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The more Luan thought about it, the more excited he became.

"What do you need me to do?" he asked curiously.

The strange voice echoed again.

"Set up a magical ritual, channel my power into this world, destroy three sanctuaries, and prepare for my descent!"

Hearing the instructions, a hint of doubt and hesitation flickered in Luan's eyes, but it quickly vanished.

He had already started imagining the scene: transforming into a terrifyingly powerful being, standing triumphantly before the White Cloaked Hero and the Messiah, crushing them with ease while delivering scornful remarks.

"What should I do?" Luan asked, brimming with excitement.

The strange voice replied coldly.

"A blood sacrifice. The ritual requires lives and their blood…"

Anticipation filled Luan's eyes as he envisioned the moment of gaining the entity's bestowed power and utterly surpassing the Messiah and the White Cloaked Hero.

While Luan reveled in his fantasies and Doctor Strange pondered the sudden surge in divine power, Syd was calmly hovering above the streets of Washington, D.C.

Below him, everyone who saw him instinctively covered their mouths, their eyes wide with fear and disbelief.

Glancing at the people below, Syd paid them no mind. His focus was set on his destination ahead.

If he intended to confront the American leadership and locate their military headquarters, the logical first step would be the seat of power itself.

Conveniently, the White House was in Washington, and he had descended not far from it.

With this thought, he moved, flying steadily toward the White House.

"What is the Messiah planning to do?"

"Where is he going?"

The people on the streets initially sighed in relief when they saw him leave, but soon confusion overtook them.

Before long, someone noticed his direction and exclaimed, "That way… isn't that where the White House is?"

"The White House?!"

Shock rippled through the crowd.

That's where the president resides!

As they speculated in alarm, government agencies across Washington scrambled into action upon receiving news of the Messiah's presence.

Despite their swift response, Syd's proximity to the White House left them with little time to prepare.

By the time Syd reached the White House perimeter, armored vehicles patrolling the area came to an abrupt halt.

Armed officers, including SWAT teams and FBI agents, quickly disembarked, weapons and shields at the ready.

In unison, they raised their black firearms, aiming directly at Syd, who hovered in the air.

A loud, amplified voice of a middle-aged man boomed through a speaker.

"Messiah?"

"What is your purpose here? Stop immediately!"

"If you don't stop, we'll open fire!"

Though the voice carried a tone of warning, it failed to mask the underlying fear.

Had it been any other threat, they would have opened fire the moment it approached the perimeter. There would have been no negotiation.

But this wasn't just any threat—it was the Messiah. Even the Secret Service director issuing the warning from a safe zone felt trepidation. The officers on the ground, though outwardly resolute, were equally hesitant.

They hoped, against all odds, that the Messiah would simply leave.

Meanwhile, a crowd of curious onlookers gathered in the distance, undeterred by the potential danger.

Syd cast a brief glance at the armed officers and civilians below but remained indifferent. He continued flying forward.

Barely ten meters into his advance, he noticed several small patrol drones approaching.

Each drone's camera was trained on him.

At the same time, Syd sensed the presence of snipers hidden in the distance. Over a thousand rifles were trained on him.

Though none of this posed any real threat to him, Syd found the White House's level of security mildly amusing.

The drones' speakers crackled with another warning.

"Messiah, this is your final warning. If you proceed, we will take action. This won't end well for anyone!"

From afar, the faint roar of jet engines reached Syd's ears.

Turning slightly, he saw five fighter jets taking off from a nearby airbase, rapidly closing in on his location.

Such a display of firepower might have intimidated any terrorist or even Magneto, who would have found himself at a disadvantage. The government had long developed weapons specifically to counter him, such as plastic firearms and bullets.

Unfortunately for them, none of this mattered to Syd.

Meanwhile, news of the unfolding situation at the White House quickly spread.

Some learned through spies, others through government insiders.

One particularly audacious television network received the information and, in a bid for ratings, began broadcasting the event live.

Before long, Americans across the nation were glued to their screens, watching the unfolding drama.

A nervous male anchor spoke in a rushed tone:

"Breaking news! Breaking news!"

"We're reporting on an ongoing incident that appears to be a terrorist attack!"

"The location is the White House, and the figure in the footage is none other than the Messiah. What is he planning to do?"

Drone footage streamed live from the scene, showing heavily armed officers surrounding the White House and a lone figure in black hovering above.

Messiah!

The moment they saw him, viewers across the country were stunned.

Word spread like wildfire, and the broadcast's ratings skyrocketed.

At Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, Professor Charles, Magneto of the Brotherhood, Tony at the Stark Tower in New York, as well as S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra operatives—all tuned in to watch.

Even Luan, whose mind was partly occupied by the entity's voice, noticed the broadcast.

Staring at the figure on the screen, he murmured in awe, "It's the Messiah. What is he planning to do?"

(End of Chapter)

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