Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 156 Praising the Emperor, Praising Magic (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Abandoning light and justice?" Casillas seemed amused, a smile spreading across his sinister face.

"What is light? What is justice? And what is darkness?"

"Modu, I was once like you, taking light and justice as my faith, as the only thing in my life, until I discovered that they were just fabricated lies."

Perhaps Kaecilius felt the outcome was already decided, so even though he had Mordo and the king surrounded, he didn't rush to attack, but instead started talking at length.

Wang's eyes flickered slightly, and seeing Casillas's appearance, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that he and Mordo were no match for this group.

Delaying is the best approach.

As for Mordo, he didn't think anything of it; Casillas's words would be considered blasphemy to him.

Anger flashed across his dark face as he stared intently at Casillas and growled, "Casillas, you have blasphemed the holiness of light, blasphemed the Venerable One, and blasphemed all the mages who sacrificed themselves for the protection of peace."

"You have desecrated their nobility, yet you still stand here prim and proper."

The enraged Mordo even wanted to fight Casillas and eliminate the traitor.

Casillas knew that Mordo was stubborn.

However, it is only when such a person betrays that those so-called righteous mages and so-called supreme beings suffer even more.

So Casillas wasn't angry. Instead, he shook his head and said something that made both the king and Mordo change color.

"You don't really think the Ancient One was that great and selfless, do you?"

"Did she tell you that she pretended to be a guardian of justice, but secretly drew upon the power of darkness?"

""

This news broke not only Mordo's composure, but even the usually composed King couldn't hold back his emotions.

He had been leaning against Mordo, but now he suddenly turned around and stood next to Mordo, facing Casillas directly. Staring at Casillas, he said in an icy tone, "Casillas, you betrayed the light and turned to darkness, and now you're shamelessly defaming the Supreme Venerable."

"She was your mentor and protected this world for 700 years. For those 700 years, she prevented the earth from being invaded by those damned things."

"Your family, loved ones, and children have all benefited from this."

Although Wang did not share Mordo's obsession with justice, his respect for the Ancient One was second to none.

He knew very well that the seemingly sacred and lofty title of Master Supreme was something that the Ancient One had earned through 700 years of perseverance.

Who can fight against evil for 700 years straight?

Among them are many powerful beings, some even as strong as Dormammu.

Yet, this great guardian was slandered by the very disciple she had personally taught and on whom she had placed her hopes.

Casillas fell silent after hearing what the king said.

Instead of feeling ashamed, he burst into maniacal laughter: "Hahahaha, beneficiary, mentor?"

"Well said, Your Majesty."

"You're right, she was indeed great, but it was precisely that greatness that made you, and even I, never think of questioning her."

"Nobody would believe she would do that."

"But."

Casillas abruptly stopped at the end, his manic laughter abruptly ceasing. He gritted his teeth and roared, "But she did it."

"She once told me that darkness is evil, that darkness will devour everything, and that it will bring misfortune and destruction."

"I once said that eternity is a kind of spirit, a beacon, but I don't need this virtual thing."

"I want my lover, my children to live, I want to have eternal life, she deceived me."

"She was too weak. She was the great Sorcerer Supreme, but her body was only that of a mortal. She was dying, and she was afraid of death, so I saw with my own eyes that she was drawing on darkness to prolong her life."

Casillas's roar was deafening, every word and phrase resounding.

This left King Mordo speechless.

The two looked at Casillas in disbelief.

He was particularly swayed by the latter.

The silence between the two men made Casillas laugh again. He opened his arms and shouted loudly.

"Look at you all, I was just like you are now."

"She preached and emphasized that darkness is evil and destruction, but she fell into darkness and pursued darkness. She is a fraud."

""

"And I have witnessed what true greatness is. Dormammu, the Lord of Darkness, the Great Ruler, he is eternal."

"Join us, join the darkness, let's tear apart that woman's disguise together."

Casillas looked at the two of them with genuine sincerity.

But all that responded to him was his resolute gaze and expression.

"Okay, you hopeless idiots, just die with your so-called faith and loyalty."

Casillas sighed.

He raised his hand and stared at the king mockingly, saying, "Stop thinking about your magical beacon. The moment you stepped into this city, you were completely isolated."

After saying that, he waved his hand.

In an instant, the battle began.

In the office, the beautiful and charming Nydy was wearing an off-shoulder T-shirt and shorts, with slippers, looking like she was at home.

Leaning back on the soft sofa, legs crossed, leisurely browsing through a tablet, looking at portraits, resumes, and final evaluations of various individuals.

This is her future member of the Grey Knights.

As the commander of the battle group, she had to oversee each and every one of them.

Her boss had already screened the candidates once, and finally handed over the final approval authority to Nydy, which made Nydy feel that she had taken on a heavy responsibility.

This must be taken seriously.

Although she looks rather lazy and not very serious right now.

As I flipped through the pages, I was evaluating the information in my mind while listening to Jennifer's chattering voice in my head.

"Believe me, this handsome guy has to be selected. Look at him, a standard American white muscle man, a leader above, he's actually 193cm tall, that height is enough to play in the NBA."

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"This one's good too. She's really beautiful, and she's from Ethiopia! Where is that?"

"Um, this won't do, it's a bit too dark, oh my god, although I'm not racist, but you know, honey, I prefer someone a little fairer."

"Look at this. He served for 6 years and perfectly executed 32 classified missions. It's a pity he was discharged because a bullet pierced his bone and caused damage. But he is a hero. We can heal him. Magic is omnipotent. Praise be to the leader. Praise be to magic."

Listening to Jennifer talking about a beauty pageant, Nydy couldn't help but roll her eyes: "Please, we're selecting members for the Grey Knights, and they're among the best in the evaluation."

"And you're discriminating against people of color, Jennifer, which is not allowed here."

"And why have you stopped learning magic?"