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Blade pretended not to hear and ignored the aliens around him, staring at Casillas who remained calm. "Now it's just you, magician. Let me remind you that your fighting skills are simply terrible. You don't have enough strength, nor do you have superb skills."

"Of course I can't compare with you, vampire." Casillas said, "After all, you are just gadgets created by my master using black magic, and we are pilgrims who follow our master in search of the truth."

Casillas admitted that it was unrealistic for the Black Mage to compete with a gifted vampire like Blade in close combat ability.

But that didn't stop him from despising Blade.

"What I hate most is people calling me a vampire. I will carve my name on your corpse. By the way, what's your name?" Blade made a knife flower and rushed forward immediately.

"Go to Antarctica and calm down."

Casillas raised his hand and created a portal that moved forward, which instantly swallowed the blade and disappeared.

"I wanted to remind him, but he is not good at listening to opinions. When he was wary of me, he might not realize that there was a reason why I didn't take action against you." Duva said.

This is the disadvantage of dealing with agents. Their minds are always thinking about things that have nothing to do with combat, which will affect their judgment at critical moments.

"Maybe he knows it very well, but he has to do it before you." Casillas showed a strange smile on his face.

This world-famous wizard obviously has a good impression of Dua.

Duva looked around and found that besides Casillas, only the black magician who was parasitized by the alien and another black magician were left alive.

"Casillas, save me!!" The black magician was pinned down by a mutant alien and looked hopefully at the only person who could save him.

"There's no harm in returning to Dormammu earlier. You're one step ahead of me in the search for immortality and truth." Casillas was unmoved.

The black magician was in complete despair, and he watched helplessly as the mutant alien's flesh thread stabbed into his neck.

Halos appeared one after another, and the black magician's body was shrinking rapidly. Finally, it was completely absorbed by the mutant alien.

"...The improvement is not that big. Magic, an energy with a master, is really different from other energies." Duva didn't hold out much hope.

He waited for the changes in the parasitized black magician.

Until the alien successfully broke through the chest, at this moment, the strange magical fluctuations reached an extreme and then quickly weakened.

"Failed? Discovered by Dormammu or Sithon?" Duva touched his chin.

These two guys, one at the single universe level and the other at the multiverse level, he was not surprised that they could see through the alien's trick of using a substitute.

Just as Dewar had expected.

Dormammu did notice something was wrong at the first moment.

"Something is stealing my power and won't pay the price... Another guy who is learning from the Ancient One!!"

(End of this chapter)

30. Chapter 30: Artwork of War

Chapter 30 Artwork of War

In the vast dark dimension, countless dead planets are floating in the void.

Over billions of years, countless life planets have been devoured by Dormammu, eventually turning into death stars and becoming embellishments in the dark dimension.

The invincible and majestic Dormammu rolled over in anger, terribly angry.

In this vast universe, there are certainly some difficult gods or planets, but none of them is as thorny as the Earth.

Look, just now, He noticed that an individual who was trying to steal black magic appeared on the tiny planet Earth.

Although the total amount was very small, probably the same as the share He gave to Casillas' men, this was no reason for these Earth ants to openly challenge Him!!

It doesn’t matter if there is only one Ancient One, after all, Ancient One is very strong!

"Let me see who did it..."

Dormammu opened his eyes that were as terrifying as planets. In his vision, endless magical particles surged like rivers and were called upon by him at will. His vision extended all the way to a black magician on Earth through black magic.

And saw the mutants who stole his power?

No, they are not mutants, they just look slightly similar.

Dormammu almost thought that this was a completely new mutant species created by the Cosmic Celestials. If that was the case, he would inevitably have to be cautious. After all, the Cosmic Celestials were a group of terrifying gods that started at the level of powerful father gods and were too powerful.

"Hmm? This little thing is very interesting. It completes the inheritance of power through genetic replacement?" Dormammu took a look and immediately became interested.

Even though he was an ancient god, it was the first time he saw such a strange species.

He has seen many lives that become stronger by eating their enemies, typical examples being a few mutants and the infamous Annihilation Zerg in the universe.

This is the first time I have seen someone who can take away the opponent's life force through parasitism.

"This thing is called an alien? Even the black magic authority I bestowed on the earth's magicians can be taken over in this way..." Dormammu's eyes lit up, brighter than the stars.

If we can analyze the life essence of this life form, and then use it as a basis to create a body that can perfectly carry His power, but at a higher level, make it impossible for certain difficult beings to recognize it as His body...

Honestly speaking, this is a very promising approach, at least much better than constantly raising his debt ceiling and bestowing black magic on Casillas and that group of third-rate magicians.

If Dormammu had the chance to sneak into the Earth in person, he would be crazy to train agents to compete with the Ancient One like he is doing now!

As a result, Dormammu had to endure more and more pain every time she paid the price for using black magic.

Soon, Dormammu first cut off the possibility of the alien stealing the power of black magic, and at the same time used black magic to transmit information and made important instructions on this matter:

No matter the cost, capture this creature called alien!

Casillas quickly received orders from Dormammu. His eyes became sharp and he stared at Dua, unable to hide his surprise.

"It seems that your master has issued new orders to you. At least I don't think you are surprised by my alien." Duva said.

"Yes, your performance seems to have satisfied my master, extraordinarily satisfied." Casillas said frankly, constantly looking at the aliens around him, obviously considering what means to use to quickly get rid of these guys.

Duva was also always preparing. At this time, the abominable alien stood out from behind Duva.

He would question Kaecilius's ideals, but he would not doubt his strength. Kaecilius was once the chief disciple of the Ancient One, and now he also masters Vishanti's white magic and Dormammu's black magic, and his strength is extremely terrifying.

If Casillas successfully performs the mirror magic alone, Dua's situation will be very passive.

"This adventure is inevitable, otherwise I won't be able to confirm some things, but fighting with you under such circumstances is beyond my expectations... I won't give you the opportunity to use mirror magic." Duva said.

He has confirmed that the alien that burst out of the chest was not able to control the black magic. Combined with Casillas' reaction, it should be Dormammu who took action and denied the alien's "access rights".

This is normal and nothing to be upset about.

"I don't know why, but I feel like you know me very well, and you know a lot about the dark arts, and you know my master Dormammu very well... Whatever the reason, you're one of us right now."

Kaecilius raised his hand to Duval: "Truth belongs to Dormammu, offer the alien and become one of our glorious members, and I will spare your life."

Duva did not hesitate, showed extraordinary decisiveness and acted boldly.

Mirror magic is not invincible, and its use is subject to extremely stringent restrictions. Duva would never wait passively.

In an instant, Duva rushed out first, and the aliens scattered around also took action at the same time.

Normally, Duva would not personally take action, because there was no need. He knew clearly where his strength lay. As long as he was alive, even if there was still an alien hiding somewhere in the world, even if all the other aliens died, this one remaining alien could evolve into a queen on the spot, and the entire alien race would not perish.

But in this situation, facing such a dangerous enemy, Duva took the lead.

Swish!

His movement speed was so fast that in the eyes of ordinary people, it could even leave an afterimage. He could only be regarded as having strong arms, but while swinging his arms, every muscle fiber seemed to be activated, bursting out with overloaded power, causing the muscles to swell slightly visibly to the naked eye.

Casillas' eyelids twitched, but he still took action immediately.

A large number of thin red magic threads grew out from his hands, turning into a dense network that stretched out to the aliens that were rushing in from all directions.

"This is the magic of Kamar-Taj, how ironic." Dua sneered and informed all the aliens about this magic on the spiritual level.

I saw that the many aliens bound by these thin whips began to jump and move repeatedly on the surrounding walls. Some of them tore open their bodies without hesitation, using strong acid blood to clear a path, corroding these thin energy whips and creating opportunities for other aliens.

The most ferocious one was naturally the abominable alien. With its powerful self-healing ability and unrivaled body, it rushed violently and pulled forcefully in the network space woven by the golden and red energy whips.

Several mutant aliens were also particularly active. They possessed the high-quality genes of the mutants and had the ability to absorb energy. They immediately stretched out strips of flesh from their bodies, attached them to the energy whips, and began to forcibly extract energy in order to cut off the whips.

The troops that Duva had built up with many means showed their might at this moment.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 31: The Mouth of Falter

When aliens with different combat methods such as physical combat and energy attack work together to coordinate perfectly, the efficiency they demonstrate is extremely exaggerated.

In addition, with the presence of Duva, a center that can connect the spirits of all aliens, monitor the vision and status of each alien, and issue commands in real time, the battles between the aliens can be described as beautiful art.

However, there were also weak aliens that continued to die in these energy whips. They were tied up and cut by the power brewing in the whips, and turned into countless pieces of flesh.

But in the moment before death, he screamed desperately, and then deliberately tore his body apart with great force to ensure that more blood could escape into a wider area and corrode more energy whips.

Whips kept breaking quickly as far as the eye could see, forming pieces of vacuum areas. A closer look revealed that these vacuum areas could actually connect together to form a not-so-regular "channel"!

The whole process went smoothly, with fearlessness, silence and sacrifice, as if it had been rehearsed countless times in advance, and it was terrifyingly efficient!

"How can this be!!"

Even Casillas was shocked. He was not afraid of the alien's power. He was simply shocked by the alien's absolute obedience, absolute cruelty, and the absolute mechanical nature of a robot despite being a flesh and blood body.

"Nothing is impossible, you can become a part of me!"

Dua used his more agile body to close the distance between him and Casillas.

As long as we don't let this guy use large-scale space magic like mirror image, we'll have a chance! With the power of him, the abominable alien, and several mutant aliens, it's not like there's no chance.

In fact, with the power that Dua now possesses, he is absolutely qualified to be an existence that all forces and organizations around the world should pay great attention to.

However, the opponent now is Casillas, and it can almost be said that he is in a echelon below the level of Ancient One.

"I will show you the true horror of the power I received from the great Dormammu."

Casillas felt the surge of dark magic coming from his body. It was obvious that Dormammu had temporarily increased the upper limit of magic he could borrow.

Casillas used an energy whip to create buffer time while using Dormammu's black magic.

A magic like a black hole slowly brewed in front of him.

"Look at this magic, Falter's Mouth! The great Dormammu used this to devour countless pocket universes and living planets in the macrocosm!"

"You won't get a chance to use this magic!"

Duva continued to break through the limitations of the energy whip and advanced quickly with his many extraordinary aliens, trying to kill Casillas before he successfully used this magic.

Countless golden-red threads were born and collapsed, and aliens continued to die from the burning and cutting of the energy whips. Even Duva himself broke many energy whips with his own hands, and rushed to Casillas with wounds all over his body.

Just when the two began to fight in the true sense, Casillas sensed something, his face suddenly changed, he retreated quickly, opened the portal at the same time, and chose to escape without any hesitation.

Duva's expression moved slightly, and he showed super reaction ability in a flash. He was determined to attack Casillas no matter how much it cost!

Roar!

The abominable alien let out a cry, and its body was pierced by countless energy whips like a sieve. It was originally motionless, as if it was dead, but under Duva's command, it suddenly jumped up wildly, and its body expanded rapidly. Taking advantage of the moment when Casillas diverted his attention, it fiercely slammed into Duva from behind.

Duva used this force and rushed straight to Casillas despite suffering serious injuries.

Although it was still a bit late, Casillas' entire body had already entered the portal.

He showed a obviously relieved smile, turned around, and the shape of his mouth changed-even at this time, he still maintained his elegance, showing the noble temperament of the archmage.

Duva knew what this guy was going to say.

"We will meet again."

"Hey, give it to me!"

Duva's eyes were full of murderous intent and he immediately stretched out his arms. This was a crazy and suicidal act. He could be split in two at any time due to the closing of the portal, but Duva did it anyway.

Snapped!

With great speed and strength, Duva used his two arms to penetrate the barrier formed by magic particles, and a large amount of flesh and skin was destroyed in an instant. Every moment, part of his body turned into countless dust and dissipated.

But even so, Duva did not retreat or hesitate at all. He used his two arms that were almost turned into white bones to violently pinch the shoulders of Casillas who was turning around. At the moment when the portal was closing at a high speed, he roughly pressed down with one hand and exerted force with the other hand, and tore it off on the spot!

The scene was extremely brutal, with blood and flesh all over the place, muscles separated but tendons still connected.

Casillas broke the defense immediately, no longer elegant, and let out a scream!

He cherished his body very much, because it was the capital for pursuing the truth and also an important carrier for paying the price to Dormammu, so he usually took good care of it, even his hair was made meticulously - he had never suffered such a degree of physical damage before! !

The portal closed completely, leaving Dua's two arms on the other side.

"He shouldn't have used the spell "Falter's Mouth". It takes too long to charge up the spell. Facing an opponent like you who is good at seizing opportunities and willing to hurt yourself, he miscalculated."

Behind Duva, a golden portal opened and a fat figure rushed over quickly, but was still a step too late. He watched the final confrontation between Casillas and Duva and said helplessly.