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Mordo frowned. This way of dying was a bit cruel, but he would not blame these aliens for doing anything wrong.

"I should have reminded him before he died that his companions were unreliable. A vampire who had learned the dark arts had sneaked in. But we were indeed hunting down the dark magician at the same time."

Along with the crisp sound, a tall woman walked out. She was wearing a red tights. On her slender thighs, light pink stockings reached the base of her thighs, showing them off unscrupulously; the long hem of her dress hung down at her hips, outlining a beautiful curve.

This is a lady who attracts attention wherever she goes, if you ignore the bloody blade in her hand and the strange flame that is always burning on the half of her shoulder that is missing.

"This is the 'Hellfire of Mephisto' in demonic magic. If you don't get rid of it quickly, your soul will eventually belong to Mephisto." Mordo took a look, frowned, and a hint of disgust appeared on his face.

What an evil magician, a bunch of villains, who not only use black magic with huge side effects, but also dare to use the vicious spells of the big devil from hell!

"Mephisto... I don't know much about this guy. I don't even know if this demon is real."

"All spells, even the lowest-level ones like creating fire, use magic power that comes from a specific magical entity. As long as he can use it successfully, it means that the entity referred to in the magic name is real."

Mordo looked at the woman who was followed by an alien and looked indifferent. His brows furrowed even tighter and his face looked ugly: "Are all Duva's subordinates people who have lost their own personality after being transformed, Erica Naqis?"

He doesn't want to see those who follow Dua become so-called "people" with only tool attributes.

"Master, perhaps I should be flattered that you know my name? Then you should also know that I come from the Hand, and enduring pain is a compulsory course for every ninja."

Erica appeared calm on the surface, but in fact she was in terrible pain all the time.

Fortunately, the alien hatchling in her chest had not been attacked and was well preserved, otherwise she really couldn't guarantee that she would still be alive now.

"I sense the alien in your body. You'd better be careful. If it gets burned, you will lose your powerful self-healing ability and will be killed by its blood." Mordo stared at Erica's shoulder where the hole appeared, his expression extremely serious.

This was the first time that Mordo saw with his own eyes an alien larva that parasitized the human body. This thing was lying in Erica's chest cavity, blending with the surrounding flesh and internal organs. Like a human heart, it had some extremely subtle contractions, and it was obviously breathing.

"...Don't worry about it. I will die for various reasons, but not because of this. The people of Kamar-Taj have too few opportunities to deal with people like me, so they don't understand us, but you will know sooner or later." Erica said.

Being parasitized by an alien is equivalent to acquiring its genes at the same time. From the perspective of genes and genetic material alone, the fusion brought about by parasitic behavior is two-way. As long as Dua suppresses it and ensures that the larvae will not parasitize, ordinary people will also have the genes of the alien, possessing super strength, super self-healing ability, and adaptability to corrosive blood.

The two talked at a distance of ten meters. Mordo stood alone, believing that he could deal with all the aliens including Erica in an instant; Erica was full of fear of Mordo and deliberately kept her distance and did not get close.

Facing the look that Mordo cast on her shoulder, Erica did not react at all. Both of them were well-trained. Mordo was the second-in-command of Kamar-Taj, and Erica, as a former Hand killer and current alien host, had both undergone high-intensity training in their spirit and thinking. How could they feel such a boring emotion as shyness when they were on guard against each other?

This will lower vigilance and combat effectiveness, and it is impossible and not allowed to happen to a person who has reached the passing line of combat effectiveness.

"Casillas is not here? We have detected powerful fluctuations of dark magic."

"Just a few minutes ago, he was here. Not only are you tracking him, we have also been hunting this guy down, and we are also indiscriminately cleaning out all the black magicians." Erica pointed in a direction and showed several corpses to Mordo.

To be honest, this job is not easy, because black magicians are generally powerful, but they are mortals and cannot be parasitized by aliens as extraordinary hosts, so Erica received the order to leave no one alive.

Beating a vampire can still get a group of blood aliens, but fighting the more difficult black magician will always be a loss, and aliens keep dying.

The only consolation is that most of these aliens are messenger aliens that parasitize ordinary animals. They are very suitable consumables. If casualties occur, Erica will feel distressed, but Duva thinks it is acceptable.

Even if they didn't die here, Duva would send these messenger aliens to Asgard to join the war.

The most common messenger alien can more than withstand temperatures ranging from -100 degrees to +1,000 degrees, and can fight on many planets with harsh environments.

Erica said: "Casillas had a miserable end after the fight with Rocky. When I arrived, he had just come out of the toilet."

"That's a very serious problem indeed. So, this base is most likely one of the toilets he prepared for himself."

Modró thought he could add one more to the long list of ailments Casillas might have contracted: frequent urination.

A wizard of Casillas' level could solve problems such as cleaning and excretion with insignificant magic particles at almost no cost. But even so, Casillas did not do it. Instead, it showed that his physical condition was worse than expected. At least there was a big problem with his stomach and intestines, which must have been offered to Sithorn as one of the prices to be paid.

There's no way magic can repair it.

Finally, he opened the portal and ran away, intentionally avoiding any form of combat.

Amid mutual vigilance, Erica took the alien and left first.

"Casillas is not an enemy you can deal with." Mordo couldn't help but say.

Erica looked at him in surprise and shook her head: "No one can get away with offending Dua. Even if he is the world's top wizard, he must pay a heavy price. This was doomed when he attacked Dua. Moreover, the Sentinel can defeat the enemy that I cannot defeat."

Sentinel? It seems that this is the guy who controls the power of the alien universe, and is also a subordinate controlled by Duva.

Mordo looked at Erica who was walking away, and paid more attention to these aliens.

"Duwa...dangerous element." Mordo turned and walked into the portal, beginning to search for the next black magician's base.

……

Erica returned, sat on an alien, and carefully cut her own burning flesh with a blade. From afar, she could see countless aliens busy at work.

"It's Reynolds again. He has demonstrated his strength several times and has made this precarious building uninhabitable." Erica shrugged as she looked at the golden beam that shot up into the sky and the ground shaking that followed.

Reynolds is really busy and always looks for opportunities to test his powerful strength.

But when she got closer, Erica realized that she was wrong and began to suspect that there was something wrong with her eyes.

There were two buildings standing here. The one next door where a group of dum-dum bullets lived had long since disappeared. The one they used to have as their home base had become riddled with holes and was about to collapse after several battles. At this moment, the sentry was holding it up with one hand and throwing it hard in one direction. The stretched-out posture was just like playing basketball.

The sound of the building falling to the ground gave nervous New Yorkers every reason to believe it was a missile explosion.

Erica also saw hundreds of aliens, each with their own division of labor, busy carrying cement and bricks.

"This, maybe I came to the wrong place. I just went out to kill some black magicians and vampires. Why…"

Erica murmured, and saw the sentinel flying back.

She found that this guy was really amazing. He used super speed and super strength non-stop. In the last second, he was frantically stirring cement with his arms. Everyone who saw the cement mixer said it was good. In the next second, he appeared dozens of meters away, swinging his fists and pounding the ground to consolidate the foundation.

As a result, this extreme speed display created countless sentinel afterimages in the air, each of which was working at full power.

No contractor could refuse such a man, absolutely not even Duva.

More importantly, Erica saw an old man flying into the air with a very bad face. He was controlling countless metals in the air, easily pinching them into thick steel bars, roughly poking them into the ground, and placing them where they should be.

“You’re back? The mission was accomplished well. Another group of black magicians were killed. Casillas should feel the pain this time.”

Duval glanced at Erica, symbolically blew on the boiled water in the cup, drank it all, and suggested: "Drink two more glasses of water after completing the mission. The alien will also like his body to be well hydrated."

Erica stammered: "The Alien moves bricks, Magneto makes steel bars, and the Sentinel mixes cement... this..."

This is absolutely an indescribable operation. Erica believes that it is unique. She is afraid that the lenses of the countless satellites monitoring this place in the sky might be broken.

"Don't worry. Among all the people working hard, Eric is the most skilled. Did you notice? Don't doubt his superb attainments in civil engineering. He is the one who built a steel island in the sea with his bare hands. Now he can easily lead the construction of a super skyscraper."

The key point is that this small steel island is still legal as the headquarters of the Brotherhood, and it is the legal qualification that Magneto "bought" with money.

You see, if they can even build an island and calculate the island structure, sea water buoyancy, and building layout on the island in one go, then it should be easy for them to be called by Duva to build a building, right?

Duva also sighed from the bottom of his heart that Magneto is indeed an all-round talent, and his adaptability to various occasions far exceeds that of Professor X.

"Before, the conditions were not ripe and there was no need to rebuild," Duvall said. "Now the time is ripe and it has reached the point where it has to be demolished. The impact when Reynolds attacked Magneto destroyed the load-bearing wall, making this building, which was about to be demolished, completely uninhabitable."

"You don't have to hide it in front of me. You just think that with Magneto and the Sentinel, these two people can complete the construction of a super building." Erica felt that her three views were a little exploded, especially towards Magneto, she had a new understanding.

"When people think of Magneto, they think of him as a bunch of metal blasting people around, but he's also a civil terminator."

In just a short while, the super building has already taken shape.

As for cooling the steel bars and concrete, the Sentinels can also perform freezing breathing and use energy to repeatedly flush certain parts.

After a while, Magneto flew down with a gloomy face and looked at Duva coldly: "I have already met the conditions you proposed. In addition, if you ask me to do this kind of thing again in the future, our relationship will end here."

"I saved your life, so it's not too much for you to help me build a building. Besides, you can see that I really need a building as my headquarters. I can't always live in the original shabby building."

Duva said calmly: "Besides, there won't be a next time. I won't allow anyone to wantonly destroy my building - the Super Building. They will die in my hands before they can do anything."

Magneto's expression became even more gloomy: "Anyway, kid, I want to thank you for this time - I have never expressed my gratitude to someone so solemnly. What surprised me even more was that you actually parasitized me with the alien while I was asleep."

Building a house is not the problem, parasitism is the problem.

Although Magneto was mentally prepared, considering the several times he had dealt with Duval, he believed that Duval should be a man of principle and dignity.

Magneto had a glimmer of hope in his heart, thinking that such a trustworthy person should not take advantage of others in distress.

Turns out he guessed wrong.

Magneto seriously overestimated one thing: the moral standards of the damn Duva when facing a high-quality host.

Moreover, this host is Magneto, who is unable to use magnetism and whose body is only one or two times stronger than that of a mortal.

"Eric, we are friends. And please don't speak in such a tone. It will easily give me the illusion that you are taking a risky attempt to bet on what will burst out of your pants."

Duval's expression did not change at all. He knew that Magneto wanted to kill him at this moment. If he couldn't kill him, he would make a plan to get rid of the young body so as to make a sufficient action evaluation.

For such a proud person, being parasitized by alien larvae is undoubtedly a huge insult.

Therefore, Duvall has shifted all his attention from Reynolds to Magneto, and is always monitoring Magneto's overall condition. Once Magneto makes any bad move, he will use the alien larvae to stop it immediately.

"I have to do this. Don't forget, no one can be sure whether the hallucinations in your head have been cleared up. What if there are new psychological hints that you haven't discovered, and you wake up and go berserk again, what should I do? If I were you, what would I do?" Duva looked at the gloomy old man in front of him.

"Then you should kill me instead of using the alien hatchling to control me!!" Magneto finally roared when he could no longer bear it. He had an urge to manipulate the powerful electromagnetic force and cut the alien hatchling out of his chest!

But as soon as he has this thought, the alien hatchlings in his body will find ways to stop him, mobilizing every nerve, every muscle, every bone in his body, including the hatchlings themselves that have replaced organs such as the heart and lungs, to reject the neural signals sent from Magneto's brain.

This is the embarrassment of a person who has been parasitized by an alien but whose chest has not been broken: the brain is still his own, and he can still issue commands to this body, but no one knows whether the nerve signals sent by the brain can be successfully received by other parts of the body; whether this "reception" was missed by the alien larvae due to negligence or silently approved.

Therefore, Magneto really wants to fight Duval with the possibility of mutual destruction, or at least fight the Sentinel who defeated him. At least he has the power to commit suicide.

As a result, the body becomes non-responsive.

As for forcibly controlling magnetism with only the power of the brain? Although it is difficult, Magneto wants to try.

"Eric, I know you want to use only your brain to control electromagnetic force. From the time you woke up until now, you have been looking for an opportunity to kill me."

Duva sighed, a little embarrassed: "Let's not talk about it first. My larvae already have your genes. What is the probability that they can forge the neural signals of your brain and complete the deception of your brain? I just don't want to do this to you. So, what will happen after you kill me? Cause the many aliens I deployed around the world to run wild, just like what you did in Westchester before? At that time, countless queens will secretly breed all over the world. What a negative impact it will have on mutants, I don't need to say more, right?"

Duval paused and said, "Besides, if I die, you will not survive. Being parasitized by my alien is one thing, but Reynolds has been watching this place. He will attack you faster than you can. You don't have Hoggs's ancient body to withstand his instantaneous explosion."

Magneto doesn't know any Hogs.

This guy might be an unknown person who left his name in history but was eliminated by history. Duva always knows a lot of things in the cracks of history and can dig out good things from the corners, Magneto thought.

"You survived a dangerous guy like the Master of Illusion, withstood Reynolds' attack, and are now conscious again - at least for now, but I won't be surprised if you go berserk again in the future. In addition, you were beaten half to death by Reynolds, and you couldn't actively use electromagnetic force. I used the alien to parasitize you, giving you a strong self-healing ability. Otherwise, no one knows whether you can wake up."

Duval spread out his hands. This was only Magneto. If it were someone else, he wouldn't waste time talking and would just use force.

Magneto sneered: "According to you, I should thank you?"

"You're welcome. Consider it a settlement of the construction costs. It's not easy to use magnetism to get me so many construction materials." Duva said.

"Enough! I will not obey your orders. I have more important things to do!! Charles still needs my protection, and the great cause of mutants still needs me!" Magneto flew into the sky in a rage. He hadn't been so angry to the point of going crazy for many, many years.

Reynolds cast a concerned look, his muscles tensed, ready to launch a critical attack on Magneto at any time. He has already established a psychological advantage over Magneto and really wants to beat Magneto again to satisfy his addiction.

"Boy, you won by luck last time. If I were sober, I would never reveal such an obvious flaw and let you use alien blood against me."

Magneto suppressed his anger and issued a terrible warning to Reynolds who was eager to try: "Now, I also have alien blood. I have the physique and extra genes that you have."

After saying that, he flew away quickly without looking back.

Magneto really didn't want to look at Duval any more, he was so annoyed.

"Just let him go? Don't listen to his nonsense, I can kill him." Reynolds approached Duva.

"If you can kill him, can you kill Professor X as well? Use your brain and think about it. Either you break with the vast majority of mutants in the world and kill all the X-Men now, or you don't do it in the first place."

Do you want to kill the X-Men? Don't forget that the unconscious Professor X is accompanied by Jean Grey.

If we don't take action against the X-Men now and only think about dealing with Magneto, we will be in big trouble when Professor X wakes up.

Duval carefully evaluated his own mental defense capabilities. Considering the overall strength of the alien army, he should not be able to perfectly resist Professor X's mind control.

"Besides, what makes you think that Magneto can escape my control by leaving on his own? I just don't want to force him to do anything, not that I can't! It won't be too late to ask him to take action when we encounter a strong enemy in the future." Duval shifted his gaze and admired his new building.

Reynolds still couldn't understand: "What if he goes crazy again?"

Duval glanced at Reynolds with concern: "That was just my excuse to persuade Magneto, just an excuse."

Even if there are still psychological hints left in Magneto's brain, it is a ticking time bomb, but don't forget...

There is now an extra brain in Magneto's chest.

Once one brain is caught, unless a second Illusion Master appears and pulls the second brain into the illusion as well.

Or someone like the Master of Illusion, who controls both brains at once from the beginning.

Otherwise, the two brains could perfectly well cooperate with each other and get rid of the illusion.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 62 Yes, we have an ally who can perfectly counter the aliens

Chapter 62 Yes, we have an ally who can perfectly counter the aliens

Magneto left with a rage as his heart soared. He tried hard to recall his recent fragmented memories and suddenly remembered that the Sentinel - Robert Reynolds, seemed to be the person that Duval asked Professor X to find at the joint summit.