449 Chapter 446: Hello 911, what's your emergency?
"Lead the way... to Dormammu?"
Hearing Fang Mo's reminder, Kaecilius also exchanged glances with his subordinates.
These two words "lead the way" seem simple enough. Kaecilius had indeed been leading the way to Dormammu before, which meant betraying humanity and serving under the command of the dimensional demon god.
But the problem is...
Humans are as insignificant as ants in front of the dimensional demon god.
Kaecilius is aware of this, which is why he deliberately pledged allegiance to Dormammu and indeed received the power of the Dark Dimension, becoming virtually unstoppable on Earth, with no one but the Ancient One posing a threat to him.
But the situation is different now.
The Old Lord before him is like an abyss towering above the stars, with strength so immense it's almost absurd. Naturally, Kaecilius cannot defy him.
If the other's goal is to invade Earth, then Kaecilius would be very happy, after all, no one on Earth could stop the other, and he could also make a fortune with the other. But the problem is that the other's target is Dormammu... another powerful dimensional demon god, whose Dark Dimension has devoured countless innocent worlds.
To lead the way to Dormammu.
Once discovered, his fate would be extremely tragic.
"What, you dare not?"
As if seeing through Kaecilius's worries, Fang Mo also asked.
"I..."
Kaecilius hesitated for a moment. He dared not go, but at the same time, he dared not refuse. So, he thought about it and changed his phrasing: "My lord, we are certainly willing to offer everything to you, but we are so insignificant, how can we help you achieve your grand plan?"
"Oh, that's simple."
Fang Mo pointed at the Ancient One and said, "Didn't Dormammu ask you to destroy the temple? Just play along with this one during this time. She's responsible for protecting the temple, and you come over to cause destruction every now and then. You understand acting, right?"
"Oh, I see."
Kaecilius quickly nodded. Acting wouldn't kill anyone, so of course, he was willing to do it.
"Then after a while, find an opportunity to kill her with one strike." Fang Mo pointed again at the Ancient One beside him: "You must have been displeased with her for a long time, right? Here's your chance, kill her for me."
"Ah?"
Hearing this, Kaecilius was confused again.
"Kill her with one strike?" He looked at Fang Mo confusedly, then at the Ancient One not far away, suddenly unable to react: "My lord, would she be willing?"
"Of course, she would be willing."
Upon hearing this, Fang Mo immediately burst into laughter: "Let me be frank with you, this guy is practically wishing his seventh day memorial was happening a week from now…"
"What?"
Kaecelius was even more confused after hearing this and directly turned to Ancient One, asking, "Do you really wish to die?"
"Not... What are you up to now?"
Finally, Ancient One couldn't help but laugh, though she didn't bother with Kaecelius and instead turned to Fang Mo, asking, "Dormammu is the trial I left for Strange. Are you planning to make a move on him?"
"Who is Strange?"
Kaecelius, hearing this unfamiliar name, asked again.
"Probably the next Sorcerer Supreme," Fang Mo explained, "This old guy is about to die, so he chose a successor. But currently, should... right, what is Strange doing now? Is he still a doctor?"
"Yes, he's still working as a surgeon."
Ancient One nodded.
"What? So slow! Then when will you ever get to see your own seventh day memorial?" Fang Mo responded with a wave of his hand, "No, I can't take it. I'm going to break his hands today."
"Can you not mess around?"
Hearing Fang Mo's words, Ancient One was clearly more troubled, "You're going to disrupt the original order of this timeline."
"The order of this timeline has been messed up a long time ago."
Fang Mo shrugged nonchalantly, and he wasn't wrong, because in the original story, Kaecelius obtained dark power when Doctor Strange's hands were already broken, and he was seeking Ancient One's help in Kamar-Taj.
But now, Kaecelius had already obtained the Mark of Darkness.
Yet, Strange... he was still performing surgeries in a New York hospital.
Clearly, with Fang Mo fluttering around like a moth, the entire Marvel Cinematic Universe, whether it be the plot or the timeline, was thrown into complete chaos. For instance, the villain in the original "Avengers 2" inexplicably changed from Ultron to the Black Order.
Or the Loki who invaded New York in "Avengers 1" was bizarrely replaced by Nebula and Gamora.
Of course, this also meant that Gamora was kept on Earth, preventing her from joining the Guardians of the Galaxy, leaving Star-Lord perpetually single and on the verge of exploding.
To be honest, Fang Mo found this strange as well.
Considering the Marvel Cinematic Universe supposedly has a "Sacred Timeline" monitored by the Time Variance Authority, which oversees the general plotline of each universe, why hasn't it appeared until now?
Could it be that it has already been overturned by a future version of themselves?
"Unless there's an unexpected turn of events, Strange should be injured in a few days."
The Ancient One clearly did not want Fang Mo to act recklessly and, after a brief moment of contemplation, opened the conversation by saying, "If you have no pressing matters in the next few days, you are welcome to visit Kamar-Taj. I have collected quite a few magic books that might interest you. Don't set your sights on Strange anymore."
"But..."
"We could also discuss the topic of funerals."
Seeing Fang Mo's dissatisfaction, the Ancient One quickly changed the subject: "Didn't you mention something about hosting a banquet? Have you chosen a chef? Kamar-Taj is located atop the Himalayas, and ordinary chefs might easily suffer from altitude sickness."
"Don't worry about that."
Hearing the Ancient One suddenly bring this up, Fang Mo immediately perked up: "My family has a head chef, nicknamed the Snow Queen. Organizing a banquet should not be a problem."
"Perhaps we should go back and discuss this in detail."
The Ancient One said, "You also mentioned something about a troupe. I am very curious about these 'ghostly stars' you speak of. Are they members of your retinue, or actual stars in this world?"
"Haha, now that you mention this, I'm not sleepy anymore."
Hearing this, Fang Mo's eyes lit up, and he burst into laughter: "Let me tell you, these 'ghostly' figures are actually divided into factions. For example, in our Chinese ghostly circle, notable representatives are Ge Ping, Xiong Fengshan, Liang Feifan, Zhuge Kongming, Lu Benwei, Wang Jingze."
"As for the Western non-ghostly circle, there's the Führer, Jin Ke La, Mua Evankin Men's Underwear, German-American BOY, and the White House's signed singer Obama..."
He hadn't finished speaking when suddenly a ringtone sounded from Fang Mo's pocket.
"Who is this?" Interrupted, Fang Mo was clearly annoyed, taking out his phone and frowning at it: "Hmm? Fury?"
"The director of S.H.I.E.L.D., right?" the Ancient One said.
"Close enough, but he's changed professions now. Currently, he's the director of the Shennong Bureau."
Fang Mo glanced at the Ancient One, then answered the phone, saying, "Hello, this is the Ximen Great Coffin Person Funeral Consultation Hotline. Our company, established in 1940, has never received a complaint from our customers. We have the world's largest crematorium, ensuring the departed rest easy and in peace; press 1 if Chen Dazuo's mom has died, press 2 if a lousy teammate's mom has died, press 3 if a brain-dead expert's mom has died, for Batman's mom, press and hold 666, and after a 'Damn' press 1 to be transferred to a human operator."
...
After hearing Fang Mo's response, there was a long silence on the other end of the phone.
After a while, a resigned sigh was heard, followed by the voice of Nick Fury barely making out, "Now is not the time for jokes, I've got a situation here."
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