r18novel Chapter 304 Deadpool slaughters the Marvel Universe?!
Chapter 304 Deadpool slaughters the Marvel Universe?!
Finally, in this small place, the two sides, who had always harbored extremely grand ambitions, looked at each other.
Hanlu immediately pulled out the coordinates in her hand.
The golden numbers rose from his palm, hovering in mid-air, slowly rotating like a few tamed stars.
They radiate a soft yet firm light, illuminating the surrounding space with a color that doesn't belong to any spectrum.
This is a demonstration—and also a confirmation.
Lukurgos's mechanical head, which seemed to have no eyes, nodded slightly.
His optical lens had no pupil, no focal length, but Hanlu knew that he "saw" it.
Those numbers have been captured, parsed, and stored by his core processor and will never be lost.
"Congratulations." Lukurgos's voice came from his metal throat, as steady as a river that never ripples. "Then, this great journey officially begins."
His mechanical finger traced a line in the air, and a star map unfolded between the two of them. Countless points of light twinkled on it, like an inverted Milky Way.
"I think—it's about time those two completed their final advancement, isn't it?"
Hanlu knew perfectly well what the other person was saying.
It's simply about letting Puni and Sorenson undergo another round of advancement, completely squeezing out the last bit of Cthulhu's conceptual essence.
As for how to squeeze every last drop out—that's up to them.
"So—" Hanlu tapped the star map lightly, and the dot representing the target universe lit up. "Should we deal with that universe first, and then extract from it? Or the other way around?"
His tone was as casual as if he were asking, "Should we eat the vegetables first or drink the soup first?"
But something flickered slightly in those dark eyes.
He knew all of the other party's plans; after all, it was his own creation—
He just doesn't usually bother looking at them, plus he has a bit of decision-making anxiety.
In his view, each path has its own advantages.
As for the Eye Demon—pfft, it's just a dish.
Lugurgos, however, seemed to have anticipated this.
His mechanical body leaned slightly forward, his two metal hands clasped together in front of him, as if performing a solemn ritual.
"Please rest assured, sir. These two things can actually be done simultaneously."
His optical lens flickered. "I'm just thinking—is it a bit too hasty to divide up the Cthulhu concept like this?"
He paused.
"Why don't we extend the battlefield a little further, to beyond the chaotic universe, to that truly endless void—and further explore the enemy's potential? What do you say?"
Hanlu narrowed her eyes slightly.
He quickly understood the deeper meaning behind the other party's plan. After all, the other party had deduced the answer based on the memories in their own brain, and Hanlu could actually follow the other party's line of thinking in many ways.
but--
"Are you sure you want to let these two in?"
Hanlu's voice deepened, and his brow furrowed slightly, forming a faint vertical line that was barely noticeable unless you looked closely. "I don't know if this will do any good."
One of them is deeply opposed to eternity, and the other was the destroyer of the previous universe—not to mention, he also has a strange connection with a certain god.
This is what Hanlu is worried about.
In his opinion, what he should be doing is working on the Celestials Group.
They let those two in; their first opponent should be the creator god—
That is, our unfortunate Eternity, and the planet devourer.
He doesn't know what benefit he'll get from messing with these two.
"but--"
Lucurgos's voice remained steady, as if stating a theorem that had been verified countless times: "The Celestials are still the servants who once served and betrayed them, aren't they? If they come in, they will always cause trouble for the other side."
Hanlu thought about it.
That seems to make sense.
He tapped his chin twice with his fingers, making a soft "tap-tap" sound.
His gaze fell on the star map, moving from one point of light to another, as if he were playing a very large game of chess.
But it's hard to say—when the other side comes in, who will be the first target?
However, it seems more likely that it will be ganged up on by the creator pantheon.
During the Cold Dew season, there's nothing to do but shrug your shoulders.
He reached out and cleared away the fog in front of him.
Those clouds aren't real clouds, but rather visual projections of the barriers between the multiverses.
A translucent, flowing curtain, like a veil fluttering in the wind.
He took a step forward and reappeared in the world of existence.
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The frog image is still nearby.
His doll-like figure floated in the void, his glowing eyes staring intently at Hanlu, his whole being craning its neck like a pet waiting to be fed.
A thick notebook and a pen had appeared in his hands at some point.
It wasn't one of those divine, conceptual, glittering pens, but just an ordinary ballpoint pen that costs two yuan in a supermarket.
It wasn't one of those divine, conceptual, glittering pens, but just an ordinary ballpoint pen that costs two yuan in a supermarket.
He was prepared to record any words from the other party that might reveal secrets.
The pen tip hovered above the paper, trembling slightly, like a taut string.
Hanlu glanced at him.
Seriously—you're a god, do you really need to use such a crude writing style? Isn't it a bit too low-class?
But it's clear that FrogTu really doesn't want to let go of even the slightest possibility of a major future drama.
He sensed that Hanlu was definitely plotting something—a very grand plan, a very epic story, or even a very bold and audacious future.
His eyes—if those two glowing cataracts could be called eyes—were filled with a pleading, “Please tell me.”
Hanlu ignored him.
Clearly, everything still requires absolute secrecy.
Even though the relationship between the Observer and the Celestials isn't great, it still can't prevent the possibility of leaks.
So, under Frog's pleading gaze—
He flashed away in a streak of light.
Are you kidding me?
He has his own things to do; why is he chatting with that bald guy in front of him?
Frog's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
But he could only follow silently behind.
Follow from a distance.
Even without those absurd possibilities, every step the other party is taking right now is already a magnificent story in itself, isn't it?
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He followed the man, crossing the river.
It spans the entire starry sky.
The stars beneath my feet resemble a luminous river, meandering towards the unseen distance.
They traversed oceans of various multiverses—oceans not made of water, but woven from the stories of countless worlds, each wave a complete life story.
In the end, they landed—
My initial starting point.
Apocalyptic multiverse.
Oh, no, we should change the name.
After all, most of the "apocalypse" of this universe had already been wiped away by Hanlu's bare hands.
Those worlds that once burned are now covered in green meadows;
Those who once wept can now sleep peacefully.
The scar is still there, but it doesn't hurt anymore.
But actually, the universe isn't always smooth sailing.
Following in Hanlu's footsteps, Frog Diagram observes the calamity universe that has always been hidden beneath countless universes that have gradually become better.
His gaze pierced through layers of dimensional barriers, landing on a corner that had been deliberately hidden.
That universe is not large, it could even be said to be very small, so small that it is like a speck of dust in the vast multiverse.
But it exudes an unsettling aura—
It wasn't evil, nor was it horror; rather, it was something indescribable, chilling...absurdity.
Frog's eyes widened.
Uh.
How so?
Upon reaching the outer reaches of this universe, he had already foreseen its entire fate.
What the hell?
Deadpool slaughters the Marvel Universe?
His pen flew across the notebook a few times before stopping.
The big-headed doll's head slowly turned towards Hanlu, its glowing eyes filled with the message, "Do you have some serious illness?"
Hanlu did not look at him.
He simply stood in that void, looking at that small universe enveloped by countless layers of seals, the corners of his mouth slowly widening in a smile.
"Interesting," he said.
The voice was very soft, so soft it sounded like talking to oneself.
Lucurgos stood behind him, silent. The Saber was still gnawing on a chicken leg, the grease on his lips glistening in the starlight.
Wa Tu held the pen, hovering it above the paper, neither daring to put it down nor lift it up.
The universe spins beneath your feet.
Starlight streamed overhead.
And that sealed, tiny, absurd universe waits quietly in its deepest depths.
Waiting for the person who is meant to come.