American comics alien

A religion that worships aliens? Well, it sounds reasonable. No matter when, as long as it is a mysterious power that people cannot touch, it will always get a group of people's crazy imagination, and then produce unrealistic fantasies.

Thompson was originally watching coldly, angrily thinking that they were all a bunch of fools, but he soon thought of the Weyland Building which has been in the limelight recently.

The mysterious force headed by Dua - should be called the mysterious force cluster, but they occasionally recruit people publicly.

"Everyone, do you know who the new female Thor is? I tell you, she must be a new recruit into Wayland! Of course, we don't expect to be able to compete with her, but if we can come into contact with the aliens and become an alien, we will also be able to get rid of this weak body!"

The leader, a man in a black robe, loudly and passionately proclaimed his theory.

It's really weird. I guess Dua himself doesn't even know that he has such a believer in the public who spreads nonsense theories.

Even religion has emerged, which makes people think it is the end of the world.

"For ordinary people like us, now is the end of the world. Whether we can survive the disaster depends on luck or the aliens!!"

The leading man in black held up two fingers and explained in a serious tone.

It seems to make sense, but a bit far-fetched.

Thompson looked at the audience again. Well, a bunch of hopeless guys, either bullied drug addicts or vicious gangsters.

The point is, he knew the guy who was giving the speech.

Carl Burbank, a pastor who is 1.83 meters tall and weighs more than 200 kilograms.

Apparently, Burbank also recognized Thompson in the crowd and looked over.

"Your eyes are still as sharp as ever, Reverend Sir, but I never thought that you would take such a path and betray your faith."

After the crowd dispersed, Thompson frowned and stared at the burly pastor in front of him: "Maybe I shouldn't have come to you to confess when I was upset."

"On the contrary, you should come to me. I can help you." Burbank looked confident. He took care of his face meticulously without a single remnant of beard.

"Help me to believe in the alien? You are absolutely crazy, to believe in a creature that actually exists and will die if killed."

"Don't say that, unless you kill an alien for me to see. With your ability, I believe you can kill ordinary aliens, but what about slightly stronger ones? And there are two new aliens that were photographed by someone, why don't you try to kill one?"

Lightning Thompson's face looked a little unhappy, he knew what Burbank was referring to.

One is the Dracula alien. There are quite a lot of this kind of aliens, and they often appear as the captains of the aliens leading the team. Many people try to figure out the source of these aliens and which vampire branch is so powerful and was solved by Duva quietly.

The other type is a giant alien that is four meters tall with white and blue skin. This is easy to guess. The host must be a giant race outside the earth. After all, it is no secret that Dua sent troops to join the alien war.

"Stop talking? Thompson, do you know why I suddenly changed my mind? Because I saw too many young people addicted to drug powders and then smoked themselves to death. At that time, I realized that human beings are so fragile, pitifully weak and hopeless, addicted to low-level desires! Even if they know it is wrong, they will do it uncontrollably! It is a luxury to think that they can save themselves."

Burbank slowly raised his head and revealed a hideous smile: "So, I thought hard and finally found the best solution to this problem: I just need to find a powerful entity that can control the weak-willed people. If priests can't save humanity, then aliens can!"

"I refuse. I recognize that the aliens are powerful, but I don't think becoming one of them is the solution to the problem."

"Even if it can heal the trauma in your mind? Reactivate those broken nerves in your body?" Burbank said with a low laugh. At this moment, he didn't look like a priest at all, but like a murderer.

Thompson was silent. He dreamed of getting rid of the bad sequelae brought to him by the symbiote, but could he really get rid of it by joining Duval? Would being parasitized by a creature like the alien and becoming a superhuman help him get out of his nightmare?

"Why are you so confident?" Thompson asked in a low voice. This action made people who didn't know the truth think that the two of them were doing a drug powder transaction.

"Remember the Hand, the infamous ninja organization in Japan? Didn't you fight against those guys last century? This organization is almost finished."

Burbank's smile was a little cruel. "A Jotunheim man - you know Jotunheim, right? It's one of the worlds of the World Tree in mythology - this Jotunheim man has joined Duval, and is now ordered to attack the Hand. Can you imagine that crazy scene? This short giant with no hair, carrying two M16s, ran across half the world to shoot those ninjas! I heard that Japan has become a mess a long time ago. Someone saw a special alien suspected to be a symbiote alien there. It is obvious that Duval is experimenting with new weapons."

"So what exactly are you trying to say?"

"The source symbiote that caused you so much pain has now been captured by Duval. He has many powerful men under him, and they have already deployed the symbiotes into the battlefield! Some people have also seen some human hosts carrying symbiotes with them in the Weyland Building!"

Burbank's face showed a trace of heat. "How could Duval not know how huge the disadvantages of symbiotes are? Isn't he afraid that his subordinates will get out of control? This shows one thing, that is, he can firmly control all symbiotes, just like he can get all the aliens to be loyal! Don't lie to yourself, Thompson, I know how much pain you are in. Why can't you change your way of life? I'm not asking you to do anything that is against the law of nature."

This was the first time Thompson really hesitated. To be honest, he was very tempted. He dreamed of getting rid of the influence of the symbiote on him.

Every night when it was quiet, he struggled with the crazy thoughts in his brain and suppressed his instincts.

As for the fact that working for Duval inevitably involves killing people, it is not a problem for Thompson. Don't forget that he is a former senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the host of the symbiote. Killing is a common thing for him.

"You've got the alien?"

"Not really, but if I can bring an excellent agent like you with me, the chances of success will be greater." As Burbank said this, he simply tore off his priest clothes, revealing his well-developed muscles.

Swish!

A shield suddenly flew over and hit the walls on both sides of the alley, refracting at a strange angle and hitting Burbank's head.

Burbank immediately lowered his head and punched hard from bottom to top, knocking the shield away. The shield quickly flew back under the effect of suction.

"Don't listen to him, Thompson. People like you shouldn't go to people like Duva."

Steve walked out of the darkness. Fortunately, he was fast. If he was a little later, this Lightning Thompson might not even be a human being now.

But the situation is not optimistic.

"Why would you choose to be an alien when you can be a human? Isn't it good to have a complete personality and self-awareness? Don't tell me you don't know that people who choose to be aliens can never betray Duva. If you have such a thought, your chest will be broken open, and you will be Duva's puppet for the rest of your life."

Steve is truly a righteous conscience, his words are powerful and full of earnest advice.

But his justice changed when it was linked to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Originally Thompson was just hesitating, but the appearance of Captain America made him make up his mind.

"I have decided to seek help from Duval. I'm tired of being tortured by the symbiote! I have done so much for SHIELD, but you didn't do anything for me. Now you have restarted the symbiote plan, and it was destroyed by Duval. You only remember me, a person who is barely mentally normal, and want to make use of me?" Flash Thompson's face looked a little ugly.

Steve lowered his head, a trace of helplessness flashed across his face, and then he said firmly: "My mission is to bring you back. I will never let you go to Duva and the others."

"Come on, Captain, who do you think you are? Or do you think SHIELD is some great organization? You can't do anything. Whenever a major crisis occurs, you step forward to solve the problem?" Thomson's muscles were tense and he was ready to take action.

“So we’re working on that now.”

"It's too late. If you want to take action, stop talking nonsense!"

It was the first time that Burbank and Thompson worked together, but they had a perfect understanding and acted at the same time. The two of them faced the famous Captain America in this narrow alley.

Although this "famous" thing seems ridiculous on the planetary level.

With Captain America's fighting power, it is no problem for him to suppress these two mortals.

But the problem is that no one will let them do whatever they want.

Soon, gangsters who heard the noise rushed over. As soon as they saw Captain America, they drew their guns and shot at him without hesitation.

Captain America, who fights various crimes on a daily basis, has long been a thorn in the eyes of various gangs. They will kill him whenever they get a chance. They all know that Captain America is just a super human and is not invulnerable to swords and guns. They can kill him with ordinary firearms.

Although Captain America is extremely powerful, he can always knock down a large number of people by swinging his shield quickly and refracting it repeatedly.

But Thompson, whom he wanted to arrest, escaped during the chaos.

"Mission failed." Steve sighed, standing among a pile of guys lying on the ground and wailing, pressing his finger on the communicator on his ear.

"I see. I originally planned to send Blade and the others to support you, but it was too late. As soon as I moved, I found the aliens taking action." Fury said.

"It looks like I've been targeted. This is not good news, but these aliens did not directly attack."

Steve raised his leg, kicked the ground, lifted up the shield, grabbed it in his hand, and left Hell's Kitchen calmly. He looked around and had already discovered sporadic aliens moving around.

"These things have spread to Hell's Kitchen? It won't be long before the entire New York City will be full of aliens. Human society should not have so many non-human creatures intruding into it."

As Steve walked, he spoke to Fury, "I need to complete the plan you mentioned about the Cosmic Cube as soon as possible. This won't work. I doubt I can even defeat these aliens around me now."

Fury didn't say anything, because he mobilized satellites in outer space and surrounding surveillance, and after careful assessment, he found that Steve might really be unable to win.

Just from the shapes of the aliens around, you can tell that each of them is possessed by a symbiote, or they are unknown vampire aliens.

That’s right, they are all Dracula aliens equipped with symbiote equipment.

The physical fitness of these aliens far exceeds that of Captain America, coupled with their bodies that are naturally suitable for fighting, super-terrifying combat instincts, and numerical advantages, not to mention the symbiotes that can change their shape as an aid.

"Steve, retreat, there's no need to waste your energy here." Fury said decisively.

Perhaps every SHIELD agent will feel frustrated. Once upon a time, they were an unshakable behemoth in front of Duval, but now it is no longer possible. Their proud heroic representatives have difficulty fighting a few mid-level aliens.

"Then Thompson and the others..."

"There's nothing we can do about it. I'll hand over everything related to the symbiote to Stark and Banner. They'll definitely make good use of it."

Thomson's betrayal made Fury silent for several seconds.

Thompson, who decided to abandon S.H.I.E.L.D., followed Burbank all the way to Weyland Building.

"You'd better tell me, what is your position as a priest of the Alien Cult?"

The two stood in front of the Weyland Building. Thomson looked at the various aliens walking silently around them, especially those who looked limp and had parts of their bodies in a sticky liquid state. He looked at them for a few more times and asked in a low voice.

"I don't have any status. I just founded this sect less than a day ago. At first, I was thinking about whether I could cheat some US dollars from young people. After all, young people like powerful and cool creatures the most." Burbank looked over in surprise. He was a little suspicious why Thompson asked such a question.

"What, are you kidding?"

"I was joking before, but not now. Duval values ​​all kinds of talents. He also has the aliens and symbiotes, two powerful creatures that can greatly enhance the strength of ordinary people. At present, there is no genetic conflict between these two creatures. So, people like you and me who are good at fighting will at least not be kicked out."

Burbank dragged the shocked and angry Thompson into the hall.

Thompson felt a little relieved as he looked at the business elites hurrying around him. Otherwise, he would have really suspected that he had been cheated by the black-hearted pastor in Burbank.

What followed was a dazzling array of personnel procedures, including reporting personal information inquiries and establishing files. This series of operations seemed extremely professional and formal, making people feel that this was not some monster base, but a professional company doing serious business.

Soon someone came to receive them.

"Carl Burbank, Eugene Lightning Thomson, you are rare talents. I am glad that you can join Wieland. Believe me, you will not be disappointed."

As soon as Gloria appeared, she immediately attracted the attention and exclamations of some people around her.

"Gloria? Why would she come here in person? Who are these two guys? Are they worthy of her coming here in person?"

"This further proves that Weiland has an extremely comprehensive pool of outstanding talents. I don't know where they got the intelligence from, but they can quickly screen various applicants."

It's easy to guess that there must be a lot of spies from various forces around here, who are responsible for gathering information. There might even be people from S.H.I.E.L.D. disguised as businessmen from a certain company hanging around here.

All those who try to join Wieland and succeed will undoubtedly be recorded by this group of people, and then the information will be sent back to their respective organizations behind the scenes to create special files.

"It's really enviable. The attraction of joining Dua is getting stronger and stronger. Anyone with a little ambition is trying to get Dua's favor."

"This is nothing. When there were only aliens before, people were already flocking to them, not to mention that now they have something like symbiotes! Although the symbiote super soldier project is a well-known failed project, the symbiote has fallen into Duval's hands. Since he dares to use it, he must have a way to eliminate the symbiote's disadvantages."

Those who can do business in the Weiland Building all have a good background. At the very least, they are well-informed and versatile people. Naturally, they know a lot of information that ordinary people cannot access.

How dare you enter the Weiland Building if you don’t have the skills?

As long as they can join Weyland and surrender to Duva, the alien hatchlings will instantly acquire a superhuman identity that most people will never be able to obtain in their entire lives, and it is even very likely that their lifespan will be extended - although how much the lifespan will be extended after being parasitized by the alien is still an unknown, and no one can give a specific time range.

But at the very least, as a formal employee of Weyland, you can use ALIEN-type potions to steadily extend your life.

According to gossip, the ALIEN-1 potion in the Weiland Building is now considered semi-obsolete, and Mr. Lan has developed a second-generation product with stronger life-extending effects.

This sounds incredible. When did it become so easy to extend life? But you only need to look at this world where even gods and demons appear one after another, and the smart people led by Tony Stark who are frantically upgrading the technology tree, to realize that the universe is huge and there are many freaks, and a short lifespan is not enough to explore the unknown.

Only a very small number of people know about the existence of many aliens, such as the three major interstellar empires. They are more clearly aware that the technology to extend life is actually very necessary, but with the current level of human civilization, it is difficult to find a large-scale method of extending life.

But Duva can do it. The substance secreted by his aliens is the source of the elixir of life.

Entering the waiting room, they were both surprised to find that someone had already appeared here before them.

"Martial arts master? You are a martial arts master, right? I've heard of you!" Thomson's face changed slightly, and he blurted out, "You actually came to join Dua as well?"

"I don't know you." The martial arts master had a cold expression. As a person who was proficient in all kinds of fighting and weapons in the world, he didn't know this little character, Thomson, at all.

"It seems that he is also someone worthy of being called a superhero by the outside world..." Burbank's expression was somewhat amused. The more talented guys joined here, the more it proved that his choice was correct.

The martial arts master was obviously worried and said coldly: "If we position them according to their strength, everyone here is a superhero, it's no big deal."

There is no doubt that the fact that these three people can enter this room means that they have all obtained permission to join Weland.

Just as Burbank said, if you pick any one of these three and throw them into the outside world, they would all be qualified superheroes or super criminals. Each of them possesses strength no less than Daredevil and Erica before she was parasitized, and is at the peak of mortals.

But that was in the past. From now on, they would all transcend the limits of mortals and gain extraordinary powers.

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"I didn't expect these three guys to come here as a group."

Duva can monitor everything in real time and finds it very interesting.

Burbank, who was born a pastor and nicknamed "The Executioner", would normally become a world-class bounty killer. He worked for Kingpin, Fury and others, and was eventually transformed into a cyborg and became an extremist who specialized in hunting mutants.

Flash Thompson, the famous Agent Venom, is a good friend of Peter Parker in some parallel universes.

Orestes, a martial arts master and Erica's brother.

Duva believed that the surrender of these three people was definitely not the end, but just a small beginning.

In the future, there will be many guys on this blue planet who will be called superheroes or super criminals, and each of them will have talents worthy of praise.

In a parallel universe, Apocalypse massacred New York City and killed all the superheroes in New York. The number of superheroes killed in the battle reached an astonishing number - seven thousand.

However, among these numerous heroes and many villains, the vast majority are only at the peak level of mortals. They are proficient in various fighting skills and skilled in using various weapons, but their lack of physical fitness permanently locks their upper limit.