Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 241 Androids Have Their Own Ideas (First Update)

"Are you sure that little bastard will do what you say?" Nick Fury asked Father Moru with increasing curiosity while waiting for the Quinjet to arrive. "I know your Catholic Church has its own armed forces. You know I'm not talking about those fancy Swiss Guards in the Vatican, but the Inquisition's armed forces." He asked, "Where did you get this information? Why haven't I seen any of your people? And how much do you know about that little bastard's organization?"

"This is what God instructed us to do. As for my brothers, they are all dead, killed by the devil's minions, and the boy was lost to us too." Father Moru took Nick Fury's flask, quite pleased with his single malt whiskey; his allowance couldn't afford anything too expensive. "And the reason I'm alive is entirely God's will," the priest slurred. "God didn't let me die so I could accomplish this—cut off the devil's schemes. As for the wizard who adopted Salomon Damonette, I don't know much about him, but I know the little fellow has gone astray."

"How so?" Nick Fury was very curious as to why this priest would speak of Salomon in this way.

"Because he learned magic! He abandoned his innate power, or rather, the wizard intentionally prevented him from exploring it. He should have been performing miracles, not foolishly chanting spells." The priest glanced at the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., then waved his hand dismissively. "Miracles, not magic. Miracles are instinct, a thought; he can do it if he wants to. He should have been bearing the sins of the world, not like this… Jesus, magic! Magic gained through selling himself!"

Okay, Nick Fury figured he couldn't understand the drunkard's rhythmic ramblings anymore, but one thing was certain: if the Quinjet didn't arrive, S.H.I.E.L.D. would be left with the scraps. This time, Nick Fury wasn't satisfied with the arms dealer Salomon had assigned him; he wanted to delve deeper, to learn more about the magical world. He couldn't remain a Muggle peering through frosted glass any longer.

On the other side, Salomon and the homunculus, riding on Pegasus's back, are tracking the Quinjet that is spewing fire in the air. The Spirit of Vengeance seems to be trying to shake off the arcane's pursuit, so Salomon has to make Pegasus fly into the clouds to avoid Ghost Rider's sight (if he really has eyes).

"Master, but Pegasus glows," the homunculus reminded him. Salomon was quite pleased with this suggestion. He loosened the reins with one hand, made a gesture as if turning a knob in the air, and Pegasus's brightness decreased by one level—actually, it was just a decrease in speed; the faster it went, the brighter Pegasus became. Now they were above the Quinjet, high above them, and Ghost Rider couldn't escape their and the homunculus's eyes, so slowing down was inconsequential.

"Cerace, do you think the little guy will call us?" Joan of Arc asked, a little anxiously holding the Cheshire Cat. The Cheshire Cat was very unhappy with its assassin outfit; it had tried to back away from the clothes more than once, but Joan of Arc had stopped it each time. Actually, Joan of Arc just wanted something to do, because the Cheshire Cat's pile of fat wouldn't allow it to take off its clothes by itself. Even if it bit the collar and hood, it wouldn't work; the fat on its chin wasn't so easy to deal with.

When faced with Joan of Arc's question, Bayonita pondered for a moment.

"Perhaps," she replied. "You just need to know that Boya is a boy who keeps his promises."

"Won't this hurt his pride?"

"Oh, my dear Joan, he's not some chauvinist. Do you think he wouldn't remember our menstrual cycle? Do you think he deliberately makes so many sweets every month during those days? He's just taking care of us. He's such a sweetheart; he's protecting your pride." Bayonetta leaned closer with a smile. "When did you become so concerned about him? Did his foster mother say something to you?"

"No! I promise I didn't!" Joan's ears turned bright red instantly. Although she tried to hide it, her short white hair couldn't conceal her emotions. Only the Cheshire Cat in her arms meowed in dissatisfaction, protesting that Joan was holding her too tightly and it wasn't comfortable at all.

"Shut up, you stupid cat. Whatever you say goes." Bayonetta picked up a magazine and flipped through it. She raised an eyebrow and looked at her best friend. "You just need to trust him. Also, Boya's virginity has to be mine. I really don't know how he controls himself during puberty. If he doesn't have all the normal physical reactions, sometimes I even doubt his sexual orientation. Besides, the Sorcerer Supreme is preparing to give us a winery in the south of France, including all the wine in the cellar, until his birthday..."

"Ceresa, he's not an adult yet!"

"It'll be soon." The witch's eyes gleamed mischievously. She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. "But I imagine Boya's first time will be incredibly passionate. You're not allowed to sneak away!"

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"Master, aren't we going down to help?" the android asked, looking at the fighting below. "Our target is over there, isn't it?"

"Our target is the incarnation of Mephisto, not that boy." The sorcerer had lowered Pegasus's altitude, allowing the winged horse to glide slowly, while simultaneously drawing up a cloud to obscure its form. The Ghost Rider's sudden arrival caught the mercenaries off guard, especially under the powerful machine gun fire of the Quinjet; the cars seemed to be being ravaged by giants. The Ghost Rider was delighted; even Salomon could hear his eerie laughter.

The Quinjet wasn't a fighter jet; even its machine gun ammunition was limited. Furthermore, Johnny Blaze remembered his target and was extremely careful not to injure the boy, causing many shots to miss. Ghost Rider's opponents were mercenaries, and even with the Quinjet's Hellfire enhancements, a few grenades were more than it could withstand.

"However, I don't mind using that boy as bait, as long as he lures out Mephisto's avatar." Salomon looked at the crashed Quinjet and the towering flames, and said, "But Ghost Rider is currently engaged in combat with them, and you might get caught in the crossfire if you go down. Just watch, if Ghost Rider fails, we can still intervene."

"But, Master, Ghost Rider has crashed." The android asked, puzzled.

"Ghost Rider doesn't die; he just turns back into a human. Vishanti, did this guy roll around in tar? Why are his bones all black?"

"Master, I think this is just due to incomplete combustion." The android carefully analyzed Ghost Rider's current situation. "But I believe that even with incomplete combustion, Ghost Rider's smoke will still have the advantage."

"Stop joking, Dinah. Ghost Rider doesn't get his energy from burning organic matter. He's not a generator."

"Master, do you think we could use Ghost Rider to generate electricity if we capture him? I've studied the structure of generators, and I believe we can build a small generator through Stark Industries. Ghost Rider is clearly a good source of renewable energy."

"Vishanti! What are you thinking?"

"If you don't like this option, I think we could also use Ghost Rider to heat the bathwater..."

"Oh my god, I shouldn't have let you go online. Okay, okay, Ghost Rider is down, the mercenaries are about to run away. It's your turn, Dinah, remember our objective."

"Yes, Master." The homunculus leaped from Pegasus, crashing heavily onto the road in front of a car with a deafening roar. The concrete beneath her high heels shattered into pieces. Unfazed by the oncoming car, the homunculus slowly drew her greatsword, preparing to attack. Dina's sudden appearance startled the mercenaries, but having just defeated the Ghost Rider, their confidence was inflated; they were confident they could run over even a dragon.

The android planted its giant sword in the ground, and the oncoming car sliced ​​it in two. Diana overturned the jeep that was following closely behind and pulled a semi-conscious boy in a blue down jacket out of the car.

This is the bait Salomon needs, that demonic being.

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(End of this chapter)