Alien

Chapter 61 Magneto Seriously Overestimates Dewar's Conduct (Eight Thousand)
After Casillas, the chief assistant chief secretary of the supreme mage, mage Modu couldn't understand Gu Yi's approach.

Isn't Kama Taj's duty to monitor all spatial fluctuations on the earth, and to closely monitor all elements of other worlds?

Now, on Dewar's side, a guy with the power of another world has obviously appeared, and he is so powerful that he can even defeat Magneto—well, Mordo doesn't think he will lose to Magneto, but he evaluates Reynolds' combat power and finds it very tricky.

It can emit energy from a long distance, and can fight in close combat. At present, except for mental defense, it is still unknown, and there is really no shortcoming in other aspects.

But Karma Taj's mages are different, almost all of them are mortals, so when fighting, it is often necessary to carefully consume some mana to add some magic defense to oneself.

The stronger Reynolds is, the more uneasiness Mo Du will cause. As the supreme mage, Nagu Yi should go out early, examine Reynolds' power source in person, and make sure that there are no invaders from other worlds before returning.

But Gu Yi didn't, she just sat here, didn't do anything, she didn't know what she was doing.

Modu really wanted to ask, but seeing Gu Yi who had closed his eyes again, he hesitated for a while, and finally exited the temple respectfully, deciding to continue his mission and look for Casillas.

"Master Modu, I didn't see Wang, where did he go?"

When Mordo passed by a special training ground, a dum greeted him.

"Same as me, doing the same thing, the action against black magicians must not stop." Modu looked at the group of guys who looked exactly the same in front of him, paused, hesitated, and really didn't know how to face these dummies.

"I can go too, I am already a qualified magician."

"Oh, just rely on the performance you uploaded to my memory? Let's go to the circus. I know a family that is distressed by the lack of excellent monkeys."

"Shut up, don't forget our identities, we are agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.! It is our duty to maintain world peace..."

"Retired agent."

A large group of Dumbams with different personalities quarreled.

No one knows how many memories of clones exist in the heads of these people at the same time. The current dispute may also be deliberately pretended, Mo Du thought.

Anyway, he is not good at dealing with these "geniuses" handpicked by Gu Yi. In terms of magical aptitude, few of these guys are excellent, and most of them even seem to be a bit difficult to receive the magic particles passed by Emperor Weishan.

It can only be said that the large number, good willpower, and strong execution ability have won the favor of Gu Yi.

"The supreme mage obviously doesn't need such a large number of ascetic monks...he is still such a poor half-ascetic monk." Because Modu couldn't figure it out, he felt more and more that the supreme mage deserved to be a supreme mage, and his thoughts were unfathomable.

Mordo didn't have dum bombs, whatever these guys said they didn't agree with.

Just kidding, every ascetic monk in Karma Taj is an elite mage who needs to be carefully protected. It is impossible to fight until the critical moment of the world war and the earth is about to be swallowed by a different-dimensional demon god. Their task is to stay in Karma Taj to study magic.

Through the portal, Mordo appeared on the streets of New York.

The supreme mage's thoughts are unpredictable, maybe this is the gap between him and the ancient one, so it is more useful to beat the black mage.

Wearing a weird hood, he walked on the street, accepting the scrutiny of the hurried citizens without changing his expression.

After seeing him, many people immediately changed their expressions, their eyes showed caution and fear, and they avoided him from a distance.

Modu knew that this must be because the war that broke out in Westchester had an unprecedented impact on ordinary people in modern society. As the core area of ​​the war, New York City, where tens of thousands of people died, has long been panicked.

Of course, there must be no shortage of fanatical individuals who worship power extremely. Modo knows without thinking, maybe there are already many militant or security-seeking people actively looking for Dewar, hoping to be parasitized by aliens and become a member of superhumans.

"It's really pitiful, these mortals... But they don't know that this is just a war in the mortal world. Once the demon gods from different dimensions break in, there will be more than this number of people who will die."

Modu felt sad. His character was very paranoid and he was extremely jealous, but he also had compassion for these mortal beings. Casillas was roughly like this before he took refuge in Dormammu.

The death of 50 million people now has greatly shocked the whole world and made everyone tense up. To be honest, if it rises to the level of a dimensional war, it will determine the fate of billions of people around the world. Now this casualty is really insignificant.

"Cassilias, I want to see where else you can hide..."

There was a cold light in Modu's eyes, and he immediately broke into a black mage's stronghold.

As long as these guys dare to use magic beyond the limit, they will be like fireflies in the dark, emitting a faint luster, twinkling and twinkling, and will be detected by Kama Taj immediately.

Modu broke in, looked around, saw that there were bloodstains and severed limbs on the ground, and vigilantly checked all traces with magic.

He very much hoped to meet Casillas, because Casillas at this time was definitely the weakest moment. He had a big fight with Loki's opponent with magic, divine power, super body and brain, and owed countless debts. At least he would have to lie in bed for a few weeks.

Modo speculates that Casillas may have high blood pressure, coronary heart disease, gastric ulcer and other symptoms now.

This is the result of Dormammu's carrying on it. If Casillas is allowed to repay the debt to Sithorn, the god of black magic, he will definitely be tortured by Sithorn.

Unfortunately, there is still no Casillas here.

Mo Du frowned slightly, with regret on his face, but in the next second, his eyelids trembled, confirming that someone had already entered here first.

However, in the fifth room in front, there are still a few fish that slipped through the net, and he can catch some people to inquire about the news.

"Alien??"

Modu turned his head suddenly, looking at the creature coming out of the darkness of the building with a look of astonishment, like an assassin blending into the shadow, silently, waiting for the opportunity to strike a fatal blow.

The mage watched from a close distance. These weapons of war, which have long been famous all over the world and coveted by countless people, slaughtered these black mages with extremely efficient means.

Glancing at the room in the distance, he also saw several strange-shaped corpses, and the horrible blood corroded the floor into big holes one after another.

"These aliens are just ordinary aliens, and there are many low-level aliens that crawl on all fours..." Modu slowly backed away until he retreated to the corner, focusing on the performance of these guys.

The research on the social structure of aliens is advancing in an orderly manner among major forces in the world. What is certain is that the social hierarchy of aliens is currently divided into three levels: queens, soldier ants, and worker ants.

Worker ants are the kind that crawl on all fours. They are the smallest in size, can spit out blood remotely, and have the weakest combat effectiveness.

"Go away, damn things, you should go kill vampires, why us!!"

The last black magician who survived was horrified and cursed. He raised his hand and shot black magic and instantly killed an alien. He hid far away, but was still splashed by a few drops of blood.

It was just stained with a few drops of blood, no one with a mortal body could withstand it, and the vast majority of superhumans could not withstand the blood that could corrode spaceships.

He wanted to escape, but was surrounded by several aliens, and was dismembered on the spot.

Modu frowned. This method of death was a bit cruel, but he would not accuse these aliens of doing something wrong.

"I should have reminded him before he died that his companions were unreliable and had mixed in with a vampire who had learned black magic, but we were indeed hunting down the black magician at the same time."

Accompanied by a clear voice, a tall woman came out. She was wearing a red tights. On her slender thighs, the light red stockings reached the bottom of her thighs, showing off unscrupulously; the long hem of her hips was thrown down, outlining a beautiful arc.

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

"This is the 'Mephisto's Hellfire' in demon magic. If you don't clear it up as soon as possible, your soul will eventually belong to Mephisto." Modu glanced at it, frowned, with a hint of disgust on his face.

What an evil magician, a group of villains who not only use black magic with huge aftereffects, but also dare to use the vicious spells of the great devil of hell!

"Mephisto... I don't know this guy well, I don't even know if this demon is real or not."

"All spells, even the lowest level of creating flames, use magic power from a specific magical entity. As long as he uses it successfully, it means that the entity referred to in the magic name is real."

Modu looked at the woman who was followed by the alien, with a look of indifference, his brows were frowned more tightly, and his face was ugly: "Are all the subordinates of Dewar who have lost their personality after being transformed, Erica Nakis?"

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

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

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

It's also fortunate that the alien larva in her chest has not been attacked and is well preserved, otherwise she really can't guarantee that she can still be alive now.

"I have sensed the alien in your body. You'd better be careful. If it is burned, you will lose your powerful self-healing ability and be killed by its blood." Modu stared closely at Erica's hollow shoulder, his expression extremely serious.

This is the first time that Modu has seen the alien larva parasitized into the human body with his own eyes. This thing is lying in Erica's chest cavity, blending with the surrounding flesh and internal organs. Like a human heart, there are some extremely subtle contractions, obviously breathing.

"...Don't worry about this. I will die for various reasons, but this is the only reason I won't die. People from Karma Taj have too few opportunities to deal with people like me, so they don't know us, but you will know sooner or later." Erica said.

Being parasitized by aliens is equivalent to acquiring genes at the same time. In terms of genes and genetic material alone, the fusion brought about by parasitic behavior is two-way. As long as there is Dewar suppression to ensure that the larvae will not parasitize, ordinary people will also have alien genes, possess super strength, super self-healing ability, and adaptability to corrosive blood.

The two talked at a distance of ten meters, and Modu stood alone, believing that he could solve all the aliens including Erica in an instant; Erica was full of fear of Modu, and deliberately kept a distance from him.

In the face of Modu's gaze cast on her shoulder, Erica didn't react at all. Both of them have been trained for a long time. Modu is the second in command of Karma Taj, and Erica, as a former guild killer and current alien host, has conducted intensive training on her spirit and thinking.

This will reduce vigilance and combat effectiveness, and it is absolutely impossible and absolutely not allowed to appear on a person who has reached the passing line of combat effectiveness.

"Is Casillas not here? We have detected powerful black magic fluctuations."

"Just a few minutes ago, he was still here. Not only you are chasing him, but we have also been chasing this guy, cleaning all the black magicians indiscriminately by the way." Erica pointed in one direction and showed several corpses to Modu.

To be honest, this job is not easy to do, because black magicians are generally more powerful, but they are mortals, and cannot be parasitized by aliens as superhuman hosts, so Erica received the order not to leave any survivors.

Fighting a vampire can still get a batch of blood aliens, but fighting the more difficult black mages has been losing money, and aliens continue to die.

The only consolation is that most of these aliens are messenger aliens that parasitize ordinary animals, and they are very suitable consumables. If there are casualties, Erica feels distressed, but Dewar thinks it is acceptable.

Even if he doesn't die here, Dewar will send these messengers to Asgard to join the war.

The most common messenger Alien is more than enough to withstand the temperature of minus one hundred to one thousand degrees above zero, and can fight on many planets with harsh environments.

Erica said: "After Casillas fought with Rocky, he ended up miserable. When I first arrived, he just came out of the toilet."

"That problem is indeed serious, so this stronghold is likely to be one of the toilets he prepared for himself..."

Modo felt that he could add another one to the many diseases that Casillas might be infected with: frequent urination.

A mage at the level of Casillas can solve the problems of cleaning and excretion with negligible magic particles, almost without paying any price, but even this, Casillas did not do it, but it shows that his physical condition is worse than expected, at least he has a big stomach problem, which must be dedicated to Sithorn as one of the prices paid.

There is no way to fix it with magic.

In the end, he opened the portal and ran away, also deliberately avoiding all forms of fighting.

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

"Cassilias is not an enemy you can deal with." Modu couldn't help but said.

Erica glanced at him in surprise and shook her head: "No one can escape unscathed after offending Dewar. Even if he is a first-class mage in the world, he must pay a painful price. This was doomed when he attacked Dewar. Moreover, the sentry can win the enemy I cannot defeat."

sentinel?It seems that this is the guy who masters the power of the different universe, and he is also the subordinate controlled by Dewar.

Modu looked at Erica who was going away, and paid more attention to these aliens.

"Dewar...dangerous element." Modu turned and walked into the portal, and began to search for the next black mage's stronghold.

……

Erica returned, sat on a strange shape, carefully cut the burning flesh and blood of herself with a blade, and saw countless strange shapes busy in the distance.

"It's Reynolds again. He showed his strength several times, and he has made this precarious building untenable." Erica shrugged as she saw a golden light beam rising into the sky and the ground shaking that followed.

Reynolds is restless for a moment, always looking for opportunities to test his great strength.

But when she got closer, Erica realized that she was wrong, and then suspected that there was something wrong with her eyes.

The two buildings that originally stood here, and the one where a group of dummies lived next door, have long since disappeared; the one that used to be their old nest has become riddled with holes after several battles. At this moment, the sentinel is holding it up with one hand, aiming at one direction and throwing it out fiercely.That stretched posture is almost like playing basketball.

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

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

"Well, maybe I came to the wrong place, I just went out to kill black mages and vampires, why..."

Erika murmured, seeing the sentinel fly back again.

She found that this guy is really amazing. He unleashes super speed and super strength non-stop. Last second he was frantically mixing cement with his arms. After seeing the cement mixer, he agreed, and the next second he appeared tens of meters away, punching the ground with his fists and tamping the foundation.

As a result, with this extreme speed display, countless afterimages of sentries appeared in the air, and each afterimage was working at full power.

No contractor could refuse such a man, absolutely not, and neither could Dewar.

More importantly, Erica saw an old man flying into the air with a very bad expression. He was manipulating countless metals from the air, easily pinching them into thick steel bars, stabbing them roughly into the ground, and placing them where they should be placed.

"Are you back? The mission was completed well, and another group of black mages were slaughtered. That guy Casillas should feel the pain this time."

Dewar glanced at Erica, symbolically blew on the boiling water in the cup, and drank it in one gulp. He suggested, "Drink two more glasses of water after performing the task, and the alien will also like his body to be well hydrated."

Erica stammered: "Alien moves bricks, Magneto makes steel bars, Sentry kneads cement...this..."

This is an absolutely indescribable operation. Erica thinks it is unique. She is afraid that the countless satellites monitoring here in the sky may break the lens.

"Don't worry, among all the people who are working hard, Eric is the most proficient. Have you noticed? Don't question his superb attainments in civil engineering. He is the one who created a steel island on the sea with his bare hands. Now it is easy to lead the construction of a super building."

The key point is that this steel island is still legal as the headquarters of the Brotherhood, and it is the legal qualification for Magneto to spend money to "buy".

You see, even an island can be built, and even the calculation of the structure of the island, the buoyancy of the sea water, and the layout of the buildings on the island can be done in one go, so it is easy to be called by Dewar to build a building, right?

Dewar also lamented from the bottom of his heart that Magneto is indeed an all-around talent, and his adaptability to various occasions is much better than that of Professor X.

"In the past, the conditions were immature, and there was no need to rebuild." Dewar said, "Now the time is ripe, and it has reached the point where demolition is not an option. 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 Sentinel, these two people can complete the construction of a super building." Erica felt that her three views were a little burst, especially for Magneto, and she had a new understanding.

"When people think of Magneto, it's easy to think of him manipulating a bunch of metal to bombard him, but he's also a terminator."

In just a short while, the super building has a preliminary outline.

As for the cooling of the reinforced concrete, the Sentinel will also freeze and breathe, and it is enough to repeatedly wash some parts with energy.

After a while, Magneto flew down with a gloomy face, and looked at Dewar indifferently: "I have already fulfilled the conditions you mentioned, and if you ask me to do such things in the future, our relationship will come to an end."

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

Du Wa said flatly: "Besides, there will be no next time. I will not allow anyone to unscrupulously destroy my building—the super building. They will die in my hands before they do it."

Magneto's expression became even more gloomy: "Anyway, child, I want to thank you for this incident - I have never expressed my gratitude to a person so solemnly, and what surprised me even more is that you actually parasitized me with an alien while I was asleep."

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

Although Magneto was already mentally prepared, considering the several times he had dealt with Dewar, he believed that Dewar should be a very principled and dignified man.

Magneto had a little fantasy in his heart, thinking that such a man of faith should not take advantage of others.

He guessed wrong.

Magneto seriously overestimated one thing: Dog Day's Dewar's moral standards when facing a high-quality host.

Moreover, this host is still a magneto king whose body is only twice as strong as that of a mortal, who cannot use magnetism.

"Eric, we are friends. And, please don't speak in such a tone. It's easy to give me the illusion that you are making a risky attempt, and betting on what is coming out of your pants."

Dewar's expression didn't change at all. He knew that Magneto wanted to kill him very much at this moment, but if he couldn't kill him, he would also make a plan to get rid of the larva, so that he could make a sufficient assessment of his actions.

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

Therefore, Dewar has shifted all his attention from Reynolds to Magneto, monitoring all the state of Magneto at all times, and once Magneto does something bad, he will stop it immediately through the alien larvae.

"I have to do this. Don't forget, no one can be sure whether the hallucinations in your head have been cleaned up. In case there are new psychological hints that have not been discovered by you, and you wake up and go berserk again, what should I do? If you are me, what should I do?" Dewar looked at the gloomy old man in front of him.

"Then you should kill me instead of using the alien larva to control me!!" Magneto finally roared unbearably. He had an urge to manipulate the powerful electromagnetic force to cut out the alien larva in his chest!
But as soon as he has this kind of thought, the alien larva in his body will try to stop him, mobilize every nerve, every muscle, and every bone in his body, including the larva itself that replaces the heart, lungs and other organs, and will reject the nerve signals from Magneto's brain.

This is the embarrassment of people who have been parasitized by aliens but have not broken their chests: the brain is still their own, and they can still issue orders to this body, but whether the nerve signals sent by the brain will be successfully received by other parts of the body, no one knows whether this "reception" was neglected by the alien larvae, or was approved silently.

Therefore, Magneto really wants to fight Dewar in a desperate way, and at least he has the right to commit suicide.

As a result, the body doesn't listen.

As for using only the ability of the brain to forcibly control the magnetic force?As difficult as it is, Magneto wants to try.

"Eric, I know you want to use only your brain to control the electromagnetic force, and you have been looking for a chance to kill me since you woke up."

Dewar sighed, a little embarrassed: "Let's not talk about it, my larva already has your genes, how likely is it that I 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. Then, after killing me? It caused the many aliens I sent to the world to go berserk, just like what you did in Westchester before? At that time, countless queens will secretly breed around the world, and it will have a negative impact on mutants, don't I need to say more?"

Duwar paused: "What's more, I'm dead, and you can't live. Being parasitized by my alien is one thing. Reynolds has been staring at this place, and he will attack you at a faster speed before you attack. You don't have Hoggs' ancient body, which can withstand his instant explosion."

Magneto doesn't know Hogarth.

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

"You survived the dangerous guy like Master Illusion, withstood Reynolds' attack, and now you're awake—at least temporarily, but I won't be surprised if you go berserk again in the future. In addition, you were beaten to death by Reynolds, and you couldn't actively use electromagnetic force. I parasitized you with an alien, giving you a strong self-healing ability. Otherwise, no one knows if you can wake up."

Dua spread his hand, this is Magneto, if it were someone else, he wouldn't talk nonsense and just use strong ones.

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

"You're welcome, just settle the construction costs. It's really not easy to get so many building materials for me with magnetic power." Duva said.

"That's enough! I won't 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 angrily, he hadn't been so angry that he was going crazy for many, many years.

Reynolds cast a concerned look, his muscles tensed, and he would launch a critical attack on Magneto at any time. He had already established a psychological advantage over Magneto, and he really wanted to fight Magneto again to satisfy his addiction.

"Boy, you were lucky to win last time. If I were awake, I would never show such an obvious flaw and let you use alien blood to deal with me."

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

After speaking, he quickly flew into the distance without looking back.

Magneto really didn't want to take another look at Dewar, he was so annoying.

"Just let him go? Don't listen to his nonsense, I can kill him." Reynolds moved closer to Dewar.

"If you can kill him, is it possible that you can also kill Professor X? Think about it, or break with the vast majority of mutants in the world, and act decisively now, and kill all the X-Men first, or don't do it from the beginning."

Want to kill the X-Men?Don't forget, the comatose Professor X is accompanied by Jean Gray.

If you don't do anything to the X-Men now and just think about solving Magneto, when Professor X wakes up, it will be a big trouble.

Dua carefully evaluated his mental defense ability. Considering the comprehensive strength of the Alien Legion, it should not have the ability to perfectly resist Professor X's mind control.

"Besides, what makes you think that Magneto can get out of my control if he leaves on his own? I just don't want to force him to do something, not that he can't! When encountering a strong enemy in the future, it's not too late to ask him to take action." Dewar shifted his gaze, admiring his brand new building.

Reynolds still couldn't understand: "Then what if he went crazy again?"

Dewar looked at Reynolds with concern: "That's just an excuse for me 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 cavity.

One brain has been recruited, unless an Illusion Master No. [-] jumps out and pulls the second brain into the illusion.

Or people like Master Illusion, who control both brains in one go from the very beginning.

Otherwise, the two brains perfectly cooperate with each other and get rid of the hallucinations.

(End of this chapter)