Transformers In Marvel

Superboy is very popular.

Although he has a bad temper, he explodes when he ignites, not once or twice, but he swears that this time he will really go crazy with anger.

Superboy-Prime angrily drops the latest issue of the comic.

"The darkest night! My lord, you idiots must be crazy!! You even drew me into it!!!"

The Supreme Superboy was furious, roared, smashed through the roof of the building and flew directly into the sky, instantly broke through the atmosphere and flew into the starry sky of the universe, jumping to an unknown dimension.

Many people on earth are pointing and exclaiming "super power" from time to time. Not surprisingly, the government department immediately came out to refute the rumors, claiming that they were experimenting with holographic projection technology, concealing the existence of the humanoid self-propelled antimatter bomb called Superman Supreme. Reality.

With a bang, the fourth wall was breached, and Superboy-Prime was furious, wishing he could wipe out this group of nonsense scum with a hot line of sight.

With a loud bang, the door of the editorial department was kicked open again.

"What the hell are you trying to do!!! Do you want to die! It's fine to draw the Blackest Night, but you still put me in danger?!"

Superboy Prime scolded.

In the latest issue of comics, he saw that his life was in danger, but when he hurriedly flipped through the comics, this issue of comics was over.

"Your Excellency Little Superman, please calm down first, we are just faithfully feeding back what happened in the multiverse to the comics..."

"Fart! Also, don't call me Superman!"

Superboy Supreme cursed.

The editor had a dark face and frowned, trying to appease the angry little Superman: "Our ability to control characters is not omnipotent, and you are now in the original universe, which is the safest place in the entire multiverse. No matter how strong you are, it is impossible to notice... I am..."

The entire editorial department suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked behind the Supreme Superboy in unison, their eyes glazed over, revealing shock and unbelievable horror.

"What are you looking at?"

The sense of crisis in the Supreme Superboy's heart immediately issued a warning, the hairs all over his body stood up, and the cold touch behind him made the Supreme Superboy's face change wildly!

Turning around suddenly, a figure was standing quietly behind him, without making a sound, and he didn't even know when it appeared.

"you……"

Superman had a cold face, and his sixth sense warned him frantically.

The entire editorial department suddenly became silent, and all the editors stared blankly at the zombie.

"vomit!"

The zombie smiled strangely at them, the corners of its mouth widened, and then decisively spat out a mouthful of black blood.

In the black blood, after a moment of silence, a large number of bumps appeared immediately, and each black lamp ring was forming rapidly.

boom!

Little Superman's face was ashen, and he shot a hot line of sight on the spot, blasting the zombies in front of him into scum. Of course, it was useless, and the black lamp zombies immediately returned to their original state.

A large number of black lantern rings took shape, and then rushed towards the members of the editorial department crazily!

The editorial office is in chaos!

The papers were flying, and the group of war scum editors roared and picked up the tables and stools in horror, either with frightened faces, or vicious and determined faces.

"Damn it! What went wrong!!"

"The editorial department is protected by the fourth wall. Even the group of unique gods will be affected by the fourth wall! If the only gods do not understand the fourth wall, their will will be affected by the fourth wall." The shielding of the wall and the invisible subtle distortion make the editorial department more hidden, but...how could it be discovered by the black light?!"

"The editorial department is directly connected to the original universe!"

"Then there's no reason for the original universe to be found by the black lantern ring so quickly!! Even the only god can't find the original universe!"

"Siyuan Universe and the fourth wall, such a luxurious double insurance, how did it become so fragile!"

"You may have forgotten that the fourth wall was just broken by someone..."

Someone said something weakly.

Superboy Prime turned black.

Co-author This is your own pot?

"besides,

The Supreme Superman can return to the original universe, it seems that he was thrown back by someone... He has been wandering in the multiverse for so long, as long as the Black Death Emperor is not stupid, he must know him..."

The editors in front were fighting bloody battles with a bunch of rings, and some people turned into zombies from time to time, while the editors in the back stabbed at Superman like sharp swords, full of resentment.

In short, although the editorial department will not be wiped out this time, it will definitely be severely damaged.

"Let's release the hatchlings."

An editor looks up at the sky.

"Are you sure we can control that horrible thing?"

An editor turned over a former colleague who was nagging in front of him, and smashed the dead man who had turned into a zombie with all his might.

"Even if we become zombies, we still have a chance to be resurrected. At worst, we can draw a comic on the spot, dig some holes, and let Bai Dengjie or the editor-in-chief revive us... But if we let go of the young body now... that might really be a problem. It's over, it's still a high probability..."

The editorial department quickly fell, even though the Supreme Superboy is super powerful, but there is no way to completely destroy the zombies, and he can only watch the enemies resurrect.

Thanks to the Supreme Superboy who attracted the siege of most of the zombies, the editorial department was able to survive for a while longer.

Finally, a shivering editor hiding under the table couldn't bear it any longer. He hurried out and rushed towards a certain place in the editorial department with red eyes, groping for something.

"I can't take it anymore! I would rather be killed by a young creature than become a disgusting zombie!"

The man cried and cursed, "Supreme Superboy, your mother Hippie, I greet your whole family! It's all your fault!"

Boom!

An explosion comparable to a small nuclear explosion occurred, and the red light swept across. The Supreme Superman was extremely angry and used his heat vision to create a strong explosion. He was able to breathe and turned around with a bad expression.

"No one with the surname Kent is a good thing! I won't let you go even if I die, and I will die together! Little Superman, you are blown up! Your whole family is blown up!"

This person kept groping for something in the air, and no one stopped him, but no one had hope on their faces, on the contrary, everyone had despair on their faces.

Finally, the man seemed to have pulled something, and pulled it out fiercely, and something was pulled out somewhere.

The invisible and obscure fluctuations spread, as if something is probing, or a rigid program is instinctively scanning the situation.

All the black lamp zombies suddenly stopped all their actions, turned their heads to look at the editor in unison, and fixed their empty eyes on the "air" on the editor's hands.

call!

Quietly, these black lamp zombies were silent for a while, as if they had received a signal, they began to evacuate the editorial office one by one silently, not even caring about the hearts of their favorite living people.

Little Superman exploded in anger, roared and chased after him, massacring the zombies, the group of people fought farther and farther away, and their voices gradually died down.

After a long time, the sweaty editor sat down on the ground, wiped the tears from his face, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"I survived, I survived..." the man murmured in a low voice, looked at his hands, looked at his surroundings with a look of gratitude and vigilance, and couldn't help sighing, "It's still too late, if it's a few days later In seconds, this guy will come out, and everyone will be finished."

"Put him back quickly, this thing is more dangerous than a bomb."

Someone ordered, and immediately whispered, as if afraid of waking up something, "By the way, this young body...does it have a name?"

"Yes, I've already thought about it."

The editor fumbled for the air again, let out a long breath, and said in a low voice, "The Primal Transcendence... The name of this young body is, Primordial Transcendence."