Chapter 47: Heh! We Have Successfully Cracked the Secrets of the Xenomorph!
Listening to Thor's words, Duval's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end.
Surprise? Dissatisfaction? None of that. He simply sat there calmly, watching Thor quietly.
"Borrowing troops... honestly, it's a crazy idea. Once I agree, it means getting involved in a world-class war," Duval said slowly.
Take Asgard as an example. The main population of the entire Asgard continent isn't large, at most less than a hundred thousand people. The rest of the population is scattered across the various planets of the Nine Realms, stationed there.
This population also includes civilians, meaning that the number of professional warriors who can be pulled onto the battlefield is actually even smaller.
Other worlds, such as Jotunheim ruled by the Frost Giants led by Laufey, and Muspelheim ruled by the Fire Giants led by Surtur and Queen Sindr, probably don't have large total populations either.
But the problem is that the top figures in these worlds are all Skyfather-level.
Once a war starts, they blow up planets at every turn.
Odin, wielding Gungnir and wearing the Destroyer Armor, even dares to fight the Celestials head-on, making him extremely fierce.
"Mjolnir has chosen you. You are now the new Thunder God. You should take on the responsibility of the Thunder God!"
The more Thor spoke, the more agitated he became. This was like making him admit his failure. Every time he saw Duval casually playing with Mjolnir, he became so jealous that he felt like his cells were separating.
Duval remained unmoved. Want to use the responsibility of Asgard to bind him, someone who is still considered an Earthling? Don't be ridiculous.
"With great power comes great responsibility?"
"That's right, that's what I mean!"
"Then, Thor, how many troops do you want to borrow?" Duval looked at him seriously.
Thor first breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had persuaded Duval with his powerful rhetoric. At the same time, he looked at the Xenomorphs around him and fell into deep thought.
Borrowing troops... how many to borrow? Thor could also guess that Duval couldn't possibly display all the Xenomorphs in this dilapidated building. But if he borrowed too many, Duval might not be able to provide them. Even if he could, he might not be willing to give them.
That's right, "give." Thor was very clear that, verbally, it was borrowing, but in reality, taking a troop to participate in a war between gods would inevitably suffer extremely high casualties.
If they all died, there would be no way to return them.
"The way you look now reminds me of when I was a kid eating cream cake, repeatedly thinking about the ratio of cream to cake, trying to find a combination that would satisfy both my obsessive-compulsive tendencies and provide a good taste," Duval said, looking at Thor, who was rarely hesitant. "It seems that since you came to Earth, your personality has changed a bit. At least you're trying to think."
"If you became a mortal like me, without any power, and even these subordinates of yours abandoned you, you would become like me," Thor said very seriously.
If he hadn't lost his power and suffered a series of blows, he wouldn't have grown so quickly, let alone used his brain.
Thor held out a hand, showing The Five Fingers.
"Five thousand? You want to borrow five thousand troops from me? Okay, that's not a small number. Give me some time." Duval nodded slightly.
Thor opened his mouth, he wanted to ask for fifty...
From Thor's perspective, with his thousands of years of experience in battle, Xenomorphs have many advantages. For example, they are born with exoskeleton armor, have considerable defensive power, and can largely resist Earth human firearms. This means that ordinary Xenomorphs, in terms of defense, are no less than excellent Asgardian warriors—except they don't have high-tech equipment.
In terms of attack power, the Inner Jaw, tail, and highly corrosive blood are all extremely terrifying weapons.
Most importantly, Thor believes that Xenomorphs are born warriors, with cold-blooded thinking, perfect coordination, and a fighting will that never retreats. These are extremely valuable qualities.
Fifty Xenomorphs certainly couldn't help him counterattack Jotunheim. Thor wasn't crazy. He just wanted to take these Xenomorphs away from Earth to help Loki as much as possible. Maybe they could serve as a surprise force to raid key figures among the Frost Giants.
The number fifty was something Thor had carefully considered. He felt that there should be that many in the Xenomorph group that followed Duval. Even if there weren't, there should be thirty or forty.
Now, Duval directly replied with five thousand???
Five thousand, what kind of concept is that! "Thank you for your generosity, this is simply... I don't know what the social structure of this group is. At least there's no record of it in the Asgardian library. If there were a record, I couldn't possibly have no impression at all. But what I need are true elites. Don't give me the Xenomorph commoners from the bottom of society. That's sending them to their deaths," Thor hesitated and couldn't help but say.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
The main component of the Xenomorphs that Duval would send out would be Blood Xenomorphs. Considering the physical fitness of the Vampire hosts, and the higher level of combat power of the Xenomorphs Chestbursted from them, they had barely crossed the threshold of extraordinary life.
At the very least, Blood Xenomorphs could ignore most human firearms. Even if they were injured, the Xenomorphs' own exaggerated self-healing ability, combined with the Vampire's inherent powerful self-healing ability, could ensure that the Xenomorphs quickly repaired their injuries.
If he sent out Courier Xenomorphs, which were all born from parasitizing ordinary animals, they would be injured by slightly stronger firearms. Sending these Xenomorphs to the battlefield of Asgard would not have any effect on reversing the situation.
It would definitely be useful. Even the lowest-level Xenomorphs have blood that can corrode the alloy of a spaceship. Presumably, breaking through the skin of ordinary Frost Giants and corroding their internal organs wouldn't be a problem.
But it was naturally better to send out higher-level Xenomorphs. If they encountered enemies, they could also swarm them and expand the results of the battle.
Duval said confidently, "Xenomorphs certainly have their shortcomings, but one thing you can be sure of: even if they fight to the death, they will do everything to tear apart their bodies and let the warrior's blood pour onto the enemy's head."
A one-for-one exchange to the limit, I might certainly lose, but as my enemy, even if you don't die, you must be crippled to a certain extent. This is the Xenomorph's forte in combat, and the result of a desperate attack when all other options are exhausted.
Thor looked at Duval with a shocked expression.
"I hope you're not joking."
"You've only been on Earth for how long, and you've already learned human humor?"
The two looked at each other.
"Five thousand, five thousand... if there really are that many..." Thor muttered, getting excited. His expectations weren't high to begin with, but now he's received a hundredfold promise, which is simply a huge surprise!
Five thousand Xenomorphs who barely crossed the threshold of the extraordinary and possess the ability to exchange one life for another are definitely a huge army with immense help.
"As far as I know, the Frost Giant race likes melee combat, right? Relying on their powerful bodies and sharp frost magic to kill enemies. Coincidentally, I also like this combat mode," Duval said with a smile.
What are Xenomorphs most afraid of after they reach a certain scale? The answer is, they are afraid of long-range bombardment with high-tech weapons or powerful magic.
But when it comes to close combat, melee, and the like, Duval is not worried. In a sense, the wars of the gods are certainly dangerous, but they are also the most suitable battlefield for the Xenomorphs.
At least, before Duval develops the God Xenomorph and Magic Xenomorph, this kind of Xenomorph system that can control special energy is the most suitable.
"My brother, we must have a good drink! When we get to Asgard, I will offer you the best wine! Introduce you to the most beautiful women!" Thor was extremely excited, his body trembling slightly. He grabbed Duval's hands and held them tightly, refusing to let go.
Duval remained calm, slowly prying open the rough man's sweaty palms. He looked around, called Elektra over, and vigorously wiped his hands on her newly grown, fair thighs, angering Elektra, who stared at her boss in disbelief.
"Can you really produce five thousand troops?" Elektra wanted to lash out, but the Xenomorph larva in her chest strongly suppressed her behavior. She could only turn to ask.
Elektra was also taken aback when she heard the number.
Whether it was an illusion or not, she thought that Duval deliberately raised the number to the "thousand" unit, "Not yet, but soon. Expanding the army is not just me working hard, there are many guys who are contributing."
Duval finally stood up, glanced at the ecstasy on Thor's face and the fear of it being fake, his gaze already passing through the collapsed door, looking into the distance.
He felt like a merchant desperately selling arms, trying his best to introduce the value of the Xenomorph weapon to his customers, hoping that they would bring them along when fighting.
Thor had no choice but to be willing to bring the Xenomorphs to the battlefield.
Otherwise, who else could Thor turn to? The Inhumans? Black Bolt would be crazy to drag the sparsely populated Inhumans into the war, or Kamar-Taj? Atlantis? "Be patient, Thor, soon. I need some time to expand my armaments. War is never a simple matter."
If it were handed over to Thor to command, this guy would probably only issue one order: "Charge with me."
"Aren't you participating in the war?" Thor looked at him in surprise, as if it were a very strange behavior for a leader being served to not personally go to the battlefield.
"Not participating in the war. This level of warfare doesn't require me to take action." Duval said calmly. In fact, even if he doesn't participate in the war, he can remotely control all the Xenomorphs.
More importantly, he doesn't want to be beaten to death on the battlefield by some emerging Skyfather-level or Father-level powerhouse. Staying on Earth to remotely control them, even if Jotunheim really gets anxious, they wouldn't dare to come to Earth for revenge.
"So, now, it's time to let that guy show his value... Mister Blue."
Duval left Thor behind, taking the Abomination Xenomorph and several Deviant Xenomorphs, and under the power of the newly Chestbursted Speedster Xenomorph, turned into a blur that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, and quickly disappeared from the spot.
Mister Blue hid in the sewers, painstakingly studying the mysteries of the Xenomorphs.
Around him, there were dozens of pale green creatures sleeping in formalin.
These were all products he developed using Hulk's blood, imitating the Abomination, and could be controlled by him.
But this was not what Mister Blue wanted. He wanted to replicate the Xenomorphs, to drive that group of charming creatures.
The soaring five hundred times intelligence made him never stop thinking, deduction and calculation as simple as eating and drinking.
"That guy came back from New Mexico and hasn't moved since... He accurately locked onto Thor's landing point, and then successfully returned in Thor's identity. Did he parasitize Thor?" Mister Blue was very excited.
"A major accident must have happened in Asgard, causing Thor to fall to Earth. What could it be, an invasion by an enemy? A civil war?" Mister Blue couldn't figure it out, but he vaguely realized that after Duval came into contact with Thor, he would definitely take further action.
Just then, with a loud bang, the ground above his head shattered, and Duval descended from the sky, appearing in front of Mister Blue.
"It seems you've been working hard these days." Duval glanced at these pale green monsters.
"Of course, I know that someone like you won't let me go, and will definitely send Xenomorphs to secretly monitor me, so I've been waiting for you. You need these things I've developed, right?" Mister Blue didn't show any surprise on his face, just lowered his head slightly and let out a mad laugh.
Duval frowned slightly. It seemed that Mister Blue in this universe, whose brain was modified by Hulk's blood, was a bit neurotic, but it was good as long as he could be used.
"From now on, you must do your best to create these monsters. Including you, all will belong to me."
"Is a war about to break out? Are you going to start a war with S.H.I.E.L.D. or other organizations? Is it to fight for the ownership of Thor, or..."
Duval didn't waste any words, went up and fed him a Facehugger, watching the guy turn pale and faint. After a while, he quickly woke up with the Hulk Serum in his body.
"Something is gestating in my chest. Sure enough, this creature can fuse with the host's genetic material. I guess you won't kill me before I lose my value," Mister Blue became more and more excited, carefully feeling the changes in his body.
As early as the day the Abomination Xenomorph was born, he had already collected a little bit of the Xenomorph's remaining genetic material in the laboratory, but he had not been able to replicate a real Xenomorph. He had been waiting for Duval's arrival.
You have to understand it first, then decipher it, then perfectly control it, and finally surpass Duval, and in turn enslave Duval and the Xenomorphs. This is the plan Mister Blue has made for himself! Duval can roughly guess what this ambitious mad scientist is thinking, but now is not the time to dwell on it.
A mere Mister Blue is not enough to provide him with a large number of troops.
In the following time, in addition to sending more Xenomorphs to attack on a large scale and frantically capture Vampires, he relied on Mister Blue's genetic experiments and the stolen Xenomorph egg.
Above the continent.
Inside the Sky Carrier's biological laboratory.
"Success! Xenomorphs really communicate through pheromones. So far, they have not shown any fluctuations in mental connection, and we have developed a Pheromone Potion through its secretions, which can control it!"
"Have you noticed? This Xenomorph is evolving rapidly. If I'm not mistaken, it is evolving towards a mother with reproductive capabilities! Parthenogenesis, this is the Xenomorph's method of reproduction, it's incredible!"
A group of scientists gathered together, intensely discussing the Xenomorph imprisoned in a cage made of Adamantium.
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