Chapter 144: Chapter 144: Sokovia
1000 Points of Luck Value?
Orion's eyes flashed, and a smile immediately appeared on his face. He knew that promoting the formation of the Mystic Council and the Mystic Alliance would benefit the Hidden World.
According to the formula for calculating the luck value, the advantages of this matter outweigh the disadvantages.
Or… No downside at all!
Orion's eyes flickered.
If the Mystic Council and the Mystic Alliance advance steadily, the emergence of the Illuminati will also bring about a major turning point in the future, uniting the major forces in the universe!
And he will be the leader of the Illuminati!
Above the Supreme Sorcerer.
In this way, his plan to collect Infinity Gems will also be completed by the Illuminati through division of labor and joint efforts.
The Infinity Gems maintain the six major rules of the current universe: Time, Space, Mind, Power, Reality, and Soul.
Any Infinity Stone can grant ordinary people incredible power.
For example, Captain Marvel, Carol Danvers, possesses cosmic-level energy because of the Space Stone.
Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver also stimulated their hidden X-factor through the Mind Stone!
Even Orion's genetic mutation is related to the Power Stone!
"Huh."
"The Power Stone can awaken my mutant abilities, so it should also be able to awaken Wanda and Pietro as well!"
"The Power Gem contains the law of power and is far more suitable for ability stimulation experiments than the Mind Gem."
"Why not…"
"Just bring Wanda and Quicksilver here directly… This way, I can gain the favor of the twins, making it easier for me to build my own Force…"
Orion's heart moved.
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Scarlet Witch.
Possessing incredible chaos power.
It can easily rewrite reality, subvert the laws of matter, and even create a "Fantasy" where everything operates spontaneously, giving Maria Rambeau extraordinary abilities.
Orion had no reason to let the Hydra organization take advantage of this potential stock.
Before this, he had been developing in a weak manner, but now, with magical power to rival the Sorcerer Supreme, it was time for him to step out of Kamar-Taj and artificially intervene in the course of history.
After all, every move, thought, and idea of his could bring about a major turning point in the fate of the entire world.
And if you want to upgrade all the purple entries to red entries, it will cost a lot of money!
Just as he was about to leave, an uninvited guest entered the main hall, leading his followers and supporters.
The guest had a gloomy look and a solemn expression. He wore the attire of a master of the Mystic arts, with two scimitars inserted diagonally on his back. He looked displeased, glancing at Orion coldly before approaching the Ancient One.
Casillas.
Like Mordo, he is like a time bomb in Kamar-Taj. With his obsession, he actually led fanatics to confront the Ancient One?
"Tsk."
"Forget it."
"There is no official position for Casillas."
"Are you here to cause trouble?"
"Luckily… I picked myself out."
Orion thought.
Just as he was about to leave, the Venerable Ancient One stopped him.
There was a hint of mockery on the Ancient One's face, and it was clear she already knew the purpose of Casillas's visit.
"Casillas."
"The proposals for the Mystic Council and the Mystic Alliance all came from this acting Supreme Sorcerer."
"It wasn't me."
"You should negotiate with him."
The Ancient One diverted the disaster to others.
The words hadn't finished yet.
The fanatics had surrounded Orion, preventing him from escaping.
"Orion."
"Haven't seen you for a long time."
"Although you are the acting Supreme Sorcerer, you should not break the rules of Kamar-Taj by establishing the Mystic Council and the Mystic Alliance. Why didn't you inform other Mystic Masters about such an important matter?"
"Do you know what consequences this will lead to?"
Casillas walked over with a cold and gloomy look in his eyes.
Although he had no official identity or authority, he relied on his personal charm to gather a group of mystic sorcerers, and his reputation as a fanatic was well-known throughout the Hidden World.
Both his magical power and talent were superior to other masters of the Mystic arts, at least higher than Tina and Wong!
It made sense.
He should have a seat on the Mystic Council.
However.
Casillas and the fanatics had not received any prior news!
This was too much!
It was obvious that the acting Supreme Sorcerer did not take Casillas seriously at all!
Facing the aggressive fanatics, Orion's eyes changed.
He was not afraid of Casillas. The outcome of the holy land competition had already been decided, and he was capable of crushing Casillas.
But…
If Casillas leads the fanatics and they all rebel against Kamar-Taj, it will cause turmoil in the Hidden World.
If the fanatics surrender to Dormammu in advance, a devastating disaster may break out in this Mysterious world!
This was an issue that could not be ignored.
Do your job when you are in your position.
Political power struggles often involve killing without bloodshed.
"Casillas."
"You have to understand."
"I am the acting Supreme Sorcerer. Before I proposed the idea of the Mystic Council, I did not think the Ancient One would agree."
"Secondly, the seats in the Mystic Council rotate every ten years and are not lifelong."
"Finally, it's not like I haven't considered your arrangements. For example, the Mystic Alliance also needs a far-sighted leader. You are very suitable for this position."
Orion thought about it, and a smile appeared on his face.
Want power?
Then give him the power.
Mystic Alliance.
It aims to unite all Hidden families. Almost all Hidden families were founded by masters of Mystic magic, and their positions are naturally close to Kamar-Taj.
Even though the Ancient One was the nominal leader, she might not be available all the time.
Therefore, pushing Casillas to the position of leader of the Mystic Alliance could not only convince the Hidden families but also make Casillas busy dealing with the Hidden family's political affairs, thereby alleviating his obsession.
It was like killing two birds with one stone!
"Mystic Alliance…"
"Orion."
"Can you decide who will be the leader of the Mystic Alliance?"
"Or… should the competent ones take the place?"
Casillas's eyes fluctuated.
"Is there any difference between the two?"
"You are a master of the Mystic arts whose power is unfathomable."
"Anyway, you know what I mean."
Orion smiled.
Afterward, a portal was opened, leading to Europe.
Casillas and the fanatics did not stop him this time and let Orion pass through the door and disappear.
At this moment, the Ancient One seemed to be thinking about something and finally understood Orion's original intention in designing the Mystic Alliance.
The main reason… lies in checks and balances.
The Supreme Sorcerer, the Mystic Council, and the Mystic Alliance.
It actually formed a stable triangular structure.
It could be seen that Orion's actions were not impulsive but the result of careful consideration, allowing the masters of Mystic Arts to stay in their positions.
"Orion…"
"I'm not as good as him."
The Ancient One was secretly impressed.
It's not like she hadn't been peeking into the future.
Because of Orion's actions, countless possibilities emerged again, but it was not clear which possibility would become reality.
The Ancient One said she would wait and see.
Wong, Mordo, Tina, Hamill, Daniel Drum… secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
If Orion had not come forward, the Mystic Council would have struggled to handle the matter.
Casillas and the fanatics behind him might have left Kamar-Taj and set up their own faction.
The prestige and strength of the Kamar-taj would have also plummeted!
But where did Orion go?
Why has he been doing nothing?
Where is the Rune Academy?.
Sokovia
Located in Eastern Europe.
Situated between the great powers, it is poor and backward, with many extremist forces lurking underground, and wars and raids breaking out frequently.
Society has already collapsed.
Due to the current government's corruption, even if the people of Sokovia are unwilling to accept it, they can only endure hunger and cold and hold demonstrations in exchange for a little sympathy from the bureaucracy.
However.
How could the bureaucratic group, who are indulging themselves, care about the lives of ordinary people?
As long as the capital tycoons behind the scenes continue to supply supplies and exert political influence, there will be no changes in Sokovia.
While the rich enjoy wine and meat, the roads are like a frozen wasteland.
It's a true portrayal of Sokovia.
Homeless people so thin that their bones are visible can be seen everywhere on the streets.
This world has never been safe!
The competition between countries has never stopped and has even intensified.
"Step down!"
"Reform the cabinet!"
"Sokovia will never surrender!"
"Bureaucrats who sell out the interests of the people should die!"
A group of passionate young people with immature looks are holding up banners on the streets, angrily denouncing the bureaucracy for sitting in their positions and doing nothing.
Demonstrations have become almost a norm in Sokovia, and the bureaucracy does not feel any pain at all, often using military force to suppress them.
A corpulent politician, disdain clear on his face, peered through the window at the marching crowd below. He swirled a goblet filled with bright red wine, savoring each sip.
Arrogance and disdain glittered in his eyes.
"Who made these parasites not be born into a wealthy family?"
"Aren't they tired of marching all day and shouting empty slogans?"
"Zemo."
"Look at this bunch of garbage."
"Does it look like a dog?"
Chief Spiro Lenovich spoke with a sneer, as though he were enjoying a grand theatrical performance.
Nearby, a young soldier, armed to the teeth with guns and live ammunition, sighed inwardly.
Despite his noble heritage as a Sokovian, he could do nothing to change the grim reality.
The balance of power among the major nations was beyond Sokovia's capacity to disrupt.
"Zemo."
"Take note of who yells the loudest."
"Tonight, lead your Echo Scorpion Squad and ensure they disappear forever."
A cold light flickered in Chief Justice Lenovich's eyes. He would not permit the protest forces to gain strength and jeopardize his reign!
"Clear."
Zemo nodded in acknowledgment.
Bound by his noble background, Zemo's interests were firmly aligned with Spiro Lenovich. As the commander of the Echo Scorpion Special Forces, his sole duty was to execute orders.
Before long, the intervention of the Echo Scorpion Special Forces brought the demonstration to an abrupt halt.
The twin siblings returned to their temporary residence in disappointment.
It was an abandoned two-story apartment.
Rumor had it that an extremist organization had murdered the family that once lived here, and it had become the twins' refuge.
Their dinner that night was nothing but cold canned food. With no water or electricity in the apartment, they were forced to eat what they had.
The meal was hardly appetizing.
Yet, for the twins, it was a feast.
"Wanda."
"This blanket is for you."
The man, solidly built with a sturdy physique, handed the blanket to his sister. The temperature had plummeted recently.
Sokovians were suffering from colds of varying severity, and there was no chance of medical treatment.
Medicines, food, drinking water…
Even toilet paper had become a luxury.
"Pietro."
"You said… Can Sokovia still be saved?"
Wanda accepted the blanket and draped it over her shoulders. Her delicate, beautiful face appeared a bit gaunt, with long brown-red hair cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes revealed deep confusion and pain.
A sudden ballistic missile had turned her and Pietro into war orphans in their childhood, and even their other relatives had fled Sokovia.
The twins had bounced from one orphanage to another, barely surviving to adulthood.
Yet, the chaos in Sokovia had driven them to the brink of despair.
They longed to escape but found it hard to leave their homeland.
After all, their parents were buried here!
"Who knows?"
"It might have some effect, right?"
Pietro hugged his arms, not immune to the cold.
He wanted only to give his sister the best.
But then suddenly.
A group of formidable special forces burst in through the window.
The military commander leading the team was none other than Zemo!
Baron Helmut Zemo.
Faced with the dark, cold barrels of their guns, the twins crumpled to the ground, shivering with fear!
'Echo Scorpion'?
How had the infamous assassination squad found them?
The twins exchanged silent glances, as if resigned to their fate, and faintly perceived their parents' welcome.
But Zemo lowered his weapon and gestured for his men to halt.
"You…"
"Just eat these?"
Baron Zemo had initially intended to execute them, but seeing the twins as mere helpless orphans stirred a trace of pity in his heart.
Even the other soldiers hesitated.
Who hadn't faced poverty and hunger?
Nonetheless.
Prime Minister Lenovich's orders were clear: Anyone who defied the command would be shot!
Baron Zemo would not sacrifice his own life for insignificant bystanders.
"Feel sorry."
Zemo waved his hand dismissively.
The soldier raised his gun once more and placed his finger on the trigger.
End of chapter
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