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"Tsk tsk, look at this place, it's almost as if it was prepared specifically for our plan…"
A Symbiote Warrior, whose entire body was covered in dark red Symbiote, pointed at the towering tree in front of him and said to Eddie Brock behind him, in a slightly mocking and questioning tone:
"But can this little contraption you temporarily built really establish a link with Klyntar Planet, thousands of light-years away?"
"Of course it can."
Eddie Brock, covered in an ink-black Symbiote like a Demon Lord from the darkness, slightly raised his chin and said with full confidence in an unquestionable tone:
"Once this Mental Beacon Tree collects enough mental energy released by the Symbiote Warriors, it will transmit it back to Klyntar Planet, where My Lord Nurgle resides, through the Psychic Link, thereby establishing a stable spatiotemporal link with it…"
As he spoke, his eyes flickered with fervent light, as if he had already seen the moment his revenge plan succeeded.
"However, Kasady, can you do me a favor and shut your talkative mouth so I can have some time to properly think about the next plan!"
Eddie Brock impatiently glanced at the Symbiote Warrior in front of him, not bothering to hide the disgust on his face.
"Hey? What did you just call me, kid?"
The man named Kasady instantly flew into a rage, and more than ten tentacles with sharp barbs suddenly materialized behind him, wildly dancing in the air like a baring-fanged, clawing demon.
He stared intently at Eddie Brock with ill intent and roared, "I am Carnage now!!"
Cletus Kasady was originally a deranged serial killer with an antisocial personality, who had previously been incarcerated in Ravencroft Prison.
Just a few nights ago, during the process of being possessed by a Loyalist Symbiote released by Eddie Brock, he, like Adrian Toomes, did not completely lose his self-awareness.
Thus, Cletus Kasady, having obtained new power, felt as if the gate that had imprisoned his madness deep within his heart had been opened.
He began to rampage through the prison like an out-of-control Beast, wantonly going on a killing spree, and most of the prison guards met their demise under his bloody attacks.
It was from that moment on that he began to refer to himself as 'Carnage' and became unable to extricate himself from the thrill of slaughter brought by this extraordinary power.
"I called you Kasady!"
Seeing this, Eddie Brock grinned indifferently, his expression like a demon's, "Because that is your real name… little Cletus Kasady!"
Eddie Brock's voice became increasingly playful, "Perhaps you like to play a little role-playing when you kill people, that's fine, after all, sometimes I also find simply killing with violence boring and want to try something different!"
"But… you at least need to clarify one thing first!"
As he spoke, Eddie Brock's arm suddenly elongated like a black lightning bolt, grabbing Cletus Kasady by the neck and lifting him in front of him like a chicken.
His other hand quickly extended, violently tearing off the Symbiote mask attached to Cletus Kasady's face, revealing the panicked yet angry face beneath, and he warned fiercely:
"Perhaps you usually like to play a little role-playing when you kill people, that's fine, after all, sometimes I also find simply killing with violence boring and want to try something different!"
"But you must understand one thing, and that is that there is only one Commander on Earth who can control all Symbiotes… and that person is me!!"
"And… this is my plan, it has nothing to do with you, you are just a pawn in my hand."
A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Eddie Brock's eyes, "If you don't behave, I can take back the Symbiote on you at any time."
With that, he flicked his arm and casually threw Cletus Kasady away like a dead dog.
The latter's body arced through the air and fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
"Damn bastard!" Cletus Kasady clearly did not give in, getting up from the ground indignantly and threatening back fiercely:
"You know what? One day I will kill you, and by then, I hope you can still be as arrogant as you are today!!"
Eddie Brock, hearing this, not only did not get angry but instead burst into laughter, "Hahaha, Kasady, you truly are a hopeless lunatic… But you will never have that chance!"
"The plan has begun, my Symbiote Warriors are infiltrating every corner of this city, they are like a virus, constantly infecting, growing, and madly proliferating, then slowly gnawing away at this city of filth…"
Eddie Brock slowly spread his arms, as if to embrace the entire darkness, his eyes gleaming with fervent light, "Next, I just need to wait until the time is ripe, and then I can help My Lord Nurgle retrieve the last missing Gene Code!"
"Tsk, I have to say, you really are an idealist!"
Cletus Kasady pouted unhappily, glancing at the group of dull Symbiote Warriors nearby, who were like walking corpses, mechanically repeating the actions of climbing the Mental Beacon Tree and releasing mental energy, like controlled puppets.
He frowned slightly and reminded, "These hungry Symbiote Warriors need to constantly eat people to make themselves strong every day, so it won't be long before they attract the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D. or some other agency…"
However, before he could finish speaking, Eddie Brock interrupted him with a sneer, "That's precisely why you and Adrian Toomes are still alive, isn't it?"
"Go, go out there and make some big noise, attract everyone's attention!"
Eddie Brock waved his hand, as if shooing away an annoying mosquito, his tone full of command.
Although Cletus Kasady was somewhat unwilling, just as Eddie Brock had said, the other party could take back the Symbiote attached to him at any time.
And Cletus Kasady, who had already tasted extraordinary power, was naturally unwilling to revert to his former 'ordinary' self.
After all, killing people one by one was simply too slow; how could it compare to the satisfaction of 'one bite per person' now?
"Very good, actually, I've wanted to make a big fuss for a long time… But before that, I need to rescue my woman from the mental hospital first!"
When mentioning his woman, a hint of madness flashed in Cletus Kasady's eyes, "My dear Frances, wait for me, I'm coming to save you right away!!"
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Paterson City.
Dark Church.
In the secret prison cells beneath the church, a damp, musty smell permeated the air, and the dim light in the corridor barely illuminated a corner of the cell through the gaps in the iron bars.
Misty Knight slowly walked to the cell door and inserted the key into the lock.
The key turned in the lock with a clattering sound, then the cell door slowly opened with a creak.
She looked at Sheriff Frank Castle, who was curled up in the corner, covered in scars, and said in a cold yet struggling voice:
"Sheriff Frank, come on, Miss Deehar wants to talk to you…"
Frank Castle slowly raised his head, his face full of exhaustion and scars, and looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure standing outside the cell, he earnestly advised:
"Misty, wake up, this isn't the real you, don't be misled by those cultists!"
A few days ago, on his way back with Misty Knight, he was ambushed by her and subsequently lost consciousness.
When he woke up, he found himself imprisoned in the Underground Room of this church.
Frank Castle was very puzzled by Misty Knight's sudden transformation into a Symbiote Warrior.
But what puzzled him even more was that these cultists hadn't directly killed him to silence him; instead, they provided three meals a day on time, as if waiting for something?
"No, this has nothing to do with whether it's me or not."
Misty Knight's face instantly showed a look of struggle and pain, and she grabbed her hair, trembling as she roared:
"Frank, you… you have no idea what it's like to have a stranger constantly giving you orders in your head!!"
"My mind no longer belongs to me, I must obey the divine instructions and carry out the commands given by the great Dark King, My Lord Nurgle… I must prove my loyalty to him."
At this point, Misty Knight looked at Frank Castle with a ferocious gaze and threatened, "So, you'd best stop that useless nonsense before I eat your brain, and then obediently come with me!"
Frank Castle heard this and decisively chose to shut up, struggling to get up from the ground, every movement making him feel sore all over.
But as he passed Misty Knight, he couldn't help but say, "Misty, I'm truly sorry for what happened to you, I shouldn't have let you come here alone to investigate the case!"
His voice was filled with guilt.
If he hadn't agreed to her request then, perhaps neither he nor Misty Knight would have ended up like this now?
Misty Knight forcefully pushed Frank Castle upwards, muttering, "If you're truly sorry about this, then join us, serve My Lord Nurgle with me, and offer him absolute loyalty…"
Frank Castle fell into silence upon hearing this; this damn cult really causes a lot of harm!
Soon, he was led into the main hall of the church.
At this time, the hall was already filled with nearly a hundred figures of varying heights, all draped in wide black cloaks, with spiral-shaped red patterns painted on their foreheads.
Each person held a candle, and the candlelight flickered in their hands, illuminating their faces, which were either devout or fanatical.
They gathered around a simple sacrificial altar, over a meter tall and shaped like a fire cabinet, repeating the same phrase in either low or impassioned tones…
"Eternal existence, the arrival of the divine!!!"
Their whispers intertwined, echoing through the empty hall, forming a chilling wave of sound.
Meanwhile, Deehar, the leader of the Dark Church, whom Frank Castle had met once before, stood by, dressed in a purple professional suit, silently observing everything with a slight smile.
Upon seeing Frank Castle being escorted over, Deehar proactively said, "I'm glad you can join us, Sheriff Frank Castle!!"
Her voice was clear but sent a chill down one's spine.
"Oh, yes."
Frank Castle glanced around, seeing the scene identical to the sacrificial ritual Misty Knight had described, and a feeling of disgust welled up in his heart, so he mocked with a sarcastic expression:
"I am indeed very happy to be here. Living in your prison feels as comfortable as being at home, and all of you are talented, and your voices are pleasant to listen to. I really love it here…"
"But now that you've called me over, I suppose you're ready to end this 'vacation' early, aren't you?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, it seems Sheriff Frank has some aversion to our Dark Church?"
Deehar ignored his sarcasm and continued with burning eyes, "However, if you knew what was coming, I'm afraid you wouldn't think that way!"
"Is that so?"
Frank Castle sneered and interrupted, "Then let me make a bold guess. You're planning to summon demons from hell by sacrificing living people in this church… Of course, tonight's human sacrifice should be me, right?"
As he spoke, his peripheral vision constantly scanned his surroundings, seemingly looking for an escape opportunity.
Who would have thought that Deehar would be amused by his words and burst into charming laughter, "I have to say, Sheriff Frank, your imagination is perhaps a bit too rich, isn't it?"
She continued to speak while laughing, "I can tell you clearly, you guessed wrong!"
"Firstly, we don't sacrifice living people to summon demons from hell, but merely to express our loyalty to the god we believe in through this method… Or you can simply consider it a way to enhance team cohesion."
"Secondly, you are not tonight's sacrifice!"
As she spoke, Deehar raised her hand and pointed to a tall figure in the crowd, continuing with a charming smile, "That loyal believer who voluntarily offered their life is the main character tonight…"