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011 Lord Magician, Times Have Changed!
🕑 Added 2025-06-16 12:17:27 +0000 UTCMordo looked at the man in front of him, whose face was flushed with excitement, and his smile grew more sincere by the second.
A good man?
Tsk tsk...
I'll extract your soul for my cultivation soon.
Rip out your organs one by one and sell them for cash.
Your flesh and blood will be boiled into motor oil.
Your bones? Snacks for Venom.
I wonder if you’ll still call me a good man by then.
Just then, Mordo heard the man say, “Then I won’t be polite.”
He didn’t care and smiled back warmly.
“Of course! You’re absolutely welcome,” he said cheerfully.
“If the Captain sent you here, that means he trusts you. Just let me know if you need anything—I’ll do my best to provide it!”
He even tightened his grip, as if reassuring him.
In Mordo’s mind, this guy’s needs wouldn’t be anything big—probably just food, clothes, a place to sleep. Nothing costly. And all of it would be paid back anyway.
After all, once disassembled, a living body sold quite well on the black market.
Then—
He noticed the man’s expression change to one of surprise. His eyes began to glow faintly.
Huh?
Were they really glowing?
Something felt off.
Before Mordo could react—an excruciating pain shot through his hands!
He tried to pull back instinctively, but it was like being trapped in a steel vise!
Even if Mordo had been naive, now he understood—
He’d been tricked!
This wasn’t some helpless lamb.
It was a wolf that had walked straight to his door.
That innocent smile now looked like mockery!
Worse still—
He saw the man’s cheeks bulge slightly, as though something was building inside.
His magical instincts screamed:
Lethal attack incoming!
“F**k you!” Mordo cursed, roaring as he unleashed his magic without hesitation!
He didn’t counterattack—he triggered his defense spell.
In an instant, a golden barrier erupted from the ruby pendant around his neck, glowing with intricate magical patterns.
But at the same time—something burning, like molten magma, blasted from Russell’s mouth and smashed into the shield!
SSSSHHH!!!
A sharp hiss echoed.
The shield began melting.
“Damn it!” Mordo growled.
His pupils shifted color as he chanted a quick spell. His muscles bulged, and an intense aura burst from him.
The Violent Secret Method—
A forbidden spell that dramatically enhanced his physical strength.
The side effects were brutal, but right now, he couldn’t care.
Mordo lashed out with a powerful kick, using the recoil to fling himself backward, crashing through the door into the main house!
Russell casually flung aside the two scorched hands he’d torn off, a cruel smile on his lips, then charged in after him!
The inside of the cave was unexpectedly huge—at least 300–400 square meters.
Workbenches covered in parts, scattered dining tables, worn-out fitness equipment—it was a chaotic mess.
Russell quickly spotted Mordo fleeing into a deeper tunnel at the back.
Now missing both hands, the sorcerer’s combat power was practically nonexistent.
He wasn’t even thinking of fighting—just surviving.
“Hmph.”
Russell scoffed.
If he couldn’t outrun a half-dead magician with his enhanced body, he might as well surrender now.
With just a few long strides, he closed the distance!
His fist glowed red-hot like molten iron and smashed toward Mordo’s back.
He didn’t need Mordo alive—he just wanted to kill him quickly.
BANG!
The same golden barrier flared up again!
But this time, it didn’t hold.
CRACK!
It shattered instantly, bursting into glowing shards that vanished in the air.
“Die!”
Even though the punch’s energy weakened slightly after breaking the shield, it still pierced through flesh and bone.
But then—
BZZZZZZZZT!
A deep buzzing echoed through the entire cave.
Golden runes lit up on the jagged walls!
Russell’s vision blurred.
The ground beneath him vanished—and suddenly, he was falling.
By the time he realized what happened, he was thousands of feet in the air!
Above him, a massive golden portal hung in the sky.
Baron Mordo’s broken body dangled from a vine at the portal’s edge, sneering down at him.
It was a trap.
Mordo hadn’t run out of desperation—he’d lured him into this exact position.
With no hands, no backup spells left, this was all he had.
Still, it was smart.
Aside from a Loki variant, very few idiots would let themselves get dropped into open sky!
“GO TO HELL!” Mordo screamed, laughing maniacally.
10,000 meters high.
There was no way the bastard could survive this.
But then—he saw Russell grin.
Not panic. Not fear.
Just… grin.
By the second second, Russell had fallen only 17 meters.
“My guy,” he said coldly, reaching for the Glock at his hip.
“Times have changed.”
In just 0.5 seconds, he drew and aimed.
BANG BANG BANG BANG!
By the third second—he’d fallen 44 meters.
By the fourth—78 meters.
The Glock’s 15-round magazine was emptied.
Up above, the body that had been dangling on the vine started to swing.
Limp.
Eyes empty.
Face twisted in disbelief and regret.
Blood dripped from his chest, soaking the edge of the golden portal.
Baron Mordo was dead.
At that moment, Russell felt a wave of gratitude.
Thank you, Captain HYDRA.
The [Elite Combat] entry came from him—it included professional firearm training and tactics.
Thanks to that, Russell had been able to draw and fire in half a second, even under terrible conditions.
He’d only hit four out of fifteen, but it was enough.
He won.
At that moment, a familiar voice rang in his ears:
[Entry Plunder Complete!]
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