Fantasy World Transmigration

Xingjue followed Nick to the basement of the S.H.I.E.L.D. base. The sinking elevator ran very smoothly, but the speed was not slow at all. Xingjue counted silently in his heart, and the elevator door didn't open until ten minutes later.

"1500 meters!" Xingjue calculated the answer in his mind instantly.

This 1,500-meter underground building is made of alloy, plastic and carbon fiber materials. It seems to have a strong ability to adapt to deformation. Great battles are very difficult, and at least one meteorite weighing more than ten tons has to hit it head-on.

The structure of the base is very complicated, most of the passages are closed, and Nick doesn't seem to want to show him around, so Star-Lord has no choice but to keep up with Nick's pace.

After passing through several gates that looked ordinary but made Xingjue instinctively feel like they were on his back, the two came to a circular laboratory. The laboratory was a huge hollow sphere. According to Xingjue's perception Judging, this should be the center of the entire underground base.

The surrounding walls are made of a kind of elastic metal material, which looks like plastic in texture. Xingjue sneaked up and touched it, and felt a flexible and slippery force in his tentacles to slide away the pressure he exerted. Xingjue Surprised in my heart, I added a little strength to my hand, and secretly brought energy.

The result is like touching a soft and tough air film, and the fingers are repelled by the force, slowly but firmly sliding away.

"This is energy-repelling metal..." Nick looked back at him, conveying the meaning of "I see you" with a meaningful look, and pouted when he saw that Star-Lord was not at all embarrassed. He continued: "It has a special property, when it is under energy pressure, it can transmit the pressure quickly... which makes it almost indestructible."

"If it's true." Xingjue looked at him in surprise and said, "Why don't you use it as a weapon? You don't look... er! Nor are you that particular about people."

"Its conduction ability is related to its scale. A piece of energy-repelling metal the size of a thumb is almost as resistant to energy as ordinary steel. Only when it has enough volume and mass can its resistance increase exponentially."

"A natural prison material, I'm a little curious about what you locked up here!" Xingjue looked inward through the window of the ring laboratory. It was glass made of high-strength materials, with golden veins running through it. Jue recognized the material.

The Asgardians used it to make dungeons for the most dangerous prisoners in the universe.

The interior of the ring laboratory is a huge spherical space,

It has a diameter of about 150 meters. It is a huge space surrounded by the circular laboratory and other base structures. At the bottom of the space is a very powerful anti-gravity device. The metal ball was suspended in mid-air, and the same energy-repelling metal cast a huge, almost indestructible prison.

"Who did you imprison here? Thanos? Or Odin?" Star-Lord was dumbfounded: "Asgardian technology is used here, and it is also one of the best prisons in the universe... If you are imprisoned here, It must be like a nightmare!"

"A terrifying shadow, a nightmare in the universe." Nick obviously didn't want to say anything, but just took Xingjue onto a massless force field floating disk, and slowly floated towards the prison in the sky.

A semicircular hole was recessed in the spherical prison, sucking the two of them in.

Xingjue finally saw the prisoners in the prison!

A young man of yellow race who looked a little childish, wearing a researcher's white coat, walked among the test tubes and reagents, and was methodically analyzing data on the test bench. He seemed to be operating five or six experiments at the same time, and there were three researchers beside him, but the cumbersome experiments that made the assistants scrambled were as smooth as flowing water in his hands.

Xingjue, who is proficient in various sophisticated subjects in the universe and is himself an excellent scientist, suddenly felt crushed in terms of IQ. Some formulas and calculations that violated his common sense flashed across the screen, while others were beautifully symmetrical and smooth. The formula also slides across the display, like an angel and a demon dancing together.

"He...he is..." Xingjue pointed at this 'prisoner', and suddenly felt that his tongue was tied in a knot, which he couldn't untie.

The expression on Nick's face changed, a confusion mixed with fear and anger made the iron-clad director look a little embarrassed, he nodded silently: "I don't know if this is a miracle or a conspiracy, and I don't know if this Is it a chance or a devil's trap, but it just happened!"

"In the next era of civilization, the era of the apocalypse, mutants and humans fought against the apocalypse, but were destroyed by the four horsemen. The professor has been looking for a way to fight against the apocalypse, but he found that we don't know him at all, who is he ? Where did he come from? What is he going to do? The most frightening thing is always the unknown.”

Nick pointed his finger on the transparent cage and signaled Star-Lord: "Finally S.H.I.E.L.D. completed him!"

"Apocalypse clone, a man who calls himself Chen Ang."

"Impossible." Xingjue didn't believe Nick's words at all: "You can't get the Apocalypse's gene at all, and even if you get it, it's useless. For that kind of existence, they are the imprint of life itself, and they are the only ones! "

"Yes, we couldn't get Apocalypse's genes, so we imitated him! What we did was not copying an Apocalypse, but imitating Apocalypse itself. Recreating an Apocalypse is just a disaster, but we can get close to him." Nick replied .

"With mutants and the highest technology of humanity, we can accomplish this miracle."

"His genes are derived from countless mutants, but the most important are three of them..."

"A throwaway evolutionary, who has the ability to change genes to adapt to the environment——Darwin!"

"Gene imitators, who can imitate and change their own genes, have the most terrifying genetic potential among mutants - Mystique!

"A person with the ability to reproduce a personality, a faceless person who can absorb, learn, and imitate other personalities, change their own genes, and obtain the abilities of other mutants—a large group!"

"We have completed a perfect blank sheet of paper - a large group of imitated the personality of Apocalypse, just like a seed, we obtained the embryonic form of Apocalypse's personality, and then recreated it in this body that can perfectly adapt, imitate, and evolve An apocalyptic approximation to pry into the demon's secrets."

"He is the most perfect human body, and he will definitely be able to reproduce the secret of Tianqi's sublimation from human beings to that kind of existence!"

"He doesn't have any genetic material, because he contains all of it, he's the conceptual embodiment of the mutant and the human, and he contains all of our existence in one person - because he is the human and the mutant itself, you can call it He is Adam, and he may also be called Satan, for he is both the son of man and the incarnation of the ancient serpent."

"This is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s plan for the apocalypse—the Garden of Eden."

"You succeeded?" Xingjue looked at him like he was looking at a lunatic, as if asking him rhetorically, but also as if declaring him.

"Yes, he has a part of his memory since he was born. Now we know his name, and it may be Tianqi's name—Chen Ang." Nick looked at Chen Ang with unusually sharp eyes.

"Perhaps you can see the shadow of Apocalypse in him, but he is not Apocalypse after all. What can defeat him may not be able to pose a threat to Apocalypse. After all, Apocalypse, which used to be human, has already existed in two different ways from the current Apocalypse."

"We know!" Nick replied calmly.

"The professor helped us locate the similarity between his personality and Apocalypse's human personality. Now it is only 12 percent. Every time he gets closer to Apocalypse, the similarity will increase a little. When it reaches 100 percent, he will become Apocalypse. become one of his clones, and this change is irreversible."

"He will instinctively change his personality towards Tianqi. The closer he is to Tianqi, the stronger his power will be, and he will eventually reach Chengdu, which can easily destroy us. At that time, Tianqi will descend on him and destroy everything."

"This is a warning!"

"Yes, this is a warning, but we have no choice!"

"He is our only hope against Apocalypse." Nick sighed: "The professor told us how to control the secret of Apocalypse's personality. The key to controlling this kind of personality change is himself. His own personality is like a lock. The stronger it is, the slower the speed of apocalypse."

"We use Tianqi's personality when he was a human being to restrict Tianqi's current personality, so that he can still maintain a human posture."

"What about his current attitude?" Star-Lord suddenly turned to ask Nick.

"Adam, that is, the clone of Apocalypse is quite friendly to us. His human personality is rapidly improving, and we are also helping him to improve..." Nick replied with some bitterness.

"This is not like the SHIELD style..."

"I hope we can slice and dissect him, but he is not something we can control, nor can we offend or provoke. Apocalypse may not know our plan. SHIELD can successfully implement the Eden plan. Part of the reason may be that Tianqi is also curious about this plan."

"Come on! Let me show you the consequences of the out-of-control plan..." Nick sneered and said, "Facing the 'God' who may have created human beings, what kind of terrible consequences will human blasphemy produce..."

The door of the laboratory slid open in front of the two of them. Nick's speed was not slow. As one alloy door after another opened in front of Xingjue, the two began to enter the base to get the other side. The closer they were, the more Xingjue could Feel some information revealed by the subtle traces around.

A terrible catastrophe and destruction.

(To be continued.)