Alien

Chapter 29 Dormammu: There are dirty things!

Originally, Dewar personally dispatched, just wanted to try what kind of step the alien born from the parasitic mutant race could do.

At least for now, it seems that there is no problem in mobilizing body energy.

"Normal aliens can heal themselves within tens of seconds after receiving skin trauma, while normal mutants can mobilize the energy of the whole body to quickly repair the wound after being injured."

Dua saw the mutant alien who was divided into two by Casillas, the energy glow visible to the naked eye emerged from the wound, pulling the two halves of the body closer to each other.

Normally, as long as the energy in the body is not exhausted, give it a little time, and it can slowly repair itself, which has a stronger self-healing ability than ordinary mutants.

"Body energy, or vitality can be captured. This is the power of genes. I'm not surprised. What about magic?"

Dewar looked at the black mage who was surrounded by layers of aliens and had been parasitized by face huggers.

Marvel's magic is all borrowed, but the alien can capture the high-quality genes in the host to become a part of the host, abolish the host's self-healing ability, and complete transcendence and replacement in a narrow sense.

Can such an alien replace the host and take over the magical debts of the host?
Dewar was very interested.

"Although I don't necessarily want to embark on the path of learning magic, if possible, multiple paths are also good choices." Dua rubbed his chin.

"Parasite... Do you want to follow the same path as me? You don't need to trouble yourself. With your strength, you can join us." Casillas knew Dewar's plan at a glance. Instead of getting angry, he showed a little more enthusiasm.

For a cold-blooded idealist, occasionally someone agrees with his ideas, but it can bring him a little comfort.

"It's different. I also know that my joining will make Dormammu more happy, but before that, I'd like to let my little cuties have a try first." Dewar dealt with it casually.

At this time, Casillas is simply a hopeless fan of brains. It is useless to talk to him about other things. He is very excited when he talks about Dormammu.

The two men were on the verge of breaking out, ready to strike at any time, but there was no further action for a long time, but Alien and other black magicians were killing in full swing.

Only the world where vampires are injured has been achieved. These poor guys desperately resisted, but neither black magic, aliens, nor blades are what they can resist.

Even if a new type of vampire, the Reaper, is dispatched, this pale thing is a biological weapon developed by the vampire family, whether it is a human or a vampire, the Reaper is not taboo.

But it's a pity that it's just this kind of thing. In the face of an enemy that requires quality and quantity, there is no possibility of escape, and it is finally chopped into pieces by the blade.

"This thing is really hard to kill. It seems that I have a new target." Blade pointed at the Reaper's mouth and said to Dewar, "This guy's mouth is a bit like your spider."

"I want to correct you. The 'spider' in your mouth is scientifically called a face-hugger. In addition, you compare my face-hugger with a defective product made by a defective product like a reaper, which is really hurtful."

While talking, Dewar took the time to glance at the corpse of the Reaper who was not afraid of silver or garlic, but only the sun.

This guy, Daofeng, didn't need to fight so hard, he could completely cooperate with the alien, and easily killed this guy, but he couldn't wait to rush up, presumably because he didn't want Dewar to have the opportunity to capture the Reaper alive for parasitism.

"Bad behavior, what a waste." Dewar commented unceremoniously.

Blade Quan pretended not to hear it, ignored the aliens around him, and stared at Casillas who was always calm: "Now you are left, magician. Just to remind you, your fighting skills are simply eye-catching. You have neither enough strength nor superb technique."

"Of course it can't be compared to you, vampire." Casillas said, "After all, you are just gadgets made by my master with black magic, and we are pilgrims following the master to find the truth."

Casillas admits that it is unrealistic for a black mage to compete with a vampire as gifted as Blade in terms of melee ability.

But that didn't stop him from despising Blade.

"I hate people saying that I'm a vampire. I'll carve my name on your body. By the way, what's your name?" Dao Feng made a knife and rushed over immediately.

"Go to Antarctica to calm down."

Casillas raised his hand and flicked it, creating a forward-moving portal, swallowing the blade in an instant, and disappearing.

"I wanted to remind him, but he is not a person who is good at listening to opinions. When he was guarding against my mind and gaining the upper hand, he may not realize that there is a reason why I have not done anything to you for a long time." Dua said.

This is the disadvantage of dealing with agents. The other party's mind is always thinking about things that have nothing to do with combat, so that it will affect their judgment at critical moments.

"Maybe he knows it well, but he has to do it before you." Casillas showed a strange smile on his face.

This world-renowned archmage obviously has a good impression of Dewar.

Dewar looked around, except for Casillas, only the black mage parasitized by the alien and another black mage were left alive.

"Cassilias, save me!!" The black mage was pinned down by a mutant alien, hoping to look at the only person who could save him.

"There is no harm in returning to Domamu earlier. You are one step ahead of me on the road to finding eternal life and truth." Casillas was unmoved.

The black mage was completely desperate, and watched helplessly as the shreds of meat protruding from the mutant alien pierced his neck.

Halos of light were produced, and the black mage's body was rapidly shrinking, and in the end, he was completely absorbed by the mutant race.

"...The improvement is not that big. Magic, an energy with a master, is really different from other energies." Dewar didn't hold much hope either.

He waited for the change of the parasitic black mage.

Until the alien successfully broke its chest, at this moment, the strange magic wave reached its peak, and then quickly weakened.

"Failed? Did Dormammu or Sithorn see through?" Duva touched his chin.

These two guys, one at the single-universe level and the other at the multi-universe level, wouldn't be surprised if they could see through the way of the alien Li Daitao's stiffness.

As Dewar predicted.

Dormammu did notice something was wrong right away.

"Something is stealing my power, and I still refuse to pay the price... Another guy who learned from the ancient one!!"

(End of this chapter)