Chapter 73 Come, Dracula, drink this bowl of Xenomorph blood, it will make you healthy and live long. Moira is really fun.
Duval was obviously extremely interested in this Mutant with the ability to regenerate, and the fact that this woman had directly become one of his Xenomorphs through reincarnation made it even more interesting.
Duval was well aware that there were all sorts of miracles in this world, and that a powerful individual who had received a generous gift from some god with a twisted sense of humor could pop out of nowhere at any time.
But even so, the fact that Moira had been reborn as a Xenomorph still seemed incredible, far beyond Duval's expectations. Even though Duval liked to be prepared and carefully formulate various plans, he had never imagined that such a possibility would arise.
"Well, there are no problems with her memories from the previous two lives, everything seems very normal, but only this time, after death and rebirth, she became my Xenomorph."
Duval carefully perused Moira's brain; the woman had absolutely no secrets from him.
And Duval's unbridled, intrusive behavior was clearly felt by Moira, and it was a clear sensation on a mental level.
In the woman's perception, she seemed to see a terrifying hand, omnipresent, grabbing everything, manipulating it at will from a high and mighty position, while uttering all sorts of comforting words.
"Moira, your destiny has changed, this is your greatest fortune. Since you can't resist, you might as well enjoy this unique beginning."
"Look at the past you, simply weak and pathetic. As a Mutant, you died violently again and again, your brilliant life withered before it even bloomed. What is the meaning of such a short life?"
"Quiet, don't try to resist me. You know you can't refuse my orders. On the contrary, I can control you at will."
Moira wanted to die.
Although she had already died twice, she had never encountered such terrible treatment. Not to mention fierce resistance, even the most basic thoughts were contributed without reservation.
Moira had originally planned to try to seek refuge with Professor X, constantly trying to find a reliable future that would allow Mutants to continue.
Deep down, Moira had even prepared herself to voluntarily let Professor X read her brain, allowing Professor X to see her experiences and various outcomes over several lifetimes.
"No, go away, stay away from me. I shouldn't be here. I'm a Mutant, I still have important things to do, they need me..." Moira babbled, letting out a sharp hiss, but her instincts were strangely enjoying all of Duval's actions.
The worst part was that Moira knew her reason was useless in the face of this level of instinct.
"Think about it from a different perspective, Moira. Since you were inexplicably reborn as my Xenomorph, why do you think I can't use you? Aren't you very confident in fate, believing that the meaning of your existence is to guide the future of Mutants? Then now is your new destiny, to serve me as a Xenomorph."
Duval finally stopped. He had figured out everything about this woman, and immediately said in a calm tone.
No Xenomorph could refuse Duval, absolutely none, and that of course included Moira.
Moira had to lower her terrifying head, expressing her submission to Duval. The roars in her heart were completely insufficient to affect her control over this body.
"I don't understand. Even if one day my ability suddenly fails, I can understand it, and even accept the result, and face death calmly. But why am I not even a Mutant anymore, and after being reborn again, I became a... you call it a Xenomorph?" Moira asked in grief, she didn't understand.
Duval pondered for a moment and said, "If I had to find a reason, it might be because of my actions. I saved this world, my actions changed the established trajectory you knew. I am an important anchor point in the existing world, firmly staring at the constantly jumping variables, Moira, which is you."
Of course, Moira wouldn't easily believe it, but that damned feeling came again. There was always a voice demanding that she must believe unconditionally. Under extreme fear, her mind became dull and her thoughts fell into a rigid quagmire.
After a while, Moira found that Duval was no longer forcibly controlling her body. Moira was silent for a long time, and finally walked out of the nest.
Along the way, she brushed shoulders with many Xenomorphs, trying to observe these new compatriots with a calm mind.
Without a doubt, everyone who carefully observed the Xenomorphs would sincerely admire them. What was in front of them was simply a species that only existed in theory, and every line on their bodies was carefully carved.
"Xenomorph... I've never heard of this creature before. The 93rd floor is the Xenomorphs' nest? What about the other floors? What is Weyland Tower? I've never even heard of it."
Moira tried to understand this world, and soon she was stunned by the changes in the world she faced after this rebirth, suspecting that it was all an illusion, that there was something wrong with her brain.
"I haven't even taken action yet, and Professor X and Magneto have already joined forces? And they publicly announced this news to the world at the Joint Summit? Humans didn't immediately turn against Mutants, and are planning to carry out the exclusion and elimination of Mutants all over the world?"
"The Vampires in the world are almost all killed, becoming standard hosts and food for the Xenomorphs? God, even in the previous two lives, there was no phenomenon of Vampires being killed."
"What, Magneto went berserk in Westchester, and was defeated by a Xenomorph host? This battle resulted in the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people??"
"Interdimensional demon... Dormammu... Sorcerer Supreme... who are these people? I know Tony Stark and the Avengers, they are also enemies of us Mutants, but why has this world become unrecognizable?"
Moira's mind was in a mess, and she quickly found the key to triggering all these changes: Duval.
Walking out of Weyland Tower, the crowd waiting around the clock immediately became excited, taking crazy photos of Moira with various long guns and short cannons, and there were constantly some crazy fanatics with not-so-normal brains trying to break through the cordon established by the police, wanting to contact this graceful Xenomorph at close range.
Anyone with a little brain knew that the best behavior was to brush shoulders with the Xenomorphs without offending Duval and the Xenomorphs, pretending that they didn't see anything and didn't hear anything.
But if they wishfully regarded the Xenomorphs as harmless kittens and puppies, and recklessly stepped forward to stop and touch them, then they should just wait for death.
Unless they were also Moira, and could be reborn as Xenomorphs.
Moira looked at the fanatical crowd in front of her, and at the same time accurately captured the content they were shouting loudly with her powerful hearing, and her whole body was numb.
"These guys are worshiping me, respecting me? And some lunatics actually want to become me? What kind of crazy wishes are these, not to mention being a Mutant, they don't even want to be human anymore!!"
These days, even the opportunity to be parasitized by a Xenomorph has become so sought after. This made Moira realize that the world she was in after this rebirth would only become more insane and dangerous, because too many unexpected events were happening, and too many powerful figures she shouldn't have been able to come into contact with were appearing one after another.
"Duval claims to be the one who defined the anchor point of this life..." Moira said with a complicated expression, smacking her lips, this subconscious behavior triggered another burst of screams.
Moira began to seriously re-examine her world. She needed to mobilize the memories of her past two lives and merge them with this rebirth.
"I'm no longer a Mutant, and even if I die again, I don't know if I'll have another chance to be reborn. Magneto and Professor X have also come together and stood up to resist human persecution. They don't seem to need me anymore."
Moira didn't know if she should be happy or disappointed.
In terms of combat, Moira knew that she was just a weakling, pathetically weak, but now, she wasn't sure if she still had the ability to be reborn, but at least she possessed the abilities of a fully grown Xenomorph: basic super strength, super speed, super hearing, and super self-healing. She had them all.
Moira silently accepted this reality. To be honest, it was useless even if she didn't accept it. Her body and mind now belonged to Duval, even though she had never even seen Duval's face, she deeply felt Duval's absolute control over her.
Duval, who had been observing Moira, also withdrew his gaze at this moment.
"A very smart woman, not blindly resisting meaninglessly, and even subconsciously starting to restrain her thoughts, hiding her desire to seek freedom in her heart, looking for a chance to get rid of my control."
Duval silently assessed Moira, who had been reborn as a Xenomorph, with great interest, his posture was completely like playing with a rare toy.
If he wasn't worried about accidentally breaking it, Duval would have already started all kinds of detailed operations.
As for Moira wanting to escape, and then bitterly restraining her thoughts, preventing herself from having these thoughts... Duval could only shrug his shoulders and wish this girl good luck.
The longer you are a Xenomorph, the longer you will be a Xenomorph forever. If you restrain your thoughts too much, you will really accept this result.
Duval's attention quickly shifted from Moira. He had a preliminary plan on how to make good use of Moira, but that wasn't the most important thing right now. Sending Xenomorph troops to attack everywhere, and capturing as many Vampires as possible was more important. He needed to mobilize more troops to send to the alien battlefield.
"Six hundred Frost Giant prisoners are almost acceptable, but it would be more cost-effective if we could capture more prisoners through the final battle."
While Duval was absorbing the magical knowledge of Kamar-Taj like a sponge, he was also full of covetousness for the Godly Power of the World Tree.
"The magic side is already on the right track, but the Godly Power side is a bit behind. We need to speed up the progress this time."
Duval felt that he needed to build another huge army. This time, he planned to go to the alien battlefield himself and bring Death Woman with him.
So, where would the driven forces come from? Of course, it was to make the Vampires suffer again.
Thus, the Vampires who had finally fled New York in a panic, thinking they could rely on their generations of accumulated wealth to continue to be the elite in other cities, enjoying the wonderful humans, were soon struck by lightning and suffered a new round of attacks from the Xenomorphs.
Death Woman, as always, served as Duval's personal bodyguard, always maintaining a dead silence with a poker face.
Others, such as Druig, Reynolds, and the Mutants that Duval had captured from Stryker, who had lost their self-awareness and could only be controlled by the Xenomorph larvae in their chests after being parasitized, each led a team and moved out quickly.
"Why? Why is this happening? What did we do to offend Duval? Are we so important to the Xenomorphs? Is it really us or no one else?? There are so many races in this world, and there are even more human villains, why are we Vampires the ones with the worst ending?"
The Vampires asked questions again and again, but it was clear that no one would pay attention to them. The Xenomorphs would never have such behavior as negotiation, only searching and capturing alive, trying to prevent the Vampires from even having the chance to commit suicide.
In an instant, the entire Americas was in chaos, but most people cheered for this behavior. Who told the Vampires to be so hated by everyone? "The number of Vampires is not that many anymore, well, let's use some ordinary creatures to fill the ranks."
Duval was always aware of the progress of each Xenomorph team, and in the end, he could only shake his head helplessly.
It was only when Vampires were needed that they were considered rare. It was such a pity. It would be great if there was a Vampire planet in the universe.
Because of Duval's current status, the powerful power he had shown in repelling Dormammu, and his connection with the Sorcerer Supreme, his actions had obviously attracted worldwide attention again.
Some even had civilian Vampire hunters actively leading the Xenomorphs directly to the Vampires' large and small strongholds.
"He's expanding his army again. It seems that the war on the front lines is very fierce... I almost forgot that Duval just finished a battle on Earth, and at the same time, he's pushing forward another war outside."
"It's also possible that Duval's patience is running out, and he's decided to go to Asgard himself for a final battle with the aliens."
"I don't know who Asgard's enemies are, but they are really pitiful. Maybe from the beginning of the war, they didn't expect that the most difficult enemy to deal with would be Duval?"
While the operation to cleanse the Vampires was proceeding in an orderly manner, Duval also began to capture some animals for parasitization, quickly expanding the size of his army.
Every day that passed, the number of Xenomorphs in his hands was constantly increasing rapidly.
At this juncture, Mordo came.
Sizzle!
A burst of sparks and electricity, a golden portal opened at the entrance of Weyland Tower. Mordo stepped across the circle with a serious face. Facing the stunned gazes around him, he didn't say any extra words, but walked directly into Weyland Tower.
"I know you can hear me. I chose to walk in slowly from the outside instead of appearing directly in front of you. This is my etiquette," Mordo said.
The next second, a Xenomorph passed by and nodded to him. Mordo did not hesitate and opened the portal again, appearing in front of Duval.
"What a rare guest. Why didn't Ancient One come, but sent you instead? Or are you here to see me without Ancient One's permission?" Duval asked.
Mordo said with a serious face, "The Sorcerer Supreme is constantly vigilant about all extradimensional movements and has no time to waste, so I still have a strong degree of autonomy in daily affairs. Kamar-Taj doesn't adopt a strict structure like yours."
"Strict? It seems we have a very different understanding of the word 'absolute obedience'. Besides, I never interfere with my subordinates' private actions... But it doesn't matter, I'm not a scholar, I won't discuss management with you."
Duval looked at the magician in front of him with interest.
"You've launched a general offensive against vampires worldwide, is that correct?"
"Correct, but that's a matter of the secular world. You're not even the Sorcerer Supreme, are you going to interfere?"
"No, if it only involves vampires, I certainly wouldn't care. Even if you kill all the vampires, it won't affect the stability of the Earth."
Mordo hesitated, seemingly unsure how to describe it, "But vampires are not all the same. Some vampires are extremely troublesome..."
For a moment, Duval thought that Mordo was here to plead for Stick.
Duval had already handed over the matter of Stick entirely to Elektra. No matter how Elektra and Daredevil decided to deal with their former mentor who had become a vampire, Duval would not interfere.
He wasn't a guy with an overbearing desire for control, he wouldn't control people like playing a Lego game, demanding that they execute every command he pressed at any time.
Duval thought for a moment and said, "Are you talking about Dracula? Frankly speaking, the vampires are looking for him, and I also want to find him. I heard that guy is almost immortal, maybe he's very suitable for me."
"It's not Dracula either, I don't know where he's sleeping. The vampire I'm talking about isn't a vampire from this universe." Mordo said in a deep voice, "If you hadn't helped the Sorcerer Supreme repel Dormammu, I wouldn't have let you know about this even if I died."
Vampires from another universe? Duval's expression changed slightly. With just this sentence, he had already thought of many things.
Mordo continued, "However, these vampires from other universes are a bit strange. They appeared quickly, then attacked a human, and retreated quickly before we could detect and react."
This time, Duval completely confirmed who Mordo was talking about.
"The dead human is named Peter Parker? A friend of the Osborn Group's heir?"
"You actually know?" Mordo was very surprised.
Duval's expression was a little strange. No wonder, no wonder Spider-Man died inexplicably before he even officially debuted. It turned out that he was targeted by the Inheritor Family wandering in the multiverse and killed precisely.
The Inheritor Family is a notorious vampire family in the multiverse that specializes in feeding on Spider-Men.
Every time they hunt a Spider-Man, they can absorb the spider totem power in the Spider-Man's body to strengthen their own power.
The more Spider-Men they kill, the stronger the members of this family become. It can be said that the Inheritor Family is the number one enemy of all Spider-Men in the universe, which is much more difficult to deal with than the Sinister Six.
Duval wanted to remind Mordo that the members of the Inheritor Family were not vampires in the conventional sense. If he had to say, they were vampires who specialized in sucking Spider-Man's blood, but after thinking about it, it was not necessary.
"Isn't your duty to monitor all movements from other worlds? Why didn't you take action to stop those vampires in the first place?" Duval asked.
Mordo shook his head, his face a little unhappy. He hated all words and deeds that questioned the Sorcerer Supreme, and immediately said, "What do you think the Sorcerer Supreme is, omniscient and omnipotent? Or can she instantly detect any slight change, and have the ability of infinite clones, sending countless Sorcerer Supreme clones at any time to investigate every change at the same time?"
Impossible, the Sorcerer Supreme is just a powerful person, she cannot do everything perfectly, nor is she omnipotent.
"Moreover, those vampires are well-trained, and each individual is extremely powerful. They quickly attacked an ordinary person, and then, as if they had noticed something, they retreated decisively. If it were you, what could you do? Could you recklessly break through the edge of our universe, catch up with them, and kill them one by one?"
"If I had enough strength, I would do it."
Duval's serious response made Mordo feel so depressed that he almost vomited blood. He wondered if he shouldn't have come, and didn't need to remind Duval to pay attention to this group of special vampires.
"I came to remind you because I don't know if there is a connection between the vampires in our universe and those vampires from other worlds. I haven't even figured out why they attacked that high school student named Peter Parker? All I can do is prevent you from being attacked by them without knowing anything."
After Mordo finished speaking, he put on his hood again and prepared to leave.
"Thank you anyway, Sorcerer Mordo. You helped me solve a big doubt. Maybe one day in the future, your actions today will help me." Duval said seriously.
Mordo's expression softened, and he crossed the portal and disappeared.
"So the Inheritor Family has visited this universe and succeeded..."
Since the local Spider-Man died early, it's no wonder that when the many Spider-Men of the multiverse formed a coalition to fight against the Inheritor Family in the future, this universe was not present. Even Spider-Man is gone, how could outsiders be given a universe number specifically?
"The leader of the Inheritor Family can defeat the Captain Universe Spider-Man with the strongest combat power head-on, and his strength is also very strong, but he is not so strong that he cannot be dealt with."
Duval touched his chin. After thinking about it, he quickly issued orders to several Xenomorphs. They quickly shuttled through Queens, searching for Peter Parker's body.
Originally, Duval didn't care much about Spider-Man's life or death, because there were too many accidents in the multiverse. The death of a Spider-Man was not a shocking event, but since it involved the Inheritor Family, Duval changed his mind.
He can not care about ordinary Spider-Men, but he has to care about the Inheritors.
"I wonder if it will succeed..." The thought flashed through Duval's mind. Everything depends on whether he can find Peter Parker's remains. He guessed that the Spider-Man in this universe should have awakened superpowers after being bitten by a spider, and then was eaten by the long-awaited Inheritors.
The time was too short, so he probably didn't master the "shedding" skill, and should have really died completely.
Time passed.
After Duval raised an army of tens of thousands, he began to summon Heimdall.
The magnificent Rainbow Bridge descended from the sky. It began to appear frequently, like neon lights in the night, with light spots jumping wildly in different positions.
Each flash inevitably caused a Xenomorph in a certain area to disappear out of thin air, teleported to Asgard.
But Duval still felt that the number of these Xenomorphs was not enough. Perhaps he should parasitize more mammals and cultivate a large number of Courier Xenomorphs to support combat on the battlefield.
Anyway, even ordinary Xenomorphs have extremely amazing adaptability, and fighting on planets with harsh environments is not a problem.
At times like this, Duval couldn't help but sigh. There were still too few Vampires, and the overall strength of the Inheritor Family was not weak, and their whereabouts were unknown. He didn't know which universe they were happily hunting Spider-Man in, making them unsuitable as parasitic hosts.
The frequently descending Rainbow Bridge had become a beautiful sight, attracting the attention of countless people.
"Hello, I really didn't know that Weyland Corporation had started a sightseeing tour project. If you keep it up, tourists from all over the world will come to you to pay admission fees. You can make a lot of money. This is really a brilliant business idea."
Tony Stark called Duval, speaking in his unique tone.
"I'm busy, Tony. If you want to show off your newly developed armor, I don't think it's necessary," Duval said.
"Ha, you guessed it. Indeed, part of my motivation is this. My Mark 10 is complete. It's made of exclusive materials carefully developed by me, and Adamantium has been added to some of the parts. This is the nemesis of the Xenomorphs." Tony's side heard a glug sound, obviously he was talking while drinking.
"My Xenomorphs already number more than ten thousand, and it won't be long before they become twenty thousand. So, Tony Stark, how many suits of armor do you have? I guess about thirty thousand? Thirty thousand suits of armor that can withstand Xenomorph blood?"
Tony was silent for a moment, thinking about the overwhelming, crazy scene, and then he thought of the magnificent scene when Duval and Ancient One joined forces.
He really didn't know how many generations he would have to iterate to create armor with that kind of combat power.
"Let's talk business. I'm here to invite you to a banquet, only for our internal acquaintances. Remember? I promised last time when Sentinel went to deal with Magneto that I would hold a banquet," Tony said.
Banquet.
This was an extremely common social behavior in daily life, but it was extremely rare for Duval. He glanced at the Xenomorph legions that were still being teleported, immediately agreed, and went to the banquet.
One floor of Stark Tower had been transformed into a large banquet hall. Duval led his Xenomorphs into it.
Of course, there were also some other people Tony had invited, such as the nervous War Machine.
"Tony, I always feel like these guys will attack us at any time. This is too dangerous. I have to wear my armor at all times and prepare for the worst."
"You're really cautious. I think you'll probably fall asleep as soon as you get home after this banquet."
Tony looked around. He hadn't even invited the other members of the Avengers. The proud Tony really lacked confidence and interest in his teammates.
With that time, he would rather observe the Xenomorphs more, maybe he could get more inspiration for anti-Xenomorph armor.
As time went by, the more alcohol people drank, the more unclear their minds became.
Even the alarm that sounded in the hall didn't allow Tony to react immediately.
But that deafening explosion did exist, causing the entire banquet hall to vibrate slightly.
No one would have thought that there would be such a fearless, crazy guy who dared to run here, not afraid of being fed to the Xenomorphs at the first moment, so even Tony himself would not carefully formulate a special plan to deal with an attack in this situation. No matter what happened, he should put on his armor immediately, and then mobilize countless high-tech weapons to blast the provocative enemy into slag.
Duval sat calmly at the bar, looking down at the dozen or so wine glasses in front of him. He was in a very leisurely mood, pouring a kind of expensive wine into each glass.
"In my time, even the richest nouveau riche wouldn't drink in this way. Even if it's wine tasting, you wouldn't fill every glass. It's too wasteful."
A thin man in a large cloak walked up to Duval and commented.
Duval glanced at him and said casually, "I'm not interested in wine. When I have time to drink, I prefer to drink a few more pots of boiled water. And you, I don't think you're very interested in wine either."
"That's right, you're absolutely right. My hobby is blood, especially the blood of powerful creatures. Drinking this blood will make me stronger, and it will also make me feel satisfied on a spiritual level."
The thin middle-aged man showed a cruel smile, and he pointed to the wine glasses on the table with great seriousness: "If these glasses were filled with the blood of different creatures, I would be happy because of this full sense of fulfillment."
"For example, the powerful creatures you mentioned? My Xenomorphs? This is really a good application ceremony, this cup is on me."
Duval's expression did not change, and he immediately tore off a piece of bloody flesh from his chest, using it as a container, and sprinkled some highly corrosive blood on it, handing it to the guy in front of him.
"Let me guess, Dracula, right? Those lingering guys found that the Black Magic User was completely unreliable, and finally dug you out? Come on, drink this bowl of Xenomorph blood. If you don't drink it, I'll pinch your head and force you to drink it all. It will make you stronger."
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