86, Iron Legion

In the grand palace, the long tables covered with red tablecloths are filled with fine food and wine, and the rich food and fruit mixed with the rich aroma of wine wafted out make people want to eat it with their appetite.

The fireplace is blazing with warm heat, the metal palm-coloured chairs are luxurious, the silver cutlery is intricately patterned, the golden candlesticks are beautiful, the top paintings hang on the surrounding walls, and the right amount of soothing music.

Everything is deeply aristocratic, even if it is a dinner hosted by the royal family in the Middle Ages.

"Looks like you're happy with your life now." The young man sitting at the top spoke.

If there were other people present at this sumptuous dinner, they would have been so shocked that their eyes would fall out, and it was not Victor Doom who was sitting in the seat of the symbolic host.

Is there anyone in the whole of Latvia who has a more prominent position and a more honorable status than this Dr. Doom?

Even the old aristocracy, the big warlords, the leaders of various parties, had to succumb to the feet of Victor Doom, so enthusiastic that they wanted to kneel down and lick his shoes.

"Satisfied, but not satisfied."

The metal masked Doctor Doom replied.

He put down the knife and fork in his hand and looked at Sean, who was sitting opposite, with mixed emotions in his eyes.

The other party has created a new personality for himself, ambitious, full of desire, and strong execution, with a ruthless and indifferent attitude towards everything.

To some extent, this can be said to be a true reflection of Sean's inner and other sides.

Doctor Doom knows all this, but in the long process of forming his personality, he is like an elephant tied to a rope, and he can no longer break free from the other party's grasp.

This is a storybook parable that says that zoo elephants can be tied with a thin rope and do not need to be chained or fenced, because when they are very young, the zookeepers tie this rope to their front legs, and when the elephants grow into behemoths, they are convinced that they will not be able to break free from the rope, so they will never think of running away again.

The truth of this fable is hard to discern, but it is so similar to the situation of Doctor Doom, who is the elephant on a leash and can never escape the fear of the character-building process.

Even if he became the uncrowned king of Latvia, the founder of the Cult of Doomsday, and controlled the fate of a country, he still could not escape the huge shadow hanging over his head.

Sean Sypers, the name is a nightmare and fear in his life that he can't get rid of.

"Latvia can't satisfy your ambitions?"

Sean took a shallow sip of red wine, a faint smile on his face.

"Latvia is a small country and I want more land and resources...... I want a war. ”

Doctor Doom's voice was slightly dull through the metal mask, and he leaned back in his chair, hidden in a dark green cloak.

"There will be a chance, and I also need Latvia to expand its territory in Eastern Europe until it qualifies for the World Security Council and gets a seat where I can have a voice."

Sean nodded, and instead of continuing the topic, he asked, "Do you know anything about Casillas and his gang of cultists?" They came to Latvia not so long ago, and they had a conflict with your Iron Legion. ”

"They have appeared in a Gypsy tribe in Latvia, performed bloody and cruel dark rituals, and at least hundreds of people have become the nourishment of evil gods."

Dr. Doom propped his chin in one hand and said slowly: "I sent the Iron Legion, they are the most powerful force in Latvia, the Terminator series of robots created by Skynet, to maintain the security and order of the entire country. ”

"In my opinion, they are far more trustworthy than humans, never erring, and always fair."

Dr. Doom is unsparing in his praise, and the unique beauty of his cold seriousness, as well as his eternal loyalty and unbetrayal trait, are beloved by the king of Latvia.

After officially taking control of the country, with the support of Ambrera, Latvia established a huge industrial chain centered on the capital, and used the resources produced to mass-produce metal bionic robots named "Terminator".

"The dark rituals performed by Casillas, not everyone's echo, will be responded to by the evil gods, and those who lose will be killed and sacrificed to Dormammu."

Doctor Doom paused, his mother was a former gypsy and knew a lot about the occult since childhood, and recently even began to learn all kinds of forbidden spells from the dark creatures entrenched in Eastern Europe at Sean's behest.

"It seems that they can hide in another dimensional dimension, and those spells that erode their will and corrupt their bodies have little effect on the Iron Legion, so Casillas didn't stay long, and after a short confrontation, he withdrew with the others."

Sean was silent, even with Skynet's surveillance, it was not easy to find Casillas who was hiding in Tibet.

The other party's goal is to develop Dormammu's dark minions on a large scale, gradually erode the material world, and destroy the strong defense line built by the three major temples, rather than wasting time on the search process, it is better to wait for Casillas to take the initiative to find the door.

Sean spoke his mind, and Doctor Doom immediately understood what he meant, Latvia is home to many gypsies, a mysterious people who rarely settle in one place for long, and the reason for their long-distance migration remains a mystery to the world.

In literary works, they are mysterious, psychic, and at peace with their encounters, the stubborn and beautiful "Carmen" in Mérimée's works, the kind girl Esmeralda in "Notre Dame de Paris", and the Kimfera and her people in Pushkin's long poem "The Tsgangers".

Unfortunately, the reality is not a glorified literary work, and in fact the life of the gypsies is not dreamy, they work hard, wander in all directions, struggle to make a living, mingle with beggars and thieves, and never escape the fate of expulsion and disgust, nor can they get out of the vicious cycle of childbearing, begging, and reproduction.

Whatever the true face of the gypsies, the women of this nation were indeed rich in psychics, mediums, and soothsayers, and their most common occupations were divination, medicine selling, begging, and acting, and they wandered around with itinerant circuses or open-top caravans.

"Try to fish out Casillas, their ranks are growing day by day, and even many witchers and church monks are being corrupted by Dormammu."

Sean tapped his fingers lightly on the table, looked at the flames on the menorah, and whispered, "Those gypsies, or dark creatures, will be the target of Casillas, keep an eye on them." ”

Doctor Doom nodded silently, and the glow of the fireplace reflected on the metal mask, red.

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