“Lord Satan, the statistics are out…”
At that moment, a demon with dragonfly wings and compound eyes flew in from outside the hall. He knelt on one knee and carefully reported:
“The total number of casualties and missing is approximately 139,999, including the commander of the 8th Legion, Lord Baimon, and 6 other commanders… Puff!”
Before the dragonfly demon could finish speaking, Marduk Curios punched his head, causing it to explode.
Immediately, an enraged roar echoed through the magnificent hall.
“Send down the order, no matter the cost, bring that rebellious son, Daimon, back to me. I will make sure he knows how miserable the consequences are for betraying me!!”
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A small country in Europe.
Top of Mount Wandagg.
Inside the Dark Temple.
A figure in disarray appeared in the temple, none other than the black wizard Necrodamus.
However, the one truly controlling him at this moment was Karl.
That's right, this was the real reason Karl didn't let him die at the scene of the Truce Agreement.
Previously, when Karl was looking through Necrodamus's memories, he unexpectedly found some information about Wanda.
This so-called Cult of the Dark Followers was attempting to use the complete Darkhold as a medium to open a special passage between Earth and the Shimmering Realm, helping the God of Black Magic, Chthon, to descend upon Earth once again.
To be honest, when Karl saw this news, he was genuinely shocked.
You must know that throughout the entire Marvel Universe, apart from super大佬s at the Bug level like the Living Tribunal and the Four Cosmic Entities.
Chthon can definitely be considered a powerful existence in the first echelon of the Multiverse level.
Simply put, this is someone Karl absolutely cannot afford to provoke at this stage!!
No, not only can Karl not afford to provoke him, but even those Dimension Demons who are usually so arrogant can't afford to provoke him either.
Even if Dormammu, Cyttorak, and Mephisto were all added together, they still wouldn't be enough to fight Chthon alone.
Yes, the difference is that big.
The only one who can compete with Chthon is probably the Trinity of Vishanti.
So, if the Cult of the Dark Followers really succeeds, then Earth… no, the single universe where Karl is located will be completely reduced to Chthon's plaything.
At that time, even if Karl abandons his physical body and returns to the Warp, he will still be unable to protect himself.
But fortunately, he discovered this matter early.
Moreover, he now has two pages of the Darkhold fragments in his hand.
In this way, as long as the Cult of the Dark Followers does not defeat Karl and take away the two pages of the Darkhold fragments from him, their plan will not be able to take shape.
But what really made Karl unable to tolerate was that these heretics were actually planning to attack his beautiful and obedient Wanda?
They even wanted to make Wanda the vessel for Chthon to descend upon Earth?
Damn it, I think you guys are really seeking death.
It was for the above reasons that Karl finally decided to use Necrodamus to return to the Cult of the Dark Followers.
To try to find out more information about the Red Slayer, and to divert the conflict between Heaven and Hell to this organization.
In short, you heretics are doomed!!
Soon, Necrodamus, controlled by Karl, was led by a middle-aged witch in a dark blue cloak to the leader, Morgan le Fay.
She was sitting on a stone chair, using magic to look through the Darkhold floating in the air.
“Necrodamus, how is it? Did you get that page of the Darkhold fragment?”
Morgan le Fay closed the Darkhold and slowly turned her gaze to Necrodamus.
But the next moment, as if she had noticed something, her pupils suddenly contracted, and a look of alertness flashed across her face.
“I'm sorry, Lord Morgan, the mission failed!”
Just as Karl was controlling Necrodamus, pretending to be uneasy, preparing to deceive her with a pre-arranged lie.
He didn't expect Morgan le Fay on the opposite stone chair to suddenly attack without warning.
Releasing a purple lightning bolt from her palm, instantly blasting Necrodamus's body into a cloud of blood mist.
The huge noise immediately attracted the attention of the guards in the hall, and several witches rushed over with vigilance.
“Lord Morgan, what happened? Did that Necrodamus betray the cult?”
“It shouldn't be.”
Morgan le Fay shook her head with indifference, “His mind should have been controlled by someone using mental magic, so I just sensed two souls in his body.”
“How could this be?”
The witches looked at each other in dismay upon hearing this.
After all, the spiritual power of wizards is known to be strong, so they have strong resistance to most mental magic.
And they also know Necrodamus's strength very well. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be easily controlled, right?
Could it be…
One of the witches, as if thinking of something, cautiously said: “Lord Morgan, do you think it could be the Ancient One who did it?”
“It's not impossible.”
Morgan le Fay thought for a while and ordered: “Notify the other members to be careful in their actions recently. Two consecutive plans have failed. This is obviously not normal…
I suspect that someone may have noticed our existence and intentions.”
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Sokovia.
Karl, who was sitting on the Golden Throne generating electricity, suddenly showed a strange expression on his face, “Discovered so quickly? Does this woman named Morgan le Fay also have mind perception abilities?”
Although the plan to gather information failed, it was not without gain.
At least Karl saw Morgan le Fay's true strength.
It is no exaggeration to say that her strength is even stronger than the Ancient One when she borrowed Dormammu's power.
In addition, the Darkhold in her hand also aroused Karl's great interest.
In this way, Karl had to formulate a more stable plan to deal with this group of Cult of the Dark Followers members.
“Let them live a few more days to help me collect as many of the remaining Darkhold fragments as possible.”
A wicked smile appeared on Karl's face, and then he sorted out his thoughts and began to take stock of his gains in this incident.
First of all, the most important thing is the soul.
In this operation, a total of 3 high-level souls that can be directly used to create Greater Demons were harvested, as well as nearly 7,000 elite demon souls.
It can be said to be the largest soul harvest in the history of the Warp.
Nowadays, compared to ordinary human souls, Karl obviously prefers these demon souls.
Because these demon souls full of dark energy can be directly refined into new Warp demons by the Four Chaos Gods without much effort.
I believe that after this replenishment of troops, the Warp's military strength will also take initial shape.
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“This time, so many elite troops have been lost. I think Marduk Curios will be badly hurt, right? With this lesson, he shouldn't cause any more trouble in the short term…”
Karl was very satisfied with this operation he personally planned.
This time, he severely scammed the Hell Lord Marduk Curios, weakening the strength of a major enemy to the greatest extent.
Thereby laying an important foundation for future attacks on the Hell Dimension.
I believe it won't be long before.
It will be the moment when he… no, when the Four Chaos Gods and Marduk Curios face off head-on!!
In addition, he also harvested an "artifact" specially designed to restrain angel-like creatures, and a page of the Darkhold fragment… Oh, yes, and the whereabouts of most of the other Darkhold fragments.
The Reputation Value has directly soared to more than 10 million in less than a day, and the strong momentum of increase has not shown any signs of weakening. It should not be difficult to break through the 20 to 30 million mark in the future.
Finally, he has gained two… no, if you add the succubus who likes to flirt with him, he should have gained three capable subordinates.
There is no need to mention the Hellstorm siblings. Nowadays, they have no way to retreat and must forcibly bind themselves to Karl's big ship to be safe.
As for the dwarf blacksmith Regner, his joining directly fills the huge gap in the mysterious side of the Warp Group's weapon research and development department.
In the future, he will inevitably push the equipment of the Thunder Warriors to a new height.
So, in Karl's view, in a sense, this dwarf blacksmith is his most valuable gain this time!!
Winning big.
This time is really a big win.
“Next, it depends on whether Tzeentch's plan in Egypt can proceed smoothly… If everything goes well, the Egyptian pantheon will be the first target to be swallowed by the Warp!!”
Karl smiled slightly, and a look of anticipation flashed in his eyes.
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In the sanatorium affiliated to the Warp Group.
Logan Howlett was sitting in front of Professor X's hospital bed, vividly telling the latter about the fantastic journey he had personally experienced during the mission these days.
“Charles, you absolutely can't imagine Karl Mala's true identity?”
Without waiting for Professor X on the hospital bed to speak, Logan Howlett couldn't help but throw out the answer first, “He is actually a Dimension Demon… can you believe it?”
“Actually, I was skeptical about this at first, but slowly I accepted this fact… especially after I personally witnessed wizards, demigods, half-demons, angels, demons,
and dwarves from other countries who are as strong as hills, etc., these mysterious creatures that should have existed in children's books,
I realized that there are so many more bizarre existences in this world than mutants.”
On the hospital bed, Professor X quietly looked at his old friend who had been talking non-stop since he came to the ward, with a look of contentment on his face.
And on the chest of the white hospital gown he was wearing, he was still wearing the badge that Frank gave him, which could effectively suppress the runaway of his mental power.
In this way, he no longer had to rely on the sedative effect of tranquilizers to forcibly put his brain into a crash state, thereby suppressing his frequently out-of-control abilities.
To be honest, for the current Professor X, he doesn't care at all whether Karl's true identity is a Dimension Demon.
After all, he is almost a hundred years old!
He has long lost the ambition he had when he was young to provide a stable living environment for mutants.
Years of chronic illness have made his body withered, and it is unknown how many more days he can live.
So the only thing he can't let go of now is the issue of Logan's destination after he dies!
In the past ten years of his life on the run, he felt that he owed the other party too much…
If Logan hadn't taken care of his daily life, one shit and one pee (literally), and relied on driving a taxi all day long to maintain the livelihoods of the two, he probably wouldn't have lived for even a week.
Therefore, Professor X eagerly hoped that the other party could also have a warm and happy ending after his death, at least not as bleak and cold as in the past…
And during the few days that Logan Howlett was out on a mission, he spent the most comfortable and pleasant week in this sanatorium since he fell ill.
Not only did different beautiful nurses feed him meals three times a day, but the male caregiver who was usually responsible for taking care of him was also humorous, witty and meticulous.
These warm daily routines produced a deep sense of nostalgia in Professor X's heart, and strengthened his idea of letting Logan stay here in the future.
Originally, he was still worried about how he could persuade this stubborn old wolf to stay here if Logan still stubbornly wanted to leave after he came back.
But now it seems that his worries are a bit superfluous.
Now, without his persuasion, the old wolf, who has always been known for his hot temper, has already developed an interest and sense of identity with this place.
Professor X was very gratified by this.
Because even without using his mental abilities, he could see that Logan was really happy now.
The messy beard like weeds can hardly conceal the childlike smile on the other party's face.
Professor X could hardly remember the last time he saw the other party laugh so heartily as he did now…
Perhaps, it should have been during the period when the X-Men had not yet perished?!
After all, only fighting can allow this old wolf, who is almost two hundred years old, to regain his youth.
So, Professor X quietly listened to the other party's story.
Whenever the story reached a thrilling point, he would even put on an exaggerated expression like a playful old child to match Logan's performance…
