Chapter 70 Xenomorph Astral Projection! Reynolds felt a chill in his heart, as if he had heard an extremely terrifying declaration of death.
He looked at Duval with horror on his face: "Your words remind me of countless vampires being Chestbursted by Xenomorphs."
"Don't worry, you are the one I have taken a fancy to. I won't let you end up like a vampire. You are completely different from them."
Of course, Duval knew what Reynolds was thinking, and just sent out a soothing mental wave.
He would not choose to Chestburst Reynolds; doing so would be meaningless.
If he were really indiscriminate and killed the current Reynolds, then transformed him into a complete Xenomorph, it would be hard to say how much strength and potential this Xenomorph would have.
At least it would be difficult to deal with Dormammu right now.
The Ancient One also cast a concerned gaze, she was full of interest in the powerful weapon Duval mentioned.
"His power comes from a pocket universe, so how are you going to amplify his carrying capacity?"
"There are methods, but the success rate is a problem, I can only try."
Duval was also observing Reynolds' entire state, hesitating in his heart. To be honest, if he had a choice, he really wouldn't want to take this step.
The path of the Trinity Sentinel.
The strongest form of the Sentinel—taking the Sentinel of the 616 universe as an example—is the human body Bob, the heroic personality Reynolds, and the dark personality Void, all three integrated into one, transforming into the Red Sentinel, superimposing the Million Suns Power positively and negatively.
Such a Sentinel, in all the single universe levels of the entire multiverse, has considerable hard power.
But looking at the Sentinel in this universe, which should have died prematurely but was born because of Duval's discovery, there is currently only Reynolds' personality. If Duval wants to stimulate the Sentinel's maximum potential, it is best to find two more personalities.
But who should he look for? After finding them, what is the success rate of fusion? "The Bob personality was born because Doctor Strange, the Reaper of the 616 universe, helped, plus Reynolds himself wanted to bind his out-of-control Void personality, so he was born, living a normal life as Bob, with Reynolds' body."
"The Void personality is either a power entity existing as a pocket universe, or a split personality that Reynolds produced in madness."
Duval had always had a plan in his mind, and now it was time to take it out.
Duval does not have the Bob and Void personalities, but he can find a way to create two new personalities.
"Reynolds, you don't even know how much potential is hidden in your body, my task is to activate your potential."
Duval felt the mental fluctuations emanating from the Xenomorph larva in Reynolds' chest.
"That is, to superimpose my, the Xenomorph larva's, and Reynolds' personalities to enhance the genetic and mental limits of this body... The Reynolds of this universe was born abnormally due to my intervention and has no dark personality, so I will manually create it."
Duval had never tried it before, only deduced it theoretically. Now, facing the threat of Dormammu, he had to take a risk.
Moreover, this adventure is not Duval conducting remote control, but participating in it himself. Without a reliable main consciousness to take the lead, relying on the cowardly Reynolds to muster the courage to fight Dormammu, Duval really felt it was a bit mysterious.
What really made Duval value it was that if this attempt could succeed, it would mean a more far-reaching significance.
"Although I don't know what you plan to do, I am mentally prepared." Reynolds was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "I'm just not smart, but I'm not a fool. If you are determined to do something, I will choose to follow to the end, because I don't think I am smarter than you. I was able to obtain this power because you used unknown means."
"I am honored to hear you say that, Reynolds. I can promise you one thing, I will never let my subordinates die for no reason."
Duval officially launched the operation.
It is worth mentioning that even now, Duval has not personally taken action, and is still controlling Druig and the Ancient One to talk.
Now, Duval doesn't plan to send his real body to the front line, so he doesn't have to worry too much about some things.
In an instant, at the moment when the terrifying black mist almost covered the earth, Reynolds burst out with incomparably bright golden light.
The most striking thing is that at this time, a strong and distinct mental wave also appeared synchronously in his chest.
It was as if something was about to break out of its cocoon, but in the end it didn't, it just maintained mental synchronization with the Sentinel, and was even additionally carrying the Sentinel's power, and trying to superimpose on this basis.
Absolute coldness, absolute rationality, absolute execution, the Xenomorph began to obtain more power from the pocket universe in Reynolds' identity.
A steady stream of stellar power came crashing down, accurately falling on the Sentinel.
At this time, the Sentinel is essentially the gate and coordinate of the pocket universe in this universe. Wherever he goes, is the entrance to the pocket universe.
This is just the beginning.
The Ancient One, who had been observing, had a subtle change in her eyes. She suddenly realized that a third mental activity had emerged from Reynolds.
At this point, the Ancient One realized what Duval wanted to do.
But Duval's behavior of transferring consciousness made the Ancient One suddenly think of a forbidden spell.
"Astral Projection from the Darkhold?!"
The Ancient One said in surprise, looking at Reynolds in front of her, who was constantly emitting terrifying golden light that shot straight into the sky.
"No, not Astral Projection. I've never even seen the Darkhold, but I think the principle should be similar."
Duval's voice sounded, and this time, it was Reynolds' body speaking.
Reynolds' body trembled violently. He slowly raised his head, still with Reynolds' face, but from his eyes to his expression, it was clear that what one saw was Duval.
Not Duval controlling Reynolds through a Xenomorph, but Duval himself.
Using the Xenomorph Chestburster as a channel medium and space-time coordinates, Duval forcibly implanted his consciousness into Reynolds' body.
"A long time ago, I confirmed something: I can have a real-time mental link with every Xenomorph, and I can perceive the words and actions of every host through the Xenomorph Chestburster. This leads to a very interesting question: my mind is controlling the host through the Xenomorph, so what would happen if I tried to use the Xenomorph Chestburster as a channel and anchor point to directly invade the host's mind?"
The Xenomorphs are all Duval's, and the Xenomorph Chestburster has the host's genes and controls the host's mind, so theoretically it is also Duval's.
At this time, "Reynolds" slowly raised his head. His body simultaneously contained the consciousnesses of Duval, the Xenomorph, and Reynolds, and these three consciousnesses were fused into one at this moment, with Duval's mental body as the absolute dominant force.
Frankly speaking, this process was very painful. After all, they were three completely different consciousnesses, and they had to be forcibly combined into one while maintaining the crossing of space and time. If Duval didn't have super familiarity and control over the consciousnesses of Reynolds and the Xenomorph Chestburster, he would have collapsed the moment the three consciousnesses merged.
It was too difficult. Even now, Duval could feel the terrifying pressure his mind was under at all times, and this pressure was increasing every moment, as if he was really carrying a fully revealed universe, instead of just a part of the pocket universe that Reynolds had been in contact with.
But the results were also enormous.
The three consciousnesses jointly completed a new acceptance of the Million Suns Power. The power mastered by the Sentinel ushered in a surge, and the golden energy brewing in his body instantly doubled, and could also display stronger power as Duval exerted it.
Every cell was now emitting life force with all its might, absorbing as much stellar power as possible.
As Duval straightened his chest, the huge S on his waist twisted, and a strange symbol was engraved with the convergence of many energies, like a Xenomorph curled up with its head and tail connected.
The body he controlled swelled up a circle, becoming stronger, and every fiber and muscle in his body was filled with extraordinary power.
The originally golden body had also changed, with a few hints of silver-gray.
Those familiar with it knew that this was the color of the Xenomorph.
"I have to say, you have surprised me once again. I never thought you would use the Xenomorph to create something similar to Astral Projection."
The Ancient One repeatedly observed the current Duval, with an expression of admiration.
It was amazing. Even if she was the Sorcerer Supreme, far surpassing Duval in absolute power and knowledge reserves, she had never thought that Xenomorphs could be used in this way.
Astral Projection was a forbidden spell recorded in the Darkhold.
Theoretically speaking, as long as a life form is born in the multiverse, there will be other versions of themselves in parallel universes, which are alternate selves.
The self in this universe may be a hero, but the self in another universe may be a criminal.
Using Astral Projection allows one's consciousness and soul to cross the barriers between universes and seize the body of their alternate self in a parallel universe.
In the Ancient One's eyes, although the process of Duval occupying Reynolds' body was obviously rough and unfamiliar, and the length of time he could maintain the occupation was also a big problem, and he would have to disperse this form before long, it was clearly a prototype of Astral Projection.
The most amazing thing was that it was safe and efficient. Don't forget, using Astral Projection, this advanced Black Magic, requires borrowing a huge amount of power from Chthon and paying a huge price, but Duval doesn't need it, as long as the target of the body snatch is a Xenomorph.
Theoretically, as long as there are Xenomorphs, Duval can complete his descent in this way if the conditions are right.
Now it's just on Earth. If there are some Xenomorphs somewhere in the universe, can Duval cross the long distance of countless galaxies to complete his descent?
Furthermore, if one day, Duval uses some means to secretly transport some Xenomorphs to a parallel universe, can he achieve a cross-universe descent like a real Astral Projection? After all, normal people who use Astral Projection still need to spend time and effort to search for and perceive the location of their alternate self in other universes.
But Duval doesn't need to. As long as there are Xenomorphs, he can extend his spirit and will to them.
Yes, it is very, very difficult to achieve the level of cross-universe descent, but any power that is constantly growing will not become strong out of thin air, and requires a lot of time and wisdom to polish.
The Ancient One was very optimistic about Duval and his Xenomorphs, but she always refreshed her understanding time and time again, and constantly raised her evaluation of Duval and the Xenomorphs. She really began to believe that Duval had many contingency plans hidden in his hands, and she also felt that Duval would not use all the crisis plans in one battle.
No one knew how many cards Duval had hidden in his hand, and even less when and at what time these cards would be played.
"Now I understand why you are so confident in yourself. It seems that you have done a lot of preparation for various crises in private. But I am still very curious, if someone kills your main body now, will you live or die?" The Ancient One looked over curiously.
"Good question, because I don't know either. I also don't want to be killed by some inexplicable guy before I go further. This is also the reason why I constantly formulate various crisis plans."
Of course, Duval had also thought about this question in private, but the result of his thinking was that he might die, but it was also possible that a part of his spirit might continue to live on in carefully selected Xenomorphs—as for whether he would be Duval at that time, or a Xenomorph with Duval's memory, it was unknown.
But without being forced to that point, who knows if this idea is true or false? Duval wouldn't kill himself first to verify this guess.
"No one can kill him, absolutely no one." Druig, who originally existed as a tool for communication, said in a deep voice at this time, his face a little crazy.
For Duval's consciousness to descend into Reynolds' body and complete the control, only Druig showed no surprise. It was as if whatever happened, as long as it was about Duval and the Xenomorph, everything was natural, a naturally reasonable rule of the universe.
"Dormammu has arrived," Duval pointed to the sky.
In the sky, a huge rift had already revealed Dormammu's enormous head, with endless flames raging wildly, briefly raising the temperature of the infinite vacuum outside the entire Earth by a large margin.
Compared to the vast Dark Dimension, the Earth seemed so small. This blue planet was enveloped in endless black mist, watched by the demon god in the dark rift, like a candle in the wind, ready to be swallowed at any moment.
But it was this tiny planet that bloomed with a faint light in such terrifying despair.
Over the years, how many planets have been swallowed by the Dark Dimension? The silent stars and withered life planets that can be seen everywhere in the Dark Dimension are proof of this.
"Hmph, this is so interesting. Ancient One stood up to resist me, and now even this little thing has stood up."
Dormammu only glanced and noticed that Duval's state was not right.
He sensed three consciousnesses.
Although this was extremely rare, it was not enough to surprise Dormammu. What really caught Dormammu's attention was the extremely powerful force that Reynolds, or rather Duval, was exuding at this moment.
His vision pierced through the entire universe, and he immediately knew what was going on. He saw the power of the stars constantly pouring in from another universe, now all gathered on Duval.
Dormammu couldn't even stop this energy transfer, because Duval himself was the gateway to that pocket universe.
"I can not only stop you, but also kill you one day," Duval simply said. His voice, accompanied by countless streamers, shot straight into the sky from below, condensing into a long golden corridor.
Ancient One took the lead. She had been dealing with Dormammu for so many years, there was really nothing to say.
She started with a super-enhanced version of Cyttorak's Crimson Chains. This resembled an energy whip, but in reality, its color was darker, brewing with demonic power. The huge shackles stretched out towards Dormammu.
"Ancient One, you damned thing, you only know how to use other people's power to show off. If it weren't for me, could you have lived to this day? You would have been wiped out by time, not even a soul would be left!"
As soon as Dormammu saw Ancient One using powerful magic recklessly, he immediately shouted in impotent rage.
He now subconsciously felt that every magic, every magic energy that Ancient One used, had his selfless contribution in terms of the debt chain.
Without the generous supply of the noble Dark Dimension Lord Dormammu, how could Ancient One support the routine loan and easily use such a powerful offensive in an instant?
"Return everything you stole from me, you despicable thief, you damned thief, are you worthy of being called the Sorcerer Supreme?"
"I want to correct you, this is not stealing, it's borrowing, and there is repayment for borrowing," Ancient One's voice was calm. Every magic particle of hers was now transformed into energy, all bombarding the endless darkness. "I never said I wouldn't repay what I borrowed, I will just keep borrowing forever."
The two Sorcerer Supremes fought fiercely.
Don't underestimate how small Ancient One is. In her left hand, she took out the Book of Vishanti, and in her right hand, she turned around and picked up the Eye of Agamotto. Different colors of light intertwined and reflected each other, shaking the surrounding time and space, the rules of the universe. Even the most basic constants and parameters became numbers that could be modified at will in front of Ancient One.
Ancient One did indeed do so.
In order to deal with the aggressive Dormammu, Ancient One had obviously gone all out. Every magic she used, every time she used an artifact, was essentially at the cost of her own life.
This made Duval quite worried. He didn't know how long Ancient One's debt chain could last, maybe it would collapse in the next second.
After all, this Ancient One in front of him was too strange, the kind who went forward on the road of borrowing and never looked back.
Rumble!
Terrifying dark clouds gathered, all of which were beams of light emitted by the endless magic particles gathered together.
This was the ultimate in Black Magic, the strongest Black Magic used by the peak powerhouses of the Faltine race in the entire single universe.
Not only the Earth, but the entire solar system was shaking. Throughout the Milky Way, if microscopic particles were observed, one could see the Black Magic particle storm that was inadvertently pouring over.
Dormammu's anger needed to be shared by countless planets.
Any slightly older civilization knew that this was the power of the Dark Dimension Lord, and was immediately terrified, fearing that they would be targeted by Dormammu, causing their planet to be swallowed into the Dark Dimension and eventually turned into a dead and withered planet.
Countless powerful beings also cast their attention.
Among them, the World Tree was the most concerned. The Skyfathers of various worlds were already ready to go, ready to attack Dormammu at any time.
The World Tree was the World Tree of the Asgardians, not the domain of those Celestial Gods, Dimensional Demons, and Hell Demons.
But how painful the price to pay to repel Dormammu, and the death of Odin, the strongest Skyfather known as the "Allfather," whether the remaining Skyfathers could resist Dormammu, was unknown.
Other planets and worlds had made the worst plans. Of course, the Earth, as the center of the storm, would not remain indifferent.
Ancient One fought bravely in the front.
S.H.I.E.L.D., which claimed to be responsible for the world and protect the world, of course also took action immediately.
"Avengers, assemble!"
Accompanied by Steve's resonant shout, several newly joined Avengers gathered together. They stood on the Sky Carrier, gazing up at the terrifying confrontation in the distance.
Even from tens of thousands of miles away, they could feel the magic storm that shattered everything.
The battle between humans and a demon god was making the entire Earth teeter.
This was the first gathering of the Avengers, and the first team operation of this nascent alliance, the strongest team in Fury's mind.
"Wait, am I the only one who thinks this is wrong? The first mission we human superheroes are taking on is to deal with a god from another world? Didn't any of you notice anything wrong?"
Tony Stark stomped on the deck of the Sky Carrier, the solid feeling under his feet failing to bring him any comfort. He looked around with a dark face, sizing up the guys in front of him.
Captain America with a serious expression, Hulk who looked irritable and wanted to smash everything, Hawkeye holding a bow and arrow like an elf prince but actually useless, and Black Widow with a pale face, a gaunt figure, and looking like she was recovering from a serious illness.
Tony racked his brains but couldn't figure out what Fury wanted to do by calling these guys over at this juncture. What kind of thought process led him to organize this team called the Avengers, and what did he want them to do at this critical moment? And who exactly were these Avengers supposed to avenge? The demon god in outer space? Tony had every reason to suspect that Fury's brain had been smashed by a Xenomorph, or that he had been quietly parasitized, and Duval wanted to take the opportunity to teach them all a lesson.
Steve's face was also a little unsightly. He knew this was an impossible mission, but his duty to obey orders left him with no choice.
"I don't intend to send you to deal with that otherworldly visitor. That's not an enemy you can handle. Nuclear bombs around the world are already ready to launch at any time. I think creating the best opportunity to launch nuclear bombs and achieve the best killing effect is what we can do," Fury said to the people in front of him.
Sometimes Fury wondered, if he had a super individual in his hands who was capable enough to stand alone, would he still be so worried as he was now? Like Duval, for example?
If he had realized Duval's special nature earlier, when Blade and Duval first came into contact, then killing Duval or recruiting Duval would have been the most correct choice.
Killing Duval in advance would have allowed Fury to take over the Xenomorphs and build a vast army that was stronger and more numerous than the current Avengers.
Recruiting Duval would have been even better. Although Duval probably wouldn't listen to many of his orders, he could at least help him solve some problems, and that would be enough.
But he hadn't done either of those things, and he had even lost S.H.I.E.L.D.'s credibility and Coulson's life.
"The Sorcerer Supreme is fighting bravely in front. We must also do everything we can and not stand idly by while countless humans are killed by enemies from another world."
"Haha, that's really well said. Why don't we switch places? You join the Avengers, and I'll stand in your position. Believe me, my brain is definitely better than yours."
Tony mocked loudly, not giving him any face.
If he had many more years, and a lot of data and knowledge, he felt that he might be able to create an extremely powerful armor.
Hard fight against a god? Okay, that's crazy, but not impossible.
But definitely not now. Was he supposed to use the Mark 9, which he had developed by working overtime, to fight a monster from another world one-on-one?
He had only been active for a little over a year since his debut. Where was he going to build an anti-demon god armor? It was simply a fantasy.
Steve also looked helpless. He could only tightly grip the indestructible shield in his hand, and suddenly wondered if such a powerful otherworldly visitor could shatter his shield?
But that didn't matter anymore. Steve had already made up his mind to die in this crisis.
There was another terrifying loud noise, and everyone looked up and found that a large area of outer space outside the Earth had already turned into countless mists.
One powerful magic after another unfolded in a fierce exchange, and the bright light patterns on the entire Earth continuously provided power to the Ancient One.
Just when everyone was worried, and when many of the top powerhouses on Earth were silently preparing for a desperate fight.
"Charles, what's wrong?"
Magneto noticed that Professor X's expression was different.
"I saw that guy take action. It's really amazing that he would think of using this method. It reminds me of Apocalypse, constantly transferring consciousness to gain endless life and powerful abilities, but the ability he developed is more complete than Apocalypse's method... but I feel that he is in extreme pain at the moment and won't be able to hold on for too long."
Professor X's worried face revealed a look of astonishment.
Soon, Magneto also sensed that a guy with a terrifyingly strong Life Magnetic Field suddenly appeared in the distant horizon, as if a bright sun had suddenly appeared on Earth, rising up with a bang.
"So we don't have to risk our lives?" Jean Grey's eyes had almost completely transformed into a strange golden-red color, and the powerful telekinetic power around her was uncontrollably spreading out, causing the surrounding mutants to move away in fear.
"Not for the time being, unless Duval also fails. At that time, it will be when we take action regardless of everything. According to the plan, Destiny will predict the future for you and provide you with several reliable paths to attack the enemy's body directly."
Everyone present then looked at Destiny, who rarely appeared.
This mutant was really too unpredictable, and no one knew what she was thinking in her head.
Destiny lowered her head, and the mask that had almost no facial features was tightly attached to her face, making it impossible to see her expression.
Only when the Xenomorph was mentioned would Destiny tilt her head slightly, as if thinking about something.
Duval saw that the battle had reached a temporary stalemate and finally took action himself.
As Duval drove this body, forcibly unifying the three consciousnesses including his own, recklessly bearing the Million Suns Power, and attempting to invert and stack this Million Suns Power, he clearly felt the terrifying burden that could almost crush him into the Void.
"Even someone as strong as the 616 universe's Void can't maintain precise control over their body for long. Now I understand why."
What's more, this was Duval's first time trying, and his first attempt at something similar to Xenomorph Astral Projection, directly transferring his consciousness from a human body to Reynolds through a Xenomorph larva.
Duval quickly assessed his condition, confirming that he couldn't hold on for long, but if he used this power to assist the Ancient One and let Dormammu feel a little pain, it should be possible.
In the next second, Duval shot straight into the sky, the terrifying impact causing the entire Sanctum to shake violently, and some of the weaker edges of the magic arrays immediately began to collapse.
Duval was like a hope of endless light, tearing through the black clouds covering the Earth with extreme force.
The red Cloak of Levitation clung tightly to his shoulders, occasionally swaying its corners, cooperating with Duval to the greatest extent, and emitting magical energy.
"It's you? I once saw you from afar. At that time, I never took you, an ant, to heart, but I didn't expect that the ant of the past would grow into a strong ant."
While Dormammu fought the Ancient One, tirelessly severing the Time Stone's influence on Him, He turned His endlessly vast eyes and stared straight at Duval.
"This ant of mine is also happy to bite you, a Demon God, to death."
Duval flew to the Ancient One's side, surrounded by countless magical patterns that transformed into golden barriers, blocking all external intrusions.
Dormammu changed direction and grabbed at Duval.
"Don't think I can't see it, you are the source of the Xenomorphs, not that Queen or whatever! Kaecilius was wrong from the start!"
Hellfire began to burn in Dormammu's eyes.
He saw Duval's current state and knew that Duval was not the original owner of this body, but had completed a transfer of consciousness in some way.
"Xenomorph Astral Projection? Xenomorphs can be used like this?"
A deep greed flashed in Dormammu's eyes, and He couldn't wait to take down Duval and transform him into His follower—no, not a follower, it would be best to strip the Xenomorph from Duval and make the Xenomorphs His followers.
Originally, Dormammu just wanted to capture all the Xenomorphs, decipher their genes and life characteristics, and then transform them through Black Magic, creating magical shells that could bear His different powers, in order to complete the infiltration of Earth.
But now, seeing this scene, He immediately changed His mind.
If He could perfectly descend onto countless Xenomorphs using Xenomorph Astral Projection, why would He bother creating magical shells? It was clearly simpler and more efficient!
He, Dormammu, was determined to have the Xenomorphs!
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