A transmigrator who seized a body would never shout these things out at a life-or-death moment.
Homelander recalled that the movie commentary clips he had watched while browsing short videos in his past life flashed through his mind.
This wasn't some soul-transmigration by a transmigrator.
This is Wanda from another Universe!
It is that Scarlet Witch who turned dark to find her children in "Wanda's Search for Relatives"!
But Homelander was also puzzled in his heart, was this darkened Witch going to find her children by committing Carnage against the Illuminati?
Here, he hadn't even had time to give Wanda an injection yet, where would children come from?
However, after guessing the other person's identity, the killing intent in Homelander's heart dissipated by more than half.
Since she wasn't in the same line of work, everything was easy to discuss.
After all, Wanda was a super "leek" that he had painstakingly cultivated, and right now was the harvest season.
If he ruined her, it would truly be a massive loss.
The coldness on Homelander's face vanished without a trace, and he quickly put on a deep and worried expression.
"Leave her body... Give my Wanda back to me!"
Scarlet Wanda struggled to crawl up from the ground, wiping away the blood at the corner of her mouth.
She looked at Homelander's affectionate appearance and sneeringly refused.
"Impossible."
How could she possibly leave?
She had gone through all sorts of schemes to find America's whereabouts, and this body was the only vessel in this Universe where she could move freely.
More importantly, her physical body in her original Universe had already been destroyed in the previous magic backlash.
If she left this body now, she would have nowhere to go.
This body was her only reliance.
"My purpose has not been completed yet, I will never give up control of this body," Scarlet said in a firm tone, "You can kill me. But you must be clear, if you ruin this body, the Wanda you know will also die together with me."
The man in front of her had stopped at the very last moment, which made her realize an important matter.
He didn't dare to kill her.
Facing this naked threat, Homelander's expression turned cold.
His first thought was to inflict torture.
With his methods, he had ten thousand ways to make her endure pain that ordinary people could not imagine, making her unable to bear the torment and crawl out obediently on her own.
But upon second thought, he immediately abandoned this idea.
If he subjected this body to severe torture, even if the foreign soul left, all these physical ravages would be retained in the body intact.
When the Wanda of this Universe recaptured control, if she remembered everything she had suffered, the subsequent special popularity value earnings might be greatly discounted.
This deal wasn't worth it.
He couldn't torture her, nor could he kill her.
Homelander fell into a brief silence.
Seeing that Homelander wasn't speaking, Scarlet Wanda thought he had misgivings, and her attitude became even more arrogant.
"It seems you care about her a lot," Scarlet Wanda sneered coldly, "Since you don't dare to kill me, then do as I say. Bring America over to me, and once I find my children, I will naturally return the body to her."
Homelander ignored her conditions and thought to himself about something.
Suddenly, the light bulb above his head lit up, and a brilliant idea surfaced in his heart.
Homelander shifted his gaze to Scarlet Wanda, the corners of his mouth slowly curling into a Dragon King smile.
Seeing this smile, Scarlet Wanda's heart skipped a beat inexplicably, and she instinctively took half a step back.
"Since you are not willing to leave voluntarily..." Homelander said as he casually untied the hidden buttons on his uniform, "Then I can only use love to awaken my dear Wanda."
Scarlet Wanda was stunned.
"Use love?" Her brows were tightly locked, her eyes filled with vigilance, completely unable to understand what madness this man was going through.
Immediately following, she saw Homelander stride forward with his long legs, closing in on her step by step, unreservedly showing the aggressiveness and lust in his eyes.
Scarlet Wanda panicked inwardly.
"What are you going to do?" she sternly shouted, her body involuntarily retreating backward once again.
"What am I going to do? Didn't I just say it?" Homelander spread his hands and replied with an innocent face.
"Of course... to make love."
As he drew closer, the lewd smile on Homelander's face became more and more presumptuous.
"Using the most primitive love to awaken my Wanda. To continue completing... our unfinished business from just now."
Hearing these words, Scarlet Wanda was struck by lightning.
Her eyes widened immensely, a strong sense of shame and anger rushing straight to her head.
She never expected that this man, who seemed to possess the divine might of a god, could actually be shameless to such a degree!
He... he actually wanted to force her!
"You! How could you..." Scarlet Wanda trembled all over with anger, chaotic magic gathering between her hands once again, and the surrounding space began to distort.
She assumed an attacking posture, pointing at Homelander with a face of shock and anger.
"If you take another step closer, I'll fight you to the death! I... wuwu...!!"
Before she finished her words, her chin was tightly pinched by a powerful hand.
"Glug, glug."
Then a bottle of unknown red liquid was forcefully poured down her throat.
The liquid carried an extremely strong aroma of wine, like a ball of Fire burning down along her esophagus.
After finishing the pouring, Homelander let go of his hand and stepped back half a step.
"Cough cough cough... cough cough..."
Scarlet Wanda covered her neck, choked repeatedly by the pungent taste.
She frantically scraped at her throat in panic: "You... what did you give me to drink? Poison?"
Homelander played with the empty small glass bottle in his hand and replied with a relaxed expression: "How could it be poison? Just a drink to liven up the mood."
"Seeking death!" Wanda was angry to the extreme, preparing to release the chaotic magic she had accumulated for a long time and fight the man in front of her to the death.
She assumed the attacking posture of the Bone Claw, waving her hands back and forth.
The next second, her expression froze.
Because nothing happened at all.
Refusing to believe it, she waved her hands again.
Still there was no reaction whatsoever.
No red light, no mana fluctuations.
No matter how hard she tried or what awkward poses she struck, she couldn't release even a shred of magic.
Her magic had failed.
Homelander stood in front of her, looking at her bewildered expression, and smiled with satisfaction.
"It seems you are ready to receive the treatment of love."
In fact, this bottle of red liquid was a special prop that Homelander had drawn from a blind box hundreds of chapters ago.
After drinking it, one would gain a 30-minute magic immunity constitution.
It could immunize against all magic, including one's own.
And the Scarlet Witch who had lost her magic was now just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"No... don't come over..." She retreated desperately backward, but behind her was already a hard wall with nowhere left to retreat.
"Shh." Homelander extended a finger and placed it on his lips, revealing a charming smile. "Relax, I will be very gentle. After all, this is my lover's body."
Homelander grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his embrace.
"Let me go! You pervert!" The Scarlet Witch struggled desperately, her fists frantically pounding against Homelander's chest.
But her meager strength as an ordinary person couldn't even count as tickling to Homelander, who possessed a Steel Body.
Ignoring her resistance, Homelander picked her up around the waist and strode toward the large, comfortable handmade cashmere bed inside the suite.
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