American comics alien

American comics alien

Author: Big Demon

Summary:

Duva traveled to the American comic world and found himself followed by an alien.

"Let me set a small goal first. I want to build a universe with aliens!"

In the Marvel pluralism.

Iron Man, wearing anti-alien armor, descended from the sky: "Sorry, Duvall, I have to stop you."

Wolverine, who reversed the future, had a sad face: "Mutants should not be part of your race."

Kang the Conqueror looked at the large number of alien Kangs who had infiltrated his dynasty and remained silent.

In DC multiplex.

Superman was surrounded and beaten by several superhuman aliens, and shouted: "Bring out the Kryptonite cannon!"

Batman desperately beats down an alien and asks a soul-searching question: "Do you bleed? Oh, acid."

Green Lantern was chased by aliens wearing various lantern rings for dozens of galaxies, and was extremely annoyed: "Why can these ghosts become lanterns!"

When Duva led the alien army into various multiverses and captured gods as incubation vessels, he looked around.

"It seems like something terrible has happened."

(The Transformers in the American comics are finished, and there is a Godzilla inside Konoha. Everyone is welcome to appreciate it!)

Chapter 1 Wieland Private Research Institute

Blade opened his eyes again.

Even though he had been here several times and was used to the environment, as a half-human, half-vampire being, he still remained vigilant at all times.

His hawk-like eyes looked around at the ruins, brewing murderous intent, and in the dim light, red flashes would occasionally appear - this was the proof that he was half-vampire.

Above, the big words "Weiland Private Research Institute" are hanging on the dilapidated building in front of us.

This name doesn't look normal at first glance.

I really don't know what's wrong with the owner of this place. He built a temporary base in an abandoned building that is to be demolished in New York City, and gave it such a name that sounds like it is about researching high technology.

At this moment, his ears moved.

Swish!

Blade subconsciously grabbed the two samurai swords on his back - special weapons mixed with silver.

"I advise you to put away those two weapons. This is my territory. There are no vampires for you to kill."

There was no emotion in his calm tone, and then a young black-haired man walked over.

The delicate face proved that the owner of this face was not very old, probably in his twenties. At first glance, he looked as harmless as a little white rabbit.

If you ignore the weird creature next to this guy.

"If you can make this little pet retreat a few meters, maybe I will believe what you say." Blade paused, said this, and then let go of his hand.

But the eyes under his sunglasses were staring at every move of the strange "pet".

This thing is about 3 meters tall, with a black streamlined body, as if it was made up of countless segments of human vertebrae; its long tail, which seemed to be brewing a tremendous force, swung gently, and the tip was like a sharp knife, with powerful penetrating power; its sharp claws dragged on the ground, easily leaving long scratches on the ground, making Blade's eyelids twitch wildly.

The most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the head of this creature, which looks like a strange crown and seems to have extraordinary meaning.

This creature has never been seen before, and its entire body seems to be born for extreme combat. It is simply the fantasy version of a genius screenwriter in a science fiction work.

Blade also relied on his powerful eyesight to keenly discover that compared to the previous encounters, this monster now had a lot more unknown mucus on its body.

Duval nodded. Obviously, he was satisfied with Blade's response. He looked at Blade inadvertently with a strange look in his eyes. His sight swept over Blade's body, staring at his bulging chest muscles, slender thighs, and thick arms that seemed to be about to explode...

So beautiful.

Blade frowned, and a hint of instinctive alertness flashed in his eyes.

Again.

That look made him feel that this guy was not looking at a human being. Blade had every reason to believe that this strange man had an unusual hobby.

At this moment, as if sensing the danger signal coming from Blade, the strange creature beside Dua moved, and immediately swung its tail and lashed over.

So fast!

Daofeng's expression changed slightly, and he raised his hand and slashed.

With a ding sound, his palm was slightly numb as he repelled the monster's tail, and his heart was startled.

Even though he didn't use his full strength, he still couldn't cut off the metal-like tail with one blow...

Blade looked up again, only to find that the monster standing next to Duva had disappeared silently and had already appeared on the ceiling above him. Its long and sharp claws flashed with a terrifying cold light, and it looked like it could tear off Blade's skull at any time.

"Sorry, it's a professional habit." Duval quickly apologized, "You know, I'm a researcher. It's very difficult to support such a site alone, so it's inevitable that I have to devote all my attention to work."

"This guy is very strong, what's his name?" Blade was secretly shocked, but on the surface he calmly watched this strange creature that looked like a ghost assassin retreating silently back to Dua.

"Alien." Duva replied.

"Interesting name. It seems to be the most outstanding achievement of your institute, a weapon of war."

Blade is also well-informed. He has been fighting various monsters, mainly vampires, throughout his life. Even if it was just a tentative confrontation, it was enough for him to characterize the existence of aliens and even Duva as a person.

He didn't care whether Duva was a scientific lunatic or not, as long as he could provide him with help.

Duva was noncommittal. The best? Apart from the fact that it lays eggs, this alien will no longer be the best in a short time.

Thinking of this, Duva took a deep breath, forcing himself not to be obsessed with Blade's incredibly strong body, and took out a briefcase: "This is the highly corrosive weapon you want - of course it has been diluted, otherwise only adamantium can be used as its container. In special occasions in the dead of night, this is more useful than a UV grenade. At least it will help you kill the enemy very quietly."

Blade was silent for a moment, took out a bag from his arms and threw it over.

"According to our agreement, one hundred thousand US dollars." Blade said.

Duval whistled: "Are all vampire hunters so rich? That's right, killing vampires is a very expensive job. Even the bullets are made of silver."

"It's not my money anyway. The more vampires I kill, the more money I can get from those beasts." Blade has always been generous when it comes to spending money.

Pay the money in one hand and deliver the goods in one hand.

"I'll find an opportunity to promote your product. This highly corrosive liquid is very effective in dealing with the super self-healing ability of vampires." Blade said this and took a few steps back with the box.

Duval suddenly said: "If possible, you can bring me some vampires back alive."

"Oh? It's not a good idea to deal with those guys." Blade looked at him in surprise.

"There's nothing we can do. Time is running out," Duva said.

Blade didn't respond further, nor did he ask what this meant, and disappeared into the night.

"Blade Warrior, tsk, this guy is really a righteous bigot."

Duva stared at Blade's retreating figure and closed the door again.

The vampires in the Marvel world are very interesting. The origin of these guys is not Dracula or Cain, but the magician named Varner who first came into contact with the Darkhold. He relied on the power of the Darkhold to transform himself into the original vampire.

The author of the Darkhold is the famous God of Black Magic, the god who controls one of the three primordial forces of the multiverse, the power of chaos, the second-generation god of the primordial world tree, superior to the mass-produced third-generation gods of the world tree such as Odin, Zeus, and Jade Emperor. He is also the source of power for Scarlet Witch - Sithon, one of the four chaos gods of the multiverse.

Anything related to hatred, ominousness, and black magic can more or less be associated with the shadow of Sithorn, the ultimate magical entity.

But there is no need to worry now. Duva feels that as an ordinary individual in a multi-dimensional world, he cannot even jump out of the most basic timeline and is not qualified to attract the attention of such a big shot. What he needs to pay attention to now is to get money from Blade, who has a decent reputation.

Blade is a famous vampire hunter in the underground world. His mother was bitten by a vampire when she gave birth to him, resulting in him being half vampire when he was born.

Unlike ordinary vampires, he is not afraid of silver and sunlight, so he can walk in the sunlight as he pleases, so he is called "Daywalker" by envious and jealous vampires.

But there are also disadvantages, which is that you need to regularly inject immune drugs to prevent yourself from being completely devoured by the vampire bloodline.

However, Blade's character is relatively reliable. As long as you are willing to provide him with the convenience of hunting vampires, he will be happy to do business with you.

Duval shrugged. There was nothing he could do. He needed the money. Using a little alien blood to exchange for Blade's money was just a temporary stopgap measure.

Since traveling to this Marvel world, Duva was once in anxiety. This world, or this universe, has too many freaks and too many tough guys.

But fortunately, he was accompanied by an alien.

"I remember that before I traveled through time, Marvel had already officially started serializing independent publications about Aliens. It was a purely high-tech world, without superheroes or anything like that..."

Duva counted the US dollars in his hand, his thoughts drifting away.

"Hehe!"

The alien next to him noticed the change in Duva's thoughts. Although it didn't know what Duva was thinking specifically, it was absolutely loyal to the person in front of it and still made its own response.

The alien's cry is never meaningless. As long as it makes a sound, it must be expressing a certain purpose.

Duva smiled slightly and stretched out his hand. The alien lowered its head obediently and let the man stroke its skull that looked like a crown.

A man and an alien walked into the research institute and opened the secret room. In the extremely rough and simple basement that looked like it was gnawed out by a powerful vicious dog - or it would be more appropriate to call it an underground cave, Duva slowly raised his head.

Five white eggs covered in slime came into view.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 2 Alien blood is also blood!

Anyone who sees an alien egg for the first time will feel psychologically uncomfortable to some extent.

But this was not the first time Dua had seen this. Not only was he not afraid, he walked forward, smiled and touched them, feeling the throbbing of life coming from each egg.

That's right, all aliens will establish a spiritual connection with him from the moment they are born.

Normally, in the alien race, only the Alien Queen is born with the power to control all races. Even over newly born facehuggers, she naturally has the authority to control them absolutely. This is something engraved in the alien genes.

"Absolute ruling authority...After my trial, even the Queen is inferior to me."

Duva looked at the alien beside him.

The skulls of ordinary aliens are usually long and smooth strips, but the skull of this alien is a crown that demonstrates majesty and status.

queen.

In a group, only one alien has the ability to lay eggs, and this alien is the queen.

"Thank you for your hard work. It took you so long to transform into the queen, and you also worked hard to lay these five eggs." Dua said with a smile.

Aliens are not gender-specific. Once they lose their queen or are left alone, they will follow their genetic instincts, tap into the hidden factors in their own gene chains, and spontaneously evolve into a queen with the ability to lay eggs.

So, Duva stayed with the alien for a long time, until the alien successfully evolved into a queen and laid eggs, and then Duva breathed a sigh of relief.

Aliens are born for combat. They can parasitize indiscriminately and steal the best genes of their hosts. So in theory, every alien is stronger than its host.

Five eggs will hatch into five facehuggers, which need to parasitize five creatures to evolve into adult aliens.

To be honest, for a moment, Duva's heart beat fast for Blade Warrior. This guy was already an extraordinary individual. If he could catch him and parasitize him, and then the alien that burst out of his chest would be extremely powerful.

But Duva dismissed this evil idea.

"Let me catch some cats and dogs to parasitize first, at least to increase my combat power."

Duva looked at the queen who was quietly waiting for orders.

To be honest, compared with the various queens in the movies, this queen is too thin and pitiful. She must buy a lot of meat to nourish herself.

This time, the small animals around suffered. For several days in a row, there would always be a scary and agile figure lurking under the cover of night, and a life would be lost as soon as the shadow flashed.

At first, it was just a black shadow, but as time went on, the number of these shadows was increasing.

The brutal killing intensified, and the blood of various animals was spilled on the ground, eventually solidifying into mottled black marks.

Until several policemen arrived after receiving the report.

"Boss, we're here. According to the informant, a large number of wild animals are disappearing in this area." A young police officer complained, "There is endless work to be done in the bustling streets of New York City. Why should we waste our precious time investigating cases in such a hellhole? Just because those animal protection activists are difficult to deal with?"

"Don't forget who we are." George Stacy, a calmer middle-aged police officer, observed the situation around him.

Moreover, the person who reported the case was not an animal protection activist at all...

"Ever since that dude who calls himself Iron Man came back, we've had a lot more work to do."

"It's better to be sober than to be in New York City, where there are always troublesome guys jumping out."

"Yeah, at least it didn't make us deal with some stupid rich guy flying around in the same armor."

George thought back to the news he had learned some time ago and secretly clicked his tongue.