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"Don't pay attention to them. If you can get extraordinary power by shouting twice, then this kind of power is too cheap. Isn't this area an abandoned industrial park? People who plan to live here will naturally get shelter. Maybe in a few years, our place can form a new prosperous area, the most powerful and safest." Dua didn't take these ordinary people seriously.

Are you kidding? Instead of selecting ordinary citizens, he might as well look for more vampires. Vampires are much stronger than these ordinary people.

The drone aliens that parasitize ordinary people are just so-so in strength, not much stronger than ordinary messenger aliens. If they are sent to Asgard to serve as soldiers, their fate will be to be cannon fodder.

Unless, it is a really critical moment, such as the earth is about to perish, and a huge number of troops are needed to fill the meat grinder battlefield.

However, Duva was somewhat surprised at his surging popularity. He had obviously ignored these New Yorkers, but unknowingly, through his actions one after another, he gained people's fanatical pursuit.

It seems that no matter where you are, supreme strength always comes first, and where there is strength there will be followers.

"Well, the base has been built. It's time to free up our hands to deal with Stryker. I have promised Professor X." Duva's mind moved, and a super-speed alien instantly ran in front of everyone.

"Sten, you stay here and complete the relevant research for Weyland, then register the patent with the relevant department. We can't just make do all the time, we have to build up Weyland's business."

"So you are serious? I always thought you established Weiland Company just to legally acquire a piece of land when you were weak." Mr. Lan looked at him strangely.

Duva didn't bother to pay attention to this guy's complaints because Mr. Lan's guess was correct to some extent.

Suddenly, he sensed something, his expression changed slightly, and he looked towards the south with interest.

"What's wrong? Which alien caught your attention?"

"No, it's just an interesting incident in South America. Don't worry about it."

The next second, the super-speed alien began to transport troops quickly, sending Duva's troops to their destination.

Lake Alkali.

Stryker sat in his chair very calmly, watching the images on the monitor showing the base being attacked by aliens. His face was calm, without any change.

"Send all the soldiers to stop them. In the areas where they cannot be stopped, detonate the bombs and kill as many as you can." Stryker calmly issued an extremely cruel order, driving more than 200 soldiers in the base to die.

He also knew it was futile, so what? Besides, he not only had ordinary soldiers, but also a group of enslaved mutants.

The aliens attacked ordinary soldiers with heavy blows, but became very restrained towards mutants. They would rather spend more time to ensure that these mutants were captured alive.

Normally, Stryker could delay for dozens of minutes, but with the help of the Sentinel and the Speedster, he could easily destroy all kinds of defenses.

It only took two minutes from the time he started to kill Stryker.

"It was a wonderful duel, Duva. After seeing the power you possess with my own eyes, I finally understood why others were so afraid of you."

Stryker looked at the straight passage in front of him that the Sentinel had smashed out with his fists, and couldn't help but applaud.

Duval walked in calmly, looking around the laboratory filled with all kinds of mutants and alien organs, and finally looked at Stryker: "You think you are the protagonist of the movie, and you want to give a heart-shaking speech before you die? Do you need me to record it for you?"

Swish!

From the ceiling, a female mutant in black leather clothes suddenly jumped down. Her claws were extremely long and sharp, flashing with a cold light, and she grabbed Duva's neck.

But Duva didn't even move. Reynolds took a step forward, stood in front of Duva, and punched her immediately, intending to beat her into a pulp. But he was immediately shocked. He only broke the woman's flesh and blew her away.

"Deathgirl, like Wolverine, has adamantium implanted in her body." Duval took a look and ordered, "Catch her."

Reynolds turned into a stream of light and rushed out, crashing through several walls while carrying the Death Woman.

"I see that your aliens are capturing these mutants in large numbers. This makes me very happy. The dream I have been fighting for all my life is about to be realized in you." A twisted sense of joy bloomed on Stryker's gloomy face.

He felt delighted whenever he saw mutants in trouble and about to become vessels for the aliens' chests torn apart.

Duva shook his head: "Is there a possibility that I can let the alien parasite mutants and not break their chests? In this way, the mutants can also reproduce normally and continue to reproduce."

"No! You can't do this!!" Stryker's face suddenly changed, and he was about to rush towards Duva in anger, but an alien swung its tail, pierced his chest and hung him up.

"Don't let me see you being so clumsy, Stryker. All your thoughts are exposed in front of me. You want to provoke my greed for mutants? This is indeed a good idea, but you have no chance to see the future." Duva waved his hand.

Stryker opened his mouth unwillingly and wanted to say something, but the next second, his head was twisted off by an alien.

Duva didn't even tell Stryker that killing him was just a side job.

The dam was shaking more and more frequently, and with the continuous sound of explosions, it was collapsing rapidly.

After the aliens cleared out all the soldiers and captured all the mutants, Reynolds flew back holding the unconscious Death Girl.

"This woman is really strange. I can't even break her bones. I can only knock her out by attacking her head." Reynolds was amazed at the Death Woman's terrifying self-healing ability and outrageous defense.

"Even if you can break it, her adamantium bones can heal themselves."

Beta version of Adamantium, it's just that strong.

Deathly Haunted is a souped-up version of Wolverine.

The surging water finally broke through the dam and rushed in. The power of nature was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

When Magneto and his companions finally arrived, they saw a scene that was almost like a flash flood. Endless water flowed together, making a deafening and terrifying roar.

"What's going on? Are you sure this is really here? Stryker's base was destroyed?" Wolverine took off his cigar, looking shocked.

At this time, Professor X, who was trying to recover from brain trauma, said: "It's Duval, I feel him and his alien army."

"Professor, try to use your abilities as little as possible!"

"Don't worry about me, Jean. This level of psychic power won't have any effect." Professor X's eyes flashed with hope. "I also feel the hearts of many mutant children. They are very frightened and scared. We should save them."

Magneto interrupted rudely: "No need, that guy has already brought everyone out."

Just when Duva and the mutant Bipolar met again.

Remote tropical rainforests of South America.

Coulson also found his goal.

He brought a large group of well-trained special forces with him, and looked at the young man in front of him with a smile, focusing on the alien beside him, and the smile on his face became even more intense.

"It seems that you have already gained mind control over the aliens lurking in the rainforest. This behavior is dangerous, but we can help you."

(End of this chapter)

63. Chapter 63 Who can satisfy his fantasy? Could it be Duva?

Chapter 63 Who can satisfy his fantasy? Could it be Duva?

Duva has secretly deployed aliens all over the world, and can transform these aliens into queens at any time, using the alien disaster as a strategic weapon to bind the whole world.

This is not a secret, and it is indeed effective. Even before Duva took control of the alien Sentinels, he was able to force the whole world to be cautious. People were unwilling to break off relations with Duva unless it was absolutely necessary.

But their search for aliens has never stopped. If they can find a way to lock the position of each alien and have the ability to kill them all in an instant, they can lift Duva's disaster deterrence.

Professor X should have been the most suitable executor, but unfortunately, for some reason, he joined forces with Magneto.

Coulson thought so, feeling a little regretful, but he had successfully found the best person to restrain the alien.

"You said you would help me? Just with you ordinary people?"

The young man in front of him had an ordinary appearance, but he exuded strange mental fluctuations, which was a special telepathic ability.

Most importantly, the alien, which was supposed to be hunting in the rainforests of South America as one of Duva's weapons deployed around the world, was now standing quietly behind the young man.

Coulson felt relieved, knowing that the Eternal before him really possessed this special ability, and had a natural strong ability to infect and control all living things.

"Mr. Druid, is that right? One of the reclusive Eternals, what an appropriate name. We suffered a lot to find you." Coulson was extremely enthusiastic.

The druid looked at him coldly: "Get out, I am not interested in the outside world."

"Even your comrades were killed, and you are not interested? A lot of things have happened recently..."

"I know."

The druid interrupted Coulson and looked coldly at the fully armed agents behind him. He then pointed at the alien next to him and said, "This alien has participated in many battles. I know from its head that my people were unwilling to be lonely and had a conflict with a man named Duva, and suffered a great loss."

Even Macari is dead...

A hint of sadness flashed across the druid's cold eyes, but only a hint.

He is different from the other ten Eternals. There is a sharp conflict in ideology between him and them, so he has been living in seclusion in the rainforest for hundreds of years and refuses to have any form of contact with other Eternals.

If there was anything worthy of his attention, it was this alien that had crossed mountains and rivers at some unknown time and quietly taken root in the tropical rainforest. It was the first time he had seen such a strange creature.

Born with an exoskeleton armor, tall and streamlined body, a druid can tell at a glance that this extremely beautiful creature is a natural killing weapon.

The druid also confirmed this when communicating mentally with this alien, and he was even keenly aware of Dua's consciousness.

But it doesn’t matter, the druid is extremely confident in his abilities, and he must be a close friend of all animals.

Of course, aliens should also be included.

Look, isn't this alien following him obediently? It's like his most loyal guard.

The thing that Druid likes most about the alien is not the combat aspect.

"I am not interested in the disputes of the outside world. My alien friends also told me that the last batch of mutants have been killed. I have even less reason to leave with you."

The druid stared at these agents with real guns and live ammunition impatiently: "If you are here for this alien, I will not give it to you. I like its extremely pure heart, which is much cleaner than you."

Pure mind?

Coulson's face was a little stiff.

Yes, they are really pure when they are working. They just want to kill you or capture you to parasitize you. Vampires have a lot to say about this.

"Your people recommended you to me. Don't you care about this?"

"Tribesmen? What a joke. Are you talking about the traitor Ikaris, or the group of reckless guys from Ajak?" The druid looked angry and sneered.

Now, Coulson knew why this Eternal was incompatible with Ajax and the others. He seemed a little cynical?

"In the past seven thousand years, we have witnessed mankind's progress from barbarism to civilization. We have witnessed mankind's history with our own eyes, and have protected mankind and silently cleaned up the mutants." The expression on the druid's face became ferocious.

Coulson frowned slightly, but soon relaxed his brows and said cautiously: "Yes, you have contributed to the development of mankind, so in the face of the evil enemy Duval, you should unite with the other Eternals..."

"Unity? You, a human being, are actually talking to me about unity?!"

The druid suddenly raised his voice, almost roaring, "I have witnessed countless humans killing each other, and genocide time and time again! As Eternals, we should have been able to stop it, and we could have stood up and led you to peace, but what happened?! Who caused all this to happen? Who made the world become what it is today? It was Ajak! But now she is involved in human affairs again, it's a joke!"

At this point, Coulson determined the druid's position: an idealist who subconsciously claims to be the guardian of human civilization and shoulders the responsibility of leading the direction.

But obviously, the other Eternals, especially their leader Ajak, didn't think so. After basically wiping out the mutants, they disappeared from the sight of human civilization and went into seclusion.

The Druids' resentment and severance of ties with other Eternals was also due to serious ideological differences.

"Then we need you to step up. The best time to plant a tree was ten years ago. The second best time is now." Coulson looked at him sincerely. "You have the ability, don't you? Just like you did in the past."

The druid was silent for a moment.

"Well, I don't know what Ajak said to you, and I don't care what ugly plot you guys have concocted."

The druid could not hide his anger: "Ajak must have done something wrong. Human society should be better than it is now!"

"Yes, we expect you to step up."

Coulson felt pity for the druid.

When did humanity need an Eternal to lead it?

The druid glanced at Coulson and sneered, "You'd better control your mental activities. Even if I don't deliberately perceive them, your thoughts are like lights in the dark night, which can be detected by me."

Pity? The Druid didn't care about that. If he cared about what others thought, how could he break up with the other Eternals who had gone through life and death together?

"The most pressing issue now is that we have encountered an extremely evil enemy who is expanding his army recklessly and cruelly capturing various races to sacrifice for his aliens." Coulson explained, "From a human perspective, this is unforgivable."

"Then I also have a question. Has this villain named Dua you mentioned ever parasitized and broken the chest of a human? Even one?" The druid looked at him coldly.

Coulson was startled: "Yes, as far as I know, he once parasitized a human black magician..."

"I told you, this alien next to me has participated in many battles. If it wasn't a veteran, Duva wouldn't be willing to send it to a place like this to survive."

The druid rudely interrupted Coulson, "That black magician has killed many more people than the aliens! Do you have anything else to say?"

Coulson thought about it, if mutants are also considered humans, Duval captured Lake Alkali and captured a group of brainwashed mutants. He wondered if they would perform chest slashing on the mutants. He hoped that Magneto and Professor X would be hostile to Duval.

Obviously, in the cognition of this Eternal, parasitism and chest breaking are two completely different concepts.

Coulson calculated carefully and was horrified to find that all the hosts that Duva had captured and plundered so far were either animals or vampires, and the number of breast-breaking attacks on ordinary humans... was almost zero!

What does this prove? Does it prove that Duva, the leader of the biological army who constantly challenges the established order, causes numerous direct and indirect impacts time and time again, and walks outside the laws and rules, is actually a genuine protector of humanity?

This is too ridiculous!

At this time, Coulson even had an extreme sense of absurdity in his heart. He felt like a super villain who was holding a knife and killing people indiscriminately, holding a knife dripping with blood, and shouting to all the victims, "I'm doing this for your own good."

For example, should Kingpin, the king of the New York underworld, be regarded as a human saint and win the crown of human civilization?

Duva's aggressive yet clear-cut style of doing things made Coulson feel deeply uneasy.

The huge potential is not the most terrifying thing, and the astonishing scale is not enough to make people despair. What is scary is that one has the first two advantages and also has an unspeakably calm heart.