Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"So what exactly is this thing?"

Brucey, the new chief officer stationed in the Moubis wasteland, was sitting on a high stool in the laboratory, looking at the busy killing machines in front of her with a calm expression. The various experimental equipment that she could not name looked very High-end atmosphere, when the light that has been filtered 47 times from the sky shines on the mother box placed on the table, it emits a strange light.

Although she was asking, judging from the impatience in her eyes, Brucey's interest and patience for this place had reached the limit.

Facing her question, Killing Machine didn't look back. He adjusted the nanoscale analyzer in front of him and said in a deep voice:

"A technological device that can easily break the boundaries of the world in theory is more convenient, easier to use, and more portable than a world converter made of N metal."

"Can it be used by us?"

Brucey snorted, but the answer she received was negative.

"Not yet. The technological content of this thing is a bit high, and its composition is a bit weird. I need some time to analyze it, but it should not be difficult to crack in the end."

"Then you should analyze it carefully and try to come up with a result before the Overlord arrives."

Brucey stood up from the chair, adjusted her clothes, and walked out of the laboratory. She also saw the endless army of demons rushing out of the tunnel opened by the mother box, and she could easily understand The role of this thing in a large-scale war, and if Brucey's prediction is correct, the Moubis Wasteland will soon usher in another counterattack from Apocalypse.

She walked out of the laboratory and looked at the endless dark red wasteland in front of her eyes. Under the hill not far away was a large excavation site. The residents of the wasteland were not freed because of the retreat of the conquerors of Apocalypse , on the contrary, all their manpower was summoned again, and continued to unearth the crystals hidden under the wasteland.

This time, it was no longer a sacrifice to the God of Darkness, but an offering to the Overlord.

Of course, compared to the Apocalypse group who are used to enslavement and destruction, the second wave of conquerors is obviously much more friendly to the people...

Under the leadership of the new leader of this wasteland civilization, the son of the former Great Elder and the last scholar and apprentice of Moubis, the residents who survived the brutal war expressed their gratitude to the newcomers, and the women among them He and the child were sent to the Moubis Trading Station to recuperate, while the man stayed and continued his previous work.

But this time, they have a new assistant...

"The omnic excavator works pretty well with the local natives."

Seeing Ms. Brussy step onto the platform, the former Plague Lady who had been downgraded to a knight attendant, Miss Vera stepped forward quickly and reported in a low voice:

"In the past 4 days, after getting enough supplies and drinking water, as well as a good temporary housing, the work efficiency of these workers has increased by at least 3 times compared to before. The latest 27 crystals that have been excavated have been sent to the business station.. .”

"Not enough! I'm not satisfied with this progress!"

Brussie looked at the busy omnics and the detector workers in the large excavation theater below, a flash of light flashed in her eyes, and she said in a deep voice:

"Let Brigadier General Sergey send another omnic army over to give these workers better treatment. I want their work efficiency to at least double!"

"But!"

This order made Ms. Vera's eyes widen, and she retorted subconsciously:

"Let them extend their working hours again, it may cause dissatisfaction among these newly converted natives, and even cause the same riots as before..."

"So am I mistaken about our purpose?"

Brucey stared at Vera with sharp eyes: "We didn't come here for the fragments, but to improve their lives, right?"

Ms. Vera immediately understood that she had made a mistake, but Brussie didn't need her answer. She turned her gaze back to the excavation site in front of her and said softly:

"Under the rule of Apocalypse, they could unearth 30-40 crystals a week. At that time, they had no rest, no safety, no pay, and they would die at any time..."

"Here we come, we drive them away from the invaders, give them their land back, give them rest, security, and even pay them... Yet, the shards I get every week are the same as before As much... Don't you think that's unreasonable? My Vera... If they don't know how to be grateful, I think I need to make them feel like slaves again."

"I see! Ma'am!"

Miss Vera lowered her head and said in a deep voice, "I will let Elt understand what we mean as quickly as possible!"

"very good..."

Brucie snorted, she raised her head and looked at the somewhat dim sky, she asked softly, "Have you found the tomb of the King of Conquerors?"

"Ivan and Bruno searched among the stars with the elder's soul, and they have already determined the location of that different space!"

Vera replied: "We guessed wrong, that mausoleum is not on the wasteland, it should be the companion plane of this planet, it is very unstable, and it needs to cooperate with the corresponding astrology to open it at a certain point of time, but according to Judging from the current situation, we may only need to wait a month, and under the right astrology, we can easily open it!"

"One month..."

Brucey's expression hesitated: "The beasts of Apocalypse are planning a war. We...maybe we don't have that much time. Can we forcefully break through that plane?"

"In theory, it is possible, but the risk is a bit high. Forcibly exploring the last legacy of an advanced star civilization may cost some casualties."

"Fill it with omnics and demons! Anyway, they won't really die. Don't care about the amount of resources invested. It's nothing compared to the threats we face. I only have one request: to end the waste as quickly as possible. Dirty things!"

With a wave of Brucey's hand, the impatience in her eyes throbbed even more violently:

"I'm already starting to hate this world!"

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Alter rubbed his forehead wearily, and closed the reading projection in his hand. The process of absorbing knowledge is definitely enjoyable for a scholar, but prolonged immersion will make the spirit exhausted.

Although he has become the leader of the Moubis wasteland civilization and the great hero who rescued the remaining clansmen from the brutal rule of Apocalypse, Elt himself is still a mortal, somewhat impulsive and somewhat dazed. The young man, facing the delicate situation now, frankly speaking, he also has some ups and downs in his heart.

He stood up, walked out of his comfortable lounge, and walked to the porthole of the starship that was slowly leaving the orbit of the Moubis wasteland. He looked at the huge dark red planet, which was his The place where he was born was his home.

"Mr. Alter, do you like the new book?"

A voice sounded behind him, Elt turned his head and saw Brigadier General Sergey walking over with a smile, he hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Thank you for your help, Mr. Brigadier General, my civilization has withered, and the ancestors' Great knowledge is scattered through time, and frankly no such system exists even in the Tower of Scholars."

Alt smiled at Sergey:

"The process of learning makes me very happy..."

"So, I can tell at a glance that you are a real student..."

With a smile, Sergey reached out and handed a cigar to Alter. The two stood by the porthole. Mr. Brigadier General had a special look in the deepest part of his eyes. He whispered:

"Actually, the galactic civilization circle welcomes outstanding young people like you to study there. We welcome friends, and we will try our best to meet the needs of friends. As long as you are willing, after returning to the business station, you can immediately get the opportunity to study there. A ticket to the Milky Way..."

This made Erte a little moved, but he thought for a few seconds, shook his head, and said with some regret:

"Personally, I am willing to go to a civilized place to study, but my people still need me. With your help, our civilization has just begun a difficult recovery. At this moment, I can't leave them, just like It's what my father used to do, I want to protect my people!"

This answer made Sergey's eyes narrow, and after a while, he let out a hearty laugh, and he patted Elt's shoulder:

"Okay, Mr. Alt, let me tell the truth, I hope you can bring your people into the galactic civilization circle... Your people have a natural sensitivity to the phoenix fragments, which is a big deal for us. This is a very important ability, I can guarantee that after you agree, your people will be better settled, you will have a brand new planet, fully belong to your revived civilization, and we will provide everything you need! "

"But, but we were born in Moubis!"

Airt said softly: "We are still the mother star of the Moubis civilization, the birthplace of this civilization of stars, and we belong here!"

"What does that matter?"

Sergey flicked the cigar in his hand slowly, and said in a gentle voice:

"Did the Moubis civilization circle treat you well? When you were enslaved, I didn't see your fellow civilizations lending a helping hand. In the interstellar era... Alter, you have to understand that in the vast interstellar In the era, small civilizations serve the big civilizations, and the big civilizations protect the small civilizations, this is the universal law of all stars."

"I also believe that those of you who have experienced the tyranny of the apocalypse can easily tell who is a friend and who is an enemy..."

The brigadier general looked at Alter's changed expression, he added another fire, and he lowered his voice:

"Actually, the Galactic Civilization Circle is planning a conquest of the Moubis Civilization Circle. As you know, there are many things we need in this star field. It is impossible for the Overlord to give up here, and the Galactic Civilization will not give up either. Join us at this time, your people will not be caught in the flames of war, which is a good thing! Elt, don't you want to restore the glory of the mother planet of Moubis?!"

"A large galaxy will always have a governor. I think... there is no one in this starry sky who is more suitable than you to control the land left by your ancestors. You are the real legal heir. The stars flow in your veins The most noble blood, and those worlds pretending to be civilized, they, huh, they are just a bunch of clowns!"

Sergey had said everything to this extent, and Elt's throat couldn't help but move up and down. Facing this kind of temptation, no reasonable person could refuse.

"I..."

"boom"

Before Alt could say a word, a loud noise pierced through the stars outside the cabin. Under the violent vibration of the starship, Sergei turned his head subconsciously, and saw the Moubis waste that had become very small in the distance. The soil was completely shrouded in a dazzling red light, like an invisible big hand slowly closing, sending this dying planet into hell.

"No!!!"

Alt lay down on the porthole in front of him in a moth-flaming attitude, his eyes widened to the extreme, and in his unbelievable gaze, his home planet imploded, like It was the most terrifying giant bomb that was placed in the center of the planet, crushing his world piece by piece in the beating of the crimson light.

Those surging in all directions, the shattered land is rolling in the magma, like the last cry of this world.

The crimson halo is more like a beating sun, and where its light radiates, everything is wiped out.

This most terrifying manifestation of destruction made the well-informed Sergey stunned. The cigar between his fingers fell to the ground, and a few sparks bounced off.

After the Moubis wasteland completely turned into a gravel belt among the stars, the crimson halo suddenly shrank. In the light, a tall figure sat on the throne, and he looked indifferently. The world destroyed by his own hands, he snorted, his tyrannical voice echoed back and forth among the dark stars, like thunder, rang in Sergey's ears:

"This is the price of disobedience to the God of Darkness..."

"The destruction of this sad world is just the beginning! You have earned your destruction, and soon...I will find you and strangle you one by one!"

"The great Apocalypse will not fail! The great God of Darkness will not fail!"

"All of this! It will all belong to me! It will all belong to... the invincible, Darkseid!!!"