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"As long as you join Apocalypse, I can make the decision and give you the priority to use the mother box, and the source of grace between you and us will also be cancelled."

"You want me to serve that famous tyrant?" Donnie looked playful.

"You have to understand that not everyone can be a tyrant. In addition to strength, you must also have skills and talents. Those fools who have no ability to kill people indiscriminately have long since died." Steppenwolf said coldly.

"If I refuse, you will list me as a mortal enemy that must be killed?"

"If you still occupy the mother box, we will hunt you down first. The mother box is the treasure of Apocalypse and must not be controlled by outsiders," Steppenwolf said.

Donnie was lost in thought.

Surrender to Darkseid? To be honest, this is a very tricky move. No one knows when Darkseid will go crazy, and he will be dissected.

The temper of a tyrant is really not trustworthy, it has nothing to do with strength and skill.

As for the mother box... To be honest, although Downey controls the mother box, his authority is actually only about half. To further seize control of the mother box, a lot of time and knowledge are needed, at least X energy To figure it out.

This is a research that even Apocalypse has spent hundreds of millions of years not completing.

"Let Darkseid talk to me, let him come to see me, and I'll return the mother box to him." Downey suddenly sneered.

"If you really want to court death..." Steppenwolf also sneered.

Because Darkseid's clone can share the Omega effect, its combat power is much stronger than his Steppenwolf clone. No matter how bad it is, it is infinitely close to the level of eighth level. The new god Downey is only at level seven at present. Shake Darkseid head-on...

Steppenwolf calculated carefully, and was shocked to find that Downey's odds of winning were not low.

The plot gem, plus the unknown but undoubtedly the only prop...

Steppenwolf's mood suddenly became extremely bad, and he waved his thick arm, "You can do it yourself, you know what to say and what not to say."

Leaving those words behind, Steppenwolf sullenly prepared to leave.

As a result, Downey stopped him, drew a golden spark, and took out a... scythe and a large wriggling mass of flesh.

"I said that,

There is only one more kill to kill half of the people, I keep my word. "

Downey looked at Steppenwolf very seriously, with a murderous intent in his eyes, "A deal is a deal, and a war is a war."

The so-called deal is the news about the anti-life equation that Downey conveyed to Steppenwolf, and promised not to tell Darkseid.

But this doesn't mean that he will let the Steppenwolf go, and it's good to kill him.

Killing this Steppenwolf was enough to kill half of the people.

"You can't do this." The Steppenwolf's complexion changed, his anger welled up, and he roared.

"I can. The moment you appear in front of me, you are already an enemy."

Donnie sneered, slapped the sickle that was pretending to be dead, and then roughly pasted it with the wriggling lump of meat.

Immediately afterwards, a test tube appeared in the palm of his hand, and it stabbed hard into the meatball.

"Bon voyage, Steppenwolf."

Downey smiled strangely, and then pointed the sickle at the Steppenwolf, carrying billions of tons of energy index, and threw it like a spear.

The huge lightning hit the Steppenwolf first, causing the Steppenwolf to stagnate for a moment, and then, the huge mass of flesh slammed into the Steppenwolf, almost smashing his body to pieces.

The mass of flesh squirmed wildly, and the sickle wrapped inside also changed suddenly, and a wave of will woke up from slumber.

"Fufuhu, I, General Deathblade, finally waited until today! I knew it! My plan to pretend to be dead was perfect, and no one knew my secret! Even Donnie was fooled by me!"

"Freedom! This is the breath of freedom!!!"

"I, General Deathblade, am hanging like this!!!... Hey, who the hell are you?"

The brand-new General Deathblade smoothly lost control of the unconscious fleshy mass, reorganized his body according to the fleshy mass's instinct, and looked at the Steppenwolf that was almost cut in half by him with a vague soul.

At the beginning, their dark sect attacked Cybertron under the order of Thanos, but they were destroyed, and General Deathblade was also killed, but because his body is a scythe instead of a body, so he survived in a sleepy way. until now.

Screams and curses roared out from Steppenwolf's mouth. In a rage, he grabbed the unformed General Deathblade with his thick arms, and was about to tear him apart with his last breath.

It's a pity that he has no strength anymore. He was half-dead by the lightning blasted out of the mother box, and General Deathblade passively gave him a fatal blow.

Once again, Steppenwolf died at Downey's hands again.

Then, without waiting for the new body to take shape, Downey immediately threw them together on the Apocalypse.

"Well, it's half enough now..."

Downey sat on the chair, and glanced at the remaining guys indifferently, "Go away, let you die today, and when you return to your hometown, tell you the beings in the world, the god who spared your life Only, the great God of Cybertron!"

"I want my name to resound throughout the multiverse from now on."

"I want my glory to be praised by every life from now on."

"Go away, you lowly trash!"

Downey bared his sharp teeth, and his icy voice was accurately conveyed into the minds of each individual, like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, and the bombardment was so fierce that they couldn't help vomiting blood.

Many surviving lucky bugs fled in a hurry, escaped from this universe in embarrassment, and returned to their respective worlds.

They will never forget that a new god slaughtered them like a dog, and the bones of 2,142 strong men established the dignity of the new god.

The entire dilapidated universe was on the verge of collapse, and suddenly fell into silence for a while.

Life is extinct, blood is pouring back, physics is collapsing, and this universe is heading for death.

But what is more terrifying than death is the death that controls death.

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"Brilliant job Donnie, amazing."

Death appeared silently, like a ghost. The large black robe was similar to Downey's attire. The face under the hood showed pale bones, and countless dead souls were wailing.

"I've been waiting for you, death." Downey grinned, sitting comfortably on the Mobius chair, crossing his hands, leaning comfortably on the back, calmly looking at the man responsible for maintaining the balance of the multiverse. top gods.

"Everyone who waits for me and embraces me will fall into my arms, even you, Donnie. You are better than I imagined, and the speed of evolution is beyond my expectation, but this is not counted What, the better you are, the more gratified I am."

Death beckoned, and Thanos suddenly appeared beside her, with a burly purple body, a silent expression, and that indistinct cold and numb gaze.

Then, death gently caressed Thanos' strong and thick chest like an intimate lover. With a light force, she poked it in with both hands, blood splashed, and the red color flowed down like a waterfall.