Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 140: Only a single-target Rune King?

While the two cosmic beings were conversing, onlookers had already isolated their communication through a time rift.

For Hanlu or Uranus, adjusting their perception of time is an extremely common thing.

Therefore, although the communication between the two parties took a considerable amount of time, in reality, it was only a matter of a few microseconds.

At least, when the numerous zombie superheroes who had been hiding beside the Galactus's corpse, observing everything around them, saw that the massive mass of remains vanish instantly, replaced by an unfamiliar Asian face—

wrong.

The zombie Mr. Fantastic and the zombie Iron Man were the first to notice the anomaly.

They could clearly sense that the person in front of them was a living, breathing person, and even carried a certain refreshing and breezy feeling.

"Who are you?"

The disgusting tone spread from Shengru's rusty throat, like the sound of glass rubbing together, which sounded slightly jarring to Hanlu.

However, he did not refuse their questions, but simply pointed his index finger slightly upwards as a form of notification.

"Keep going! I hope you can withstand the final blow from the 'cosmic white blood cells'."

Mr. Fantastic the zombie instantly extended his fingers, his rubbery body stretching dramatically at that moment—

He wanted to grab the guy in front of him and interrogate him thoroughly to find out what had happened.

He didn't even look up at the strange colorful dragon in the sky.

But it's a pity.

The difference between Hanlu and Mr. Miracle may not only be physiological, but also a difference in their entire life form.

The two are now on completely different levels in their reaction speed to time perception.

Entering overclocking mode, he merely tilted his head slightly, and his figure transformed into a phantom, instantly disappearing from the sight of Mr. Fantastic, who had just reached out his palm to try and grab him.

"Guys, I think we're in trouble."

Zombie Iron Man looked up at the increasingly blinding white light in the sky, and even patted the somewhat annoyed Zombie Mr. Fantastic next to him, because he felt that the thing on his head seemed more dangerous.

The colorful dragon, perfectly displaying all its forms, fully revealed its entire appearance.

The sacred feeling, similar to Galactron yet even more magnificent, gave everyone the illusion that they wanted to give up resistance and obediently wait for death.

Only the Hulk, who was completely oblivious to the situation, roared and then leaped into the sky in one go.

However, accompanied by a clear and melodious cry—

As justice spirals out of control and lives are threatened, the world begins its final chapter.

That ultimate technique, initiated by cosmic white blood cells, destroys threatening planets to nourish other worlds.

Requiem for Creation!

When the destructive beam, powerful enough to slumber the entire galaxy, was released, the energy, concentrated to its extreme, instantly annihilated the soaring green giant into basic atoms!

It's worth noting that the comic book version of the Hulk is a terrifying being capable of pinning a Sentinel to the ground and giving him a good beating.

Now, this "cosmic white blood cell" created from the body of a star-devourer has, to some extent, inherited some of the powers and characteristics of its "predecessor".

Uranus swallowed hard. He looked at the calm man beside him, as if the man was completely indifferent to everything.

But... it's hard to understand why the power of Cold Dew is so "abnormal".

He could easily discern the peculiarity of the monster before him—it was another unmistakable being of the Heavenly Father level, and he even felt that it could be elevated to an even higher level, simply because his creator's current status was not "substantial" enough.

Otherwise, he might have been able to use the Galactus as a stepping stone to directly enter the realm of a single universe.

Uranus grew increasingly anxious. He still couldn't be sure if he was confident he could directly "persuade" the other party.

He was also afraid that his "backup plan" of leaving without saying goodbye might enrage the other party.

If the other party really pushes forward the plan without any scruples or by any means, and once they obtain some cosmic artifact or special life source, it could very well pose a fatal threat to me.

As the zombie heroes were trying to lift the giant cannon and aim at the rainbow dragon in front of them, countless Galactrons floating in the sky also moved in unison.

As the giant pincers extended forward, plasma cables shot out from between almost every claw, firmly restraining and capturing all the important zombie heroes on the field.

Are there many zombie heroes?

There are quite a lot.

But what about the number of Galactrons?

We have as many as you want.

Cold Dew clapped its hands lightly.

Above, countless magical light arrays continued to flash and glow intermittently, and with each flash, a gigantic "white dragon" descended from the sky.

Honestly, even after facing so many enemies, this time, for the first time, the zombie superheroes felt a kind of tangible, real despair.

Because up to this point, they don't even know who the enemy is or how many of these "White Dragon" legions they have.

They no longer have any potential allies.

They could only frantically dash left and right across the wilderness, trying their best to avoid being locked onto by those mechanical giants.

But it's a pity.

For these rigid robots, even in another universe, they faithfully follow their preset commands, capturing each corresponding target individual.

As for other irrelevant targets, they simply don't care.

Take, for example, the Hulk who was annihilated into atoms.

The other party is indeed very special, and under certain conditions, they can even reach a level that was previously unimaginable.

But not here.

Hanlu observes quietly.

In his hands, he is gathering "data" on all the corresponding superheroes.

Because each of their special abilities will serve as the "fuel" for their advancement to the next stage.

"Watch out, Thunderbolt!"

"Damn it, he's got his eye on me!"

"No! Iceman!"

"Help me! I don't want to die!"

Countless zombie heroes wailed. At this moment, they seemed no different from the humans they had once preyed upon.

The only difference is that, originally, they were the ones preying on humans, but now robots are the ones "harvesting" them.

All their attacks were ineffective against these Galactrons; even the cosmic energy they released was merely an energy source for these mechanical creations to absorb.

Even though these zombie heroes are still evading Galactron's pursuit in some bizarre ways that Hanlu can't understand at all, and even though no one knows where they've escaped to, none of that matters anymore.

Importantly, all the "samples" he needed had been collected.

Hanlu's face relaxed slightly.

He gazed at the few key individuals who had been drawn to the center of the energy field and were still struggling.

"Finally! My promotion has arrived."

For him, it's on a single-universe level.

It really is... within reach.

……

"Uh, where are you taking me?"

The original world.

Everything was proceeding as before, until Hanlu entrusted them to a strange robot.

Thor was somewhat surprised as he looked at the humanoid mechanical life form before him.

To be honest, he was a little stressed about this guy, after all, the huge trouble that Ultron had caused before had really made him a bit apprehensive.

Lucurgos didn't care what Thor thought of him. In his plan, each of them had their own advancement plan, his creator was one, and so were the others.

He has found the most promising being, but compared to the others, the Thor in front of him needs a little bit of skill to reach a higher level.

"We're here, this is it."

Thor stopped in his tracks upon hearing this. Following Lukurgos's explanation, he looked at the enormous, yurt-like house before him and was somewhat surprised.

"Please come in, Mr. Thor. I assure you, once you have complete control of your power inside, you will have the strength to contend with that Titan."

Thor's pupils constricted upon hearing this. After taking a deep breath, he also pushed open the door in front of him.

As the gate gradually closed, Lukurgos put his hands behind his back and slowly floated up.

With a slight movement of his hand, the enormous yurt in front of him also left the pull of the earth.

"Please keep up the good work, Mr. Saul. You will experience exponential growth inside, but in the future, I hope that the bond between you and your brother will be strong enough. Otherwise, I will have to see you off with tears in my eyes."

Lugurgos said that these were words that perhaps only he himself could truly understand.

In his plan, because of the exaggerated script, both the Sentinel and Adam have their own growth paths.

Even John, if he truly develops that power, would qualify for the standards of diversity.

However, Thor is an exception. Even the so-called Rune King may only be at the level of a single entity. Therefore, he must make all the necessary preparations.

At the same time, he also took the yurt beside him and transformed into a shooting star, flying towards the location that had already been anchored.

He only understood the changes after the universe finally returned to normal.

So that's where it was...

He has never changed his position!

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