All those who tried to invade Duval's mind, spirit, or consciousness were invariably shocked by the scenes within Duval's brain.
After all, as the main consciousness, being guarded by the consciousnesses of countless Xenomorphs was an extremely rare phenomenon in the entire universe.
Duval had long realized that the more Xenomorphs there were, and the stronger their average strength, the stronger the power guarding him would be.
Along with that, the mental power Duval could use would also become more powerful. It wouldn't even be a problem for him to complete his own exclusive Xenomorph Astral Projection in the future. As long as his consciousness was strong enough, each time he initiated a descent, even across universes, the pressure he endured would be shared by countless Xenomorphs.
That's right, just like the Ancient One extensively cultivated Ascetics to share the burden of debt, Duval had embarked on a superficially similar but fundamentally different path, using his own unique abilities to accomplish something akin to constructing a magic system.
The Ancient One sized up the person before her, who just seconds ago was Duval, but had now reverted back to Reynolds and a Xenomorph larva.
She hadn't explored Duval's brain, but she vaguely sensed that the mental structure within Duval was unique.
"Too many people think Duval is lucky, that he accidentally created or obtained the Xenomorphs from some hidden dimension, but in reality, Duval himself is the most special one."
The Ancient One sighed softly. Again, if this were decades or even centuries ago, she, as the Sorcerer Supreme, would have used every means to suppress Duval, preventing him from excessively expanding his influence on Earth, lest it affect the stability of the entire planet.
At the very least, the Ancient One didn't want the planet she was protecting to ultimately become a world overrun with Xenomorphs; that would be terrible.
The Ancient One also didn't want to be on the opposite side of someone like Duval.
But now, the Ancient One couldn't afford to worry about that anymore; she had more important things to do.
Forcing Dormammu to retreat this time had already greatly depleted her vitality, and countless Ascetics in Kamar-Taj had died.
Normally, she herself would rarely need to use Ascetics. She had left a larger number of Ascetics for Strange as a precaution, but this situation was unique.
With a thud, Reynolds collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
The Ancient One raised her hand and sent Reynolds through a portal, teleporting him back to Weyland Tower.
"I know you're in a bad state right now, but I must remind you that if one day you truly achieve what you want to achieve, you must leave some room for Earth… because I may not see that day, let alone be able to stop you in the future. That will no longer be my task," the Ancient One said.
This sounded a lot like a last will and testament. Perhaps the Ancient One had already prepared for the worst.
So, who had she chosen? Was it still Strange? Spider-Man was dead, so there definitely wouldn't be a Spider-Man Sorcerer Supreme.
Duval thought to himself, his mind exhausted, and he fell into a rare deep sleep.
This sleep lasted for two days.
Two days wasn't a long time, but the outside world had already undergone earth-shattering changes. Things that some people had painstakingly concealed in the past could no longer be hidden at this moment.
The greatest shock was undoubtedly felt on the World Tree by the many Skyfathers of the other realms. These guys watched this unique battle from afar, witnessing Dormammu being forced back step by step by two humans from Midgard, having to snatch some strange creatures before retreating back to the Dark Dimension.
It was an incredibly dangerous battle, and the powerful individuals throughout the World Tree could clearly feel the reverberations.
If this were in any other part of the universe, many planets would have been shattered, and suns would have been extinguished.
"Dormammu has retreated after all. I originally thought the strongest in Midgard was the Ancient One, but I didn't expect another fierce guy to emerge, and with a completely different fighting style."
It was normal for the Ancient One to use magic; after all, Midgardians were known as the weakest in the Nine Realms, with the lowest average combat power. But the sudden appearance of a fierce man who was extremely skilled in hand-to-hand combat was something that couldn't help but attract attention.
People from various worlds scattered in all directions, searching for relevant information using various methods. Soon, they learned about the recent events in Midgard.
"Duval? Xenomorphs? Parasitism? Chestburster? How interesting. Such strange creatures actually exist in a place like Midgard."
In Muspelheim, Queen Sindr, the daughter of Surtur and also a Skyfather-level powerhouse, opened her eyes with great interest, recalling the vast amount of information she had just received.
"When Dormammu made his final move, I remember he risked being attacked by those two humans to directly attack Midgard. It seems it was to seize these Xenomorphs, but no matter how I look at it, these Xenomorphs haven't reached the point of amazing even a god."
Queen Sindr was very interested in the Xenomorphs, but no matter how she assessed them, she didn't think there was anything remarkable about these parasitic life forms.
If the Xenomorphs weren't special, then perhaps the origin of the Xenomorphs was the most special?
The life level of every Skyfather-level being had long surpassed that of billions of lives. The most basic thing was that their brains had far surpassed computers in the conventional sense. They only needed a very short time to calculate countless possibilities and eliminate them one by one.
More and more people realized that perhaps Dormammu wasn't interested in the Xenomorphs, but in Duval, especially given that Kaecilius was dead.
"Hmph, so the person who created the Xenomorphs is a Midgardian? I originally wanted to capture the person behind the Xenomorphs after conquering Asgard, but I didn't expect him to jump out himself."
If there was one Skyfather who knew the most about Xenomorphs, it was of course Laufey, the ruler of Jotunheim. Too many of his people had been lost to these fearless Xenomorphs.
These things had super adaptability, were born only to fight, and had blood that could corrode even super alloys. This race started very high. To put it bluntly, if the Xenomorph race had been placed in the infinitely distant past, perhaps an Xenomorph world would have been born among the many worlds hanging on the World Tree.
Because the Xenomorphs were worthy.
"What I didn't expect was that if the person who created the Xenomorph was a Midgard scientist with the ability to control them with his mind, that would be one thing, but it doesn't seem to be the case. This guy actually has a subordinate who can exchange a few blows with Dormammu..." Laufey narrowed his eyes, a hint of caution appearing in his blue eyes.
As a veteran God-King, he would naturally be happy to eliminate Duval if he had the choice, and then take over the Xenomorph race and make them an affiliated race of the Frost Giant race. Nothing could be more suitable than that.
But now he couldn't. He had to be cautious. If Duval once again displayed the combat power he used against Dormammu, even someone as strong as Laufey would have to consider whether it was worth provoking such an enemy before completely resolving the situation with Asgard.
"Even the Ancient One only became a Skyfather-level figure by relying on Kamar-Taj's long heritage and hundreds of years of time, and even then, she relied on magic. But what does Duval have? How long has he been at it?"
Laufey couldn't understand, and many Skyfathers couldn't understand either. Even in more distant regions of the universe, those extremely ancient civilizations or individuals were paying some attention.
The tiny planet of Earth had become a topic of discussion for many figures.
"Hey, Quill, have you heard about that? The coordinates of that great battle were in your old neighborhood, weren't they? Yondu snatched you from there, right?"
"Oh, damn it, don't ask me about that anymore. I've answered it countless times. I was very young at the time and don't remember anything about Earth! And I don't want to go back at all!" Star-Lord pushed away the drunk in front of him with extreme annoyance. "I'm completely uninterested in what happens on Earth!"
Mixing with the Ravagers, he always felt like he had no future and was already making plans to leave.
But Earth? That technologically backward place where the average lifespan was ridiculously short actually had such a strong person?
Star-Lord even suspected that there was a mistake and it wasn't the same place at all.
But he still firmly remembered the name Duval in his heart, just like what Duval had once said to Dormammu: there was nothing more convenient and effective than stepping on an ancient Evil God to send a notice to the entire universe.
On Earth, things had become extremely chaotic.
Anyone who wasn't blind or stupid had seen the terrifying Evil God in outer space.
Even some guys familiar with history stood up and took out many papers that had been written in the past and dismissed as crazy talk to argue for the possibility of the existence of extra-dimensional Evil Gods. Although the information released was extremely fragmented and incomplete, it was enough for people to know what they had been facing before.
"First, Thor appeared, seemingly proving the existence of Asgard, and then there's some god from the Dark World? Is this universe really the one we thought it was?"
"I also saw powerful mages standing up to protect Earth. Those traces in the air were magic, right? There really seems to be magic in this world."
"Having Vampires and other ghostly things is one thing, but now even myths and gods from other worlds have appeared. I suspect I've come to a parallel universe version of Earth."
These past few days had been too stimulating for the people of Earth, or more accurately, the common people of Earth. They had to repeatedly refresh their understanding in the face of one major event after another. The values they had established based on information obtained from schools and the internet were shattered in less than a year.
They could understand Tony Stark because the billionaire used technology to build himself an armor. They could also understand the Hulk because he was a biochemical monster.
But the more they saw, the less they understood. The world was quietly changing beyond recognition, and all sorts of strange individuals appeared as if all of humanity had been transported to another world.
The fact proved that when all of humanity generally began to re-examine their world, it would force humanity itself to review and argue for some historical myths and other things.
For a time, the entire Earth was like boiling soup, and even a few drops of water that splashed out felt like Xenomorph blood hitting the body, causing people to scream in pain.
There was no way around it. In the past, organizations like S.H.I.E.L.D. could still try to cover up the news. Even the battle in New Mexico, where Duval raised Mjolnir and forcibly changed the weather over a wide area, they could use various means to minimize the spread of the news as much as possible.
But when Dormammu, this Evil God, came, they were helpless.
The most direct consequence of this was that everyone began to spontaneously pursue extraordinary power because they had personally witnessed how powerful those two people who stood up to resist Dormammu were, giving them a great sense of security.
Despite the incredibly remote distance, even with advanced astronomical photography equipment, it was difficult to depict the entire process of those two people fighting the Evil God, but humans only needed to know that the strength of an individual was enough to rival monsters from another world, and that was enough.
"I should recognize the person who was emitting golden light all over his body. It's the superhero named Sentinel. He's a follower of Duval!"
"Damn it, we didn't have any equipment to capture that guy's face. We only saw him taking off from the Himalayan Mountains area! When did Sentinel go to the Himalayan Mountains?"
"Looking at the whole world, where else is there a second person with his abilities besides Sentinel? Oh, there seems to be one, the guy who appeared on Broadway, but that guy has been missing for a long time. Besides Sentinel, who would take the initiative to stand up when we're facing a world-destroying crisis?"
"You only paid attention to Sentinel, but I paid attention to the person who gave Sentinel the order. Sentinel is also that person's subordinate! And another person whose figure can't be seen may also be someone sent by Duval. Of course, it may also be Duval himself."
Few people in the secular world knew the Sorcerer Supreme, but they knew Duval.
In recent days, in one major event after another, Duval's figure was often seen. Even if Duval himself couldn't be seen, his Xenomorphs were almost everywhere, traversing in the darkness, like ghostly assassins swinging their hard tails to launch a fatal blow against the enemy at any time. This was the general impression of the Xenomorphs.
And more and more people began to understand what the result would be after being parasitized by a Xenomorph.
Becoming a superhuman in one fell swoop, the temptation was too great now.
You know, the same was true for Mutants with superpowers, who were beaten by everyone and in a bad situation, but that wasn't the case for Xenomorph hosts. All they had to do was join Duval.
"Xenomorphs are the future. Become a Xenomorph and join the glorious evolution!"
"We can take this opportunity to establish a Xenomorph cult and then trick a group of ordinary people into it to scam money..."
"If you want to die, don't drag me down with you. Get out of here. From now on, I want to cut ties with you guys. No one knows if the Evil God you worship really exists."
Then someone once again dug up the Weyland Corporation's recruitment announcement. Immediately, countless people flocked to it, trying to join Duval's team and become superhumans in a safe and side-effect-free way.
As for the possibility of being Chestbursted... of course, they were aware of it, but as long as they did what they were supposed to do, as long as they didn't betray Duval, how could they possibly be Chestbursted?
Countless people crowded around Weyland Tower all day, using binoculars to closely observe every movement in the area, especially whenever a Xenomorph roamed around, they would be pursued and worshiped by some fanatics.
Logically speaking, if Duval couldn't sense the mental movements of these Xenomorphs in real-time and issue orders, countless reckless ordinary people would have died at the hands of these Xenomorphs.
When Duval woke up, he glanced out the window and only saw a dense crowd of people. All he could hear with his super hearing were fanatical shouts.
"It's lively, even more lively than before. As long as I'm willing to open a gap, these guys will join us at all costs."
Duval first drank a pot of boiled water, smacked his lips, and only felt that the people outside were a bit noisy.
As everyone knew, Duval had never been interested in parasitizing ordinary humans.
"What exactly happened? My head is muddled, like I had a fragmented dream, and my whole body is in severe pain, covered in scars. Even with constant repairs using stellar energy, it will take slow recuperation to fully recover."
Reynolds rarely took the elevator to Duval's presence. The once strong and sturdy Reynolds was now thin and pale, clearly suffering from severe life damage.
By recalling the remaining memories in his brain, Reynolds vaguely realized that he might have done something extraordinary.
"Rejoice, Reynolds, look at the crowd outside, they are all cheering for our achievements."
Duval pointed outside: "It was you, in this body, who personally repelled a Demon God."
Reynolds hesitated: "Did I really do it? But I remember it was clearly you..."
"We, it was us, Reynolds." Duval interrupted him.
"Yes, it was us..."
Reynolds murmured, his eyes quickly lighting up. He felt that he didn't need to think so much, he just needed to enjoy everything he had now.
He took a step forward, dragging his sickly body, and flew directly out of Weyland Tower, trying to mobilize the lazy energy in his body, making his whole body golden and dazzling. Naturally, this triggered countless cheers and screams below, which gave Reynolds a great sense of satisfaction.
Duval watched Reynolds flying around in the sky and shook his head. Anyway, it was just a small hobby, so he might as well let Reynolds do it. He wouldn't interfere randomly in such trivial matters.
Compared to this, Duval preferred to spend more time improving himself.
"In the past two days, many planets must have received the signal I sent out, knowing about me... This will lay a good foundation for the future, but at the same time, countless malicious guys will be eyeing me."
Duval stroked his chin and pondered, looking relieved. He had to admit that there was a crazy and aggressive side in his heart. When he had the opportunity to go further, he would never give up, but would be hysterical like a madman, trying to seize the future.
"Relying on just one Reynolds is not enough. Although Death Woman is also very strong, her shortcomings and advantages are equally prominent, but she is not enough as a complete Father-level combat unit. I need more powerful subordinates. In addition, Samuel has made considerable progress in the gene pool project, it's almost ready, when the time comes..."
Duval pondered, he had verified that his consciousness could actually descend on a Xenomorph, which was crucial.
He began to contact Thor.
Asgard Palace.
Thor was also struggling to listen to the words of the Xenomorph in front of him.
"Hiss! Heh! Hiss!"
"Thor, what is it saying?"
Thor frowned, looking embarrassed: "I listened for a long time and didn't understand. Why does it want to ride a sausage to Nidavellir to walk the dog?"
Sif thought for a while and guessed: "Maybe it wants to get tailor-made equipment like us?"
"Not sure, this at least shows that our Xenomorph language course needs to speed up its development, otherwise we won't even be able to have a normal conversation with these Xenomorph brothers."
"But the war is not over yet." Sif said helplessly, "We need to deploy our limited manpower to many planets to guard against the Frost Giants launching an attack at any time. Aren't you on good terms with Duval? I think we can continue to seek help from him, anyway, it's not the first time we've asked him for help."
The warriors of Asgard all looked at the Xenomorphs present, their eyes burning.
That's right, there will be countless times for asking for help once there is a first time, and after many times, it will become commonplace and not embarrassing at all.
They didn't expect that Duval really forced Dormammu back while wearing the Destroyer Armor, even if everyone gradually knew that Duval won very hard, and this was with the help of the Ancient One, but this was enough to be proud of, enough to make all Asgardians issue respectful praises.
"If the God-King Odin were still alive, if he knew about this, he would definitely choose to summon Duval." Fandral said with a look of loneliness.
Everyone present was in low spirits, except for Loki, whose face was stiff.
"I want to know when he will return the Destroyer Armor, preferably with Mjolnir, anyway, he can't use it now!" Loki blurted out.
"The Xenomorph told me that soon, Duval will send a new army to completely end this war." Thor said in a deep voice.
"Does the end it mentioned also include Laufey, the King of the Frost Giants? Does Duval want to kill Laufey? What a joke! He doesn't really think he can do whatever he wants within the scope of the World Tree, does he?" Loki sneered.
Thor glanced at him, suddenly feeling that his brother was becoming increasingly unfamiliar. "If it really could happen?"
Loki merely sneered. He knew Odin wasn't dead and how troublesome his biological father, Laufey, could be. At worst, he could escape. He didn't believe Duval possessed the ability to survive and fight in space for extended periods.
Even if Duval was powerful, he couldn't threaten Asgard or Jotunheim, but he could threaten him.
Duval's rapid rise made Loki, who had always been arrogant, feel lost. He was sometimes confused. He was clearly better than Duval in every way and had over a thousand years of age advantage, so why were the differences between them constantly widening? A strong sense of unwillingness arose in Loki's heart. He realized that sitting on this throne, seemingly in control of everything, he was actually being controlled by it, becoming a tool who only acted as a king, no longer having the freedom of the past.
"This is also our opportunity. We have gained an extremely powerful ally, and the war will end soon," Thor proudly announced to everyone, knowing that Duval and the Xenomorphs were the reinforcements he had invited.
In the beginning, Thor had put aside his pride and shamelessly asked Duval to borrow a Xenomorph force of no more than a few hundred. But now, the total number of Xenomorphs arriving on the battlefield had exceeded ten thousand.
Thor felt full of respect and gratitude towards Duval, thinking about how to express his thanks.
The conversation in the palace was entirely heard by the Xenomorphs, and naturally, by Duval. He was very indifferent to this kind of dispute.
The Evil God Loki was indeed remarkable. If it were a few months ago, Duval would have been full of apprehension and vigilance towards him. But now, that feeling had greatly diminished.
"Unless Loki becomes the Sorcerer Supreme of this universe, he is no longer an enemy I need to deal with with all my strength. The battle in New Mexico will not happen again."
Duval prepared to complete the latest round of troop expansion and then send the army into the Asgard continent in one go, completely ending the war.
He wanted to acquire a sufficient number of prisoners to gain a place on the World Tree's Godly Power chain.
With his left hand, he sent Xenomorphs to Kamar-Taj to learn magic, and with his right hand, he focused on Godly Power, catching up quickly.
"Hmm, wait, how did a strange guy get mixed into my Xenomorphs..."
Just as Duval was planning how to quickly prepare a large batch of troops, his expression changed slightly, and he looked in a certain direction.
Weyland Tower, 93rd floor.
A Xenomorph, not long after its birth and having just completed its Chestburster phase, stood blankly in place, in the bloody chest of a Vampire, shaking its head and looking around, dully sensing the surrounding situation.
The other Xenomorphs also noticed the abnormality of this new Xenomorph immediately. Even though they had just Chestbursted, they immediately surrounded it, enclosing the slightly strange Xenomorph in the middle.
"Where is this? Why am I here? So much flesh and blood on my body, I actually feel excited... Huh, there's a problem with this rebirth!"
This Xenomorph, with its peculiar behavior, was dumbfounded by its current situation. As soon as it opened its eyes, it was surrounded by a bunch of strange monsters. All of this inexplicable stuff scared her.
As a Mutant with the ability to be reborn, Moira had never encountered this situation in her past two rebirths—at least in the past two rebirths, she had started as a Mutant. How did she become like this this time? Not to mention a Mutant, she wasn't even human?
Even when Moira lowered her head to observe her body, she was even more dumbfounded.
"This is my body? White skin, sharp claws, and this tail... And my body is constantly growing rapidly, is this me? No, I don't even have eyes! I'm really not human!"
This Xenomorph trembled all over, its emotional level far exceeding that of ordinary Xenomorphs. She opened her mouth, subconsciously wanting to say something, but in the end, she only made a few simple syllables.
"Hrr! Hrr-hrr!"
Responding to her were the Xenomorphs around her, asking questions in the same language.
Moira was horrified to find that she actually understood.
She wanted to escape, but as soon as she moved, she was immediately swarmed by the surrounding Xenomorphs and easily pinned to the ground.
But soon, these Xenomorphs, who had been eyeing her covetously, seemed to have received some order, and they all let go, standing quietly around, doing their own things.
Only this special Xenomorph was left, standing alone in place.
"Who am I now, and where am I? I am a Mutant, and after rebirth, I should help Professor X and Magneto unite to fight against humans, but why have I become like this? Is there something wrong with my ability, reborn as a monster? What is this monster, and why have I never heard of it in my previous two lives..."
This Xenomorph curled up into a ball, shivering. She was just a girl who had lived three lives.
All of her expressions, all of her thoughts, were sensed by Duval.
Duval pondered, without any hesitation, he immediately launched a mental invasion of this strange Xenomorph, forcibly flipping through her memories of the previous two lives.
Moira also noticed Duval's existence immediately. Reason told her to resist fiercely. Her brain was extremely important and could not be casually read by a guy who didn't know what kind of monster he was. But in terms of order, she strictly followed the absolute obedience of her instincts. This sharp contrast and contradiction almost drove her crazy.
"Who are you? What do you want to do? Did you do all this? What did you do to me?"
"Quiet, Moira, I know you're scared, but fear won't solve the problem, it will only make it worse, eventually becoming a black hole of reality. A different start is not a bad thing. For you, it may be a new life to reverse the trajectory of fate." While Duval was reading Moira's memory, he communicated with this unprecedented Xenomorph on a mental level.
He saw Moira's struggles in her past two lives, being humiliated, bullied, and dying tragically on the spot.
"I didn't expect such an interesting thing to happen. A Mutant with the ability to be reborn was actually reborn as a Xenomorph? Is it because the battle with Dormammu disrupted the old order of time? Leading to a slight deviation in the original trajectory of fate? No wonder the Ancient One doesn't like to reveal the future seen with the Time Stone, saying that everything in the future is chaotic."
Duval was extremely surprised. He seemed to have discovered a fun toy, unscrupulously playing with this guy who had the body of a Xenomorph, but the soul of a girl.
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