Gluttonous Warlock

Chapter 344 The Fourth Primarch
After three years of development, the "Church of the Titan" founded by Allen has spread out of Liberty City and spread to sanctuaries around the world, with more than one million believers.

At the same time, his other body in the world, Dr. Allen, who works for the Metropolitan Shelter Intelligence Bureau, has also had a prosperous career in the past three years and has been promoted to deputy director.

At nine o'clock on Monday morning, Dr. Allen took the documents and knocked on the door of the director's office.

"Please come in!" came the young woman's response from inside the room.

Allen opened the door and entered the room. When he saw the messy desk, he couldn't help but frown.

He sighed helplessly, rolled up his sleeves, tidied the desktop, sorted the files, and then scolded his immediate boss unceremoniously:
"If you really can't get rid of the bad habit of leaving things around, it's best to hire a secretary to wipe your butt."

crunch--

Opposite the desk, an oversized swivel chair rotates 180 degrees.

Margaret sat on the swivel chair, turning her back to Alan to face him.

The plump body was like a huge ball of jelly, filling the chair to the brim.

"Secretary? I don't need a follower who can only nod and bend, and I hate being told what to do. I have never been able to find a suitable candidate for this position."

"Now that I think about it, it seems that you are the only one suitable to be my secretary. Although sometimes you like to point fingers at me, I can barely bear it."

"Are you serious?" Allen stared into her eyes, "If you really think so, I wouldn't mind changing positions."

"Of course it's a joke!"

Margaret gave him a hard look.

"You are my number one favorite. If I pull you down from the position of deputy director and make you my secretary, people outside will just accuse me of overachieving and underestimating my talents. What if they say that I am abandoning the public service for personal reasons... How unfair it would be." !”

Allen heard the ambiguous meaning in her words and smiled awkwardly without saying anything.

Margaret opened the drawer, picked out Alan's favorite flavor from a row of colorful lollipops, and handed it to her, pretending to be casual and asking:

"Did your date at the weekend go well?"

Allen took the lollipop and shook his head.

"I worked overtime at short notice, so I turned down the appointment."

"Ah?!" Margaret showed an expression of surprise and disappointment. "I introduced my best friend to you and finally convinced you to go on a blind date. How can I let others go?"

"No way, work comes first." Allen complained angrily, "Besides, you were the one who issued the temporary overtime notice. The appointment you arranged yourself and the overtime work collided. How can you blame me?"

"It is true that I was negligent, but you also know that my mind has always been sloppy. You can ask me for leave." Margaret defended.

"Forget it, I didn't want to go on a blind date in the first place, and I want to thank you for giving me an excuse."

"You can't do this, my dear friend. If you don't get married at your age, others will doubt your sexual orientation."

Margaret advised seriously.

"If such rumors spread, it will be inconvenient for me to introduce you to blind dates in the future."

"That's just right. You don't have to worry about it, and I save myself trouble." Allen replied angrily, "You are not a little girl anymore. Instead of finding a girlfriend for me, you might as well marry yourself off first."

"I would like to marry, but it's a pity that I'm so fat. Which man dares to marry me?"

Margaret patted her jelly-like belly, a hint of self-deprecation hanging on her lips.

"Even if a man really dares to marry me, I'm still afraid of accidentally crushing him to death on the bed!"

"As long as you release most of the magic power stored in your body, you can lose weight immediately and enjoy life with a healthy and beautiful image. What's wrong with that?"

"You're right. I can become slim and beautiful at any time if I want. However, I don't like that state. I feel very insecure..."

Margaret sighed, a gloomy look on her face.

"At the very least, until I find a man who can make me feel safe, I will never expose my weak state to outsiders just to satisfy my vanity."

For this reason, Allen stopped talking, handed over the documents, and got back to the topic.

After Margaret read through it, her expression became extremely serious.

"Dr. Allen, are you sure that the Fourth Primarch, 'The Snatcher', is in the ruins of Huadu right now?"

Allen nodded seriously.

"Over the years, I have never given up on exploring the whereabouts of Titan Primarchs IV and V."

"Unfortunately, the detection range is limited to the Titan network, and the original body is very cunning and will always avoid the network service area."

"Until recently, my detection skills evolved again. The detection radius was expanded to 5000 kilometers, and I finally found the long-missing fourth Primarch - the Snatcher!"

Speaking of this, Allen showed an excited expression.

In fact, detection magic does not rely on the Titan network at all, and there is no upper limit to the detection distance.

As early as three years ago, Allen had locked the locations of the remaining two Titan Primarchs.

At that time, his strength and position were too low, and his status in the minds of Solomon and his daughter was not high.

If his detection ability is exposed beyond the radiation radius of Titan's network, it will inevitably arouse suspicion, and he may be dismissed as a hidden danger.

Now that the time has come, it is time to advance the plan, so Margaret is informed of this late information.

"I believe you, Dr. Allen, we must act as soon as possible!"

Margaret also seemed very excited, jumped up from the swivel chair, and took Alan's hand.

"Let's go! Let's go report to father right now!"

The two excitedly walked into Dr. Solomon's office to report this blockbuster information.

However, when I left, there was no smile on my face.

The good news is that Dr. Solomon agreed to send an elite force to the ruins of Huadu across the ocean to recover the No. [-] Primarch "The Snatcher".

However, Dr. Solomon did not want to lead the team himself and placed the entire responsibility on his daughter and Ellen.

Margaret complained about her father's cold attitude.

As soon as he walked out of the office, he complained to Allen.

"It's too rash for dad to just let go of such a big matter."

As a subordinate of father and daughter, Allen could only persuade Margaret to be considerate of her father in this situation.

"At least one of you, father and daughter, must stay at home to maintain the normal operation of the Titan Network."

"Your father has just changed his body. He needs some time to recuperate and adapt. He really can't leave. It is reasonable for his daughter to lead the team to recover the original body for him."

"After all, you already have the ability to take charge of your own business. Sooner or later, you will take over from your father, so you might as well practice now."

Margaret nodded slightly and accepted his consolation, but there was still a look of loss on her face.

After returning to his office and closing the door, he finally couldn't help but confide in Allen.

"Ever since dad changed into a younger body, looking at that unfamiliar face, I always feel that he is no longer the father he used to be."

"Perhaps you would say that the reincarnated person only replaced the body, and the soul has not changed, so he is still the same person as before."

"But is communication between people really limited to the spiritual level and has nothing to do with the physical body?"

"How much of the emotions accumulated over the years are based on spiritual communication, and how much are based on familiar figures, voices and smells?"

"If the latter has changed, how can we be sure that the familiar soul is still contained in that strange skin?"

Faced with her series of sharp questions, Allen made no attempt to answer.

"Margaret, since you already have the answer in your mind, why bother embarrassing me with these questions again?"

Margaret lowered her head in frustration.

As Allen said, no matter how he comforted himself, he could not change a sad fact for her:

After reincarnation, the father became a stranger, and on the basis of strangeness, alienation will inevitably breed.

Margaret knew in her heart that no matter how much she emphasized the spiritual bond, she could not confide her feelings to an unfamiliar face and regard him as her spiritual support as before, seeking family affection and security.

Even without the help of "Translimited Telepathy", Allen could see that Margaret urgently needed to fill the void in her heart.

So he took the initiative to hold her hand, brought it to her lips and kissed her.

In this slightly cheeky way, encourage her to cheer up.

Margaret raised her head and looked at him blankly.

His moist eyes became extremely hot.

……

On the banks of the Seine, the city that was once known as the most beautiful city in the world has been reduced to ruins in the Age of Calamity.

In the center of the Champ de Mars, on a rusty iron tower, there was a long, white arm lying across it, as if basking in the sun.

The arm was broken off at the elbow joint, leaving only the lower half connected to the palm. No flesh and bone could be seen in the cross section, revealing irregular golden crystalline material.

A large group of strange creatures gathered in the square where the Iron Tower was located.

Most of them are gigantic animals infected with Titan cells.

The herd was also mixed with naked, deformed giants.

These titan beasts and human mutants are usually scattered in various neighborhoods of the abandoned city, carefully guarding their respective territories.If they meet on a narrow road, a fierce fight will inevitably break out.

But today was different.

Giants and monsters who are usually hostile to each other are attracted to the square by the same mysterious force.

Surround the iron tower and worship the broken arm on the top of the tower.

It's like a group of fanatical believers worshiping the gods.

Five kilometers away, the most famous museum site in the old era is now occupied by a hunting team from the metropolis.

The team led by Margaret and Dr. Allen includes two hundred mercenaries, all of whom are B-level or above superpowers.

Allen had a pistol in his waistband.

On the surface, it looks the same as the firearms of the old era, but it has actually been modified to use crystal nuclei as propellant instead of gunpowder that has been contaminated by Titan cells and has become extremely unstable.

Other thermal weapons assigned to the hunting team have also undergone similar modifications, making them safer to use and more powerful.

But in the minds of most mercenaries, guns and bombs are just expensive toys.

It can only be used to deal with B-level and below targets, but it is not of much use against high-level prey with supernatural perception and teleportation capabilities.

Either you have just started aiming and the target is already aware of it.

Or if you shoot empty clips with ping ping ping pong, the target will not break through the defense at all.

Two hundred mercenaries, including 48 "Wanderers".

They were asked by Margaret to carry only the minimum equipment, and most of the weight was used to carry weapons and ammunition.

The "Wanderers" were quite critical of the eldest lady's order, and privately felt that it was purely nonsense.

Not to mention these machine guns and bombs, even nuclear bombs cannot destroy the Titan Primarch. There is no point in carrying these burdens!
However, they dare not disobey the orders of their immediate superiors, even if it is just the eldest lady's temporary caprice.

Among this team, Allen is the most popular and is regarded by the mercenaries as a bridge of communication with Margaret.

They did not dare to complain directly to Margaret, so they came to Alan to complain and asked him to convey their dissatisfaction on their behalf.

After all, everyone knows that he enjoys a special status next to the eldest lady, and Margaret will always seriously consider his objections.

Allen truthfully responded to the mercenaries' complaints.

"I advise you to mind your own business, those losers know nothing!"

Margaret looked contemptuous.

"Thermal weapons can't kill high-level Titan beasts? Wrong, that's just because the firepower isn't enough!"

"As long as the firepower is fierce enough, there is no monster that cannot be killed. If you don't believe me, just wait and see!"

Allen smiled and declined to comment on her point.

The words that should be conveyed have already been conveyed, and next he has to do his own job.

The museum hall, which was once used to display famous paintings, now has a shiny reinforced fiberglass mirror wall erected as a medium for Allen to display his detective skills.

Margaret led the mercenaries and gathered around the mirror wall.

Allen raised his hand to touch the mirror, and his fingertips shed a dreamy luster.

On the smooth mirror surface, the surveillance screen appeared.

The focus of the camera is locked on the white left arm at the top of the iron tower.

"The skin is well maintained and the fingers are slender and delicate. They look like the hands of a young girl who is good at playing the piano."

Margaret stood in front of the mirror and commented with a relaxed expression.

Suddenly, she turned to look at Allen and asked a question that he didn't expect.

"Doctor, do you think this arm is beautiful?"

"not bad."

"If you are willing to sacrifice part of your limbs, I can give you this beautiful arm."

"Thank you for your generosity, Margaret, but have you asked your father about this? You don't want to make your own decisions."

"Dad himself refuses to lead a team to hunt for the Snatcher, so I don't need to consider his opinion on the distribution of trophies."

Margaret's words revealed strong resentment.

Ellen could tell that she was still brooding over her father's strangeness and alienation after his reincarnation.

The gap between father and daughter was exactly what he expected.

When necessary, Allen doesn't mind fanning the flames and deepening the conflict between father and daughter.

But not now, because he didn't want to be too explicit and arouse the suspicion of the father and daughter.

At this time, the severed hand being monitored by the mirror suddenly floated up from the tower.

He rotated slowly in the air, his palms facing the mirror.

Allen immediately noticed that a cold and malicious mental fluctuation was fed back through his monitoring perspective.

With the mental resistance of a demigod, Allen instantly suppressed the mental fluctuations that tried to invade his mind.

The "grabber" in the mirror trembled slightly.

He seemed slightly surprised that he could resist his own mind control.

Then he realized that the creatures that were peering at him from a distance were not like the group of infected people in the square, who could easily capture their hearts and become their slaves.

At the same time, Margaret also noticed the malicious psychic energy pouring out of the mirror.

The smile on the fat face suddenly faded, and he raised his hand to cover his chest.

Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
A dull heartbeat like a drum came from Margaret's broad and plump chest.

In the hall, except for Allen, the other mercenaries were confused by the magical halo rising from the mirror and fell into a state of confusion.

Hearing Margaret's heartbeat at this moment, the collective came back to their senses and regained consciousness.

Recalling the experience of being controlled by the mind just now, everyone was frightened and hurriedly picked up their weapons and prepared for the battle.

Allen turned to look at Margaret and understood.

There are two hearts growing symbiotically in Margaret's chest.

One of them is an ordinary heart that is born with it.

The other one is the "misser" transplanted the day after tomorrow.

Just now, Margaret activated one of the two original body skills "Misser".

Forms a protective barrier through the heartbeat to resist mental interference.

According to Allen's observation, the mental protection provided by this skill is better than the 8-ring magic "psychic barrier".

Coupled with the group effect, it is no exaggeration to say that it has reached the level of legendary protective magic.

Therefore, it can resist the legendary mind control from "The Seizer".

"Don't let your guard down, our troubles have just begun!"

Allen reminded his companions in a deep voice.

"The 'Snatcher' has discovered that we are secretly monitoring us and has just launched a wave of mental backlash. Fortunately, the eldest lady resisted it."

"Psychic attack is a basic skill that all Titans have. The 'Grabber' must have even more terrifying unique skills..."

While warning his teammates, Allen moved his steps quietly and got out of the mirror reflection range.

The actions of this chicken thief were not noticed by the people present.

At this time, people's attention is attracted by the "grabber" in the mirror.

"Grabber" uses Allen's detection perspective and path inversion to target hostile creatures.

Now, Allen hides in a corner that is not reflected by the mirror, and the "Grabber" cannot sense his exact location.

The person who appears in the mirror instead of Allen and has an unparalleled presence is none other than Margaret, the 1/3rd kilo eldest lady.

The Seizer's attention naturally shifted to her.

He discovered that Margaret was pregnant with the original Titan, and opened a mental barrier to block his own mental attacks, immediately treating her as his number one enemy.

On top of the iron tower, in the void.

Pale palms, fingers varicose.

Make a gesture of grabbing from the air.

Margaret's face changed slightly, and she instinctively crossed her palms and pressed her chest to protect her heart.

……

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(End of this chapter)