Chapter 1773

Facing the menacing Deadpool, no one dared to sing against him at this time. Even the weasel, who proposed insignificant development at the beginning to save capital, could only raise one sentence.

"Isn't that inappropriate, I mean, isn't the risk too great?"

"Risk? Weasel, don't forget that we are a grain of rice. As long as we work together, as long as we are united, then there is no risk at all. All enemies standing in front of us will be defeated by us, so it may threaten Our existence will be wiped out by us. We are the strongest, we are invincible. As long as we have such confidence, nothing can stop us. Tell me, don’t you!”

Deadpool's words were rare to mobilize the emotions of the people around him. Apart from Zagst, who wanted to please him, even the noise started to cheer for him because of the previous reasons.

"We are rice grains, we will be invincible!"

This was the first time that Deadpool was supported by someone like this. He was overjoyed in his heart, but on the surface he was still serious, crossing his arms like a ceremony.

"X-Force!"

"X-Force!"

Someone's blood boils, almost wishing to do the same in a reverent gesture. Of course, some people couldn't lift their spirits at all, and just made a hasty gesture to show their attitude. But anyway, everyone gave Deadpool a face. And this also made Deadpool even more complacent, so that he immediately began to give orders.

"Very well, it looks like our morale is high. If that's the case, let's strike while the iron is hot. Guys, we have two hours to rest and get our gear in order. After two hours, I hope you all Everyone can go with me to kill all directions with a full attitude. Ah, my precious dual knives are already hungry and thirsty, and they can't wait to cut off the enemy's head!"

Of course, passionate people would not object to such an order. And those who have lost their spirits will not have any objectionable ideas on this issue. It's their job, and they can't escape it. That being the case, there is not much difference whether it is reckless or sneaky past.

But having said that, there are always exceptions. For example, the weasel, he did not have such a fearless courage to go through everything.

Weasel, who had never been on a battlefield, didn't intend to tell his first confession here, so immediately, he pressed his ear against Deadpool's ear and asked him in a low voice.

"You said all of us, it wouldn't include me..."

"Of course, we are a rice grain. Why, don't you think so?"

"Well, I admit that we are a grain of rice, but even if we are a grain of rice, we can't let all of us go to the battlefield."

Weasel's voice began to tremble, and he himself began to wobble uncontrollably. As a person who has never been in contact with combat, he will not be full of expectations for such exciting things like some people. In fact, when he heard that everyone was going to participate, he was already extremely afraid in his heart.

"Look, Wade, I'd love to fight by your side, to go kill everything with you. But trust me, it's just something I'm talking about. You know, just the thought of getting hurt in battle, the thought of Others will hurt me, and my legs are so weak that I almost can't even stand still. And if I really ran to that kind of place with you, I guess I would have collapsed before anyone else shot me You guys don't want someone like me to drag you down, so I think it's better for me to stay here."

"Dude, you are sick, you need to be cured!"

Weasel has already spoken to this point, and it is impossible for Deadpool to force him to go to the front with him.

So he could only pat the weasel on the shoulder with hatred, and then said to him earnestly.

"Cure your illness as soon as possible, buddy. We can't always drag down our collective action because of you. If this continues, others will question our solidarity and friendship. By the way, I have an anorectal that I know Doctor, you can go see him."

"No, I have a psychiatrist I know."

With an awkward smile, he rejected Deadpool's kindness. Even if he had obvious gay tendencies, Weasel would inevitably have some psychological resistance when he heard about the anorectal doctor. He didn't like someone wearing slippery rubber gloves sticking their hands up his ass. And I believe that apart from Deadpool, among so many men present, no one has such a habit.

This can be regarded as a different kind of strength. It can be seen from the awe-inspiring eyes of several men present. After rejecting Deadpool's kindness, Weasel said remedially.

"In addition, although I have no way to fight the enemy with you, I have no intention of slacking off in terms of logistics. I prepared all the equipment on your body, and I also planned the retreat route. Moreover, I'm also in charge of keeping in touch with the boss, this camp can't be done without anyone guarding it!"

"Okay, okay. Don't always say these useless things in my ear like an angry little girl. We are just rice grains. Do these things for your own family. Do you feel wronged?"

"No, not at all!"

Weasel quickly expressed his opinion, and Deadpool finally nodded his head in satisfaction.

"That's about the same. Anyway, weasel, let's forget it this time. But next time, after your illness is cured, we must fight side by side. Don't forget, we are rice grains, and we are X-Force Team. "

"X-Force..."

Deadpool is having fun, but others may not have the same idea. In this way, there is another X-special attack team member who can't lift his spirits.

Some people like Deadpool's tricks, some hate them, and some don't care. But in any case, this has no effect on their actions. After two hours of refurbishment time, Deadpool and his party got into the modified military jeep and drove towards the inside of the Grand Canyon. And the moment they entered the Death Canyon, Baron Modo, who was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the Grand Canyon, immediately felt a sense.

"Someone entered here, who would it be?"

Baron Mordo, who has been preparing for this kind of thing from the beginning, has already established his own perception magic on the outskirts of Death Canyon by taking advantage of the convenience of sorting out the leylines. So when Deadpool and his party entered the moment, he had already sensed their existence.

"One, two, three... a total of six people. The energy response is higher than that of ordinary people. Are they superheroes? Or those mutants? It seems that they should be the helpers called by Strange, but there are only a few of them, so we can't get them." What effect. Did Strange fail to explain the crisis clearly? Or did the Stark government underestimate its own report? Damn it!"

Constantly thinking about it in his heart, Baron Mordo's face also became ugly. He didn't mean naively that just six people in this area could disintegrate the crisis brewed by the devil king of hell.

You must know that in addition to hundreds of cultists and fallen angels stationed in the Death Canyon at this time, there are also such terrifying powerhouses as Ran Dejier. Even with their own side assistance, it is difficult for them to have much hope of surviving. What's more, Satan himself is also watching every move here, and he doesn't want to expose his actions unless it is absolutely necessary.

So, here comes the problem. Is it to facilitate their actions so that they can go back alive and report the situation here? Or take their existence as a vote, so as to further deepen their trust in Satan's heart?

This is a somewhat difficult question, but Baron Mordo didn't think about it for too long before he made up his mind.

He was still not prepared to take the risk. Therefore, it has become his choice to sell the news of this group of people.

It sounds despicable and nasty, but in Baron Mordo's opinion, this is the most sensible and effective way at the moment. In the face of the powerful enemies of hell, it is impossible for these people to play a big role. Apart from detecting their existence, it is unlikely that they even figured out the purpose of this group of people here. And once those fallen angels are aware of their existence, the possibility of them escaping and ascending to heaven is almost zero. And if he intervenes in the middle, and the matter of helping them comes out, then it will be a real disaster for his plan and the future of the entire human race.

Compared with the lives of six people and the future of mankind, which one is more important is a question that does not need to be weighed in Baron Mordo's heart.

After guarding the world for nearly a thousand years, mages already have their own set of values. As early as hundreds of years ago, the mages of Karma Taj were able to destroy the whole town in order to clean up the pollution of evil gods. But now, watching six people die for the future of mankind is nothing to him at all.

Although it is a bit regrettable, their sacrifices may not be worthless. As for Baron Mordo, the only thing he can do now is to make their sacrifices more valuable. Therefore, without any hesitation, he used his own magic to convey the news of someone's invasion. And almost immediately, a middle-aged man with a sullen face and wearing a white suit appeared in front of him.

"Wow, wow. It's really surprising. I thought that after thousands of years, human beings can learn to be smarter. But now, it seems that they still like to use themselves as much as Yiqi Your life is a joke."

"King of the Fallen!"

Even with the arrogance of Baron Modu, he had to lower his head when facing this man in white. Because his name is Satan, the king of hell.

Of course, despite his noble status, Baron Mordo had to pay tribute. But he would not allow the people in front of him to place doubts on him for no reason. So immediately, he straightened his face and asked back with a blank expression.

"I don't know what you mean? Could it be that you suspect that there is an intruder here because of me?"

"Isn't this obvious?" Spreading his hands, Satan showed an exaggerated smile in the form of a human being. "If I remember correctly, the land under my feet has long been called a restricted area of ​​life. Countless human beings have used their lives to warn newcomers that this is not a place they should set foot in. And For nearly a hundred years, people have indeed been taboo here and dare not set foot in it. But today, you just told me that humans have come in. In such a situation, shouldn't I doubt you?"

"This is groundless speculation and slander, King of the Fallen."

The expression on his face was calm, not even the tone of his reply.

"If these people were related to me, I wouldn't report their existence. Besides, there are so many humans in the entire canyon, how can you guarantee that there are no guys with ulterior motives among them? Do not doubt them but doubt me, to be honest, Your Majesty, it is really difficult to maintain loyalty to you!"

"So, are you loyal to me?"

Satan lowered his head and looked at Baron Mordo who was sitting cross-legged on the ground. There is the purest black in his eyes, staring there, as if staring at an entire abyss. A little carelessness, it seems that even the soul will be annihilated in it.

Such power would certainly make people fearful, but Baron Mordo was not an ordinary person after all, so he just looked at Satan forcefully without giving in even the slightest bit.

"What do you think? Your Majesty."

"Ha, work hard, Sir Mordo. I believe in you, and I believe that you will become a very qualified supreme mage!"

Without continuing to pursue this issue, Satan himself is actually not sure what the problem is. He doubted Modu, but Modu didn't reveal anything worthy of his suspicion. In addition, he still has a place to use Modu, so in the end he just picked it up high, put it down gently and patted him on the shoulder.

"You don't need to worry about this matter. You just need to do the things you need to be responsible for. There are three days left. After three days, I hope to see a well-sorted ley line. If not, you You should know, I'm not a guy who forgives people easily..."

After Satan finished speaking, he quietly disappeared in front of Sir Mordo. And looking at the ashes-like black handprints he left on his shoulders, Baron Mordo could only sigh, and returned to his work.

He can only pray for those few humans now, and pray that they will be blessed. And in the face of Satan's gaze, how lucky they are, to be honest, he has no hope at all.

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