Alien

Chapter 217 Lantern No. 3, the desperate Universe needs you to stand up

Duva does have a certain degree of confidence in controlling the anti-life equation, because he is not yet a life form in the DC world. At most, he uses the natives of the DC world as his shell.

However, Dua is not interested in this thing, because no matter how powerful this formula is, it will eventually be under death.

No matter how crazy the killing is, killing all the living creatures in the entire DC world, it is not bad to be able to reach the level of the Black Death Emperor, let alone compare with death.

The current death is just the death of the multiverse. In a few years, after accumulating more, death will become the death of the omnipotent universe, able to cross the wall of origin at will, claiming to be with God.

Moreover, the anti-life equation, to a certain extent, controlling this thing is equivalent to positioning oneself in an "anti-life" position, which is a limitation in itself.

"In the future, if I have specifications beyond this equation, I can throw this thing to a subordinate and let him use it."

Dua played with the formula somewhat nonchalantly, without much interest anymore.

"If you don't want it, you can give it to me. Maybe my Omega effect can form a new power. At least it will give me the ability to fight against the zombie virus."

Sanosed came over.

He already knew what had happened before. As a vessel for Duva to consume at will, his vitality was severely injured, his godhood was damaged, and he was on the verge of collapse. What was even worse was that the terrifying power of the zombie virus was like the Sword of Damocles. hanging above his head.

Sanoside finally saw that Dua didn't care about the threat of the zombie virus. He would rather fight the zombie virus with krypton life than take any further action.

Nor does he care about the Anti-Life Equation.

"It's not your style to ask for rewards. Sanoside, your mind has changed? But you are not infected with the zombie virus."

Dua glanced at Sanoside: "Even without you, I can have more containers to use. Don't be too self-righteous. Also, if you rebel against my plan, you can already declare bankruptcy."

"Sure enough, you knew it from the beginning! Obviously I deliberately didn't think about it and strictly controlled my brain, but you still knew - you can really read my thinking, even if I deliberately didn't think deeply about it. !" Sanoside's face looked a little ugly, but when faced with the truth, he felt inexplicably relieved.

"Your plan still works, as long as the efficiency of hunting other Darkseids exceeds my efficiency of getting stronger." Dua said.

If Sanosed can swallow enough fragments of his godhead and eventually be promoted to a multi-god, it is entirely possible to escape Dua's control, but then again, he has the opportunity to hunt and devour countless Darkseid, so It is necessary to obtain Dua's permission first, which is an unsolvable knot.

"Alternatively, when you have a size that is barely comparable to mine, you can use the Omega Effect to control living bodies and directly attack me."

Dua knew everything about Sanoside's plan, and also knew exactly what methods Sanoside could use.

"Dakseid of the main world is right. You are simply an extremely arrogant god. It is enough to make me extremely bored and make me feel...afraid." Standing in front of Dua, Sanosid was carrying I don’t know when my hand was put down.

"There is no need to be afraid of me, Sanosed. I am not a tyrant in the true sense. I will not kill my subordinates to obtain trivial pleasure. Compared to this, you will have to kill more enemies for me to let me Feel pleasure.”

"What about Darkseid?"

"Go ahead and do it boldly. You look for opportunities to make yourself stronger, and whether you will betray me are completely unrelated to each other. In my eyes, that's the way it is." Dua showed a very warm side, and Khazar Northside did not feel warm at all, and there was an endless chill in his heart.

He believed that Dua was telling the truth, but he was even more frightened because of it.

What kind of freak could have such a terrible mentality?

"That's what he is like. This indifferent mentality may be the reason why he can become your master, and it is also the reason why he can bring alien creatures to a special height."

Alexander Luther walked over, always using the power of the Six Gods to be wary of the zombie virus that would spread from nowhere. He had a smart brain and powerful strength to fight against superpowers. Naturally, he was also well aware of gods like Duva. How terrible.

There are almost no weaknesses.

And this kind of all-roundness without any weaknesses allows Dua to always face the huge disasters that should have destroyed the world with a more calm attitude.

"The zombies are already running towards the earth, and we must be prepared to fight them." Luther said to the others, "According to my calculations, gods from other worlds must have noticed Dua and the aliens and chose to observe them secretly us."

"According to my calculations, those guys have already arrived and are on their way to take action." Another Luthor, Lex Luthor of the DCEU, took up the topic with a strange voice.

Alexander Luther looked at his shamelessly weak self coldly: "Why aren't you dead yet, a waste like you? Even if you have powerful alien larvae in your body, it can't save your poor IQ and even worse strength. .”

The two Luthors broke out into a quarrel, and when they glanced at each other inadvertently, they realized that Dua didn't care about their little actions at all.

"What a tragedy. I always feel that I should do something, but among all my plans, none of them have a success rate that satisfies me..." Alexander Luthor felt disappointed, and he missed having survived the fight for the Anti-Life Equation. The super queen was infected by the zombie virus and fell.

He came up with a great plan, which was to give birth to a baby with great potential, and then use some powerful force - such as the Anti-Life Equation, of course, it would be better if it was Dewar's entire concept - Put it into the baby's body to turn the baby into a very useful super weapon.

He only needs to shout "Zansha" to guide the powerful power into the baby's body...

It's a pity that the Super Queen is dead. Even if she is not dead, there are actually too many variables in this plan, and the success rate is very low.

Moreover, he also lacks reliable allies. The gang of bastards from the Criminal Syndicate, the most powerful superpower, now wearing the Ring of Power, will gradually become a self-pitying waste. It is really sad.

At this time, in Universe 3, which was full of madness and disorder, a white light appeared out of thin air. A god sitting on a large chair, sitting seriously, read the entire history of the universe in just one moment.

A large number of wandering zombies discovered his existence, and a very small number of zombies that moved in the vacuum of the universe rushed towards him quickly, wanting to bite him.

"Zombies... this thing is not a completely new thing. It contains part of the anti-life equation to a large extent."

He turned around and rushed towards the earth.

"You two have very good intelligence, but it's not enough. In front of me, your plans are just like children's playing house."

The god sitting on the chair first appeared in front of the two Luthers, tapping the handle of the chair with his fingers. The chair instantly erupted with a bright light, forcibly separating the two Luthers. Although this move made no sense, it was deliberate to declare strength, because the two Luthors had no intention of fighting.

This guy's sudden appearance alarmed many people.

Several aliens immediately surrounded Metron and were ready to take action.

The Dark Walker appeared like a ghost, silently preparing to bring death to the visitor, but after seeing clearly who the other party was, he was stunned for a moment, showing a look of astonishment.

"The Mobius Chair...the so-called God of Knowledge?" Dua recognized this guy's identity at a glance.

After the Anti-Monitor obtained the Anti-Life Equation, he abandoned the Mobius Chair he had made.

Therefore, Metron, who was born in the New God Clan, took the opportunity to sit on the chair and jumped from a third-rate god to the extremely powerful God of Knowledge.

Of course, it is a matter of opinion whether this so-called God of Knowledge is more appropriate to refer to the Möbius Chair, or to the being who sits on the chair but is actually constantly controlled by the chair.

Anyway, Dua's eyes didn't stay too much on Metron. He stared at the chair under Metron for significantly longer.

But that's all. He was interested in living bodies, to be precise, living bodies of flesh and blood. He really couldn't get started with a machine.

"Conceptual God Duva, I have been paying attention to you. After you killed the Anti-Monitor, my interest in you reached its peak. I have seen through your special characteristics, and finally know why the Sandman wants to block you for you. The new gods of Apokolips."

Metron sat upright, and the large chair emitted streams of information light from time to time, making his figure look extremely sacred.

"I see, that Sandman guy..." Dua pondered, feeling that this was indeed something Sandman could do, adhering to his inner ideals and doing things that even gods would not do.

Probably because he is afraid of triggering a war between the two multiverses, but what Sandman doesn't know is that Dua will definitely find ways to make the two multiverses intersect, not necessarily to the extent of starting a war, but he must promote the situation that is beneficial to him to go further. situation arises.

Metron carefully observed Dua and used the power of the Möbius Chair to collect massive amounts of information and calculate Dua's thinking.

He even took into account that part of the anti-life equation, but still failed to obtain useful information.

Metron was a little disappointed: "Aren't you surprised at all?"

"You are trying to analyze Dua's psychology to satisfy your hobby. This wish is bound to fail. He is the sum of countless aliens. The thinking of each alien is part of his thinking in a broad sense. What do you want to do with it? Calculation?" Dark Walker said indifferently.

Of course, He knows the God of Knowledge, who is famous and not popular in the circle of gods. He sits on a broken chair all day long and wanders around the multiverse and the realm of gods. Wherever there is excitement, there is Him giving serious advice. The figure seems to be unable to demonstrate His omniscient wisdom as the God of knowledge if he does not do this.

But everyone knows that the most powerful thing is the Möbius Chair, or the Counter-Monitor, the chair's maker, but few gods have great respect for Metron itself.

Pull Metron down, and whoever sits on it will be the God of Knowledge.

"Including you?" Metron looked at the Dark Walker, "First as a slave of Darkseid's clone, and now you surrender to Dua without any psychological burden, contributing your strength and body? Also including your mind?"

The Dark Walker drew his weapon: "I have an idea. How about I chop you off the chair and then sit on it myself. This will at least keep your mouth shut."

Metron ignored the Dark Walker and stared at Dua with a frown.

Whether it was the Dark Walker, the strange and powerful alien that seemed to have demonic blood, or other aliens, when Metron wanted to escape, there was no way to stop him, let alone snatch his chair.

This is Metron's confidence.

"I am full of interest in all unknown knowledge, especially in this huge closed world. I would like to know, what are you waiting for, when the zombie crisis spreads across the multiverse?"

Metron has studied zombies and confirmed that these things are mainly appendages of the Anti-Life Equation.

"You'll know soon. Besides, I don't like a guy who shows off his power with other people's abandoned items and shows off everywhere. You'd better leave before there is a huge chaos in this universe."

Duva spoke lightly and looked at Metron.

Because, soon, the entire Universe 3 will usher in a unique turmoil.

If nothing unexpected happens, a guy who makes Dua happy will appear here, and then detonate a big event that can shake countless worlds.

In particular, in the short gap between the main world of the DC world and the New 52 universe, there is too much room for maneuver.

Metron showed a look of surprise and confusion, and became even more interested. He calculated crazily, but was never able to calculate a credible result.

Zombies? Anti-life equation? Or some other force? There are no credible results.

Until, Dua moved his eyes away from him and looked directly at the deep starry sky. After pondering for a long time, he waved and called Speedmaster over.

"Your faithful servant is at your service."

Speedmaster is wearing a green suit, he is respectful and flattering, and his past domineering attitude seems to have suddenly disappeared, and he is developing a different personality.

"Carl Lyle, I need you to be loyal to me now. There is a guy in your hands that interests me. I need him to stand up now."

Dua reached out and grabbed the... power ring in Speedmaster's hand!

Lantern Number One, it's time for this guy to show up.

(End of this chapter)