The Motherland is Coming, but fortunately I Am Doomsday Superman

A petite figure jumped up and down, and ran in cheerfully on the children's boots.

Diana was completely stunned.

It was a human loli with long pink hair. Her small face was exquisitely carved like a doll, her big eyes shone like star gems, her lips under Joan's nose were as pink as petals, and her skin was milky white and glowing. .

She was wearing a low-luxury white western dress and carrying a small bag from the local school in the metropolis. She was simply a princess in fairy tales, or an angel in fairy tales.

The pink-haired Loli passed through the door guarded by Steppenwolf, and hung her backpack on a sharp horn. When she saw Diana in the house, her pupils flickered, revealing a trace of obvious hostility, and then the diameter turned towards the metal seat. trot over.

Facing the pink loli who ran up, the King of Destruction stuck out a big hand with a bone spur.

"Don't go there...!"

Diana exclaimed, but there was no time to stop her. She could only watch helplessly as the bone spur monster's big hands wrapped around the pink-haired Lolita with five fingers, and the ferocious bone spurs pierced into the flat and soft lower abdomen of the petite body, stirring vigorously.

Immediately, Loli's entire cute and petite body collapsed and twisted into a ball.

Diana's eyes were red, but the next moment, she showed a look of astonishment.

It can be seen that the seemingly ordinary human loli is kneaded by the big hands of the bone spurs, and the bones are turned into a pink soft elastic ball. No matter how the bone spurs are rubbed with fingers, they are not broken, but a cheerful and clear laughter like a silver bell.

Ah this?

Diana suddenly realized how there could be ordinary people here, this child may be the chosen one just like her.

The ancient Doomsday Yimeng kneaded and played with his big hands. The soft ball felt more comfortable than the mother box. Then he threw the pink slime ball aside, and the pink slime ball stagnated in the air, and then quickly formed a loli body and chest. Shorts and shorts, a dreamy colorful long hair is draped back.

The survivor of the Martian family, Xiaohuahua.

Yi Meng calmly watched the pink-skinned Martian girl. Four years ago, on the Martian civilization, the other party had also been infected by the devastating spiritual plague, but it was not completely diseased.

Yi Meng originally wanted to give the other party a ride, but then tried to use the projection power of the Mind Gem. As a result, not only did he accidentally rescue the sick Xiao Hua Hua, but the other party's genes and mind also ushered in a mutation.

It is also for this reason that Xiaohuahua has a natural kindness and trust in him, just like Clark, who has a blood relationship of the same family.

Of course, this is also because they are still too young. When they grow up, they will eventually understand what the Ancient Doom Day is.

They may end up on a hostile path.

This is the best, this is enough, the ancient Doomsday avatar only needs enemies.

……

"At school today, it was not bad. It's just, that guy Clark..."

Xiaohuahua talked to herself and caused a topic, leaned her small body over, opened her heart and let Yimeng check her memory.

Yimeng stabbed her finger on Xiaohuahua's eyebrows, and saw the picture presented by the other party's mind, which flashed back as clearly as a video picture.

This is the picture of her and Clark going to school today.

Compared with the extremely popular, but aloof and aloof, Clark, who is full of sunshine and vitality, unexpectedly mingles with the unfamiliar freshmen of the school, and has unexpectedly excellent communication skills.

Only, halfway through the class.

Clark suddenly showed abnormal reactions, such as knocking over the table, hiding in the school bathroom, and burning the bathroom door handle.

This is, the Kryptonian genes have begun to transform and awaken under the radiation of the yellow sun...

The ancient Doomsday Yi dream suddenly.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from outside the corridor.

Atlanna brought the panicked little Clark to the master room here as well.

Atlana bowed and said with sincerity, "Destroy the king, I didn't teach Clark well. In the future, I will let him pay attention to restraint and hide his unique ability."

"King." Little Clark also looked apologetic.

"come over."

Yi Meng looked at him calmly, with red flames in her eyes, like a demon statue.

Under Atlana's worried gaze, Clark stepped forward and came to the front of the metal seat.

"Do you want to restrain your ability?" Yimeng's bone spur touched the boy's forehead, feeling the body of steel that was beginning to awaken.

"I..." Clark was at a loss, then shook his head.

"What a sad thing it is to keep a bird in a cage and never fly."

The bone spur monster whispered hoarsely.

"In our Kryptonian genes, flying is instinct, and being strong is our destiny. What is there to fear and restrain?"

Ancient Destruction Day Yimeng smiled happily and madly: "Instead of restraining, it is better to try to tap and expand and control your own talents. If you can perfectly control this power, you don't have to fear anyone, and you don't need to worry about accidentally getting hurt because of it. others."

"Even if one day you are with humans. You can be one of them, but they can never be you."

"Our genes are so powerful that we can choose who we are, whether we stand at the peak or the valley, and no one can stop us from getting there!"

The words of Yimeng, the ancient destruction day, were strong, confident, and no one could question it, causing the entire room to fall silent.

"I understand, monarch." Clark seemed to understand, but the panic and frustration on his little face were gone, and a pure smile filled his face again, just like sunshine.

Xiao Huahua glared at him angrily, complaining that she could get the guidance of the king.

Diana was amazed and felt that she didn't know enough about Yimeng, who was now called the King of Destruction, sometimes like a monster of destruction, and sometimes like a god.

The worry in Atlanna's eyes grew stronger. Although the king was right, it was too much like Clark's godfather, and he taught so strongly.

In the future, will Clark really be able to walk on the opposite side of each other?

At the door of the room, Steppenwolf did not say a word, kept bowing his head in awe, and continued to wait for an opportunity.

But as long as the King of Destruction is still there, Steppenwolf will never wake up the mother box and contact the new Protoss forces of Apocalypse.

Because there is no hope here, only destruction.

The King of Destruction exists for a day, and there is only his throne here.

0115 Marvel's past year

"Wanda, Wanda, Wanda..."

Calling out the name of the person who was the anchor of the dream, Yi Meng's consciousness was detached from the DC universe.

rise.

deal with.

fall.

The dreaming consciousness that never wakes up reaches its goal.

Yi Meng opened his electronic golden eyes, which were completely different from those of his destruction. The infinite power and hot energy he was trying to vent all the time went away, replaced by a metal mechanical body under absolute rationality.

The dream scene was originally in a stagnant state. When he returned here to 'wake up', everything around him was clearly floating, and time continued to flow.

Switch from DC Dreams to Marvel Dreams.

Yi Meng is already familiar with it. After all, she has gone back and forth more than 20 times, and she is so proficient that she can seamlessly connect between two dreams.

Return to Marvel Dreamland.

Yi Meng, who incarnates an artificial intelligence and is now a visionary body, raised his eyes. He was sitting cross-legged on a circular array platform suspended at a height of [-] meters. Below the platform were countless tall buildings in New York that were irregularly arranged upside down. The space is here. Like a mirror being subverted and cut.

This is the mirror space of Marvel New York.

Vision Yimeng got up and looked at the ancient master who was standing on the edge of the circular magic circle platform.

Since the first communication, Master Gu Yi has pulled him into the mirror space from time to time to teach him how to control the mind gem.

It is also because of the help of Master Gu Yi that Yi Meng, as an incarnation of vision in Marvel Dreamland, has a more and more thorough understanding of the spiritual gem embedded in the eyebrows.

If it is said that Yimeng used to drive the regenerating cradle vibrating golden body integrated with the mind gem, he could only use 10% of the power limit of the mind gem.

Now, Yi Meng can control at least 30% of the upper limit of the ability of the mind gem!

This is not as simple as a qualitative change, but also represents him - gradually from the carrier of the soul gem to the master of the soul gem.

Because of this, the spiritual power projected to the DC universe has become stronger and stronger, extending the longest sanity maintenance time of the ancient Doomsday incarnation to three months!

Gu Yi always turned his back, looked at the reality reflected by the mirror, and said softly: "This time it's over. Outside, your little girlfriend is here to find you."

Vision Yimeng's eyes flickered.

Sure enough, the ancient master who held the time gem could not detect that he had just experienced jumping back and forth in different dreams.

When his dream consciousness enters the dream world here, the time and order of the dream world will be restored, otherwise it will keep at the moment of leaving the dream world.

So, is the dream universe a real dimensional plane, or is it just a channel for obtaining abilities?

Up to now, Yi Meng still can't answer this question.

"Mage."

Vision Yimeng suddenly asked: "Don't you rather do nothing than make mistakes in the rest of your life? Then why did you choose to help me and help me control the Mind Gem?"

This question, Yi Meng has been unable to understand.

Master Gu Yi didn't respond, just waved his hand.

In the next instant, the mirror image and the real space interlace.

Vision Yimeng's vision blurred for a while, and he had returned from the mirror space to the suite residence of the Avengers Building in the external reality.

Just right.

The door to the main hall was opened, and the girl with dark blond hair came in panting with a large bag and a small bag, wearing a fashionable and attractive jacket and knee-length skirt. Absolutely white and tender fields.

"Little Dream."

As soon as the girl came back, she kicked off her boots, pouted her lips and complained, "I'm exhausted."

Imaginary Yimeng smiled, dressed in home clothes, and turned into a silver-haired young man, stepped forward to help carry things: "Didn't I say, I'll go out with you in the afternoon."

"I didn't want to take a look ahead, but I couldn't hold back...Damn it!"

Wanda was furious, and then complained wronged: "My feet are sore."

"Lie down and rest."

Yi Meng asked Wanda to lie down on the sofa, took over the girl's slender and delicate legs, and touched her palms with heat and vibration.

"Xiao Meng, you're amazing." Wanda exhaled a long breath, the curves of the beautiful muscles relaxed, and the small feet spread out comfortably.