117. Doctor Strange and the Punisher.

Crack—!

A sharp axe imbued with terrifying magic slashed down, instantly cleaving a deformed monster in two.

"I told you, Frank, battling unknown beings from other dimensions is my specialty. And in my field, you have a lot to learn!" Doctor Strange propped himself up with the axe, panting heavily. Long periods of intense fighting had pushed his ordinary human body to its limits.

"If you still have the strength to spout nonsense, it seems you can hold on a bit longer."

On the other side, the Punisher, Frank, leaned against a car for cover. He had just emptied his magazine and quickly replaced it from his combat pack, realizing he was running low on ammo. Honestly, teaming up with Doctor Strange hadn't been as effective as Frank had anticipated. Strange's magic wasn't as powerful as it used to be, that much was clear. However, if there was any hope left in Strange, it was that he hadn't forgotten how to wield his axe.

"I only have one magazine left, Doc. If you don't come up with something soon, we might be trapped in this damned place forever!"

Frank didn't even know where they were, but according to the knowledgeable Doctor Strange, they were in the interlayer between the reality dimension and the mirror dimension. Strictly speaking, this place couldn't even be called a 'dimension.'

It was clear that a more powerful being had set a trap for the Sanctum Sanctorum. Once Doctor Strange broke free from the cognitive pollution and fixed mindset, the trap was triggered, pulling the entire Sanctum into the backside of reality, erasing their existence in the real world.

Fortunately, while Strange's magic had weakened, his contingency plans remained. He had set up soul projections in several places, including Kamar-Taj. Even if he was erased from reality, these projections would preserve traces of his existence.

These projections weren't strong, but they could ensure people in the real world wouldn't 'forget' him. This was their only hope for rescue.

In this eerie world identical to reality, Strange and the Punisher were attacked by deformed monsters the moment they stepped outside. These creatures resembled humans but couldn't be called human.

The first thing they saw was a creature that looked like an elephant. Horrifyingly, it was composed of countless human upper bodies. It mimicked elephant sounds, seemingly trying to disguise itself as a real elephant. But anyone who saw this grotesque creature knew it had no resemblance to an elephant.

Additionally, they saw a 'frog-man' with a child's upper body and an adult's lower body. It was unimaginable, yet there it was. The child's eyes were blood-red, dripping as if about to bleed, and two arms grew from its head, drooping like rabbit ears.

The Punisher, who thought he had a tough enough heart, found himself struggling to suppress his discomfort and fight these things. However, when he saw a giant human head with countless arms as its 'mane,' he felt his sanity reach its limit.

"Sorry for dragging you into this. This place was designed to target me," Doctor Strange sighed. "And yes, your guns are useless here, Frank."

Strange then took a wand from his belt and tossed it to Frank, explaining, "Someone once said, 'fight magic with magic.' This will help."

Taking the wand, Frank emptied his last magazine, taking down a seemingly normal humanoid creature with seven or eight eyes. He knew he had to trust Doctor Strange. As one of Earth's most powerful wizards, Strange's tools were legendary artifacts, even if the wand looked like a simple stick.

"Don't worry, it's not one of those 'the wand chooses the wizard' types. Just aim and imagine the attack. Shouting it out works too; it'll understand your intent."

Doctor Strange explained seriously, then took out a pocket watch and continued, "Buy me some time. This won't take long."

"Alright, hurry up," Frank replied, gripping the wand and taking a deep breath.

Frank then charged out from behind the car. Nearby, one grotesque creature after another approached, their twisted bodies emitting incomprehensible howls.

"Let's see what you've got," Frank muttered, glancing at Strange, who was already chanting spells. Frank steeled his resolve. He leapt onto the car roof, drawing the attention of almost all nearby deformed creatures. Steadying himself, he raised the wand towards a creature attempting to disguise two legs as goat horns.

"Blazing Fire!"

Nothing happened.

Five seconds passed, Frank and the deformed creature stared at each other.

"Knew it," Frank muttered, his mouth twitching. He then plunged the wand into the creature's eye. Despite being wooden, the wand pierced the creature's brain effortlessly.

"That wand is rare, you know," Doctor Strange remarked, watching Frank's use of it.

"Less talking, more spellcasting!"

Frank treated the wand like a combat knife, moving to the next creature after dispatching the 'goat-man.'

"By the Vishanti," Doctor Strange murmured, then rushed from cover, aiming the pocket watch at Frank and shouting, "Frank, look at me!"

Hearing Strange, Frank turned. The next moment, the pocket watch burst into a brilliant light!

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