Volume 5: The Young Wolf Seeks Home Chapter 53: Sharp contradictions have been accumulating for a long time. I am just a small fan of the flames.
In the meditation room of the Grand Master of Warlocks in the top floor area of Star Castle, the warlock who had just returned had not yet had time to activate his crystal ball before the precious object turned into fragmented pieces before his eyes.
This thing is tied to a specific world.
The fact that it shattered so violently at this moment meant that that world had also disappeared in the parallel world system.
This scene made the warlock stand there in a daze, and then an indescribable sense of frustration erupted in his heart. He rarely lost control, grabbed the precious secret bamboo slips at hand and threw them hard on the ground, and then pulled down the collection shelf in the meditation room like a madman, causing those precious things to shatter everywhere on the ground.
“Hoo, hoo!”
The deep gasps represented the Grand Master's uncontrollable emotions at the moment, but he was a sinister guy after all, and he had to remain calm when his house was robbed.
He stared at a magical mural on the opposite wall to suppress the anger in his heart.
He squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, then stretched out his hand and a very delicate demon skull fell into his hand. After injecting magic power into it, he asked the other side:
"Johnny! Aren't you over there? What's going on?"
"I was fucking smashed to pieces by a brick, and now I'm still trying to repair my pathetic frame. Look at how miserable I am. I'm going to be laughed to death by those bastards."
The voice of the crazy Ghost Rider Grand Master rang out from the skeleton with its eyes lit up. He said with a sense of melancholy and regret:
"Oh, what a disaster. Look at me, I can get myself into such a mess after any mission. It seems that it is time for me to retire. I wonder which lucky guy will take over my job."
"Don't act stupid!"
The warlock scolded in a cold tone:
"Do you really think I can believe that you, the leader of the Ghost Knights, were defeated by a B-class personnel? I can understand that the resentful Red Skull would take the opportunity to cause trouble, but you actually stood by and watched at the critical moment?"
"Believe it or not!"
Sir Johnny Skull also lost his temper, and he cursed rudely:
"Do you want me to send my shattered body to you so you can see it with your own eyes? That bastard is a B-class personnel? Bullshit! If the B-class personnel in your place are all so powerful, what the hell do you need Conquerors for?
The combat capability of that guy and his team members is definitely A-level. You idiot, you are only above average among the conquerors.
Look at this!
It's all because of you, a piece of shit, that the information I provided was inaccurate, which caused me to go there alone and get surrounded and kicked. I haven't even started a fight with you yet, and you dare to turn the tables on me?
Do you have the guts to take a trip to hell?
I’ll sew your stinky mouth shut!
If you like to tell tales, go ahead and tell them. Who will Mephisto trust more? I have a lot of resources in my hands, but a little kid stole my home. If I were you, I would have hanged myself a long time ago.
I still have to make a trip to Hell's Crucible to put myself back together.
It was broken into pieces so badly that it almost turned into ashes.
I am too lazy to scold you, that's all."
After saying that, the cursing guy rudely hung up the phone. The angry warlock master smashed the skeleton in his hand to the ground and cursed at him with all kinds of uncivilized dirty words.
It is obvious that Ghost Rider is deliberately indulging Mason Cooper's actions, otherwise how could things get so bad?
Ghost Rider's Eye of Judgment is a real killer against the members of the Star Society whose hands are stained with blood. Even the A-level personnel cannot withstand it, and the Grand Master will be seriously injured if he takes it.
With Johnny in charge, everything should be safe.
It turns out that the whole Ghost Knight group is a bunch of traitors, and a loyal mentor like him can't lead them at all!
Although Mephitos was successfully promoted, his vision in selecting knights is still as bad as before!
He thought so.
But soon something even more troublesome happened to him.
The inquiries from the Cleaners headquarters were brought to him. Led by Steve Rogers, the third-order commander of the Conquerors, seven Conqueror Commanders collectively demanded that the Grand Master Warlock immediately issue a written document to explain in detail the truth about the destruction of the world that was an important source of troops for the Conquerors and the serious incident in which fifteen Conquerors were killed at once.
Okay.
This shit is all put on my head.
The warlock stared viciously at the inquiry document that was sent to his desk.
He did not care about the rebuke in the letter. The Conquerors had more than one source of troops from his home world. Although the loss this time was heavy, it was not a serious loss.
What really gave him a headache was that in a sense, he was the one who pushed this matter forward. When he realized that Mason had smuggled, he could have followed the rules and caught that guy, but he was the one who privately ordered the Red Skull to find a way to send Mason Cooper into the awakening program in his hometown world.
His original intention was to activate the obedience program in that guy's genes so as to bring this outstanding pioneer under his command.
This should have been a foolproof thing, who could have expected things to come to this point?
If that group of ruffians really wanted to make a big deal out of it, he would definitely not be able to escape the blame. Although he had no direct cause and effect in the destruction, he could not escape the charge of "dereliction of duty".
"Is this Mason Cooper so weird? I thought the rumors about the 'Doom Squad' were not worth believing. Now it seems that even the most outrageous rumors have some truth to them.
It seems that Constantine is also in Team K?
Well, that makes sense. He dared to keep the team-destroying engine by his side and still be at large for so long. This Mason is indeed quite capable. I really underestimated him before."
The Grand Master Warlock walked out of his meditation room with a gloomy face.
He walked towards the Hunter's office to seek an explanation, because just in the past fifteen minutes, he was forcibly dragged into the conference room by the Hunter on the pretext of "discussing the world invasion plan."
This made him completely miss the "golden time" to save his hometown.
This must have been intentional by the hunter!
Team K was originally a subordinate of the Hunter, and the overly close personal relationship between Mason Cooper and the Hunter was no secret among the three mentors.
And the swordsman...
The warlock thought that the guy who always found ways to provoke him in various meetings did not show up today.
This is absolutely not normal.
Thinking about the information he had previously received from Team Aix's spy, it should be that the swordsman had just personally stepped in to rescue Team K from their home world.
These two guys who dislike each other actually joined forces on something concerning Mason Cooper?
Where does that boy get so much charm?
"Bang"
The door of the office was blown open by violent magic power, and the sharp and noisy shock wave swept around, blowing the documents on the Hunter's desk in all directions, and also causing the Hunter who was sitting in the chair and writing with a pen to look up suddenly.
Ciri looked through her mask at the Warlock Master who came in like a bull, filled with rage. She asked in astonishment:
"What are you doing? Did you eat a dinosaur whip and why are you so angry?"
"You just cooperated with Mason Cooper to destroy an important resource world! The Cleaner Corps suffered terrible losses. The Council will soon launch an investigation into this."
Warlocks don't play tricks with hunters.
He said in a gloomy tone:
“I don’t know why you would take such a big risk to protect a Class B personnel, but I guess your reckless behavior will definitely make the forces behind you very unhappy.
Hunter!
I could have ignored your previous actions, but this time, you crossed the line..."
"What are you crazy about?"
The hunter stood up suddenly and said in a cold voice:
"What do you mean I cooperated with Mason Cooper to destroy a world? You have evidence, but you are just making up stories? Do you know what it means to slander a loyal mentor with such a reason?
Warlock!
Are you here to cause trouble?"
"I just want to tell you how much trouble your reckless behavior will get you into!"
The warlock sneered and said:
"Of course I have evidence. I just need to check where Mason Cooper has been these days..."
"Ahem? I seemed to hear someone calling me just now?"
Before the warlock could finish his words, Mason's voice came from the living area of the hunter's office.
Mr. Captain held a handful of Gwent cards in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, posing in a leisurely manner and raised his glass to the wide-eyed warlock.
He said:
"Hello, Mr. Warlock, I haven't thanked you for helping me find that spatial wonder before. It's really useful! You are worthy of being the greatest spellcaster ever born in Kamar-Taj, our hometown.
It's a pity that Master Ancient One is a little blind...
But it's not his fault, because our Gu Yi is an old man with a weird temper, and his old eyes are dim and he can't see clearly the evil heart of some people. "
"you!"
The warlock stared at Mason, then glanced at the hunter. He said:
"What are you doing here? Are you so happy to have your hometown destroyed that you come here to share your joy with your superiors? You are in big trouble, Mason."
"I have no idea what you are talking about. As for what I am doing here, I am somewhat embarrassed to say it."
Mason shrugged, took a sip of wine and glanced at the hunter. He said softly:
"But satisfying the various needs of my superiors in all aspects has always been the duty of a loyal and brave member of the Star Society like me. You seem to be very interested in my whereabouts over the past few days?
All right.
I've been here for the past few days.
As for what I'm doing... let your imagination run wild."
"Don't think too much."
The hunter pushed his mask up, casually laid out a deck of Gwent cards, and said:
“We were just playing cards all night, but Mason has indeed been at my place for the past few days, so your groundless accusation against him of destroying a resource world is unfounded.
As the Grand Master of Exploration of the Stars Society, I can provide him with an alibi. Do you want to investigate further? Sure. Go to Lord Fate and apply for permission first.
Oh, I forgot, you have to wait until it wakes up again, at least a few months, right? "
"Team K's World Gate has never been used. You can investigate, Mr. Warlock."
Mason put down his glass, shuffled the cards in his hand, and said calmly:
"Team K has always been law-abiding. The regular team members I have registered all have their own missions. They have never been close to the tragically destroyed resource world you mentioned.
Or are you actually implying that a mentor who has made outstanding contributions and is loyal to the Star Club would go against the rules and secretly send me to the territory controlled by you to do something that sounds terrible?
Even with your status, you can't say such things without evidence."
He stared at the gloomy warlock, pushed up the frame of his glasses, and said softly:
"And let's take a step back. Do you think destroying a world is something that a poor and weak B-rank member like me can accomplish alone?
Ahem, what I’m about to say may be a little indecent, but…are you crazy?
Mr. Stephen Strange?"
"Snap"
The utterance of this real name caused the dark magic wrapped around the warlock to produce a sonic boom out of thin air, indicating that a cold murderous intent had risen in his heart.
It seems that Mason really found a lot of "explosive news" in his hometown world that should have been buried long ago.
Damn it!
It's all Johnny's fault for neglecting his duties!
Seeing that the warlock was getting carried away, the hunter coughed and put his hand on the hilt of the sword beside the chair.
At the moment when the two sides were confronting each other, a loud yawn was heard from the door of the office. The swordsman girl with messy hair was leaning against the door with an apple in her hand and a sleepy look on her face.
She said:
"What are you doing? So noisy? Can't you let me sleep with all the noise? Hey, warlock, I just heard that my hometown world is doomed.
What is going on?
Hasn't that world always been under your management?
Don't you think you should explain to me why? Although that place has nothing to do with me anymore, I still want to know what you have been doing there all these years?"
The swordsman grabbed the apple in her hand and took a bite. As the juice splashed, she squinted her eyes and said incoherently:
"Look, we mutants who are not loved by our grandmas and grandpas don't have much ability, and we only have two pitiful seats in the Hope Council.
Alas, in this terrible era, we are bullied everywhere by people with ulterior motives, and we never know when we are being taken advantage of in private.
But I guess you know the extreme personalities of us rude guys. We will kill anyone who dares to mess with us... Okay, don't stand here, go back and wash your face.
You look tired and haggard."
Liana dragged her soul blade into the office as sparks flew from the blade hitting the ground. As she passed by the warlock, she lowered her voice and said in demonic language:
"Wash your neck, Stephen! The ugly things you did will not go unpunished. I promise you, you are damned dead! Pray that Mephisto can save your loyal servant.
By the way, pray that your ragtag conqueror friends are powerful enough to piece your body pieces together perfectly... but I don't think I'll give them the chance to try.
So, be careful when you do bad things recently, lock the door when you sleep, and don't give me a chance! "
The atmosphere in the office fell into deathly silence.
The hunter stroked the hilt of the sword and looked at the silent warlock. She said softly:
"Will you leave on your own? Or should we escort you out, sir traitor?"
"you……"
The warlock took a deep breath.
He knew that his greatest secret had been exposed and that it was pointless to continue disguising himself, so he reached out and removed the dark hood that had covered him for seventeen years.
A face with white hair but evil and handsomeness was revealed. The most bizarre thing was that there was a black eye between his eyebrows.
He looked around at the hunter, the swordsman, and Mason who was standing not far away and looking at him with cold eyes, and said:
"Are you planning to start a war?"
"Look at what you said. There's no way the three of us can fight."
The hunter took off her mask and brushed her long silver hair. She placed the sword in front of her and traced out the broken space with her fingers. She said with regret:
"We are all dogs of Lord Fate, and our powers all come from the same source. Once Lord Fate wakes up, won't we all have to obey his orders obediently?"
The swordsman took a bite of the apple and looked at the warlock with a deadly look. She said:
"So, even if there really is a conflict, it must be resolved before it wakes up next time. I mean, blood for blood, tooth for tooth."
“Good, very good!”
The warlock grinned an evil smile.
He took a step back and waved his hands, as if he had calmed down all of a sudden, and said:
"Once we have made things clear, there will be no more misunderstandings. After we have identified who is a friend and who is an enemy, we won't be afraid of being hurt by mistake when we start fighting.
In fact, I have always felt that it is too cumbersome for StarCraft to have three great mentors. The mutual restraints between them prevent us from accomplishing anything. I am tired of this kind of open and secret fighting and bickering.
My two colleagues and Mason Cooper... I admit defeat this time.
But from now on, it depends on who has the better method. "
He waved his black magic cloak, turned around and strode away.
The office door slammed shut the next moment. The swordsman took a bite of the apple unhappily, glanced at the Gwent cards in Mason's hand, and then glanced at the hunter.
She said:
"Are you trying to trick him on purpose, or are you really doing something? How about I come over later?"
"Of course I lied to him!"
Ciri covered her eyes with a headache and sat back in her chair.
Although she still didn't understand what evil thing Mason had done this time, the fact that he could make the usually sinister warlock so angry that he declared war on the spot showed that this guy must have done something quite terrifying again.
She curled her lips and said:
"Mason, I'll give you a few minutes to sort out your words and then give me a work report. Just take the Gwent cards you touched, bastard. Who allowed you to touch my cards?
Did you know that is the most important thing for a demon hunter?
I'll cut off your claws, believe it or not!"
