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What happened just now was too fast. It took less than a second for Casillas to open the portal, back up, and escape. It was really too difficult for him to open the portal, step over, and then think about what kind of magic to interfere.

"You must be the magician of Kamar-Taj. If it weren't for you, I don't think Casillas would have escaped so quickly." Dua's expression changed from fierce to gentle in just one second. The speed of his expression change was astonishing.

If one ignores the horrific self-healing wounds all over his body and the empty arms, Wang feels like he is talking to a gentleman.

Wang considered his words and looked around. This ancient building was full of broken walls and ruins. There were human corpses, dust turned from corpses killed by Blade's silver weapon, and shattered body fragments of the aliens.

This made him secretly frightened. It was clearly just a very brief confrontation, but the battle was so brutal.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 32 A rare magical genius in a century

Wang estimated that even if he faced Casillas, he would not dare to say that he could do better than Dua.

"Don't worry about these. As long as they are still alive, they will slowly recover." Du Wa walked in front of the king calmly with tattered clothes.

By the time he stood still, most of his injuries had healed.

"Your hands—"

“It will grow out.”

Wang looked numbly, watching the broken arms growing out little by little. Although it was slow, at this rate, they would be restored to their original state sooner or later. The more he thought about it, the more outrageous it seemed.

It's fine if they can repair flesh wounds, but they can also slowly grow back broken limbs? No wonder they dare to use such radical means to deal with Casillas.

"Fortunately, Casillas used the Mouth of Falter..." The king muttered. He suspected that Casillas was too greedy. If he had used other less powerful magic, who knows what the result would have been.

"I may not win, but I won't die easily. I have a strong life," Duva said.

"Wang, my name is Wang. Casillas is not someone who will give up easily. He is extremely paranoid. I don't know what happened between you...wait."

The king's eyes fell on the alien that looked ordinary, but in fact, the power of black magic had not completely dissipated.

He was smart and guessed something, showing horror and anger.

"It's nothing. As you can see, this was my first time coming into contact with magic, so I did some research. It seemed that the person behind Casillas noticed it." Duva said lightly.

"That's enough. You are crazy. You actually touched the black magic! It is the most dangerous and vicious power in the world. No matter what time it is, don't touch it. I don't want to see you among the black magicians in the future!"

"I know, I know. A guy also told me something similar. He is now being hunted all over the world by Magneto." Duva said.

"Don't bring the disputes of the secular world into the magical world—"

"Dormammu, I know Dormammu, and I also know that He is a demon from another dimension." Duval replied, "I am not a fool who knows nothing about magic."

The king's eyes became more and more dangerous, and he was hesitating whether he should get rid of Dua here: "Every outstanding magician who joins the black magician team thinks so at the beginning, not to mention that you are not even a magician."

"I've seen what you said in a drug addiction promotional video. Wang, you are very knowledgeable. Before entering Kamar-Taj, perhaps you were a librarian?" Duva had a calm face as he calmly gathered his alien troops and counted the losses.

He brought twenty-two aliens, eight of which died, a smaller loss than expected.

After all, the opponent is Casillas.

"To be precise, I'm a salesperson." Wang said in an unhappy tone.

He was not interested in exploring where Duva got so much information, because the matter of the demon gods from other dimensions was no secret to some ancient beings and organizations.

"King, give my regards to the Supreme Sorcerer."

Duva said this, jumped onto the shoulder of the hateful alien, said hello, and left.

Wang frowned as he looked at the guy's decisive actions.

"Don't be ridiculous. Where does your confidence come from? The Sorcerer Supreme doesn't have time to pay attention to a small character like you..."

But regarding the matter of Casillas, Wang felt that he should still report it to the Supreme Sorcerer.

Passing through the portal, Wang came to the side of the Supreme Sorcerer.

"Supreme Sorcerer..." The king hadn't finished speaking.

Mordo said hurriedly: "The Supreme Mage is communicating with the gods outside, don't disturb her!"

"It doesn't matter. I already know it. What Duva said is very interesting." Ancient One closed his eyes tightly, and magic particles like a vast ocean surged around his body, causing Wang to show deep awe on his face.

Ordinary people will never know where the limits of the Supreme Sorcerer are.

After a long time, Ancient One finally opened his eyes. The dark magic in his eyes flashed away, without revealing any clues.

Wang said: "I don't know Dua, and I don't know where he got the confidence to dare to touch Dormammu's power. He even wants to meet the Supreme Sorcerer!"

"What? Kamar-Taj does not welcome such arrogant people. He will never be able to step into the gate of the sanctuary in his life!" Mordo's face darkened. He was even more angry at Dua's wishful thinking.

"He won't come unless I allow him to use white magic and let his aliens have access to magic." Gu Yi said gently.

"How is this possible? How could we do this to a group of animals—"

"Mordo, have you forgotten Kruger? It disappeared after leaving us." Wang seriously pointed out Mordo's mistake.

Mordo couldn't listen at all. Kruger was obviously an intelligent life form that looked like a humanoid fish and had nothing to do with animals.

Moreover, Kruger has long since left Earth and seems to have joined a group called "Predators".

"Those are not animals. They may be even smarter than humans. It's nothing now, but they can cause changes in the time dimension in the future."

Ancient One quickly changed the subject: "There are more important things right now. Odin just contacted me. He decided to exile his son to Earth and start a trial."

"Thor? I heard that guy is very violent and arrogant. If such a guy comes to Earth, he will never stay still and will kill many people." Mordo was extremely disgusted. What he hated most was things that were beyond his control.

Ancient One said softly, "On the contrary, he will die on Earth."

Mordo and Wang's expressions changed drastically at the same time, and they were extremely shocked.

Thor will die on Earth? What a joke! By Earthling standards, Thor has an extremely violent personality, but as the offspring of Odin, the father-like powerhouse, he is also extremely powerful.

Will such a person die on Earth?

"Time will give the clearest answer. It wouldn't have been like this originally, but even the ripples caused by the slightest variables will trigger a tsunami in the infinitely long time dimension." Gu Yi said.

"what should we do?"

"Mordo, King, keep an eye on Casillas for the next period of time. What I am most worried about is Dormammu, who stands outside the time dimension. History is most vulnerable to interference from demons who are not affected by time."

"What about Thor? We can arrange a team of wizards to protect him, and then find the person who was supposed to kill him..."

"No, some people want him dead, some don't. We just need to keep Odin stable."

Ancient One's expression became serious. Considering the uncertainty surrounding Strange, she had to prepare early:

"Call Dumdan and tell him that he is a rare magical prodigy in a century. I am very optimistic about him, so I need him to arrange a large number of himself to continue to participate in the selection of 'Ascetic Monks'. The more... the better."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 33: Military Expansion Is for Better Military Expansion

Dua didn't know what happened in Kamar-Taj, but he could guess that maybe Ancient One was discussing himself with Wang and the others.

Duva didn't believe that Ancient One didn't know about his existence. After all, he possessed the Time Stone, and could use it to observe countless future guardians of the Earth.

"I just don't know whether the Ancient One in this universe is a male or female version..."

This thought flashed through Duva's mind, and he chuckled, but soon dismissed it.

Anyway, no matter which Ancient One it is, the future is bright - either return to Vishanti, or travel around the Eternal Universe.

This is the advantage of having a strong background. Even if you die, you don’t have to worry about losing your future, so you can be indifferent to life and death.

In comparison, Duva felt that he had to work harder. Unlike Ancient One, he did not have a multi-level backing, or more than one backing. He could only rely on himself.

"The attempt to use the alien to steal the dark arts failed, and there will never be another opportunity like this again."

Duva placed one hand on the alien created by the chest-breaking black magic, carefully sensing its condition.

Now, Duval can only try to steal Dormammu's power and cannot attack others because no matter how incompetent and furious Dormammu is, there is Ancient One to stop him and he does not have to worry about the consequences.

What's more, it sounds as if Dormammu will give up swallowing the earth even if he doesn't offend him.

"Then, you can give up the path of magic."

Duva muttered something, but he was not disappointed, because he did not have much hope from the beginning. Always using borrowed power was not a long-term solution.

Riven walked with a twist of her legs, and with her graceful steps, she brought him a cup of boiling water, and put it heavily on the table with a thump: "Magic? You obviously have mastered the unique power, but you still covet magic? I don't understand what you are thinking at all."

"Magic is still very useful. That group of magicians..." Erica defended Duva.

"Listen, who's speaking? A patient with Slaughter's Syndrome who has just been captured and is speaking for others? Or a rookie who just found out that there is a place called Kamar-Taj in the world?"

Erica's face was distorted with anger. This old woman was always good at taking advantage of every opportunity to make sarcastic remarks.

"Don't pay attention to what she says, Erica. She is about the same age as Eric and Charles, but she has prolonged menopause." Duva comforted.

"That's so heartwarming. You're really good at comforting people." Riven was obviously a little defensive and spoke like Erica.

Duva picked up the boiled water and drank it all, then wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"It seems that you really don't understand anything. Of course, this is not your fault. You just need to focus on the power of the X gene. I can't do that."

"A man says he can't do it?"

"In a small sense, I am the commander of an army. In a big sense, I am the leader of a tribe. This is the biggest difference between you and me," said Dua.

While everyone was paying attention to the wonder and power of the alien, Duva's eyes had already been looking to the more distant future.

There is no future in indulging in low-level supernatural things. There is no guarantee that one day a visitor from outside the universe will jump out and possess a strength that Dua is unable to deal with.

Therefore, Duva had already had an idea and was quietly formulating a plan to upgrade the alien!

Upgrade from planetary life to cosmic life!

At the very least, it can allow the alien to survive in the vacuum of the universe, rather than falling into space and dying like in the movies.

Admittedly, many famous guys are not considered cosmic life, such as Iron Man and Star-Lord. They need to wear high-tech equipment to fight in space.

This does not affect them from displaying their talents, and no one dares to look down on them.

But if there is an opportunity to improve the life form of an entire group, why not do it?

At present, at least the path of magic is not feasible, and Duva is unwilling to rely on a multi-dimensional existence to maintain the alien's upgrade.

"…Do we have to constantly adjust the genetic structure of the entire alien society? Keep parasitizing and breaking chests, and eventually find a universal starting point that can survive in all kinds of harsh environments?"

Just like the Kryptonians next door, they can be basked in the yellow sun from birth and become stronger by basking in the sun. This is the power derived from their racial genes.

Duva thought over and over again, constantly looking at the many aliens surrounding him.

As he parasitized the ten mutants sent by Magneto, the total number of aliens has increased to forty-seven. Of course, this is only on the surface. In the underground caves, there are still sixty alien eggs that have not hatched. If Duva does not issue the order to hatch, these eggs can remain dormant for more than a hundred years without any need to absorb nutrients from the outside world!

It's not that he can't have more aliens and alien eggs. In the absence of top combat power, blindly expanding madly, such as parasitizing countless animals, will only accelerate the joint encirclement and suppression by major forces on Earth, which is not conducive to long-term development.

"We still don't have enough numbers. Currently, we only have one abomination and fifteen mutants at peak combat power. The rest are a bunch of blood aliens..."

A crazy idea popped into Duva's head. Calculating the time, it was almost time for Thor to come to Earth.

Thor himself is not what Duval wants, and Odin is not dead yet. If he dares to parasitize Thor, it will inevitably arouse Odin's anger.

Although Dewar covets Odin's body very much, sometimes he thinks, anyway, Odin will die in a few years, and a good body is not as cheap as himself - but Odin is not something he can get his hands on right now.

Duva feels that he needs to be more flexible in his thinking and choose a promising path instead of always staying on Earth fighting vampires.

"Let me think about it, May 5th, New Mexico, um, calculate the date, um, I can actually take action now." Duva made a decision and then took action.

Raven was full of doubts about Duva's actions. In fact, she didn't understand this guy's secret. She didn't know where Duva got the information, whether the alien was created by Duva, and she didn't know the logic of Duva's next action.

"What have you thought of now? If I were you, I would wait here quietly until Eric captures more mutants, and until enough vampires are hunted down to continuously expand the number of aliens." Raven couldn't help but speak.

Even if we only count the blood aliens, Riven cannot see the limit of the Alien Queen's egg-laying capacity, nor can she see the limit of the number of aliens that Duva can control. So naturally, the more aliens in hand, the better.

When Duva had only a few aliens in his hands, others regarded him as a mad scientist. When he had dozens of aliens in his hands, others regarded him as a difficult superhuman.

What if Duva has hundreds of aliens in his hands?

Even the weakest blood alien has hard power far beyond that of ordinary humans and weak mutants. It can ignore most gun damage and has full obedience and instrumentality. Once it forms a sufficient scale, it will be an unimaginable huge help to the Brotherhood!

Imagine if every Brotherhood member could be assigned one Alien—or three or five? What a terrifying improvement in strength that would be!

Even Magneto would be moved.

Riven's plan to stay with Duva has changed from simply being a hostage and spying on secrets to trying every means to win over Duva.

But Duva's mind was not on the old woman Riven at all. He was aware of Riven's little thoughts, but he didn't care.

He set out with his troops.