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The aliens launched an intensive attack. No matter how hard the mutant struggled, it was of no avail. It was knocked down again and again, with numerous wounds on its body.

"I have conducted genetic tests on them, and I have to admit that the genes in these things are very similar to the X gene." Magneto said coldly.

"So, this discovery makes you very helpless." Duval nodded in understanding. "Anyone who knows this result will be surprised, but don't worry, this mutant race is not the same race as mutants."

"This is what I want to ask you, why do mutants still exist, but the mutant race, which is the origin of mutants, disappeared?"

"You are so cunning. These should be considered two different problems. Because the mutants failed to pass the judgment of the Creator, they were wiped out from the earth by the Creator himself. Only a part of the human race that inherited the mutant genes survived."

Duva began to focus on capturing the mutants, and couldn't wait to drag them underground and start parasitizing them on the spot.

It won’t be long before he has a group of truly powerful soldiers with exaggerated growth potential!

Neither Magneto, nor Professor X, SHIELD, or other forces who are monitoring this place, have realized this. They don't even know how terrifying the growth potential of mutants is.

"This issue of ten mutants involves matters concerning ancient gods. It's well worth the money. You won't default on your debt, right?"

"No, I will never break a promise, but your price is very high, because the mutants are getting fewer and fewer. We are killing them, and the Eternals are also killing them."

Magneto was speaking, but his mind was thinking about the gods.

A god who created the Eternals and the Mutants in ancient times? How terrifying such a god must be is simply unimaginable.

You know, the strongest mutants now have the power to intimidate the whole world on their own, but Magneto still doesn't dare to say that such a strong man can be stronger than the mutants who once dominated the earth.

But the mutants were exterminated.

Magneto decided to go back and carefully investigate various myths and legends to find traces of gods.

"You'd better not lie to me, and not play tricks with true and false words. I will verify the authenticity." Magneto flew into the sky and left without looking back.

"Sir Charles, your good friend has left, isn't it time for you to leave too? To be honest, I am deeply honored that you did not choose to invade my brain." Duva turned and said to Erica.

Given Professor X's character, he generally wouldn't search other people's memories.

"There's another reason why Eric didn't attack you. He suspected that you were also a mutant, perhaps an awakened mutant who could create and control genetic organisms," Professor X said.

"Similar to Mr. Sinister? That's interesting. I've never done a test for the X gene." Duva responded casually.

Just when Dua was seizing the opportunity to strengthen his own strength.

The chain reaction he created has officially taken shape.

Realizing that Magneto was looking for Duva, the terrified vampires finally couldn't bear it anymore and decided to take the initiative to declare war on Duva and find a powerful force to defeat Duva.

"Master Casillas, this is the situation. We need you, the chief disciple of the honorable Supreme Mage, to help us kill him!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 28: The Mages Who Had to Fight to Reduce Their Debt

"You want me to kill a man who controls strange creatures? The price for that is high."

Casillas, along with a few of his men, looked at the vampires in front of them with disdainful eyes.

He was indeed very arrogant. Those who knew him well would understand that the dark circles under his eyes were the price of using black magic. Those who didn't would think that these black magicians were extremely hardworking and hadn't slept for several days and nights.

In fact, Casillas really hasn't slept for a very long time. "Sleepless" is just one of the insignificant prices to pay for using magic.

Others have to dedicate their spirit, body, lifespan, etc. to the gods who grant them magic. This is the price of using magic - if you borrow money, you have to pay it back.

Under this kind of gaze, some weak vampires subconsciously looked away, but a few guys of noble birth tried hard to look straight ahead.

"We really don't know how we offended him, but he has destroyed seven of our strongholds in just two days! Hundreds of us have died or are missing!" said a noble-looking vampire elder.

"Be more confident. If you disappear, you will die. If you are lucky, you will become the food of that human. If you are unlucky, you will become the host of the alien."

Casillas is a particular person. Although he looks down on vampires, since he chose to take the order, he has a certain understanding of Duva.

"I will send a black magician to kill him," Casillas said.

"One? We would rather you do it yourself." The vampire present frowned.

"Stupid, my main target of attack is Kamar-Taj, I won't waste a lot of power on a small character!" Casillas shook her head, and her elegant ponytail swung back and forth, which was very eye-catching.

At least the vampires present couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"But he is not a small character..."

"In my eyes, you are just small characters. You bats in the sewers have never seen a truly great being with your own eyes. Even my mentor, the Supreme Sorcerer, needs to borrow his power!"

Casillas sneered at the vampires present and said, "Even you were born because of that person. Without black magic, where would you vampires come from?"

The vampires all looked confused.

But Casillas learned from Dormammu that vampires originated from black magic.

Dormammu is the god who controls black magic. Kaecilius naturally believes that vampires are inferior products accidentally created by the great Dormammu and are not worth mentioning.

Another elder was very dissatisfied and whispered, "We shouldn't have asked these black magicians! It's not reliable to spend money to deal with Du Wa. It's better to ask the Blood Baron..."

But he was soon scolded: "Shut up, our blood clan has its own clan sentiments!"

Wow!

At this moment, there was a sound of breaking windows, and the Blade Warrior rushed in, followed by a large number of aliens.

"It seems we have the same idea and have both set our sights on this place, but it seems that the vampire you are looking for is not here."

Duva's voice came over.

Blade drew out his two swords and said, "My goal is different from yours. I will not leave anyone alive. Even if the opponent is human, as long as he stands on the side of the vampire, he will die."

When Blade said this, his red eyes under the sunglasses looked straight at Casillas.

Casillas curled up the corner of his mouth with a mocking smile, and shifted his gaze to Dua who was surrounded by several strong aliens.

"This kind of dark circles, dark magician? I didn't expect to have an unexpected gain, but the vampires actually colluded with you and successfully lowered your level." Duva said.

The black magician is too easy to recognize. Only those who follow Dormammu on the entire earth have this appearance.

"Huh, I think so too. It seems that we have at least reached an agreement on this point: vampires are the most suitable material to be consumed."

Casillas used black magic with a grin, and a large amount of black mist spread out, covering the people present. The first vampire that came into contact with him was swallowed up in an instant.

After a burst of screams, their bodies turned into countless black particles, gathering like water, as if flowing into an unknown area, and finally disappeared.

Casillas' expression showed a slight improvement.

"Casillas!! What are you doing? We are allies!" a vampire elder shouted.

"Allies? Are you defective products like you worthy of being my allies? You don't really think I'm after your money? You are only worthy of being my sacrifice to please Lord Dormammu!"

The vampire wanted to kill Duva, but Casillas was different, he wanted to kill them all.

All people on earth will belong to the great Dormammu.

"This guy is mentally ill, go ahead." Duva said.

Blade said nothing and slashed at Casillas with the knife.

Dua was different. He knew how difficult the space magic of the Kamar-Taj lineage was. The golden portal could not only be used for transfer, but also could be "cut off" by closing instantly.

So, at the beginning, Dua directly greeted the other black magicians present.

call!

An alien with a strange appearance and several strips of flesh on its body quietly approached a magician, but the other party was prepared.

"Low-level creature, let me show you how powerful a professional magician is!!"

The black magician laughed grimly on the spot, shook his sleeves, accurately grabbed the stick that was slipping down, and rushed towards the alien with vigorous steps.

"My weapon is made of vibranium, so I'm not afraid of your blood!!"

Very good, he is a rare black magician whose brain has not been taken away by Dormammu. He knows how to use vibranium to make weapons and resist the most difficult strong acid blood of the aliens.

But this brain doesn't seem to have much.

Duva's expression changed slightly. Although he had expected the fighting style of this group of magicians, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he saw it with his own eyes.

His defense is obviously not much stronger than that of ordinary people, but he prefers to fight the enemy in hand-to-hand combat with knives and sticks, especially with aliens, which are best at close combat.

This brings us to Doctor Strange. Once he starts, he will use all kinds of powerful magic like crazy, such as the Crimson Chains of Cyttorak, the Holy Sword of Vishanti, and the Ancient Body of Hoggs.

Look at this luxurious magic group, Cytorak, Vishanti, Hoggs, they are all multidimensional gods. Any magic cast by Doctor Strange is the power borrowed from a large number of multidimensional universe gods.

It is worth mentioning that Hogs is one of the three Vishantis.

"I always feel that the local magicians are a little different from what I imagined. Are you worried that you can't pay back the debts you have? Your master is really not a generous guy."

If magic isn't enough, use your fists.

After thinking about it, Duwas still felt that these guys were too poor - or it was because Dormammu became poor, so they couldn't even use magic casually. What's more, the cost of using black magic was much higher than white magic.

They are completely incomparable to Doctor Strange who has the support of Kamar-Taj. These people deserve to be beaten to death by Doctor Strange in the end.

"Hmph, you know magic too?" Casillas raised his hand and took out the Ring of Raggador. A golden disk appeared on his palm and easily cut an attacking drone alien into two halves.

Faced with the splattering acidic blood, Casillas raised his other hand and summoned a small portal in front of him to transport all the blood away.

"If I want to, I can throw you into the bottom of the sea in an instant." Casillas was very confident.

He thought Duva was coming for him, but Duva knew that it would be difficult for him to kill this guy who was very good at escaping, so he had been targeting other black magicians from the beginning.

In the chaos of the fight, a melee mage who was obsessed with hand-to-hand combat was knocked down by the alien and dragged in front of Duva while screaming.

Duva skillfully picked up an alien egg from the back of the alien behind him and parasitized the black magician with a face hug.

Duva wanted to verify something of vital importance and had great expectations for it.

As expected, at the moment of successful parasitism, a powerful magical wave emerged from the black magician's body, and black substance began to spread slowly.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 29 Dormammu: There is something dirty!

Originally, Duva went out personally just to try out how far the aliens born from parasitic mutants could go.

At least for now, there seems to be no problem in mobilizing the body's energy.

"Normal aliens can heal themselves within tens of seconds after suffering skin injuries, and normal mutants can mobilize the energy of their entire body to quickly repair wounds after being injured."

Duva saw that the mutant alien that was split in two by Casillas had a visible glow of energy emerging from the wound, pulling the two halves of the body closer to each other.

Normally, as long as the energy in the body is not exhausted, given some time, it can slowly repair itself. This gives it a stronger self-healing ability than ordinary mutants.

"Body energy, or life force, can be taken away. This is a power that comes from genes. I am not surprised. What about magic?"

Duva looked at the black magician who was surrounded by aliens and parasitized by the facehugger.

Marvel's magic is all borrowed, but the aliens can seize the high-quality genes in the host's body as a means of becoming a part of the host, destroying the host's self-healing ability, and achieving transcendence and replacement in a narrow sense.

Can such an alien replace the host and take on the host's magical debt?

Dewar was very interested.

"Although I don't necessarily have to embark on the path of learning magic, if it is possible, multiple paths are also good choices." Duva touched his chin.

"Parasite... You want to follow the same path as me? There's no need to go through so much trouble. With your strength, you can definitely join us." Casillas knew Dua's plan at a glance. He was not angry, but instead showed a little more enthusiasm.

For a cold-blooded idealist, occasionally someone agrees with his ideas, which can bring him a little comfort.

"This is different. I also know that my joining will make Dormammu happier, but before that, let my little cuties try it first." Duva responded casually.

At this time, Casillas was simply an incurable brainless fan. It was useless to talk to him about anything else. He would get excited when talking about Dormammu.

The two men were on the verge of a fight, ready to fight at any time, but no further action was taken. However, the aliens and other black magicians were killing each other fiercely.

A world was reached where only the vampires were injured. These poor guys fought back desperately, but no matter whether it was black magic, aliens, or blades, they were not something they could resist.

Even if a new type of vampire, the Reaper, is deployed, this pale thing is a biological weapon that the vampire clan has painstakingly researched. The Reaper does not abstain from eating either humans or vampires.

But unfortunately, this kind of thing, facing an enemy with both high quality and high quantity, had no chance of escape and was eventually chopped into pieces by the blade.

"This thing is really hard to kill. It seems I have a new target." Blade poked the Reaper's mouth with the tip of the knife and said to Duva, "This guy's mouth is a bit like your spider."

"I want to correct you. The 'spider' you mentioned is actually a facehugger. Also, it's really hurtful that you compare my facehugger with a defective product made by a reaper."

As Duva spoke, he also took the time to glance at the corpse of the harvester, who was not afraid of silver or garlic, but only afraid of sunlight.

Blade didn't need to fight so hard. He could have cooperated with the alien and killed this guy easily. However, he couldn't wait to rush forward. I guess he didn't want to give Duval a chance to capture the Reaper alive and parasitize him.

"What a terrible behavior, what a waste," Duva commented bluntly.