Mister Blue, hiding in the distance, was enduring the powerful force of the Hulk Serum with his enormous head, while greedily watching everything in the distance.
He had been kicked away by Abomination, and a drop of Hulk Serum had landed on his head, causing a tremendous transformation in the level of his brain. But the higher his intelligence, the more reluctant he was to leave.
Mister Blue couldn't bear to part with these strange creatures.
With his intelligence, he had calculated all the information he had gathered since he first saw Duval and the Xenomorphs billions of times—and there was no doubt that he possessed this level of memory and computing power, far surpassing general strong artificial intelligence.
Mister Blue noticed the ultimate beauty of the Xenomorph as a weapon; every curve of its body was born for better combat.
He also realized the differences between Xenomorph types, and vaguely made some calculations, making him even more reluctant to leave.
Until, relying on his soaring eyesight, he saw the scene of Abomination being chest-burst, and he trembled all over.
Not only with fear, but also with excitement.
"There are such monsters in this world. I understand why that man took action with that egg, and why the spider that crawled out of the egg died inexplicably after landing on Blonsky's face..."
"Everything is for parasitism, everything is to obtain Blonsky's power!!"
If it were just that, Mister Blue would be surprised, but not to the point of risking his life to stay here, until he personally saw Abomination's skull, which could withstand missiles, being easily pierced by the tongue-like Inner Jaw of the newborn Xenomorph.
Combining the previous deductions, Mister Blue confirmed a guess.
"These things can parasitize different hosts and gain the host's power, no, is it genes? But the gene fragments in a living being are extremely complex. How can this creature quickly screen out useful genes? And what is the standard for judging what is useful and what is not?"
Is it just extracting genes that are beneficial for combat? Or is it even more exaggerated... seizing all the excellent genes in one go, abandoning all inferior genes, and then chest-bursting with potential far stronger than the host?
Mister Blue couldn't be sure; this guess was too crazy. If it were true, then without a doubt, this unknown creature was a perfect creation.
He couldn't imagine how that man of unknown origin had obtained these creatures, and how he could control them. "A mind link like Professor X? Or do these creatures have imprinting behavior like birds, and see the first person they see as their mother?" Mister Blue's heart was pounding.
As a researcher, he certainly had his own ambitions, but at least one thing was an absolute instinct—the pursuit of ultimate beauty in his specialized field.
In Mister Blue's eyes, Abomination and Hulk were, without exception, eliminated products of the creator, completely unworthy of mention compared to the Xenomorph.
The more powerful, excellent, and infinitely potential a life form is, the more likely it is that the Xenomorph that chest-bursts from it will surpass it in a more powerful and perfect form. How can this be compared? A person's potential, in fact, most people can't perfectly realize it, because time and energy are limited, and it's impossible to learn all the skills that should be learned and mastered.
But the Xenomorph is different. It is born by seizing all the excellent genes of the host, its potential value is maxed out, and after developing for a period of time, it evolves into a mature body, which can complete the surpassing of the host.
Too terrifying, too suffocating, too... beautiful! "Mine, this is mine!! This perfect creature should belong to me—Samuel Sterns, the greatest biologist of all mankind!" Mister Blue's big head finally stopped expanding; his intelligence had expanded about five hundred times in a very short period of time.
But intelligence is intelligence. When he really faced this unheard-of monster, his hysterical greed and desire almost drove him crazy.
"And that black-haired man, he can withstand the attacks of the dying Blonsky, his body is also abnormal! Maybe there is some kind of connection between this and these life forms? Maybe this is why he can control these beautiful creatures?"
Even with Mister Blue's superior intelligence, the lack of information and the unknown field made his brain a little stuck. This logical dead end almost suffocated him.
Mister Blue suddenly saw Duval turn his head and look in his direction.
Their eyes met.
"He found me!" The thought popped into Mister Blue's head.
"It seems that the big-headed doll survived. I just don't know who is smarter, him or the other Samuel Sterns."
Duval glanced over, communicating mentally with the Abomination Xenomorph while also paying attention to the changes in Mister Blue.
The comic version of Mister Blue, Samuel Sterns, is known as one of the eight smartest people on Earth, and he gained his powerful intelligence by accidentally being exposed to Gamma Rays.
But now, the Mister Blue in front of Duval had his intelligence enhanced by having Hulk Serum dripped on his brain.
Duval could now be sure of one thing: the universe he was in was not a pure movie version.
Considering the vastness of Marvel's infinite multiverse, blindly positioning the entire universe before exploring it too much could easily screw him over at critical moments.
Maintaining a cautious attitude towards everything was the most prudent way to understand things.
Moreover, even if it was a movie version, it wasn't safe. Those multiverse-level gods outside the universe were high above, causing trouble throughout the multiverse, lending money and planting mines. Who knew what kind of corner would jump out with something tainted with multiverse-level power.
Not to mention, the ultra-large cosmic conceptual entities outside the multiverse were even more dangerous.
By the time it evolved to the seventh multiverse, all kinds of true big shots had taken turns to upgrade the entire Marvel level to omnipotent concepts.
Casually sending a Courier Xenomorph to secretly monitor Mister Blue, Duval raised his head and looked into the distance.
The commotion here had already been transmitted, and he had anticipated that someone would arrive soon.
However, he didn't expect that the one who came wasn't Blade, Iron Man, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, or other heroes and criminals, but rather a... well, Superman? Dressed in a blue and gold tight-fitting battle suit, his body levitated in the air without the aid of any physical medium, his face was stern, and in his eyes, a golden light flashed, faintly brewing extremely powerful energy, obviously ready to launch at any time.
It could be said that, except for the lack of a cape and underpants, this guy really looked like the Superman from next door in every aspect.
With just one glance, Duval remained calm on the surface, but felt extremely strange in his heart. He didn't expect that the first one to arrive would actually be this guy.
One of the 11 Eternals who had been squatting on Earth for thousands of years, shouldering the important task of catalyzing the Celestials, indirectly destroying the Earth, and exterminating humanity... Ikaris!
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