A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

In the early morning, light rain fell from the sky, covering the city of Gotham with a layer of white smoke.

The damp and cold feeling is enough to wake up any homeless man or drunkard lying on the roadside and rush to find shelter from the rain.

A group of homeless children and teenagers were gathering in a corridor in an alley, warming themselves by burning wood around an iron bucket they found somewhere. There was a dark iron pot on top of it, and there was a pot of boiling water in it. with expired food picked from the restaurant’s trash can.

Although the living environment is very harsh, their faces are very calm, and they are even in the mood to joke with each other.

On the other side of the alley near the avenue, under the street lights, you can see a large number of scantily clad women posing.

If someone is interested in it, they will stop and ask about the price, and then find a small hotel or simply satisfy their physiological needs in the car.

A large number of bars, hotels, restaurants, nightclubs, and mobile food trucks open at night are located on both sides of the street, providing various services to wealthy people who come here to have fun.

The thriving scene and relaxed expressions on people's faces seem out of place in traditional Gotham City.

Because everyone who lives in this city knows that Gotham at night is never safe.

Sometimes, even if you walk through a dark street, you may be robbed more than three times. Beautiful women who are less lucky may be raped or even trafficked. Those who are unluckier may not even survive when they encounter organ traffickers. A luxury.

After all, in terms of black and gray industries, if Gotham dares to be second, there is no other city in the world that dares to be first.

This is just a "normal" crime for the purpose of obtaining money and venting desires.

If you encounter those "abnormal" lunatics, perverts and psychopaths, then congratulations, you will experience special programs that can only be experienced in Gotham City.

But now, there is no criminal activity at all in this area that was originally controlled by gangs.

Even activities such as pickpocketing, theft, and smuggling, which are not even crimes in Gotham, have completely disappeared.

The reason for this incredible situation is very simple, it is the new order established by strong power and naked and unabashed death threats.

Although the gang leaders here once wanted to unite with government departments to implement embargoes, quarantines and other means to teach this outsider who does not know the heights of the world a lesson.

But before they had time to implement it, the body of the person who made the suggestion and the few guys who responded most actively were hung at the door of their house the next day.

After seven gang leaders, two mayors, more than thirty senior government officials, and hundreds of police officers were killed, all parties acquiesced in the existence of Sun Knight Davian and his right to rule this area.

I have to say, Gotham is really a very magical place.

If it had been done in other cities, it would probably have attracted the intervention of powerful government departments.

But the residents here have long been accustomed to it.

Isn't it just to kill the mayor, high-ranking officials, police and gang leaders? What a big deal.

If dozens or hundreds of people don't die one day, can Gotham still be called Gotham?

So killing and death are never a problem here.

The real problem is uncontrollability.

No one knows who Davian suddenly appears and what he wants to do.

The nearly invincible terrifying power is not inferior to that of Superman in Metropolis.

The most terrifying thing is that he does not have superhuman weakness and self-restraint. When faced with provocations, his reaction is even more vicious and merciless than that of a gang. It is like a sword of Damocles hanging over everyone's head. Know exactly when it will suddenly fall.

Since getting rid of it is no longer possible, we naturally have to find a way to bring it into the existing system, turning it from an "unreasonable and dangerous enemy" into a "one of our own with common interests."

In order to achieve this goal, the ruling families of the underworld, including Falcone, Maroni, and Cobot, all began to extend their hands into the areas controlled by Davian. They changed their previous black-and-white style and began to act honestly. Started a legitimate business.

However, they do this not to make money, but to understand Davian's weaknesses, preferences, and personality, and then find ways to turn him into a person like themselves.

Right now, for example, a bar owner is trying to push a wad of bills into Davian's hands.

Because it is Gotham City's tradition and rule to hand over a portion of profits to the gang bosses in the neighborhood where they rule.

In return, the gangsters would come out to solve trouble when the bar ran into trouble.

It doesn't matter if the trouble comes from a drunk customer, another gangster or the police.

In many cases, there is no need to urge, the operator will come to the door and pay the money on his own initiative.

Otherwise, once it is known that his shop is not protected by gangs, all kinds of robberies and thefts will immediately follow, and maybe even his life will be lost.

Obviously, the gangs in Gotham City hope to use this method to corrupt Davian bit by bit, allowing him to taste the taste of power and money, and eventually degenerate into one of "their own people."

But unfortunately, they obviously made a mistake this time.

Because power and wealth are things that have great temptation for mortals, the Sun Knight has already tasted them.

After all, he was Zuo Si's longest and most trusted follower, bar none.

In the west coast empire of Faerûn, the emperor could even directly exercise the supreme power above all laws.

In contrast, in Davian's eyes, gangsters and other unsavory junk are no different from the thieves' guild. No matter how elegant they are and how high-society they pretend to be, they still can't make it onto the stage.

So he did not hesitate to reject those guys who lined up to pay protection fees or please him, and slowly walked towards an old house as a temporary residence.

Sudden!

A young woman wearing a dark purple dress and black stockings walked out of the darkness, with a shy smile on her face, carrying a thermos box in her hand, and said in a rather nervous tone: "Your Excellency, You must still be hungry at this late hour, right? I just made a pot of beef soup, if you don’t mind it, just eat some."

It has to be said that if a beautiful woman like this with both beautiful appearance and sexy figure takes the initiative to deliver food to her door and clearly expresses her admiration, most men with normal sexual orientation would find it difficult to refuse.

Because this is determined at the genetic level.

Even a strong-willed person who cares about his wife and family will not be able to resist the temptation and will only politely decline.

But Davian just glanced at the other party, and then refused with a cold look that refused to let others go thousands of miles away: "I'm sorry, since I have been poisoned several times before, I will no longer take it." Food from strangers. Also, please don’t hang around my door in the future.”

"You doubt me?"

The woman covered her mouth with a look of shock and grievance, and her eyes were suddenly covered with mist. Her weak and pitiful appearance made people want to hold her in her arms and take good care of her.

"Go away! Don't let me waste any more time."

Davian's pupils began to shine with a dazzling golden light like the sun, and the frightening aura suddenly made the woman shiver, and she quickly ran into the depths of the dark alley on her high heels.

After running for almost two or three hundred meters, she tore off her disguise, threw the thermos containing beef soup into the trash can, then took out her phone and dialed a number, whispering through gritted teeth. Cursing: "Damn it! That bastard is simply not a man! I've made it so obvious, but not only did he not react at all, but he also wanted to kill me. Maybe he already knows my true identity."

"calm down!

If Davian was so easy to handle, the boss wouldn't pay so much to hire a professional like you.

In addition, the fact that he didn't kill you directly shows that he still doesn't know the relationship between us.

Otherwise you should be a corpse by now. "

A man's voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Fake! What should I do now? According to his wishes, I might be killed if I get closer."

The woman no longer had the elegant, shy and shy temperament she had before, but instead looked more like an angry shrew.

Of course, this is her truest side.

The appearance just now was just a means of pretending to win the trust and favor of the target. In essence, it was no different from a prostitute pretending to be satisfied to please her client. It was all for the sake of money.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to ask the boss for instructions."

As he spoke, slight footsteps came from the other side of the phone.

The woman stood there and let out a long breath, forcing herself to recover from her restless mood.

Just when she was about to take out a cigarette and light it, she suddenly felt a cold hand pressing on her slender neck, and at the same time, a creepy sound came from her ear.

"Smoking is not a good habit. Did you know? Anyone who smokes for a long time will have a disgusting smell in their blood. It would be a pity if the blood of a beautiful person like you is contaminated."

The words have not yet been spoken!

The woman felt a wet tongue passing through the main artery in her neck, and finally bit her sensitive earlobe on the left side.

In a blink of an eye!

A strong stimulation that could not be described in words poured directly into her brain, making her experience unprecedented pleasure. Her eyes gradually became blurred, and she subconsciously opened her mouth slightly to let out rapid gasps.

But just a second later, a pale face suddenly emerged from the darkness. He opened his mouth and directly pierced the aorta in the neck with his sharp canine teeth, and then greedily sucked the blood spurting out of the blood vessel. Not a drop fell on my shoulders or clothes.

gradually……

The woman's skin became paler and paler, her body temperature became lower and lower, and eventually her heart stopped beating. She stared blankly ahead with her two big eyes, completely turning into a corpse.

At this moment, a majestic voice suddenly came from the phone that fell on the ground.

"Hey! Erin, are you there?"

"I'm sorry, your little beauty can't speak now."

Vampire Queen Badi picked up the cell phone on the ground and responded without hesitation, while casually throwing the pale corpse to the roadside.

"What? Who are you? How dare you kill my people!" the man asked angrily.

Unfortunately, Badi had no intention of continuing to respond. He just crushed the phone and threw it into the trash can. He turned around and stared at the figure who appeared at the entrance of the alley at an unknown time in the distance. He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled. Yingying asked: "When did you arrive?"

"It started when you started sucking the blood of that woman. Why did you come to Gotham? If I remember correctly, your scope of activities should be over there in Metropolis."

The black shadow stepped on the water on the ground and took two steps forward, slowly revealing Davian's tall and strong figure.

Obviously, Diary arranged for them to be partners in this world.

"Because I have got what the master wants."

As she spoke, the Vampire Queen took out two test tubes preserved by magic from her pocket. One of them contained a white translucent viscous liquid, while the other contained dark red blood.

Davian immediately showed a very surprised expression when he saw this scene: "You got Superman's genetic material and blood so quickly?"

Badi nodded proudly: "That's right.

This task was actually much easier than I thought.

Although the human god possesses nearly invincible power, his resistance to magic is very poor.

Not even as good as an ordinary person with a strong will.

I only used simple charm and illusion to make him fall into a rosy dream and unable to extricate himself.

Finally, add a little spray made of green kryptonite, and you can easily get what countless people want.

Not only that!

Superman's blood also allowed me to complete the transformation of my life.

From now on the sun is no longer a threat to me, but a source of great strength. "

As the last word blurted out, Badi's feet lifted off the ground and floated out of thin air. Two deep and dark eyes suddenly shot out black light, directly burning a big hole in the ground.

"You obtained Superman's abilities by sucking his blood? And you didn't get burned to ashes?"

Davian was stunned on the spot.

Because as the Sun Knight, he knows very well that Superman's body is like a huge stellar battery, and his blood is filled with astonishing energy like his own.

This stuff is definitely the most deadly poison in the world for vampires.

Even a vampire queen like Badi would explode on the spot if she dared to take a sip. There was absolutely no room for negotiation.

This should be true not only for vampires, but also for all undead creatures driven by negative energy and death energy.

"Because I have this..."

Badi slowly took out an amber pendant from under his tights.

Although the pendant had been burned black by some unknown force, with his vision and perception beyond mortals, Davian still saw a creature inside that looked like a twisted and bloated baby.

The evil one - Atropal!

He recognized the terrifying undead creature that was originally sealed by Zuo Si almost at a glance, and also recalled that Atropal was conceived by the ancient sun god of Faerûn, the Saint Amaunata.

This also means that the god of evil should have inherited some power related to the sun priesthood to some extent, and should be able to withstand or even dissolve the huge stellar energy contained in Superman's blood.

Thinking of this, Davian looked thoughtful: "I see. The master and his identity have anticipated all this, so they handed over the divine evil to you in advance."

"That's right!

Atropal was originally my child.

It was natural for him to reintegrate with his mother.

Now, I am a quasi-god with the power of the sun just like you.

It's just that you represent the positive side of light and hope, while I represent the completely different negative side.

Perhaps this is exactly what the owner wants to see. "

When saying these words, deep awe and admiration appeared on the beautiful and pale face of Vampire Queen Badi.

She never thought that one day she would be able to use the evil she had given birth to to become a powerful god-like power, and even catch up with Sun Knights like Davian who could compete with real gods.

The most important thing is that Superman, who is regarded as the most powerful creature on earth in this universe, has now completely become a plaything in her hands.

Importantly, her willingness to control the powerful son of Krypton at any time took a completely opposite path.

"So...your mission has been completed?"

There was a hint of envy in Davian's tone.

Compared to wandering around without a clear goal at the moment, he obviously prefers to perform simple and clear tasks like the Vampire Queen.

It doesn't matter if I have to fight that Superman named Clark Kent.

Badi smiled and nodded: "Yes, I have completed my mission.

Before I receive any other instructions, I can do whatever I want in this world, as long as I don't violate the basic principles set by my master.

In fact I have converted some rich and powerful guys in the metropolis.

When those old men learned that they could not only regain their young bodies but also live forever, they all wanted to kneel down and lick my boots, begging me to transform them into descendants.

I came here today to give you these two things.

If there is nothing else, I will go back first.

If you need help, remember to use magic to communicate. Never use electronic devices such as mobile phones and telephones that can be easily monitored.

According to well-informed sources, you are now receiving extra attention from special departments under the US government. "

After that, the Vampire Queen threw the test tube containing genetic material and blood to Davian, quickly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared.

As a high elf mage like Erinikas, her magic ability is actually not much worse than the former.

It's just that due to the vampire's endless thirst for blood, he gradually lost the most important reason and calmness as a mage, preferring close combat in order to control the target and suck the opponent's blood.

Now that he has become a quasi-divine power, the negative influence of bloodthirsty has completely disappeared, and naturally he has regained his magical ability again.

Especially against Superman, magic is really useful.

"Using the blood of gods, vampires and supermen to create a black sun? The master will still make full use of the resources at hand as before."

Davian murmured something in a low voice, then released hot flames to burn the female corpse on the ground to ashes, then summoned the planeswalker who had been transformed by the shimmering oil to send the two things away, and returned to his residence alone to lie down on the bed. Close your eyes and rest your mind.

Although he no longer needs sleep to restore his physical strength and energy, in order to act like a "normal person", he still tries to lie down for six to eight hours a day.

Time flew by and the night passed quickly.

As the sun rises from the sea level, this city with simple folk customs ushered in an exciting day again.

The reason why I say it was exciting was because it was only nine o'clock in the morning, and there was an ongoing bank robbery case on the news broadcast, as well as a fire in two warehouses in the port dock area.

The former belongs to Gotham City's traditional repertoire.

Almost every few days, a "hero" appears from nowhere and wants to get rich overnight and plans to rob a bank.

So everyone has long been accustomed to it.

If you look at the live footage on TV, you will know that whether it is a bank employee who was robbed or a customer who was accidentally involved in doing business, they all behaved unusually calmly.

One of the old men also reminded the robbers to pay attention to the time.

According to the experience summarized by Ram, the great sage and sage in the bank robbery industry, the most important thing in this business is not to be greedy. No matter how much you grab, you must leave before the police car arrives.

Of course, it was more that the old man didn't want the robber to be blocked by the police and unable to escape.

Once the two sides fall into a confrontation, everyone in the bank will inevitably be held hostage.

At that time, it will not only be banks and insurance companies that need to bear risks, but also their own lives.

The masked robbers were also very particular. When they left, they secretly stuffed a bunch of banknotes into the man's handbag as a token of gratitude.

Such a harmonious scene can probably only be staged in a magical place like Gotham.

The whole robbery process was smooth and smooth, and it was pleasing to the eye. Even the escape route was planned in advance, perfectly avoiding the routes of patrol police cars on every street. It was obviously a step in advance, careful observation and calculation, and it highlighted a Ram Rigorous style.

If Batman hadn't intervened, this bank robbery would probably have ended.

Given the level of corruption and case handling efficiency of the Gotham City Police Department, there is absolutely no possibility of detection.

In comparison, fires in dock warehouses are much more boring, and 80% of them are related to the struggle between gangs.

"This rotten place is completely hopeless."

Davian stared at the news broadcast on the TV and couldn't help but complain.

Although he has been in Gotham for several months, he still cannot fully adapt to this chaotic situation.

Just when he got dressed and got up to go out to buy some breakfast, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

Then a slightly childish voice came through the crack in the door.

"Sir, are you awake?"

Davian subconsciously walked to the door and opened the unlocked door, only to see a boy wearing tattered clothes.

He vaguely remembered that this was when he was passing by an alley half a month ago and casually saved a child who was almost raped by a pedophile.

Since then, the homeless child has been making a living on the nearby streets by shining people's shoes and delivering newspapers and milk.

Although it sounds a bit pitiful and very hard, at least it is no problem to fill the stomach, and safety is also guaranteed to a certain extent.

Just when Davian was very confused about why the boy suddenly came to look for him, he suddenly saw a silver customized supercar parked not far away, and Bruce Wayne sitting in the car and recruiting him.

Different from wearing a mask at night and being somber, when he takes off the mask during the day, he is not only bright and cheerful in a suit and tie, but he is also quite handsome and attractive to women.

Just look at the rosy-faced and lustful women on the streets and you will know how popular this richest man and famous playboy in Gotham City is.

It is estimated that many of them have the dream of being able to join the rich and achieve a class leap.

No matter how bad it is, you can still have a one-night stand and get a check worth a lot of money.

As for the million-dollar supercar, it may be a bit too high-profile for others.

But for Bruce Wayne, it's just right, even a little low-key.

At least it's nowhere near as good as his Batmobile.

Seeing that the real owner had appeared, the old man immediately jumped out of the car and handed the boy leading the way ten hundred-dollar bills. Then he smiled and stretched out his right hand: "Good morning, Mr. Davian. I am Bruce Wayne, I believe you." You should have heard of this name.”

"Of course I've heard of it.

After all, in Gotham City, it is not easy not to know the sole heir of the Wayne family.

But what I don't understand is, why did you come to me?

I don't remember any interactions with you or the Wayne Group. "

Davian had obviously known for a long time that the guy in front of him was Batman, so he simply ignored the opponent's right hand that stretched out to express friendship.

Upon seeing this, Bruce Wayne could only take his hand back and responded nonchalantly: "Of course it's for investment and business.

No intersection in the past does not mean there will be no intersection in the future.

Know that the neighborhood you now rule has become Gotham City's fastest-growing economic hotspot.

I hope to purchase some land here on behalf of the Wayne Group, demolish all the old buildings, and rebuild higher-rise apartments, shopping malls, and commercial pedestrian streets.

If all goes well, some high value-added industries and factories will be set up here.

In short, I hope to work with you to build the surrounding area into the richest and most prosperous neighborhood in Gotham and make it a benchmark. "

"What does this have to do with me? I am neither the owner of the land nor a government official." Davian asked with a sneer.

“But you are the recognized ruler of the neighborhood.

Only with your commitment can I dare to invest heavily.

Otherwise, safety issues cannot be guaranteed at all.

In return, I can set up a company alone and give you 20% of the shares.

In addition you will gain the friendship of the Wayne family. "

Bruce bluntly stated the excuse he had been thinking about all night.

You don't need to ask to know that he plans to use a large amount of money to knock the other party out, and then find a way to extract some useful information and intelligence.

But unfortunately, I found the wrong person this time.

Instead of accepting it as happily as he expected, Davian showed a disdainful look: "You got three things wrong.

First, I am not the ruler of this area, and I have no interest in collecting protection fees like those garbage gangsters.

Second, your investment and friendship are worthless in my eyes.

Last but not least, don’t think that I don’t recognize you when you take off your mask.

Again, you are sick, and you are seriously ill. "

moment!

Bruce Wayne's expression suddenly changed.

Maybe others can't hear the meaning of "taking off the mask", but how could he not know that it refers to his other identity "Batman".

Fortunately, the strong mental quality he has developed over a long period of time did not make the master lose his composure. Instead, he raised his head and asked, "How did you recognize me?"

"It's very simple, soul. Maybe you can change your voice, body odor, appearance, habits and behavior patterns through some means, but the soul can never be changed. So save yourself such boring tricks."

Davian left a self-satisfied look and turned back to the house.

In his opinion, revealing one's identity is enough to make the other party give up.

But Bruce Wayne very shamelessly blocked the door with his hand and entered the house. While looking at the surrounding displays, he continued to ask with interest: "You said you are not the ruler of this area, then why did you pass through?" What about killing people to fight crime? Aren't you trying to make this place a better place?"

"No, I just don't want too much dog poop piled up in front of my house to look disgusting, so I started to clean it up a little."

Davian made a very apt metaphor, and at the same time picked up the cup, poured a cup of water and placed it on the table.

Although he disliked the master very much and even thought that he was sick, he still maintained the most basic etiquette.

"Shit?

This is really a great metaphor.

But why did you reject my investment?

Since this is regarded as the doorstep of home, one should hope that it will become more prosperous.

What's more, you can also make a lot of money from it, and even successfully join the upper class.

Don’t you desire money, fame, luxury cars, yachts, private jets, or beautiful women at all? "

Bruce Wayne sat down on the sofa and asked curiously.

Because the Sun Knight is too mysterious to him. Not only is his identity and background information completely zero, but his preferences and desires in daily life are not revealed much either.

This made the master, who relied heavily on intelligence to make targeted arrangements, feel very uncomfortable and even unable to do anything.

Davian replied nonchalantly: "I didn't reject your investment, I just didn't want to get involved.

As for money, I had enough cash from those gangsters to last me a while.

And the high society, fame, and luxury goods you mentioned have little interest in me.

I can find beautiful women anytime I want.

My request is actually very simple, that is to quietly maintain this peaceful life. "

"Okay, I think I understand.

You refused because you thought I was troublesome and crazy.

And what you want is peace and undisturbed.

If you don't mind, could you tell me who you are?

You know, I've searched all the databases on the Internet, but I can't even find your birth certificate.

Under normal circumstances, a person with such great power as you should not remain anonymous.

Unless you are an alien, or an experimental subject who escaped from some unknown secret laboratory. "

Bruce Wayne looked into Sun Knight's eyes and asked his most important question.

"Don't you know it's annoying to inquire into other people's past and privacy? What's more, I have no obligation to tell you this."

Davian responded unceremoniously.

He would not be stupid enough to reveal any information about himself to the old Yinbi in front of him.

After all, Batman is one of the very few people who can make Zuo Si feel a little afraid.

"Oh - what a shame, I thought we could be friends."

Seeing that he couldn't get any useful information, Bruce Wayne sighed with regret and stood up from the sofa.

When Davian heard this, he couldn't help laughing immediately, and while laughing, he said sarcastically: "I'm sorry, I don't want to be a friend of a lunatic like you. Because the most I can do to become your enemy is to be beaten and locked up, but if The consequences of being your friend are much more serious."

How miserable is it to be Batman's friend?

Just look at the endings of Robin in the past.

And he has to endure him collecting all kinds of information and intelligence behind the scenes, and formulating a series of anti-XX plans like he treats enemies.

Once these plans are stolen, his so-called "friends" will face huge risks of defeat or even death.

The most important thing is that this guy is a mental patient who adheres to the principle of no killing.

This also means that the dangerous enemies caught by him will always have the possibility of making a comeback.

The most typical example is the "high-end talents" in the "Arkham Vocational and Technical College", one or two will come out every once in a while.

The unlucky ones will be either innocent people or friends who are close to Batman.

Therefore, the first rule of thumb to avoid trouble and live well in Gotham City is to stay away from Batman. Do not have any contact with him, let alone have any feelings of respect or adoration.

Otherwise, you might come home one day and find a lunatic with a clown face planning to use your life as a bet to play a game with his old flame.

There is no doubt that Davian's words were like a sharp knife inserted into the master's already riddled heart.

From the moment he put on the bat mask, he had already lost too much by adhering to the principle of not killing, and indescribable pain instantly surged into his heart.

Am I really wrong?

Bruce Wayne tortured his soul in his heart.

After a moment of silence, he pretended that nothing happened and walked out. After about a few minutes, he started the sports car and disappeared at the end of the street.

Standing in front of the window sill and watching the silver-white sports car leave, Davian couldn't help but chuckle and sighed: "What a poor guy who has been brainwashed by values.

I have clearly set an example with practical actions, but he is still struggling with law and morality.

I simply don’t understand that whether it is law, morality, or justice, they are just abstract concepts defined by humans.

They are neither absolute nor sacred, and will always change with changes in social environment and people's ideas.

The most important thing is that a fundamentally corrupt society cannot get back on track through self-correction and cleansing. History has proven this countless times.

Especially the law, in many cases, instead of representing justice, it becomes a protective umbrella for crime.

In other words, redefine it and make the originally illegal behavior legal.

Want to change or start a bottom-up uprising to completely overthrow the existing system, kill all vested interests, and build a new order by redistributing wealth;

Either use powerful external forces to destroy the source of corruption with thunderous means, and then correct it bit by bit through intimidation and sand.

Forget it, let this guy do whatever he wants. Anyway, what this city becomes has nothing to do with me. "

…

At the same time, far away in the laboratory of Mutahar Floating City.

The diary handed over the newly obtained Superman genes and blood to Zuo Si's first scientific researcher, the Blue Demon Judge of New Phyrexia - Jinji Towers, and said with a very serious expression on his face: " I think you know what that means, right?"

"Of course! I will first cultivate several experimental individuals through artificial insemination technology, and then combine the original body samples, magic cloning technology, genetic adjustment and transformation fusion technology, and finally the completion of the shimmering oil to create the strongest army .”

Jinji Tasha took the two test tubes and her tone revealed unparalleled excitement and excitement.

Ever since he learned about Superman's huge potential, he has been looking forward to carrying out corresponding experiments.

Now that I finally got what I dreamed of, I naturally started to implement it according to the plan without saying a word.

"Be careful! I don't want to see the experimental subjects you trained launch a rebellion and make this place a mess."

The diary reminded me seriously.

He is now really afraid that a group of Kryptonians who are extremely powerful, invulnerable, can shoot heat vision that melts steel from their eyes, and can project ultra-low temperatures from their mouths, will suddenly rush out of the laboratory and start killing people.

"Don't worry, we have learned that the biggest weakness of this race is its lack of magic resistance.

At that time, just use the charm spell to control it.

What's more, the great father of New Phyrexia has granted me the use of a new model of Glitter Oil.

Once their souls are completed, they will become their master's most loyal servants and will never have even the slightest sense of rebellion. "

After saying that, Jinji Tasha grinned and let out a creepy laugh, then handed the test tube containing the genetic material to his assistant.

After getting it, the latter immediately took out some and put it in a petri dish, while the rest was directly sent to a safe specially designed to store the most precious experimental materials and locked up.

In less than half an hour, dozens of fertilized eggs had already appeared in the artificial womb.

Superman probably never dreamed that he would have dozens of descendants without even knowing it...