Volume 7: Da Mu Da Mu Chapter 50: Mason, boy, I have the advantage today, let’s see how you can run away!
"The Cosmic Tuning Fork is a divine artifact that can interfere with the operation of planes and even the frequency of the entire universe. The Dark Knights actually have such a thing?"
The warlock who had been watching the battlefield in the Star Castle felt very clearly the blockade and expulsion of the plane by the cosmic tuning fork, which made him realize Crazy Laugh's plan in an instant.
No wonder that disgusting guy didn't care about the huge reinforcements gathered by Mason and had no doubt about the victory of the invasion. With such a magical weapon in hand, anyone would be as confident as Kuang Xiao.
This also made the warlock feel deeply about his ability to judge people, and he quickly brought this guy in as his adjutant.
Although he was also very angry about Kuang Xiao's rude remarks before, seeing that Mason, Team K, and even this Beyond Grade A World had lost their final ability to fight back, and were served on a plate like a cooked duck with the entry of the Conquerors and the Cleaners, the little unhappiness naturally disappeared in an instant.
Such a delicious dish, please serve it quickly, I can’t wait to taste it!
The warlock laughed and stood up from his meditation room.
At this moment, all his past pressure and frustration disappeared in an instant. The most dangerous rebel since the birth of the Star Club would be executed by him personally, and a resource-rich Beyond Grade A world would be enough to satisfy his supporters in the Hope Council. This would be a rich reward after a gamble.
In the past, similar Beyond Grade A worlds would take several months just to investigate and prepare for invasion. Even if a large army of conquerors and cleaners were dispatched, it would not be possible to conquer them in one or two battles. After all, they were judged to be the most valuable type of world in the parallel world system, and their resistance was also extremely fierce.
Even after the official resistance is destroyed, those who remain will continue to fight until the entire world is wiped out.
Rarely has an invasion of a Beyond Grade A world gone as .
A successful battle!
The warlock snorted.
All of the above considerations are actually not that important to him, as they are things that only those with vested interests would consider.
For him, a black-hearted pioneer who naturally still has some idealistic sentiments, what he cares more about is that after this battle, the long-divided Star Society will truly be united under his will.
The defeat of the Hunter and the Swordsman will mean that the hands of other forces inserting into the Star Society have been completely removed, and the entire exploration and development organization will become truly united and powerful.
The reason why Old A is determined to take over the Star Society is that he realizes that this pioneering organization holds the initial right to allocate resources. Once he grasps this important node, he can "use the emperor to command the princes" to complete the integration of the Hope Council.
What the black-salted egg can see, the warlock can also see.
He has been deeply involved in this organization for seventeen years. He had been doing this business before the Star Club was officially established. He is very clear about the value of the Star Club.
He will not give up this good opportunity.
Not only those powerful leaders, he also has his own plans for the future.
The dark magic cloak slowly fell on his shoulders , the modified Eye of Agamotto was worn on his chest, and the wand of Watum, which was filled with dark power like a black crystal, was picked up. Finally, he stretched out his hand and gently squeezed it. A green time gem appeared in his hand and disappeared between his fingers like magic.
He strode out of his meditation room.
The old king in front of him, who was infected by the dark power like him, was waiting respectfully. There was a deep red evil mark on his forehead, which was the mark from the dark lord Dormammu.
But it was not given, but taken away.
As Mephisto's most trusted subordinate and the first Grand Master chosen, the Warlock also gained unimaginable power during the process of Lord Fate's ascension.
He no longer needed to bow down to Dormammu, and even the dark dimension that once gave him such a headache became a source of magic that he could use at will.
"The Dark Guards are ready, Master."
The old king said respectfully:
"According to your will, we can set off at any time. The Divine Envoy Team is also waiting to accompany you. Those gods are eager to share your victory and send congratulations to the Lord of the Star Society."
"That is not my wish, nor is it what I want, King."
The warlock shook his head.
He floated up and flew to the area where the projection core of the World Gate that he had blocked was located, and said calmly:
“My original intention has not changed. After witnessing the impact of Doomsday for the first time, I wanted to do something within my ability for this overly old universe.
However, too many schemes and calculations seriously interfere with my focus, and those insects who have mixed into this group with various purposes will only hold me back.
Only by clearing them all out can the organization return to its original purity and sharpness.
We venture across worlds not to satisfy the gluttony of the upper insects, but to use those precious resources where they are truly important."
"You are right."
Although the Dark King was not a member of the Star Society, as the commander of the Warlock Guard and the Warlock's most trusted person, he obviously did not think that the Warlock's remarks at this time were humble or hypocritical to cover up his desire for power.
Lord Warlock is a very complicated person.
But it is undeniable that he does hope that the Star Club can develop better and better. There is no need to question this. Otherwise, he would not have sealed the overly ambitious Red Skull in his hometown world.
He does not care about right or wrong, but he insists on the career he has chosen and is not discouraged by failure. This kind of iron-headed character alone is worthy of recognition, although his methods are indeed still questionable.
Upon reaching the projection core of the World Gate, the Warlock's Dark Guard was already waiting there.
It is not as exaggerated as the Swordsman's Demon Legion, nor as neat as the Hunter's Wild Hunt Red Knight. There are hundreds of top spellcasters from different worlds gathered here, including many famous ones.
Saruman the White, the great sage Merlin, Pandora who released the disaster, Agatha Harkness, Baron Mordo, Loki, the Prince of Lies, and even the Ancient One from a B-level world.
It is simply a sequence of conquerors composed of spellcasters, but without exception, they all have evil marks on their foreheads that originated from the dark dimension.
It is no exaggeration to say that it is easy to destroy a world by combining the power of so many wizards.
But warlocks are quite picky when it comes to choosing their followers.
He not only values potential, but also determination and ideals. More importantly, one must truly agree with the philosophy he upholds, which is that only a strong group can overcome difficulties together in times of crisis.
This idea is not wrong, but the path they chose is difficult for most people to understand.
The last A-class team that had not been dispatched, the "God's Envoys", were standing nearby. When the Warlock arrived, their captain, Moonlight Knight, bowed to him politely and saluted.
This means that the victorious Warlock seems to have gained the full support of the "Gods" faction in the Council of Hope.
In fact, the reason why the decision to invade was able to be promoted so smoothly by the higher authorities was that the gods who had a good relationship with Mephisto made great efforts.
They are potential allies.
"Everyone, let's go!"
The warlock waved his hand, and the projection core of the World Gate slowly opened a door into the Gotham world. He was the first to step in with his cloak fluttering, followed by the spellcasters.
The place where the starlight shattered into view was a ruin. The golden cosmic tuning fork leaning tower was at the end of the sight, and a series of sonic boom channels fell from the sky as planned.
Each one represents the arrival of a legion of cleaners.
Unfortunately, the warlock could not sense the breath of the crazy laughter or the Dark Knights in this world. He only saw a few strange dragons fleeing in the sky from afar in the lonely night.
"That disgusting sick lunatic is dead?"
The warlock blinked in surprise, then curled his lips, feeling that this was the best thing to happen. It seemed that the guy who always claimed that everything was in his plan finally got it wrong.
Good thing!
The troublesome helper died on the eve of victory, which meant that this imperfect victory seemed acceptable.
"Warlock, where are your servants?"
The witch Agatha, who was wearing a crimson robe, looked around and said in surprise:
"Didn't you give them orders to cooperate with the cleaners everywhere? I saw those cleaners running around in the ruins without any guidance."
"Um?"
The warlock frowned.
The three eyes under his hood blinked simultaneously.
wrong!
This is not right!
He had clearly informed those diehards of his faction beforehand to take advantage of the opportunity of the reinforcements from this world being expelled to provide support. According to his plan, those neutral pioneers who were forcibly recruited here should have become his own people by now.
However, let alone the B-level team, even the recruited C-level cannon fodder had disappeared, and there was not a single member of the Star Society within the perception range.
"Buzz"
The warlock released the communication magic and found his loyal servant, the Goblin Slayer who had previously persuaded the B-class team to take the opportunity to counterattack. The latter appeared in the projection of the communication magic but was still bound in mid-air by the jumping lightning and could not break free.
"What on earth is going on?"
He questioned.
The latter replied intermittently:
"It's Shazam! That old bastard messed things up. He set up a 'neutral zone' in Kandak, calling on all members who are unwilling to contribute to this invasion war to seek refuge there.
Except for those companions who were killed in the initial war, most of the other survivors chose to sit back and watch.
Those weak C-level members stood on his side from the beginning, and the insects from the swordsman faction also fanned the flames and cheered him on.
My Lord! We have been viciously backstabbed at this evil time. How can we run the Star Club with such bastards?
You must punish him severely!"
"waste!"
The warlock's heart skipped a beat as he realized that something seemed to be wrong.
After denouncing his incompetent subordinates, he immediately contacted other A-level members who were still in this world. "Fear" was still there but had no response, "Pharaoh" and "End" were dead, and "The Overlord" was defeated and imprisoned, and was now asking for help .
The only good news for warlocks is "devour".
"I have mastered the secret power of the Eye Society, my lord."
Devouring the gloomy voice responded to the warlock in the magic communication:
“The Cadmus Project has created clones of every superhero and supervillain, including the world’s arch-villain organization, the Legion of Doom, which is already under my control.
All you need is a command from me, and I will lead them to be the king's vanguard!"
"very good."
The warlock nodded and said:
"Then let's get started. Use the resources of the Sky Eye Society to support the subsequent cleaners and conquerors, and complete the occupation of key locations around the world as quickly as possible."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and gestured to the team of divine messengers. Moonlight Knight immediately led his team members and a dozen spellcasters from the Warlock Guard to the Eternal Rock of this world.
That is where the magic power of this world gathers. Occupying it means that the magic power of the entire world will be at their disposal.
The warlock now felt that something seemed to be wrong, but as he looked at the legions of cleaners and powerful conquerors that continued to arrive in the world, the uneasiness in his heart slowly dissipated.
With such a huge force here, this world can't make any waves. Even if Mason Cooper calls back reinforcements from various worlds, it will be powerless to save the situation.
"What the hell are you crazy people in the Star Society doing?"
Just when he thought the situation was settled and he had the upper hand, the commander of the fourth order of Conquerors, nicknamed "The Tyrant", sent his subordinate Richard Grayson "The Claw" to question him.
This villain, who was dressed very similarly to the eldest young master but whose style was even worse than that of the second barrel, scolded coldly:
"Why were we blocked in the no-man's land on the way to our target world, and the blockers were none other than the A-rank team led by the Exploration Grand Master Hunter and the Combat Grand Master Swordsman!
That ambush that shouldn't have existed delayed the Cleaners' attack by a full thirty-five minutes! As a result, we lost nearly a hundred Conquerors and five Cleaners' legions!
You must be held responsible for this unnecessary loss!"
"What?"
When the warlock heard the news, it was like a bolt from the blue, and he immediately realized where the problem lay.
If the Cleaners arrived at this time because they were blocked by the enemy, does it mean that Mason Cooper and his two bastard collaborators had secretly arranged something when I wasn't noticing?
And that cosmic tuning fork…
The warlock looked towards the golden leaning tower in the distance. It was obvious that there was an invisible force still spreading and suppressing the time and space of this plane.
Is this a trap?
"Master! The gate to the world cannot be opened!"
The Dark King came to report a bad news that made the warlock narrow his eyes immediately. Just as he was about to give a new order, a silver crack opened in front of him, and the black space was torn and exploded behind him.
The next moment, the hunter and the swordsman appeared in front of the warlock with murderous aura and scars from the battle, along with their five A-level pioneer teams.
"You haven't forgotten that we are also Grand Masters, have you? Warlock, you can seal the gate to the world, and so can we."
Ciri raised the Sword of the Lady of the Lake in her hand expressionlessly. Due to excessive killing, this artifact had now burst into a brilliant blade formed by golden light.
"Finally you, a coward, have walked into the trap set for you, Strange!"
The swordsman behind him shouted even more rudely:
"Remember what I told you last time? I told you to clean your neck. Whatever you have done to my people in the past seventeen years, I will pay you back double in the next seventeen minutes!"
"Okay, okay."
The warlock was not surprised by this. He prepared to meet the enemy together with the spellcaster guards beside him, with strange lights flashing in the three eyes under his hood.
He said:
"I just didn't know you had such a big appetite. I'm curious, how on earth is Mason supposed to eat so many cleaners and conquerors in his own world?
If he really had this kind of power, he would have used it long ago. You are just bluffing..."
"Whoosh"
A ray of golden light slid down from the sky, and with a terrifying sonic boom, it hit the army of cleaners in Gotham City below head-on.
The impact of the falling ground flattened the surroundings in an instant, and as the warlock stared with wide eyes, a strange golden mechanical body slowly stood up from the landing pit in the posture of a Terminator.
It has no face or facial features, just a smooth metal body and a pair of gray eyes.
Facing this attacker, War Thunder God in the Conqueror Sequence roared and threw out his war hammer to destroy it, but the latter took the blow of the Thunder Hammer with his body, and a lightning emblem appeared on the side of his chest.
The next moment, it raised its hand, and thunder identical to that of Thor flew from its five fingers, knocking the God of War away.
"Amojo?"
The warlock yelled out the guy's name, but was interrupted by a flash of sword light.
Ciri stepped forward, and as the sword of the Lady of the Lake pierced through her, she corrected him in a cold voice:
"No, it's Super Golden Amojo, the last surprise that this world's Batman left for the invaders. You still have twenty-two Cleaners and two and a half Conqueror Sequences?
It’s too little, you need more to make it strong enough to hit!
But this has nothing to do with you, Warlock. Your most important and only duty today is to take this beating and be prepared to die here..."
