Volume 6: Secret Invasion Chapter 69 Everyone, I am going to invade a world. Guess who I chose to be my adjutant?
The atmosphere in the Star Castle today is unusually solemn. The passages that were open in the past are now tightly blocked. Not only is no one allowed to enter or leave at will, even the wanderers who have not yet joined the Star Club are not allowed to approach the blocks around the castle.
This scene undoubtedly means that something big is happening.
Outside the conference room on the top floor of the castle, a large number of Class B personnel were anxiously waiting for news.
The members of the A-level twelve-member council had been inside for twenty minutes, but this was obviously a closed-door meeting and no one dared to eavesdrop in the Star Castle.
They were all guessing what had happened, and some well-informed guys were rumored to be leading a development of the Beyond Grade A world, led by the Stars Society.
However, this statement was not recognized by many people . After all, the Stars Society had explored many Beyond Grade A worlds, but they had never seen such a scene.
And this statement itself has huge problems!
The Star Society is positioned as pioneers and explorers, and fighting has never been their job.
What do you mean by "the stars will lead the development"? Are you suggesting that the three great mentors will send everyone as soldiers to fill in the dangerous world?
Hey! This statement with a vicious metaphor is really despicable.
However, this rumor, which has always been unreliable, has become a cruel fact today. In the conference hall at this moment, twelve A-level members are sitting or standing beside a large round table. The warlock mentor in front of them has just finished talking about the grand development plan for the "Super Time Stream Multiverse N52 System Earth Code 41".
This name is a bit difficult to pronounce.
But it also has a simpler name. For example, Mason usually calls this world "Gotham World". Yes, it is the place where he was reborn.
"The invasion strategy has been submitted to the higher authorities and has been approved. The Cleaners have also made preparations for support. The three Conqueror Commanders and their 27 Cleaners are mobilizing their troops.
They will be our strongest support.”
The warlock wearing the starry sky mask placed one hand on the round table. He looked at the twelve people in front of him with a cold gaze through the hole in the mask. Needless to say, the six people under his command would definitely participate in this development.
His main focus is on the other six A-level members.
The veteran members under the Swordsman include "Steel", "Madness" and "Thousand Faces", the two substitutes under the Hunter include "Black Hand" and "Rakshasa", and finally the neutral "Thunder" wizard Shazam.
He was expecting to see one of these six guys raise his hand to join this great conquest. He was confident in the power under his command at the moment, but he still expected the other side's camp to collapse internally.
Unfortunately, no one responded for a full minute. It seems that the other two great mentors also have a good control over their subordinates.
“This is not in accordance with procedure!”
The hunter spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Since the birth of the Star Society, our duty in the entire organization has not been to fight. It's normal for you to draw A-level teams, but you also have to recruit 100 B-level teams and an unlimited number of C-level members.
Their fighting ability is no match for those of the Liquidators who are trained to kill. They are explorers and pioneers, and you are asking our core members to take on the duties and risks of soldiers.
Let me make it clearer!
Warlock, you are sending them to their deaths."
“That’s right!”
The swordsman also chimed in, slapping the table and saying:
"What have those B-level members outside seen?
Their average development level was at most a few laps in the A-level world, but this time it was a real invasion and war, and the target was still a super A-level world!
In terms of the power system of that world, if they could survive 24 hours after entering it all at once, they would be considered amazing. "
"What you said makes sense."
The warlock clapped his hands slowly, as if praising his two colleagues for their careful consideration, but the next moment, he changed his tone and said sinisterly:
"However, these are all instructions from the higher authorities, and I can only act according to the rules. If you two are dissatisfied, you can appeal to the Council through the forces behind you.
But time waits for no one, I hope you can hurry up."
After that, he looked at the twelve A-level members in front of him and said:
"I would like to remind you that this pioneering war has a subsidiary goal. A shameful traitor has appeared in the Star Society, and we need to capture him alive in the target world.
Of course, killing directly is also possible.
I think you all know who I'm talking about, so I won't emphasize the disgusting name here."
The warlock stood up suddenly, put his hands on the table, and said in a strong tone as if making a declaration:
"From today until the start of the pioneering war, I will be in charge of the entire operation. Now is the final registration time. If you are still unwilling to participate and be under my command, then after the war begins, any force that appears in the battlefield world without prior declaration will be regarded as treason!"
He stopped acting and looked directly at his two colleagues beside him, saying in a cold tone:
"Once discovered, kill without mercy!"
"Bang"
Can a swordsman bear this?
She slammed the table and stood up and scolded:
"Don't go too far! Mason Cooper is the Royal Honor Knight of Utopia. If you kill him, you're going against the entire Utopia!"
"Oh, you've named the traitor yourself."
The warlock sneered with a wry smile:
“I believe that His Excellency the Supreme Professor of the Hope Council would not be so lawless as to support a person who betrayed the goals of the institution and the great cause, right?
Even if he is indeed a mutant, so what?
He has that tattoo on his arm, so he is a member of the Star Society in life and a ghost of the Star Society in death! No matter how powerful Utopia is, it can't interfere with my command.
I just want to ask you one question, Liana, will you join the war?"
"bass"
The moment the warlock threatened the swordsman, the left hand of A-class member "Iron" Colossus turned into a flaming blade, while "Mad" Deadpool drew out the crossed high-carbon steel swords behind his back while cursing.
The mutants in the Dark Ages have always been very united and unyielding, and attempts to intimidate them usually end in bad results.
The last A-rank member of the Swordsman faction, Ms. Thousand Faces, reached out to stop the two of them. She had been silent and low-key all along, but now she took over the right to speak and said:
"Of course we will join the battle! Swordsmen will also join the battle, but the battlefield is ruthless and swords have no eyes. Sir Warlock, we are not professional soldiers and it is inevitable that we will get hurt accidentally on the battlefield..."
"Then let's see who is lucky enough to survive to the end."
The warlock sneered, not showing any fear.
He no longer paid attention to the incompetent and furious swordsman and turned back to look at the silent hunter. Ciri snorted, picked up his coffee and took a sip, then said coldly:
"You've already made such a big splash. If I don't join in, wouldn't it make me look like a coward? I'll join the fight too!"
"Bang"
"Black Hand" Morgan's red right hand, which was two times larger than a normal arm, clenched into a fist. The old mercenary stood up and slammed the table hard, then reached out and took off the starry sky mask on his face and crushed it.
He showed the arrogant and powerful smile that a cyber mercenary should have, stretched out his fingers and stroked the six A-level members of the Warlock faction one by one, and finally stroked his own neck.
It was full of malice and was tantamount to declaring war on the spot.
"I don't know how many of us fifteen people will be able to return to this room after this battle."
Miss Anna, the Rakshasa woman, said something in a gloomy voice. She stood up and said:
"Well, everyone, see you on the battlefield."
Three factions, three great mentors, and eleven A-level members have all made their choices.
The next moment, everyone's eyes fell on the white-bearded old man who was wearing a great wizard's robe and drinking tea with relish and was the farthest away from the round table.
"Thunder" Shazam seemed to be oblivious to all these looks. He slowly drank the tea in the cup, then looked up at everyone and finally revealed a kind smile.
"Bang"
A lightning-shaped staff appeared in his hand, and he tapped it lightly at his feet, sending out waves of trembling sounds that echoed.
He said:
"Everyone needs to work together to fight on the battlefield. How can an old man like me be absent? I will also join the battle..."
"Shazam! Think about it carefully."
The hunter took the initiative to remind:
"Is this your own idea, or are they behind you..."
"Don't you dare talk nonsense, Master Hunter."
The old wizard waved his hands and explained:
"I am just a lone man. Unlike you guys who have great backgrounds, I don't have any power. I just went there to join in the fun.
Really, I swear."
"very good!"
The warlock nodded in satisfaction.
He reached out and took out a war contract from his arms and placed it on the round table.
His name and that of his six subordinates had already been signed on it. The swordsman took the pen unhappily and wrote his own name on it. Then everyone took turns signing and sealing.
During this gap, the hunter suddenly asked in a low voice:
"According to the pioneering war model you applied for, you can also choose an adjutant from the organization to assist in command. I'm curious about who you chose?"
"You'll soon find out."
The warlock snorted. He certainly would not reveal his cards at this time.
As the war contract was signed, the tightly closed door of the conference hall burst open, and then a trembling elf servant walked out, holding a war announcement full of signatures and showing it to the B-level members outside the door.
The crowd went wild.
It turned out that the Stars Club was really going to take the lead in conquering a Beyond Grade A world.
This is fucking hell, and the quota for 100 B-level teams to participate in the competition is like a knife hanging on these guys' necks.
There are a total of 400 B-level pioneer teams in the entire Star Club, and one quarter of them will be drawn at once. Currently, registration is still voluntary, but if the team is not satisfied, there will definitely be compulsory conscription in the end.
No one wants to fight to the death, but now they have no choice.
This was especially true for the B-level members of the Warlock faction, who almost all signed the war contract with curses, but the B-level members had already calculated that at least three-quarters of them would not be implicated.
The war contract clearly states that once members below C-level receive a mobilization order, they must immediately report to the battlefield world, otherwise they will be treated as traitors and deserters.
Low-level personnel don’t even have the right to choose and can only serve as cannon fodder.
Things are going to change...
This rumor quickly spread throughout the Star Castle.
Some people who like to gossip have even deduced the shocking truth based on their own judgment that the three mentors are not in harmony and are planning to take advantage of this battle to decide the winner.
But unfortunately, in the face of major events, the last thing needed were these smart-aleck guys who couldn't control their mouths, so on that day, more than a dozen captains of B-class teams were charged with gossiping and were taken away by the execution team and sent to the front line...
Because of their "contribution", more than a dozen teams that did not want to be involved in the incident were able to escape disaster.
That's great.
Later that day, the warlock returned to his meditation room with a chill, only to find that someone had actually intruded into his private space in the completely enclosed Star Castle.
The guy slumped over the warlock's meditation mat in a very arrogant manner, tapping the warlock's favorite incense burner lightly with his dead-looking nails.
In his other hand he held a bloodstained chain, at the end of which lay a humanoid creature that was just as twisted and uncomfortable as he was.
This sick guy made the warlock feel creepy, but he closed the door behind him calmly and said to the guy:
"They said you were hard to hire, and I didn't have much hope at first, but now it seems that some of my reasons have convinced you?"
"Of course."
The dark and twisted fellow curled his lips, then grinned in a terrifying smile, revealing his sharp white teeth. He spoke to the warlock in a strange tone:
"Even the Kryptonian dog in Conqueror Sequence No. 12 knows that I am interested in all Batmen in all worlds, not to mention the news that you have prepared a buy-one-get-one-free ' Honorary .
Woohoo.
It's like a kitten's claws scratching at my heart. I'm going to get a mediocre Batman but a unique and out-of-print Robin as a gift.
That’s what makes a truly fascinating collection.
Seriously, Mr. Warlock.
You don't need to pay!
I will do any stimulating job like this for you for free.
Look, I even mobilized my entire team, of course, of course!
We conquerors have our rules and responsibilities. Since it is agreed that the stars will lead this invasion, we cannot appear at the beginning.
I will serve as your adjutant.
When you mess up, I will be happy to help you solve the problem, but with your current anger and desire for revenge, it is only a matter of time before you mess up...
But don't worry, Mr. Warlock, everything is still in my plan."
…
"I'm sorry, Mason, but we can't delay any longer."
In Osborne Tower, Mason, who was busy in the engineering laboratory, received a call from Ciri. The hunter's tone was full of self-blame and helplessness.
She explained:
“I asked Old A, the reason why the warlock’s war proposal was approved so quickly was because several powerful councilors put pressure on the arbitration tribunal.
The councillors hope to obtain the resources of a Beyond Grade A world to ease the current tense situation, and the warlock obviously has a wide network of contacts.
In other words, as Mephisto's loyal dog, many councillors gave him face."
"It's okay. It's great that you guys can hold off for this long."
Mason did not blame his female boss.
He knew very well how much pressure the hunters and swordsmen were under over there, and this war contract must be the product of competition and compromise among multiple forces.
He asked:
"How long until the war starts?"
"There is no specific date for the start of the war, but the recruitment and coordination of personnel will take time. The earliest it will take is a week."
The hunter said confidently:
"Liana and I are involved. Don't worry, once the warlocks invade there in large numbers, we will immediately show up and join you..."
"No!"
Mason rejected this suggestion. He said slowly:
"You are my last reserve team. I don't need you to join the battle at the beginning. Let Wade come to my side and bring his Deadpool Army.
Everyone except him stayed in Star Castle and waited patiently for news from me.
I know you're worried, Ciri.
But have some faith in me.
The warlock was expecting to give me an extremely cruel ending, and I was actually also expecting to give him a big surprise.
It's not just me.
There are a lot of people who are looking forward to meeting him and discussing the shit he's done in the name of the stars over the past 17 years."
He took a step back, put down the engineering wrench in his hand, and looked at the Mobius chair in front of him that had finally been repaired.
As the energy was connected, faint blue light filled the energy grids under and on the sides of the chair, making it look full of technology and slowly floating in front of Mason.
The captain took off his engineering gloves, stretched his body, stepped forward and stepped onto the chair. He turned around, put his hands on the armrests, and sat on the black suspended chair.
As the system was connected, strings of data began to jump in front of his eyes. During the process of customizing and re-empowering the system, Mason closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He felt the noise in his ears and said to Ciri on the other end of the phone:
“In this bad time, they always think that they will be punished only if they do stupid things and not if they do bad things, but it is not true!
If you do too many bad things, there should be retribution. If not, then I will do it myself!
Don't worry, my anxious and self-blaming hunter, you have done well enough, leave the rest to me."
