white magic.

The trinitarian Vishanti could reach a multi-versal combat power at its peak.

In terms of strength, Lucas considered himself no inferior to them.

He himself was at the multi-versal level, and he also controlled the anti-life equation and the Calcified Speed Force.

As long as it wasn’t the comic book version, he guaranteed he could rip one apart for the Ancient One to see.

Immediately afterward, Lucas’s super Vision swept past the Ancient One and landed beside her.

There was someone else there.

He snapped his fingers, forcibly crushing the Ancient One’s mirror dimension and stripping away the disguise.

A figure emerged. She wore an old reddish-brown trench coat, with dark red long hair draped over her shoulders. Her face was soft, her eyes were deep, giving off the surreal vibe of an exotic Witch.

Elizabeth Olsen’s version of Wanda Maximoff!

At this time, the Scarlet Witch was still a bit raw, looking somewhat uneasy and faintly excited. She stared intently at Lucas, a gleam of anticipation flashing in her eyes as if yearning for the other person to recognize her.

Lucas looked her up and down twice.

With such a big deal, he definitely recognized her at a glance!

Wanda wasn’t very strong right now; her Chaos Magic had not yet deeply awakened, at most being slightly stronger than her original level during the Ultron era, falling far short of the point where she could tear Thanos apart with her bare hands.

It seemed the Ancient One had suppressed her emotions and potential.

Chaos Magic was a powerful force. At her peak, Wanda could even rewrite the reality of the multiverse with a single sentence.

This level already exceeded the scope of the Ancient One.

The Ancient One didn’t even dare to guide her too much, only advising her to be good. If any other ideas were instilled, goodness knows what kind of trouble Wanda could stir up.

In fact.

Wanda had always been a very emotional woman.

Her tragic experiences also made it difficult for her to remain rational. In her early years, her parents were engulfed by the flames of war, and she depended on Pietro for mutual support. Later, Pietro was forcibly written off.

A Speedster got shot to death by bullets.

Wanda lost her closest brother. After finally meeting Vision later on, Vision was dismantled by Thanos, and afterwards even taken away by S.W.O.R.D. to be scrapped.

Wanda found a place to curl up alone, rewriting reality and immersing herself in an illusory life.

Then Agatha came along and messed things up, making Wanda’s illusion-conjured twin children vanish.

If it were Hong Mao instead, he would have used the Dancing Fire Lotus to perish together with heaven and earth long ago.

Wanda still endured it.

Until she completely broke down later on, found a copy of the Darkhold to go find her family in another World, and was then beaten to death by a group.

"I remember you." Lucas looked at her and smiled, "That little girl back then... has grown up! It seems you’ve walked onto the right path and haven’t been swayed by power; not bad! So what about you, are you coming with me or staying at the Sanctum?"

Wanda turned her head to glance at the Ancient One.

The Ancient One sighed and put away the eye of agamotto, "I have no right to interfere with your future. Everyone has their own mission, but Wanda, I must still remind you: following this man will only make your future even more chaotic and unclear."

Wanda did not hesitate at all.

When she and Pietro were still orphans, it was the man in front of them who saved them and gave them the power to survive.

She had practiced bitterly in Kamar-Taj for more than ten years, constantly searching the whole World with magic, yet she had never found Lucas’s trace.

Until today arrived and the Ancient One had the Sanctum prepare for battle, she finally saw her savior again.

Lucas snapped his fingers again.

Hum!

Wanda’s figure disappeared from the Sanctum, arriving directly by Lucas’s side.

"Um... and Pietro." Wanda hadn’t forgotten her own brother.

This wave of fortune had to be caught securely.

"Oh, I almost forgot that Speedster!"

Lucas grabbed with his five fingers again, folding space.

Thousands of kilometers away, Pietro, who was running wildly on a certain street in New York, hit the brakes hard the next second, almost crashing into Lucas.

"Wanda? And..."

Pietro first froze, then looking at the two standing together, scratched his head: "Wanda, you finally found him? Congratulations on finding true love, so what should we do now?"

"Quit the Sanctum? Find a small town to live a life of three?"

Pietro knew very well that when that man appeared in Wanda’s life, Wanda would find it difficult to let go for the rest of her life.

When you were plunged in darkness, with missiles produced by Stark Industries in front of you that could explode at any moment, and you spent several days in such an atmosphere, until a man descended from the sky.

Rescuing you from dire straits, he even provided power free of charge, without even asking for anything in return.

Most importantly... he was handsome!

Where else could you find such a white moonlight?

Not to mention, after more than ten years, Lucas hadn’t aged a single bit, still looking just like he did back then.

Wanda’s pretty face flushed red, and she raised her hand to unleash a burst of magic, forcibly sealing Pietro’s mouth.

"Shut up, Pietro!"

She glanced at Lucas and whispered, "Don’t mind this idiot, what are we going to do next?"

Pietro’s mouth twitched.

Having a new love and forgetting her brother, this younger sister should have been sent off to max out online loans ages ago.

Lucas didn’t intend to be a bad guy, though.

In an era where superheroes prevailed, being a big villain had no benefits; Marvel and DC were still different.

In DC, you could be an anti-hero.

You wouldn’t be morally hijacked, and you could punish evil according to your own rules.

Marvel didn’t have so many scruples.

Even Captain America, the paragon of morality, had quite a few lives under his belt. If someone committed a crime and refused to admit their wrongs, he wouldn’t feel the slightest psychological burden about killing them.

Therefore, Lucas could shout "Hail HYDRA" on one side while being a superhero on the other.

"Do what a hero should do!"

Lucas’s force field enveloped the two of them, and he soared into the air, instantly arriving above the wormhole.

When Pietro found that he was walking on flat ground in mid-air, he immediately bounced around happily and asked curiously, "Is this your ability? I’ve never seen a Mutant ability like this; it’s even weirder than my sister’s!"

Lucas’s mouth twitched.

Pietro’s ability was forged by Mutant genes; after taking Compound V, it at best strengthened his genetic abilities.

But Wanda was not the same.

Wanda was the chosen carrier of Chaos Magic, born with heavenly patterns.

If she weren’t too kind and always being bullied, she would sooner or later become an existence at the pinnacle of the Universe.

Thanos?

Once Wanda grew up, she could literally turn the purple sweet potato into a real purple sweet potato and plant him in the ground with a single sentence.

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