Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, and Duke will leave as soon as he says.

Before leaving, he kicked Deadpool, kicked him off the elevated shelf, and then spat down hard.

Once again teleported and disappeared, Duke appeared on the roof of a residential building in the distance. He ingested some clothes with his mind, refined them into shirts and trousers and put them on. Feeling something was missing, he made another white coat.

After two consecutive trips and encountering an unreliable two-way plug, Duke felt constipated thinking about it. He held up the ring inlaid with space gems, took a breath, wiped it reverently and said: "What about Allah, God, Bodhisattva Buddha, Jade Emperor, Sanqing, Daozu, etc., bless you devout believers, don't encounter death next time Waiter!"

After speaking, the magic power was integrated into the ring, and once again embarked on a journey through time and space.

It's still the moon... well, no more nonsense!

Duke learned his lesson this time, he didn't just pick a qi, but chose a familiar qi, and teleported to the opponent's side.

He chose none other than Steve, and when he sensed the captain's anger, he had the urge to leave. However, luck still made him decide to take a look first, maybe there would be unexpected gains.

It's a pity that the cruel facts once again forcibly slapped me in the face. Ignoring the nature of things themselves, violating the essential laws of the development of things, and fantasizing that things will develop according to one's own needs or likes and dislikes are all daydreams!

It's like the other party has only one blood block left, watching me jump the tower and kill the show; I just drank a bottle of beer, so easy to drive home, etc. Illusions... It is impossible to succeed!

New York Avengers Tower!

When Duke appeared next to Steve, he was covered in hot blood. He stared blankly at Steve, who was cut in half by the shield and was still spouting blood, and couldn't turn his head around for a while.

What's the situation, Marvel's own son knelt down?

When he looked up and looked around, he took a deep breath. Doctor Strange, Hawkeye, Thor, Natasha, Fantastic Four, Wolverine, Ms. Marvel, Black Panther, Colossus, Storm, Daredevil, all the strong men in Marvel, all fell in a pool of blood and died. Terrible, can't die anymore.

Oh, and Iron Man! He was decapitated by the sharp blade, and his head was placed on the desk.

The corpses of the cowmen were stacked one on top of the other, and the whole room looked like a slaughterhouse for superheroes, exuding a disgusting stench of blood.

Deadpool Ma Dajindao sat on the boss chair, kicked on the ground and circled in place, while wiping the blade, he hummed a cheerful tune. Seeing Duke appearing teleportedly, his hand wiping the long knife visibly paused.

"Dude, we meet again!" Deadpool tilted his head, and after three seconds he asked in confusion, "Hey! Why did I say again?"

Duke was silent for a while, then teleported to the top of the Avengers Building, looking at the sky speechlessly: "There are no gods and Buddhas in the sky who are reliable? Why are there dead servants in three consecutive worlds? Has he already conquered all the worlds? "

With a crisp click, Deadpool pushed open the roof door, drew his knife and pointed at Duke: "Man, do we know each other? Why do I always feel that we have met each other honestly? Damn it, tell me who was behind that night! Is it you, or me?"

Duke finally knew the reason why Deadpool's mouth would be sewn up in the X-Men world.

"Dude, are you here to join the Avengers? I'm sorry to tell you that they just moved their headquarters to Hell, but it's okay, the kind Lord Deadpool will send you there in person. One-way ticket to Hell, free of charge! Seeing that we have also gone deep For the sake of communication, Uncle Deadpool will not make you feel painful... just like that night, when I stabbed you, I will try my best to be gentle!"

After sputtering a bunch of nonsense, Deadpool quickly approached Duke, and drew his knife to cut the main artery in his neck. A cold light flashed, and the two stood side by side. Deadpool looked at the long knife that was not stained with a drop of blood, and turned around only to find that what he had slashed was an afterimage.

"Where did that guy go?" Deadpool stood on the building, looking down at every street corner in New York, and found nothing. Duke seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

"Could it be a random superhero? Damn editor..." Deadpool scolded, sheathed his knife, turned and left the Avengers Building, and there were still a lot of heroes waiting for him to harvest.

On the back of the moon, Duke, who crossed his legs for the fourth time, was suspended in mid-air, looking at the blue earth in front of him, hesitating and indescribably entangled.

"Try again for the last time. If it's still Deadpool, I don't want the Space Gem." Duke held the ring in his palm, and after thinking about it, he was still reluctant to throw it out.

Closing his eyes to perceive the earth in front of him, Duke's expression changed again. There are no zombies, and there are no Marvel powerhouses. The earth in front of him is completely different from the previous one. It is ordinary and full of vitality. The most important thing is that there is no Deadpool on this earth.

"Mom, I finally got rid of that pervert! Sure enough, this is the correct way to open the space gem!" Duke's eyes moistened, and he almost shed tears.

The earth below was peaceful and ordinary, but Duke was not dissatisfied at all. He chose the strongest aura in New York, teleported and disappeared in place.

New York, Queens!

Queens is chaotic at night, and it's no surprise that anything happens here. Duke landed on a dark street corner, on the crosswalk directly in front of him, surrounded by three layers of people. A police car was parked on the side of the road, and officers called for an ambulance while clearing the crowd.

Duke could hear clearly, and based on the conversations of passers-by, he learned that an old man had been attacked by gunmen.

"Hehe, America!" Duke sneered, sensing that the most powerful Qi was in the middle of the crowd, he couldn't help but lean forward.

Generally speaking, the strongest people in each world are closely related to the fate of this world. Knowing their identities can quickly deduce which world it is.

In the first three worlds, Duke also used this method. Unfortunately, there were so many strong people in those three worlds, Duke could only choose one at random by drawing lots.

The extremely bad luck is enough to prove that he is not favored by the world.

But in this world, there are not so many worries. The strong are limited, and there are only a handful of them. If it goes well, he will know where it is immediately. If he is not lucky, he can teleport twice more.

Squeezing through the crowd, Duke saw the target. The owner of that aura, which was far stronger than ordinary people, was just a young man who had just grown up. At this moment, tears streaming down his face, he grabbed the palm of the old man who was shot, and cried bitterly: "I am here, Uncle Ben!"

The old man named Uncle Ben broke away his sallow eyes, looked at the young man lingeringly, and said weakly: "Peter...the greater the ability...the greater the responsibility!"

Hearing this famous warning resounding throughout the world, Duke still doesn't know where he is!

The young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes is the representative of the poor mutant world, the originator-level soul figure-Diaosiman... ahem, it's Spider-Man. The little spider indirectly killed his uncle, was impoverished, turned against his brother, and Ma Zi gave him a cuckold every now and then.

Peter Parker is miserable enough as a well-known superhero, let's stop hating him!

Duke cursed secretly, although he is not Deadpool, but Spider-Man is also in a red tights, and his attributes are not much different. Just as he turned to leave, the little spider suddenly stopped in front of Duke, and begged as if grabbing a life-saving straw: "Are you a doctor?"

Duke looked down, because he was wearing a white coat, so he was misunderstood as a doctor... No! Aren't dentists and anorectal doctors all doctors?

He patted Little Spider on the shoulder with admiration in his eyes, and praised: "Young man, you have good eyesight!"

"Huh!?" Little Spider was stunned, is it hard to recognize?

Duke turned around and came to Uncle Ben, knelt down and put his hand on the wound of the other party's gunshot wound: "You can pick me at a glance in the vast crowd, it seems that your uncle deserves his life!"

The little spider cursed secretly, thinking that he had encountered a psychosis, and was about to scold Duke to stay away from his uncle, when he was surprised to see an orange-yellow warhead floating up from Uncle Ben's wound. Afterwards, a white light shone, and Uncle Ben's face turned rosy, he let out a comfortable hum, and fell asleep with a sound of snoring.

The little spider was dumbfounded. He was born in a discipline and grew up in science. He had never seen such a fantastic medical method. Infected by the mutated spider, he quickly regained his sense of nerve and exclaimed, "Are you God?"

Duke stood up, clapped his hands, stuffed them into the pockets of his white coat, and said with a smile, "I'm not God, on the contrary, I'm a devil!"

"But you saved..."

Just as the little spider was about to refute, he suddenly found that the crowd around him was unusually quiet. Seeing such a fantastic scene, there was no sound of admiration at all. He looked into the crowd, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

The crowd of onlookers, together with the police, stood there motionless, their pupils dilated and their eyes unfocused. It's like being cast a holding spell by an evil mage, or like being sucked out of the soul by the devil, leaving only an empty shell.

"Just kidding!" Duke clapped his hands together: "It's just scaring you, don't take it seriously."

"This joke is not funny at all." The little spider pulled out a stiff smile, looked past Duke, and glanced at Uncle Ben.