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Of course, to be honest, it is possible that Ancient One will be against him, because the power in Duval's hands is getting stronger and stronger. In theory, this is also the power belonging to the earth, but it has already had a substantial impact on the stability of the earth, so Duval keeps sending troops to fight for the Asgardians. This is also a path that can be changed at any time.

Even if the time really came to take action, Duva assessed the forces he could mobilize, and after much thought, he felt that it was not impossible to fight, but it was too dangerous, with too many unpredictable factors, and he would not do so unless it was absolutely necessary.

"Let me see, Ancient One, are you a man or a woman? If it's a female version, it's fine. If it's a male version of Master Yao, it means more trouble. I have to make more careful preparations for the future, and the development plan must also be revised."

After he confirmed with Ancient One, he should shift his focus from Earth to the outside world, at least to resolve the issues in Asgard.

To date, Duva has dispatched more than 10,000 troops, twice the number promised to Thor.

It's time to collect this debt. He has done so much for Asgard, and the Asgardians must repay him well.

(End of this chapter)

67. Chapter 67 Casillas’ death is the beginning of new troubles

Chapter 67 Casillas’ death is the beginning of new troubles

New York City, which was not peaceful to begin with, is gradually becoming chaotic. Gradually, people discovered that safety is guaranteed around the Weyland Building. When the aliens don't kill at will, wandering around at night is, in a way, the most reassuring guard.

Some guys who often use telescopes to observe the glass on every floor of the Weyland Building can often see alien figures flashing by, which further proves that aliens are actually scattered on every floor inside the building.

Gradually, some of Dua's admirers gathered their courage and considered settling down in the surrounding area.

Weiland also continued to hire construction engineering teams and began to build large-scale projects in the surrounding area - of course, it was legal, and these could be bought with money. Not to mention that with Dua's power, just asking for some of the surrounding land, some people would not dare to disagree, not to mention that Dua also had a lifespan that others could not buy with money.

Countless people are eyeing the alien, and want to obtain the alien, so as to obtain a stable output of secretions and develop longevity drugs, but unfortunately, no one has succeeded so far.

Even if they took the risk to hunt down a lone alien, even if they succeeded, they would not be able to capture it alive. They could only face the alien's desperate fight and watch many good fighters being corroded by the splattered blood and dying on the spot.

Capture alive? It is impossible to capture them alive. Unless Duva specifically gives instructions, the aliens will fight to the death, or commit suicide at the worst. There is no such thing as retreating or surrendering.

However, people gradually discovered that Dua's people, when hunting, showed a terrifying efficiency in capturing animals alive that far exceeded that of the past.

This is completely different from the past.

In the past, even when catching vampires, there would be blood all over the ground and broken limbs. In order to prevent the vampires from resisting or committing suicide, the aliens would always remove the vampires' limbs first and only bring back the living head and torso to parasitize them.

It is different now.

Because there was a spiritual master called Druid in Dua's camp, there was no need to worry as in the past.

When Erica and Daredevil walked out of the Wayland Building and were discussing how to find the Old Man with the Stick, they saw a neat row of people walking towards them, with only a few aliens scattered on both sides of the team to escort them.

"These are all vampires, right? How did they become like this..."

"Look at the fangs at the corners of their mouths. They must be vampires. Are they desperate and willing to surrender to Duval?"

"The eyes of these people look dull, as if they were frightened. I have never seen vampires like this before, and there are so many of them."

Many people whispered.

Thanks to Duva, the existence of vampires in this world is no secret. The citizens are not blind and they see the aliens that appear and disappear mysteriously in New York City every day.

Even gods and superhumans were frequently defeated and captured by Duva, so it seemed that the constant hunting of vampires was normal.

"This was done by the druid. Only he has this level of mental power." Erica took a look and said.

"Druid...a man who can control more than twenty vampires at a time. It seems that he worships Duva very much, otherwise he would not do such a thing as backstabbing his comrades." Daredevil whispered.

"This is nothing. You haven't seen him get even crazier. As long as Duva nods, he is even willing to control tens of thousands of humans, line up to be bitten by vampires, and eventually turn all of them into alien hosts." Erica said.

Daredevil's heart skipped a beat and his expression became serious.

Psychic abilities are hard to guard against, and the druid is actually a die-hard fan of the radical Duva. If a person like the druid is really allowed to do what he wants... He suddenly thought that the existence of Duva is itself a crucial shackle for these dangerous elements.

"Then the old man with the stick is also a vampire. If the druids target him..."

"That's why we have to hurry. In the eyes of the druids, vampires are only fit to be hosts for aliens," Erica said.

"You and he both listen to Duva, so why can't you cooperate? Let him use his psychic ability to find the stick man."

Erica gave Daredevil a strange look and said, "You still don't understand what I mean. For the Druids, the best way to solve the problem is to make everyone a member of our side, whether they are alive or dead."

Daredevil felt a chill in his heart.

Just as Erica said, the druid is working very hard now, even desperately.

No one could understand the excitement in the druid's heart - except Dua.

For a druid, even if he simply closes his eyes, he can feel as if he is in a sea of ​​flowers in a pure world. These are all pure consciousness, and the druid is deeply fascinated by all of this.

In order to let more people feel this beauty, the druids worked very hard to send everyone to see Dua.

That’s right, literally, it doesn’t matter whether you live or die. Even if you die, as long as you die with your chest broken, in the eyes of druids, this is also an important way to pursue the truth.

Isn't it a rare and supreme honor to be able to transform into pure consciousness and protect Dua?

The Druid believed this deeply and wandered around New York City with dozens of aliens, searching for the whereabouts of vampires.

During these days, Erica went to look for the Old Man with the Stick and the Supreme Sorcerer.

Druid is the perfect successor.

This makes the last group of vampires in New York City who have been hiding hard completely exposed. They are completely unable to resist the druid's mental ability, and will eventually "take the initiative" to go to the Wayland Building and contribute their bodies.

"The number is getting smaller and smaller. Why are there so few vampires in such a big city?"

The druid sensed everything around him, gradually becoming a little anxious. He longed to gain Dua's praise through his efforts—mainly praise on the spiritual and conscious levels.

If Duva hadn't suppressed him, he would have tried to transform a group of ordinary people into vampires and then let the aliens parasitize them.

"Hmm? Dark magician?"

The druid did find the black magician's base, but after all, the city was too big and had too many people. No matter how hard they tried to clean it up, there would always be people who would take advantage of the situation and launch new actions.

It’s okay to catch vampires, but as for the black magicians, just kill them.

The druid immediately attacked the stronghold, and was greeted by more than a dozen black magicians who were on high alert. The leader had a strange smile on his face, which gave the druid a feeling of extreme danger.

"Lord Casillas, this guy is the one who defected to Duva, and now he has almost cleared out all the vampires in New York." said a black magician.

Casillas is unwilling to play if he has a choice.

Casillas, who had just been lying in bed for more than half a month and whose men had been repeatedly beaten by Kamar-Taj and the aliens, had no choice but to take action. He looked at the druid in front of him seriously, paying special attention to the mental power emanating from the druid.

Of course Casillas knew about the Eternals, but because he knew that, he was even more curious about why the druids would do such a crazy thing as joining Dua and work so hard.

"Who are you?" The druid looked at Casillas coldly.

Casillas looked at the druid with a dangerous look: "A pilgrim who is seeking the truth. What about you, old man? A coward who escapes from the battlefield and lives in shame?"

"Are you worthy of speaking the truth?" The druid moved his eyes.

"Of course, since you can join Dua, why don't you join the great Dormammu? He will grant you eternal life, and make this world no longer full of regrets and despair, only eternity." Casillas said.

The druid looked at Casillas' expression and posture and felt somewhat familiar. After thinking for a moment, he remembered that he was like this when he mentioned Dua. More importantly, the truth that this guy was discussing in front of him was actually boring eternal life.

"I am already close to immortality, why should I seek immortality from Dormammu? Who is Dormammu? He is probably some bored and weak false god."

To be honest, the druids really don't know who Dormammu is. Even though he has been on Earth for thousands of years, he has only hunted down mutants the entire time. Under the leadership of Ajak, he never deals with other superhumans and avoids them whenever possible.

The druid looked at Kaecilius impatiently: "The things you are proud of are worthless in my eyes. How dare you, a fool like you, describe Dormammu with the truth?"

"You know nothing about Dormammu's power and greatness. You have lived on this planet for thousands of years, but you are at most a beautiful but old-fashioned canary." Casillas' eyes turned cold. "Then who should be the truth?"

"No doubt about it, Dewar."

"What is Duva? You are crazy. As an Eternal of noble birth, you are actually praising an ordinary human?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. You'll understand when you become an alien." A deep murderous intent flashed in the druid's eyes. He could accept being insulted, but he could not tolerate this bastard humiliating Dua. This grudge was too great.

For the pilgrims, the insult to their faith is a mortal enemy.

Casillas sneered and said, "I want to say the same thing. When you become one of us and I dedicate you to the great Dormammu, you will witness Dormammu's holiness and power with your own eyes. Don't thank me when tears well up in your eyes."

What he was interested in was not the druid itself, but the alien baby in the druid's body.

An incomplete alien without a broken chest may be the kind of alien that Dormammu needs.

But then again, druids themselves are extremely rare sacrifices.

If the Druid, a rare creation of the cosmic gods, could be offered together with the alien hatchling, Dormammu would definitely be very happy. Once he is happy, he would grant Kaecilius stronger power and ultimately advance the progress of the plan to devour the earth.

Casillas is now in severe pain all over his body and is not in good condition. He needs Dormammu to repair his body.

The two sides immediately took action and a fierce battle broke out in an instant.

The druid used his psychic power to directly invade Casillas' brain, but Casillas raised his hand and grabbed a black magician to block in front of him, and at the same time used his other hand to create an energy whip, which whipped the druid away, and the next second another black magic was cast.

One after another, black magicians were controlled by the druids and turned against Casillas, trying to interfere with Casillas' actions.

"It's useless. Even if you can control their brains, can you control the dark magic they use at will? In terms of dark magic, I am the second best on Earth, only slightly worse than the Ancient One."

Casillas laughed eerily, and immediately several black mists surged out of his body, blocking in front of him. They exploded instantly, knocking down several black magicians, and eventually spread to the entire stronghold, killing more than a dozen aliens.

The druid frowned, a look of caution appearing on his face, realizing that the guy in front of him was ridiculously strong.

After all, he had lived in seclusion for six hundred years, and had been away from the world for too long. What does six hundred years mean? Ancient One was not even six hundred years old.

Black magicians and aliens continued to die, and the smile on Casillas's face became more and more weird. He was suppressing the druids step by step.

"I just need to protect my brain. In the black magic, there are many magics that maintain the strength of the brain by causing pain. What's more, I can also use white magic."

Casillas put a shield made of golden lines on his head, blocking the druid's mental invasion again and again.

This made Druid realize that he was no match for Casillas.

The human in front of him, except for his relatively poor physical fitness, is better than him in almost every other aspect.

Even though he has a weak physical constitution, to put it bluntly, Casillas also possesses some powerful protective magic that can cast magic armor on his body.

After all, Kaecilius was once the chief disciple of the Supreme Sorcerer, and is now Dormammu's number one lackey. It is really not difficult to deal with a druid.

But the druid didn't think so. He didn't know much about Dormammu, nor did he know the importance of the Lord of the Dark Dimension. Even about the Ancient One, he knew nothing.

The more he fought, the more passive the druid became. The endless powerful magic was gradually blocking his living space and forcing him into a desperate situation.

Aliens died one after another in front of the druid, which made the druid extremely angry.

He watched helplessly as the terrifying chains formed by the interweaving of black magic and white magic pierced through the bodies of the aliens one after another and connected them together.

Normally, druids would soon become one of them.

But the next second, a terrifying golden beam of light fell from the sky, carrying with it enough power to shatter a city. Countless golden lightning bolts turned into thunderbolts and dissipated in all directions.

At this critical moment, the sentinels arrived.

"I flew over as soon as I received the order. Casillas, right? You damned fellow, Duva has been thinking about you for a long time. This time he gave me a death order, and I must kill you."

Reynolds floated in the air with an excited look on his face, looking down at Casillas.

Since defeating Magneto and the Eternals, Reynolds has been looking for opportunities to challenge more powerful opponents to determine his place in the Earth's food chain.

If he doesn't focus on fighting strong opponents, how can he prove that he is capable? If he doesn't prove that he is capable, how can he get the admiration and worship of the world? Without admiration and worship, Reynolds feels too painful and uncomfortable.

Reynolds looked around at the magic chains that pierced through many aliens. He sneered in a low voice, and his body shook violently. The golden energy beam spread out suddenly. He raised his head, his eyes had already turned golden, and he instantly shot out a powerful thermal vision, colliding the magic particles with energy and forcibly cutting off the countless magic chains.

"Robert Reynolds, the guy who defeated Magneto." Casillas frowned slightly.

He could see that Reynolds was not at the level of a druid and was very tricky.

The druid looked at Reynolds and communicated with his mind: "Why are you here?"

"Duva felt that you were in danger, so he ordered me to come and do the work." Reynolds explained.

If someone else heard this, they would not think there was anything strange about it. It was just that the subordinates on one side were in danger, and the superior urgently mobilized the subordinates on the other side to help.

But the druid heard it differently.

"I clearly didn't tell anyone, but he knew it... I understand. He is using the aliens to achieve instant perception and message transmission. This is the alien main body's collective consciousness."

Reynolds, who was standing next to him, glanced at the druid carefully, and felt that the druid's expression suddenly became very scary. It was an extreme madness of devoting one's whole body and soul to something and regarding it as a noble mission.

Reynolds was not good at dealing with this kind of people. He could not understand the druid's thought process.

But then again, most people can't understand the thought process of Reynolds, a somewhat neurotic guy.

On the contrary, whenever Reynolds looked at Casillas, he felt much more pleasing to the eye. At least he could attack him without restraint and it didn't matter if he was beaten to death.

Casillas was quickly assessing the situation.

How should he deal with these two guys? Druid is easy to deal with, but Reynolds is really hard to deal with and has almost no weaknesses.

Should he continue to use his most powerful magic to blast these two people into pieces? But his body has not recovered yet, and he may have to lie down for a while after the fight.

This will cause dissatisfaction among Dormammu because he has not done outstanding work for Dormammu for a long time.