Volume 7: Da Mu Da Mu Chapter 52 Tell me! What's wrong with being Mephisto's dog?
"Fall down!"
V roared and thrust his sword forward, then activated Sianwestan's time stop again.
The Cyber Swordsman, whose prosthetic body was in effect, instantly disappeared from the Dark King's sight. Immediately, a wild dance of sword lights lit up behind the man who followed the darkness. Because the sword was swung so fast, the cold lights on the Black Unicorn's mechanical blades were connected together .
This is probably the legendary classic operation of pulling the knife light.
But Lao Wang is not an easy person to deal with. The guy who can be trusted by the warlock must be no weakling. The beating ring of Raggador surrounds his body and creates more dark rings on the periphery. This battle magic that originally belonged to Kamar-Taj has become more powerful after adding the power of the dark dimension.
No matter which direction V chopped, only dazzling sparks would fly, just like he was holding a turtle shell.
The pulsating dark evil pattern on Lao Wang's forehead gave him a keener sense, allowing this guy to catch the trajectory of the V's pulsation with his eyes. He then cast a spell to summon the dark and alienated Thunder of Saboteur to completely clear the area where V was.
But the Cyber Swordsman's superb agility allowed the mad mercenary to jump away first. He was as agile and elusive as a big cockroach in Guangdong in summer. He appeared behind with a black sharp blade and made a provocative gesture to Lao Wang.
The latter was not provoked but still guarded in front of the mirror dimension opened by the warlock. He had his own duties and missions, and protecting his master was his duty...
"roll!"
The terrifying sound waves bombarded faster, more urgently and more accurately than the speed at which Lao Wang strengthened his confidence. The sound wave attacks that were gathered into a ball instantly shattered all of Lao Wang's protective magic.
The remaining energy from the collapse of the dark ring was enough to engulf the wide-eyed Dark King in an instant.
After the violent explosion, he was thrown out miserably, and was caught by old Morgan below who clenched his right fist to gather strength. The old mercenary still had scars on his body from the previous fight against the Conqueror in the uninhabited world, but the fighting spirit in his eyes was condensed and did not dissipate, and invisible red auras surrounded him.
It's like some big move is locking onto the target.
At the moment the Dark King fell to the ground, the Right Hand of Destruction roared like an evil dragon, piercing forward amid the flying red shadows and hitting the King right in the back of the heart.
The dark follower could feel his internal organs being shattered by the destructive punch. The pain of his heart stopping made his eyes go black. He kept vomiting black blood and struggled to get up. When the world in his eyes regained its light, he saw an excessively young and handsome man shaping his body in his own flying blood.
He was carrying a guitar axe with broken strings , grinning at himself, and then the sharp silver-gray axe blade chopped down on his head.
"puff"
The round head flew out and bounced on the ground several times before returning to calm.
The Dark King's dull eyes reflected the defeat of the Warlock Guards, and his headless body fell backwards in a spurt of blood.
The evil lines on his forehead finally disappeared.
That represents the arrival of eternal death and the complete end of the dark mission.
"Not bad."
Mason, who had completed the beheading execution and gained close combat experience, was leaning on his inspection axe, looking at the huge right hand of old Morgan in front of him, which was emitting red heat.
He said jokingly:
"You didn't believe me before, how do you feel now? I have good taste, right?"
"It's really amazing..."
Captain Old Morgan curled his lips, wiped the blood off his destructive right hand, and flexed the five fingers of his huge rock-like fist. The latter seemed to be completely awakened by the continuous wars. The wild destructive force was urging Old Morgan to find more enemies to kill.
"This thing is too wild, a little out of control."
He sighed, glanced at Mason's gloved left hand, and said:
"How about your hand? Is it still comfortable to use?"
"Mine is much more obedient than yours. I even suspect that it has no self-awareness. It is just a tool for creation, and is most suitable for people like me who are ingenious."
Mason raised his left hand and pulled off the glove, revealing an arm of the same red skin color as Captain Morgan's right hand. The two had the same origin, but at this moment of meeting there was no resonance or expression, as if they were strangers and there was no reaction.
This is normal.
One is used for destruction, the other for creation, they are two completely different symbols.
"Thank you for your time."
Mason put on his gloves again, nodded to the old captain in front of him and said:
"Without your help outside, we wouldn't be able to make it to this moment."
"Don't thank us, we are all just following the rules."
Morgan popped out a cigar and held it in the corner of his mouth. On this battlefield where fighting was still going on, Mason raised his finger to extinguish the devil's fire and lit the cigar in an instant. In the rising smoke, Captain Morgan whispered:
“Thank you, my two mentors. The swordsman’s demon army was completely destroyed, but she said that the demons in hell are like leeks, and they will grow back in no time.
But Lord Hunter's guards suffered terrible casualties.
According to the gossip from the Swordsman, that army is said to be Ms. Ciri’s dowry and coffin…”
Having said that, the old captain showed a tacit smile between men, raised his huge right hand and gave Mason a thumbs up.
He said:
"You are much more powerful than us soldiers who can only charge into battle. You are an absolute legend, Mason. You are a role model for men in every aspect."
"Tsk, I don't understand what you're saying, you filthy mercenary."
Mason was embarrassed for a moment, then he put the inspection axe behind his back, waved his hand and said:
“Then I’ll leave the outside world to you. Don’t worry about the Conquerors and Cleaners wreaking havoc. I’ve arranged for someone to deal with them, and the big guys will be here soon.
When this is over, we should all have a good drink. "
After saying that, Mason's figure disappeared in the splashing water, and old Morgan, who was holding a cigar in his mouth, grinned, pulled out a precision-made Falk gun from his back, turned around and fired a shot, knocking down Loki, the prince of lies, who was summoning the souls of the destroyed Asgard .
The most difficult stalemate is over, and it's time to start reaping the rewards.
On the other side, Mason's figure appeared next to Old Black Bolt and Old Wolf. These two did not participate in the previous blocking battle, but they were not in full condition either.
When Sister Ka defeated the A-level member "The Overlord" and the army of aliens under its control, the two of them participated in the battle together as the main force of this world.
The White Queen Emma was also beside the two of them. She was standing with her hands on her hips, using her tremendous mental power to torture the spellcasters on the battlefield. As her body recovered day by day, the worst part of the character of this mutant boss who had a hard time evaluating his life was gradually emerging.
I heard that she is going through the divorce procedures with Black Bolt these days...
Perhaps he feels that his youth and beauty have returned, so he wants to continue enjoying life. This makes Mason very afraid that one day his legal mother will appear in front of him with a young man and say that he is his new father.
If such an outrageous situation really happened, Mason would probably be so angry that he would kill someone.
"The city of Attilan?"
He asked, and Lao Lang, who was smoking, said casually:
"It was recovered, the Hive was destroyed. That woman named Cassandra was really powerful. We followed her and took advantage of her. The Inhuman Overlord actually wanted to control her, but he couldn't even get close to her.
What a great ally you have found.”
Black Bolt shook his head and stared at the empty ruins in front of him, meaning that now was not the time to talk about this.
Indeed, there are more important things to do now.
"Zha Kang!"
Mason shouted towards the sky, and the handsome wizard from Team K appeared beside him in an instant. Without Mason saying anything, Zha Kang began to cast a spell to break the mirror dimension opened by the warlock in front of him.
There is a big gap in the spellcasting ability between the two sides. Zha Kang certainly cannot destroy the magic, but he has no problem opening a gap for the "Avengers" to enter.
"We're not going, Mason."
Miss Anna, who absorbed the power of the Amazing Team and transformed into the "Amazing Rakshasa", flew over from a distance and shouted to Mason:
"With our current state and combat power, we would be a burden if we went in, but don't let Strange get away! What he did to his hometown and the humiliation and torture he inflicted on mutants must be adequately responded to!"
"I understand."
Mason turned around and promised seriously:
"It has come to this point. If we let him get away, it will be difficult to resolve the matter. I guarantee that all of us who have lost our homeland will receive the ultimate comfort!
All the betrayal, despair, deceit and pain will come to an end today."
"Beat him hard!"
Franklin, who was flying in the sky with Miss Tiexin, waved his fist and said to the captain:
"If it weren't for him causing trouble, my sister and I wouldn't have fallen into such a miserable state, and neither would our mother... Mason! Take our share and beat him up!"
"Alas, children are so innocent."
Zha Kang, who was trying to decipher the magic, complained:
"Such a deep hatred is so deep that you just want to punch him twice and be done with it. How can you get rid of the hatred without stabbing him a few times?"
"I think he said 'torture'."
Mason pulled out the Black Death Sword Ragnarok and examined it. After confirming that the gun was in full condition, he said:
"It's a terrible request not to let the warlock die so easily and happily, but it's not a vicious one considering everything we've gone through because of him."
"It's true that people are being tortured."
Zha Kang glanced at Mason and complained:
"But what about you? You were sent here since birth. Do you have any torture?"
"Hehe, you can tell me after you experience what it felt like when you were seven years old and your abusive adoptive father broke your ribs and sent you to the hospital."
Mason snorted.
A few seconds later, as Zha Kang pulled hard, the golden and black magic power collided violently in front of him, slowly opening a black crack in the mirror dimension released by the warlock.
“Go in quickly!”
Under great pressure, he said in a hoarse voice:
“I can’t open it a second time. After you go in, you either walk out alive or get thrown out lying down. There is no third option.
Everyone, I wish you good luck in this battle."
"Say something nice, bastard!"
Mason rushed in with an inspection axe on his back and a gun in hand, followed by Old Wolf with his claws popped out, Black Bolt and the White Queen also hurried forward, and the moment the last figure disappeared, Zha Kang was blown away by the backlash of magic.
His entire face was blackened and his whole body was shaking, as if he had touched an electric switch with his bare hands.
It was impossible for such a miserable guy not to be attacked by surprise. Baron Mordo with dreadlocks appeared in a flash, grabbed the demon hunting crossbow in his hand and shot an arrow at the weak Zha Kang.
Just when the unlucky guy was about to be pierced through the heart by an arrow, flying blood suddenly splashed out. The vampire countess with big breasts and a big buttocks appeared behind Zha Kang and helped Zha Kang to knock away the magic arrow, and then she drew out a long thorn whip and swung it at him.
The expression on her face was not pleasant.
If she had a choice, she wouldn't want to save this scumbag.
But there's no way.
As a "little pet", she also has a lot of things she has to do. It's so damn unlucky. Not only does she have to be responsible for warming the bed at night, but she also has to be responsible for fighting during the day. She is really unlucky.
…
The Warlock in the mirror dimension is calling on the power of darkness to attack his two colleagues. He thought it would be a difficult and bloody battle, but after the battle started he realized that it was not as difficult as he thought.
The swordsman who had spoken so harshly was already completely exhausted. The injuries she had sustained in the previous ambush had no time to heal, and the hunter's condition was not much better than the swordsman's.
If the Warlock's current status is 100 points, it would be great if these two great mentors could have 50 points.
As soon as the two hands clashed, the situation became one-sided.
"How dare you two ambush me here when you are so weak ?"
The three eyes of the warlock hanging in the sky revealed sarcasm and ridicule. He kept summoning the power from the dark dimension and transformed it into ferocious tentacles to strike forward. He didn't even need to release powerful magic to suppress the two people in front of him.
He could probably guess the changes in the outside world, and the shadow of failure in his heart became heavier, but the unexpected turn of events before him made the warlock feel a little comforted.
The world invasion failed, so it failed.
As long as he kills the swordsman and the hunter here, his wish to integrate the Star Society can be realized. Although the reputation of failure is unpleasant, if he thinks carefully, if this Beyond Grade A world can bury so many conquerors and cleaners, then the biggest responsibility cannot be shaken off his head.
It's not a crime of war.
"Bang"
The hunter who was unleashing the phantom sword technique was blown away by the explosion of dark power, while the isolated swordsman swung his sword fiercely but was instantly swallowed up by the darkness that erupted from under his feet.
The power from the dark dimension constantly bound and squeezed him, just like hundreds of sharp blades cutting his body, twisting the swordsman's armor and causing the petite Lord of Hell, who was not tall and strong, to cry out in pain.
"I can feel the hatred, anger and burning desire for revenge in your heart. You wish to cut me into pieces, but such a strong will alone will not accomplish anything!"
The third eye on the warlock's forehead emitted a dark light that struck the swordsman's head, knocking the devil's helmet away, making the long golden hair fly in the air, and making the blood of the lord of hell flow.
He said:
"You should think carefully before you act. If it weren't for me, you and your people would have been annihilated in the disaster. You keep saying that you want to do the right thing, but you can't come up with a solution.
He only knows how to cherish the feathers of being called a 'hero' but is too afraid to put his clean hands into the mud!
I saved you!
It was me who saved our world, and countless people survived because of my actions. Instead of being grateful, you called me a traitor... How ridiculous!
How sad! "
"Pooh"
The tortured Liana's eyes were red, and she shouted at the warlock under the heavy pressure of being bound:
"Don't flatter yourself! Don't make excuses for your crazy betrayal! You are just afraid. You just found a master for yourself and let the darkness swallow you up with peace of mind.
You are the most cowardly fool among us all."
"What a curse!"
The violent sound waves mixed with the catharsis of the Black Bat King were like a sharp blade that tore through everything and blew away the warlock's protective magic power. Then, in the burning purple flame, the old wolf pounced into it.
Although he was blown away the next moment, the hunter seized the opportunity and stepped forward, saving the seriously injured swordsman with the support of the Falkner in Mason's hand.
“You’re finally here!”
The warlock was not angry, he was even a little happy.
In the reality created by the mirror dimension, the dark cloak behind him spread out like dragon wings, and the dark power that covered the sky and the sun was released, blocking out all light in an instant.
"That's great. It's like all the scum came to me today, so I can defeat you all without interruption."
Surrounded by darkness, the eerie and deep voice echoed like a death warrant.
He gave a hoarse laugh and said:
"You don't understand why the Star Society was established, and you don't understand the weight of the sacrifice, but it doesn't matter, Mephisto's will will be realized by me personally.
I have seen the future!
It has always been in my heart, supporting me until now. All the darkness, all the evil, and all the dedication are for the final realization of that scene, but unfortunately...
In the future that was revealed...
There is no place for you!"
