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Reynolds was panting heavily, the wounds all over his body were healing quickly, and he even felt that all the muscles in his body were in great pain: "I won, I won! But why is no one cheering for me?"

"Do you think they should cheer for you? You are a winner, a superhero, and you stopped the executioner. But, Reynolds, don't think that you will get equal rewards for what you have done. You may even get the opposite result."

Duvall's voice sounded with obvious appreciation, which gave Reynolds valuable psychological comfort.

Reynolds finally calmed down and examined his battlefield. Looking at the ground beneath his feet, there were countless deep pits. It was simply the result of countless meteor strikes. If you didn't know, you would think the moon had crashed.

The once bustling streets and neatly arranged buildings have long since disappeared. Only a few buildings remain as ruins, let alone expect that there are still living people among them.

Reynolds opened his mouth, was confused for a moment, and slowly landed.

Magneto was struggling to stand up, and Reynolds suddenly felt extremely angry. He took out his fist wrapped in golden energy, punched Magneto's head, and killed him peacefully.

"Bring Magneto back." Duval gave the order, "He is not our enemy for the time being. Your heroic performance saved his life."

Reynolds opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he lowered his head. He sullenly grabbed the old man who had just fought with him and was incredibly strong, and was about to fly into the sky.

Storm Ororo finally flew over. Even though the battle was over, the residual chaotic energy in the air made her feel uncomfortable. It was unimaginable that if it was like this after the war, how terrible would it be when fighting with all their strength?

Anyway, there is no way she can resist it.

"he--"

"Go away, I won't hand him over to you." Reynolds responded strongly. He was no longer as surprised by his own change as he was at the beginning.

Storm hesitated for a moment, undecided. She really wanted to say that Magneto must be controlled by someone, and even if you defeat Magneto, it is better not to take him away. But then she remembered that if Magneto woke up, she would not have the ability to wake him up, which would only make things more troublesome.

"Which organization are you from? I think we will meet again when the professor wakes up. We will take Eric away. Mutants cannot lose him." Storm said anxiously, "I don't know your name yet."

Reynolds grinned in a rare smile and became excited: "I am Lei-Sentinel, a follower of the Alien Duva. If you want to ask for Magneto's words, my words don't count."

Dewar?

Storm was surprised, she knew this man, the master of the alien, the new Thor, who was the first person on Earth to raise troops for expeditions to alien planets, and she also knew that Professor X had some interest in this young man.

But, this person who claimed to be a sentinel was too powerful, and he was actually Duva's man? Looking at his appearance, he seemed to be extremely excited and proud?

"My mission is complete, it's time to go back. If you want Magneto back, go find Duval, not me."

Reynolds grabbed Magneto and flew into the sky, instantly creating a sonic boom.

Countless satellites monitored his movements, watching him faithfully return along the same route. Even when he was landing, he landed precisely through the hole in the roof that he had personally created.

At this moment, I don’t know how many people had complicated expressions, and how many people were stunned and felt it was unbelievable.

Such a powerful guy is actually Duwa's man? How did Duwa do it? How did he do it? Did he rely on aliens?

Tony Stark looked at Reynolds who was flying away and said, "Listen, you guys from SHIELD. If I were you, I'd better give up the wrong ideas and focus all my energy on easing the relationship."

"Uncontrolled power is a time bomb. It is the most foolish behavior to put all hopes on the mood and morality of a powerful individual." Fury said, "I will re-evaluate Duval. Similarly, Stark, I still suggest that you seriously consider the Avengers. The earth cannot be without a powerful super team."

Tony thought about it carefully and realized that, yes, Fury was right.

The power of a team is greater than that of an individual, in most cases, unless you encounter an enemy like Reynolds, numbers lose their meaning to a large extent.

"So, besides me, who else is on this team? A team that you consider to be an ace must have a lot of powerful guys." Tony asked.

"Black Widow, Hawkeye, and Hulk." Fury paused for a moment and gave these three names.

"Sorry, my Mark V suffered some damage, and my signal receiving device has problems - you mean, the most powerful guy among the team members you assigned to me is Hulk? Ha, why do you think Hulk is more reliable than Magneto? The ghosts of Westchester are watching you." Tony almost wanted to cut off the communication and leave.

This is just a joke.

"Someone like Magneto will not join the Avengers. Even if he does, Stark, you won't be able to sleep well." Fury paused.

"What a coincidence. With Hulk around, I won't suffer from insomnia easily, because I might fall asleep forever at any time." Tony said sarcastically and flew back to Stark Tower.

Only Fury stood on the command deck of the sky carrier with a gloomy face and was in a terrible mood.

The world was rushing towards an unpredictable direction, which made Fury feel vaguely uneasy.

"Alien, alien...that madman Stryker. Magneto's madness may be related to him, but there is no evidence for the time being. He had secret dealings with Duval before, and they should have reached a consensus, or maybe a deal related to the alien..." Fury thought of Magneto who was taken away by Reynolds.

Professor X and Magneto announced their alliance during the day and had a brief conversation with Duval, but that night, the two men suffered a terrible attack. Professor X seemed to be escorted away by the X-Men, and Magneto fell into Duval's hands.

Fury had every reason to doubt whether all this was Duvall's doing, because judging from the results, Duvall was the biggest beneficiary at the moment.

But the intermittent and fragmented clues cannot be connected together at all, and forcing them to do so will only make things become weird and confusing.

"He used war to establish his position and verify the value of the aliens. If you think about it carefully, he has always done this, without any false modesty. Even the Asgardians recognize his logic." Coulson turned off the screen in front of him, feeling that the amount of information he had received today was too much. It was so much that he felt dizzy and could not think of the best solution to this change.

Looking at it from another perspective, there is no best solution at all. Only absolute power does not allow for deception.

Fury suddenly hesitated. In Coulson's eyes, this posture was like a pedestrian walking in a storm, hesitating whether to take out his long-treasured umbrella.

If you don't take it, you can keep the umbrella, but your fate will be in trouble; if you take it out, the umbrella may be damaged and lose its value.

Coulson said nothing.

Until Fury let out a long breath: "It's not the most critical moment yet, I shouldn't contact her in advance."

Coulson was curious about who it was, but was smart enough not to ask. It wasn't something he could know right now.

"So, how many people died in this battle?" Fury asked.

"According to preliminary estimates, the economic losses may be between 300,000 and 600,000. It is difficult to estimate them for the time being," Coulson replied.

They would never know that if Hulk went berserk and Duval hadn't sent people to stop him, there would have been a terrible incident with millions of deaths.

At the same time, Kamar-Taj.

The wizards who established the global magic circle certainly knew what was happening.

The emergence of a new powerful individual is enough to attract the attention of this magical holy land that is famous on Earth and even in the entire universe.

"There is no such thing as power without reason in this world. The magic circle has detected the power coming from another world. Supreme Sorcerer, there must be something wrong with that human!" Mordo said, and no one knew whether he was referring to Duval or Reynolds specifically, but it was essentially the same thing.

Duva can control Reynolds and turn him into an alien vassal. Duva is Reynolds, but Reynolds will never be Duva. In the mind of a persistent person like Mordo, this is how the conversion is made.

Ancient One listened to the sound of the universe and slowly opened his eyes with obvious surprise in his eyes.

"It is indeed the power of another world. The person who carries the alien in his body is the coordinate connecting to the unknown universe." Ancient One nodded slightly.

The mission of Kamar-Taj is to monitor all movements from other worlds, including the alien demons from other dimensions in this universe.

Mordo said: "Perhaps the demon god from another universe has sneaked into our world through the coordinates."

"Maybe not."

Ancient One said softly, "But I didn't find anything. What do you want to do? Capture all of Duval and his aliens? How will Asgard view us? How will the people of the secular world view us? Duval will not sit still and wait for death. He is always making various preparations."

"But--"

"No buts, you should continue to track Casillas."

Gu Yi looked at the mountains in the distance and murmured in a voice that only he could hear: "Because the time is approaching... I need someone like him who is always prepared."

(End of this chapter)

61. Chapter 61: Magneto seriously overestimates Duval's integrity ()

Chapter 61: Magneto seriously overestimates Duval's integrity ()

As the chief assistant secretary of the Supreme Sorcerer after Casillas, Master Mordo could not understand what Ancient One did.

Isn't it the duty of Kamar-Taj to monitor all spatial fluctuations on Earth and closely monitor all elements of the other world?

Now, on Duva's side, a guy with the power of another world has obviously appeared, and he is extremely powerful, even able to defeat Magneto - well, Mordo doesn't think he will lose to Magneto, but he evaluated the fighting power shown by Reynolds and found it very tricky.

It can emit energy remotely and can engage in close combat. At present, apart from its mental defense, there are really no shortcomings in other aspects.

But the mages of Kamar-Taj are different. Almost all of them are mortals, so when fighting, they often have to be cautious and consume some magic to give themselves some spell defense.

The more powerful Reynolds becomes, the more uneasy Mordo will be. As the Sorcerer Supreme, Ancient One should take action earlier and examine the source of Reynolds' power in person to confirm that there are no invaders from other worlds coming back.

But Gu Yi didn't. She just sat there, doing nothing. No one knew what she was doing.

Mordo wanted to ask, but looking at Ancient One who closed his eyes again, he hesitated for a moment, and finally respectfully left the temple, deciding to continue his mission and look for Casillas.

"Master Mordo, I didn't see the king. Where did he go?"

As Mordo passed by a special training ground, a dum-dum bullet greeted him.

"You are doing the same thing as me. The action to fight against the black magician must never stop." Mordo looked at the large group of guys who looked exactly the same in front of him, paused, hesitated for a moment, and really didn't know how to face these dum-dum bullets.

"I can go too. I'm already a qualified magician."

"Oh, just relying on the performance you uploaded to my memory? You should go to a circus. I know one. They are worried about the lack of good monkeys."

"Shut up, don't forget our identities. We are agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.! Maintaining world peace is our duty..."

"A retired secret agent."

A large group of dum-dum players with different personalities started quarreling.

No one knows how many clones' memories exist in their heads at the same time. The current dispute may be deliberately pretended, Mordo thought.

Anyway, he was not good at dealing with these "geniuses" chosen by the Ancient One. If we really talk about magical aptitude, there were few excellent ones among these guys. Most of them even seemed to have difficulty in receiving the magic particles transmitted by Vishanti.

All I can say is that they had the favor of Ancient One because of their large numbers, strong willpower, and powerful execution.

"The Supreme Sorcerer obviously doesn't need so many ascetics... and they are such lousy half-baked ascetics at that." Mordo couldn't figure it out and he felt more and more that the Supreme Sorcerer was worthy of being the Supreme Sorcerer, and his thoughts were unfathomable.

Mordo didn't bring dum-dum bullets, and no matter what these guys said, they wouldn't agree.

Are you kidding? Every ascetic in Kamar-Taj is an elite wizard who needs to be carefully protected. It is impossible for them to go into battle unless a world war breaks out and the earth is about to be swallowed by demons from different dimensions. Their mission is to stay in Kamar-Taj and study magic.

After passing through the portal, Mordo appeared on the streets of New York.

The Supreme Sorcerer's thoughts are impossible to guess. Perhaps this is the gap between him and Ancient One. Therefore, it would be more useful to fight the black magician.

He was wearing a strange hood and walking on the street, accepting the gazes of the hurried citizens without changing his expression.

Many people's expressions changed immediately after seeing him, with caution and fear in their eyes, and they avoided him from a distance.

Mordo knew that this was definitely because the war that broke out in Westchester had an unprecedented impact on ordinary people in modern society. As the core area of ​​the war, New York City had lost hundreds of thousands of people, and the people here had long been in panic.

Of course, there are definitely some fanatical individuals who worship power extremely. Mordo knows without thinking that there may be many warlike people or those seeking security who have taken the initiative to find Dua, hoping to be parasitized by the alien and become a superhuman.

"How pitiful, these mortals... But they don't know that this is just a war in the mortal world. Once the demons from other dimensions break in, more people will die."

Mordo felt sad. He had a very paranoid personality and hated evil to the extreme, but he also had compassion for these living beings - Kaecilius was roughly like this before he joined Dormammu.

The death of 300,000 to 500,000 people now would greatly shock the whole world and make everyone nervous. To be honest, if it rises to the level of a dimensional war, it will determine the fate of billions of people around the world. The current casualties are really insignificant.

"Casillas, I want to see where you can hide..."

A cold light flashed in Mordo's eyes, and he immediately attacked the stronghold of a black magician.

As long as these guys dare to use magic beyond the limit, they will be like fireflies in the dark, emitting faint light and flickering, and will be detected by Kamar-Taj in the first time.

As soon as Mordo broke in, he looked around and saw blood and broken limbs on the ground. He alertly used magic to check for any traces.

He really hoped to meet Casillas, because Casillas was at his weakest at this moment. Fighting with an opponent like Loki who had magic, divine power, super body and brain, he was in countless debts and would have to stay in bed for at least a few weeks.

Modu speculated that Casillas might now have symptoms such as high blood pressure, coronary heart disease, and gastric ulcer.

This is the result of Dormammu taking the blame. If Kaecilius were allowed to repay the debt to the god of black magic, Sithon, he would definitely be tortured by Sithon to the point of being worse than death.

But unfortunately, there is still no Casillas here.

Modu frowned slightly, with a look of regret on his face, but the next second, his eyelids twitched, confirming that someone had already got there first.

However, there are still a few fish that have escaped the net in the fifth room in front, and he can capture some of them to get information.

"Alien??"

Mordo turned his head suddenly, looking in astonishment at the creature that walked out of the darkness of the building. It was like an assassin that merged with the shadows, silently waiting for the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

The wizard watched closely as these war weapons, which had long been famous throughout the world and coveted by countless people, slaughtered these black magicians with extremely high efficiency.

Glancing at the room in the distance, he also saw the corpses of several aliens, and their horrible blood had corroded large holes in the floor.

"These aliens are just ordinary aliens, and there are many low-level aliens that crawl on all fours..." Mordo slowly retreated until he reached the corner of the wall, concentrating on watching the performance of these guys.

Research on the alien social structure is being carried out in an orderly manner among major forces around the world. What is certain is that the alien social hierarchy is currently divided into three levels: queen, soldier ants, and worker ants.

Worker ants are the type that crawl on all fours. They are the smallest in size, can spit blood remotely, and have the weakest combat power. However, this weakness is relative. If they are thrown into the crowd of ordinary people, they will turn into killing gods in minutes.

"Get away, damn it, you guys should be killing vampires, why us!!"

The last black magician who survived by chance cursed in fear, raised his hand and cast a black magic that instantly killed an alien. He hid far away, but was still splashed by a few drops of blood. His originally intact body was instantly severely damaged, and his strength was at least half destroyed.

It's just a few drops of blood. No mortal can withstand it. Most superhumans can't withstand this blood that can corrode the spacecraft.

He tried to escape, but was surrounded by several aliens and was dismembered on the spot.