## Chapter 29: Dormammu: Something's Dirty!
Originally, Duval personally came out just to test how far a Xenomorph born from parasitizing a Deviant could go.
At least for now, there were no issues with mobilizing body energy.
"A normal Xenomorph can heal itself completely within seconds after suffering superficial injuries, while a normal Deviant can mobilize energy throughout its body to quickly repair wounds after being injured."
Duval watched as the Deviant Xenomorph, which had been split in two by Kaecilius, had visible energy shimmering at the wound, pulling the two halves of its body closer together.
Normally, as long as the energy within its body wasn't exhausted, given some time, it could slowly repair itself, which was a more powerful self-healing ability than that of an ordinary Deviant.
"Body energy, or rather, life force, can be plundered, which is inherently a power derived from genes. I'm not surprised. But what about magic?"
Duval looked at the black magic user who had been parasitized by a Facehugger and was surrounded by layers of Xenomorphs.
Marvel's magic is all borrowed, but Xenomorphs can seize the host's superior genes, using the means of becoming part of the host to disable the host's self-healing ability, and complete transcendence and narrow replacement.
Could such a Xenomorph replace the host and inherit the magical debts the host possessed? Duval was very interested in this.
"Although I don't necessarily have to embark on the path of learning magic, if possible, having more options is not a bad choice," Duval said, stroking his chin.
At this time, Kaecilius was simply an incurable fanatic. It was useless to talk to him about anything else; talking about Dormammu would get him excited.
The two were at daggers drawn, ready to strike at any moment, but they hesitated to take further action, while the Xenomorphs and other black magic users were engaged in a fierce battle.
Only the world where Vampires were injured was achieved. These poor fellows desperately resisted, but neither black magic nor Xenomorphs, nor Blade, were existences they could withstand.
Even the new type of Vampire—Reaper—was deployed. This pale creature was a biological weapon painstakingly researched by the Vampire clan. Reapers were not picky about whether they consumed humans or Vampires.
But unfortunately, just this kind of thing, facing enemies with both quality and quantity, had no chance of escape and was eventually chopped to pieces by Blade.
"This thing is really hard to kill. It seems I have a new target," Blade said to Duval, using the tip of his sword to poke at the Reaper's mouth. "This guy's mouth is a bit like your spider."
"I need to correct you. The 'spider' in your mouth is scientifically called a Facehugger. Also, comparing my Facehugger to the defective product you created with the defective Reaper is really hurtful."
As Duval spoke, he also took a glance at the Reaper's corpse, which feared only sunlight, not silver or garlic.
Blade didn't need to work so hard. He could have easily killed this guy in cooperation with the Xenomorphs, but he rushed up impatiently, probably not wanting Duval to have the opportunity to capture the Reaper alive for parasitization.
"Terrible behavior, what a waste," Duval commented unceremoniously.
Blade pretended not to hear, ignored the surrounding Xenomorphs, and stared at the always calm Kaecilius: "Now only you are left, magician. Let me remind you, the fighting skills of you people are simply eye-watering. You have neither enough strength nor superb technique."
"Of course, I can't compare with you, Vampire," Kaecilius said. "You are ultimately just little toys created by my master with black magic, while we are pilgrims who follow our master in search of truth."
Kaecilius admitted that it was unrealistic for black magic users to compete with Blade, a gifted Vampire, in close combat ability.
But this did not prevent him from despising Blade.
"I hate it most when people say I am a Vampire. I will carve my name on your corpse. By the way, what's your name again?" Blade brandished his sword and rushed over immediately.
"Go to Antarctica to cool down."
Kaecilius raised his hand and flicked it, creating a forward-moving portal, instantly swallowing Blade and disappearing.
"I wanted to remind him, but he is not a person who is good at taking advice. When the thought of guarding against me took the upper hand, he may not have realized that the reason I haven't attacked you is because there is a reason," Duval said.
This was the disadvantage of dealing with agents. The other party's mind was always thinking about things unrelated to combat, so that at critical moments, it would affect their judgment.
"Perhaps he knows it very well, but he has to act before you do," Kaecilius showed a strange smile on his face.
This globally famous sorcerer clearly had a good impression of Duval.
Duval looked around. Apart from Kaecilius, only the black magic user parasitized by the Xenomorph and another black magic user were still alive.
"Kaecilius, save me!!" The black magic user was firmly held down by a Deviant Xenomorph and looked hopefully at the only person who could save him.
"There is no harm in returning to Dormammu earlier. On the road to finding eternal life and truth, you are one step ahead of me," Kaecilius remained unmoved.
The black magic user was completely desperate, watching helplessly as the flesh threads extended by the Deviant Xenomorph pierced into his neck.
Rings of light were produced, and the shape of the black magic user was rapidly shrinking. Finally, he was completely absorbed by the Deviant Xenomorph.
"...The improvement isn't significant. Magic, this kind of energy with an owner, is truly completely different from other energies." Duval didn't have high hopes either.
He waited for the changes in the black magic user who was being parasitized.
Until the Xenomorph successfully Chestbursted, at that moment, the strange magical fluctuation reached its peak, then rapidly declined.
"Failed? Was it detected by Dormammu or Chthon?" Duval stroked his chin.
Those two guys, one at the single universe level, one at the multiverse level, he wouldn't be surprised if they could see through the Xenomorph's scheme of substituting the fake for the real.
Just as Duval had anticipated.
Dormammu indeed noticed something was wrong immediately.
"Something is stealing my power and refuses to pay the price... another one learning from the Ancient One!!"
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