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"My Lord Satan, the statistics are out..."
(PS:Yes these days demons are also using Statistics and are very advanced.)
At this moment, a demon with dragonfly wings and compound eyes flew in from outside the hall. After kneeling on one knee, he reported cautiously, "The total number of casualties and missing this time is approximately 139,999, including 6 commanders, among them Lord Baimon, the commander of the 8th Legion... Poof!!"
The dragonfly demon's words were cut short as Marduk Kurios punched his head, blowing it apart.
Immediately, an enraged roar echoed through the magnificent hall.
"Issue an order! No matter the cost, bring that rebellious son Daimon back to me! I will make him understand how miserable the fate of those who betray me truly is!"
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A small European country.
On the summit of Mount Wundagore.
Inside the Darkhold Temple.
A disheveled figure appeared in the temple, none other than the Black Wizard Necrodamus.
However, the one truly controlling him was Karl.
That's right, this was the fundamental reason Karl didn't let him die at the Truce Agreement site.
Previously, when Karl looked through Necrodamus's memories, he unexpectedly found some information about Wanda.
This so-called Dark Followers Cult attempted to use the complete dark book as a medium to open a special passage between Earth and the Blinking Realm, helping Chthon, known as the God of Black Magic, to descend upon Earth once again.
To be honest, when Karl saw this news, he was truly startled.
One must know that throughout the entire Marvel Universe, apart from super big shots like the Living Tribunal and the Four Cosmic Entities, who are at a bug-level.
Chthon can definitely be considered a powerful existence in the multiverse, ranking in the first tier of strength.
Simply put, this is someone Karl absolutely cannot afford to offend at his current stage!
No, not only can Karl not afford to offend him, but even those arrogant Dimensional Gods cannot afford to offend him either.
Even if Dormammu, Cyttorak, and Mephisto were all to combine their forces, they would not be enough for Chthon to defeat alone.
That's right, the gap is that large.
The only one who can contend with Chthon is probably only the Trinity of Vishanti.
So if the Dark Followers Cult were to succeed, then Earth... no, it should be said that the single Universe Karl is in, would completely become Chthon's plaything.
By then, even if Karl abandoned his physical body and returned to the Warp, he wouldn't be able to protect himself.
But thankfully, he discovered this matter early on.
And now, he has already obtained two dark book · fragments.
This way, as long as the Dark Followers Cult doesn't defeat Karl and take those two dark book · fragments from him, their plan will not be able to take shape.
However, what truly infuriated Karl was that these cultists were even planning to lay hands on his beautiful and well-behaved Wanda?
And even wanted Wanda to become the vessel for Chthon's descent to Earth?
Damn it, I think you guys are really like an old man hanging himself—tired of living a bit too long?
It was for all the reasons above that Karl ultimately decided to use Necrodamus to return to the Dark Followers Cult.
He would try to find out more information about the Red Slayer and, while he was at it, divert the conflict between [Heaven] and Hell towards this organization.
In short, one sentence: You cultists are dead!
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 read the dark book suspended in mid-air.
"Necrodamus, how was it? Did you get that dark book · fragment?"
Morgan le Fay closed the dark book and slowly turned her gaze to Necrodamus.
But the next second, as if sensing something, her pupils sharply contracted, and a look of alertness quickly flashed across her face.
"Sorry, My Lord Morgan, the mission failed!"
Just as Karl, controlling Necrodamus, feigned a look of apprehension and was about to use the pre-arranged lie to muddle through.
Unexpectedly, Morgan le Fay on the stone chair suddenly attacked without warning.
She released a purple lightning bolt from her palm, instantly blasting Necrodamus's body into a mist of blood.
The loud noise immediately drew the attention of the guards in the hall, and several Witches rushed over, looking wary.
"My Lord Morgan, what happened? Did that Necrodamus betray the Cult?"
"Probably not."
Morgan le Fay shook her head indifferently, "It's likely his mind was controlled by Mind Power, which is why I just sensed two souls on him."
"How could this be?"
The Witches looked at each other in dismay upon hearing this.
After all, a Wizard's mental strength is notoriously powerful, so they have strong resistance to most Mind Power.
And they were well aware of Necrodamus's strength; logically, he shouldn't be easily controlled, right?
Could it be...
One of the Witches seemed to have thought of something and cautiously said, "My Lord Morgan, do you think it could have been Ancient One?"
"That possibility cannot be ruled out."
Morgan le Fay thought for a moment and instructed, "Notify the other members to be careful when acting recently. Two consecutive plans have failed, which is clearly not normal...
I suspect that someone may have already detected our existence and intentions."
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Sokovia.
Karl, who was sitting on the Golden Throne generating power, suddenly showed a strange expression, "He was exposed so quickly? Does this woman named Morgan le Fay also possess Mind Perception abilities?"
Although the plan to gather information failed, it was not without gain.
At least it allowed Karl to witness Morgan le Fay's true strength.
It's no exaggeration to say that her strength was even much greater than Ancient One's state when she borrowed Dormammu's power.
In addition, the dark book in her hand also greatly piqued Karl's interest.
This meant Karl had to devise a more secure plan to deal with the members of the Dark Followers Cult.
"Let them live a few more days for now, so they can help me collect as many of the remaining dark book · fragments as possible."
Karl's face showed a wicked smile, then he sorted his thoughts and began to tally his gains from this incident.
First and foremost were the souls.
In this operation, he gained 3 high-level souls that could be directly used to create Greater Demons, as well as nearly seven thousand elite demon souls.
It can be said to be the largest soul harvest in the Warp's history.
Now, compared to ordinary human souls, Karl clearly preferred these demon souls.
Because these demon souls, filled with Dark Energy, could be directly refined into brand new "Warp Demons" by the Four Lackeys with almost no effort.
It is believed that after this replenishment of troops, the Warp's military strength will begin to take shape.
"Having lost so many elite troops this time, Marduk Kurios must have been greatly weakened, right? With this lesson, he shouldn't cause any more trouble in a short time..."
Karl was very satisfied with this operation he personally planned.
This time, he severely tricked the Hell Lord Marduk Kurios, weakening a major enemy's strength to the greatest extent.
This laid an important foundation for a future attack on the Hell Dimension.
It won't be long, he believes.
It will be his... no, it will be the time for the Four Lackeys to confront Marduk Kurios head-on!
In addition, he also gained a "divine artifact" specifically designed to counter Angel-like creatures, and one dark book · fragment... Oh, right, and the whereabouts of most of the other dark book · fragments.
The Prestige value soared to over ten million in less than a day, and its strong growth showed no signs of slowing down. It is expected that breaking through the twenty or thirty million mark in the future will not be difficult at all.
Finally, he gained two... no, if you include that female succubus who likes to flirt with him, it should be three capable subordinates.
The Hellstorm siblings go without saying; they now have no retreat and must be forcibly bound to Karl's large ship to ensure their safety.
As for the dwarf blacksmith Ragnar, his joining directly filled the huge void in the Hyperspace Group's weapon research and development department on the mystical side.
In the future, it will surely push the Thunder Warriors' equipment to a whole new level.
So, in Karl's opinion, in a sense, this dwarf blacksmith was his most valuable gain this time!
He won big.
This time, he really won big.
"Next, let's see if Tzeentch's plan in Egypt can proceed smoothly... If all goes well, the Egyptian Pantheon will be the first target to be devoured by the Warp!"
Karl smiled slightly, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.
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In the Hyperspace Group's affiliated sanatorium.
Logan Howlett was sitting by Professor X's bedside, vividly recounting the fantastic journey he had personally experienced during his mission these past few days.
"Charles, you absolutely can't imagine Mr. Karl Merks's true identity?"
Before Professor X on the bed could speak, Logan Howlett couldn't help but blurt out the answer first, "He's actually a Dimensional God... Can you believe that?"
"Actually, I was skeptical at first too, but gradually I accepted the fact... Especially after I personally witnessed Witches, demigods, half-demons, Angels, demons,
And from other realms, dwarven blacksmiths as stout as small mountains, and so on—these mystical beings that should have only existed in children's storybooks,
I then realized that in this World, there are so many existences far stranger than Mutants."
On the bed, Professor X quietly watched his old friend, who had been talking incessantly since he arrived in the room, a look of contentment on his face.
And on the chest of his white hospital gown, he still wore the badge Frank had given him, which could effectively suppress the runaway of Mind Power.
This way, he no longer had to rely on the sedative's calming effect to forcibly put his brain into a stalled state, thereby suppressing his frequently uncontrolled abilities.
To be honest, for Professor X at this point, he simply didn't care whether Karl's true identity was a Dimensional God or not.
After all, he was almost a hundred years old!
He no longer had the youthful ambition of wanting to provide a stable living environment for Mutants.
Years of chronic illness had left his body withered, and how many more days he could live was an unknown.
So the only thing he couldn't let go of now was Logan's future after his death!
During the past decade of fugitive life, he felt he owed the other party too much...
If Logan hadn't taken care of his daily life, literally, and supported their livelihood by driving a taxi every day, he probably wouldn't have survived even a week.
Therefore, Professor X eagerly hoped that the other party would also have a warm and happy ending after his death, at least not as desolate and cold as in the past...
And during these few days that Logan Howlett was out on missions, he spent the most comfortable and pleasant week in this sanatorium since he fell ill, spanning over a decade.
Not only did different beautiful Nurses feed him three meals a day, but the male Nurse responsible for his daily care was also humorous, witty, and meticulous.
These warm daily routines created a deep sense of attachment in Professor X's heart, and strengthened his idea of wanting Logan to stay here in the future.
Originally, he was still worried about how he could persuade this stubborn old wolf to stay here if Logan returned and still stubbornly wanted to leave.
But now, it seemed his worries were a bit excessive.
At present, without his persuasion, this old wolf, who was always known for his bad temper, had already taken the initiative to develop interest and a sense of belonging here.
Professor X was very pleased about this.
Because even without using Mind Power, he could tell that Logan was truly happy now.
His messy, weed-like beard could not hide the childlike, hearty smile on his face.
Professor X could barely remember the last time he saw the other party laughing so heartily as he was now...
Perhaps, it was during the period when the X-Men had not yet perished?!
After all, only battle could make this old wolf, who was almost two hundred years old, rediscover his youthful self.
So, Professor X quietly listened to the other party's narration.
Whenever it came to a thrilling part, he would even, like an old mischievous child, put on an exaggerated expression to cooperate with Logan's performance...