In the early morning, drizzle fell from the sky, covering the sky above the city of Gotham with a layer of white smoke.
The damp and cold feeling was enough to wake up any homeless person or drunkard lying on the roadside, and they would rush to find a place to shelter from the rain.
A group of homeless children and teenagers were gathered in the corridor of the alley, surrounding an iron barrel found from somewhere and burning wood for warmth. On top was a black iron pot, in which was cooked expired food picked up from the restaurant's trash can.
Although the living environment was extremely harsh, their faces were very calm and they were even in the mood to joke with each other.
On the other side of the alley, under the street lights close to the avenue, you can also see a large number of scantily clad women posing.
If someone is interested in it, they will stop to ask the price, and then find a small hotel or simply take care of their physical needs in the car.
A large number of bars, hotels, restaurants, nightclubs and mobile food trucks that are open at night are scattered on both sides of the street, providing various services to the wealthy people who come here to have fun.
The thriving scene and the relaxed expressions on people's faces seemed out of place in the traditional Gotham City.
Because everyone who lives in this city knows that Gotham is never safe at night.
Sometimes, even walking through a dark street may result in being robbed more than three times. Beautiful women with less luck may be raped or even trafficked. If you are even more unlucky and encounter organ traffickers, it is likely that even survival is a luxury.
After all, when it comes to black and gray industries, if Gotham dares to claim to be second, there is no other city in the world that dares to claim to be first.
And this is just a "normal" crime aimed at making money and venting desires.
If you encounter those "abnormal" lunatics, perverts and psychopaths, then congratulations, you will then experience the special programs that can only be experienced in Gotham City.
But now, there is no criminal activity at all in this area that was once controlled by gangs.
Even pickpocketing, theft, and smuggling, which are not even considered crimes in Gotham, have completely disappeared.
The reason for this incredible situation is very simple: it is a new order established by powerful force and naked and undisguised threat of death.
Although the gang leaders here once wanted to join hands with government departments to implement embargoes, quarantines and other measures to teach this ignorant outsider a lesson.
But before they could put it into practice, the person who proposed the idea and several of the most proactive people were hung on their doorsteps the next day.
After the deaths of seven gang leaders, two mayors, more than thirty government officials and hundreds of police officers, all parties acquiesced to the existence of Sun Knight Davidian and his rule over the area.
Gotham is a really magical place.
If other cities had done the same thing, they would have already attracted intervention from powerful government departments.
But the residents here have long been accustomed to it.
It's just the death of a mayor, some high-ranking officials, police officers and gang leaders. It's not a big deal.
If dozens or hundreds of people don't die one day, can Gotham still be called Gotham?
So killing and death are never a problem here.
The real problem is uncontrollability.
No one knows who Davian is, or what he wants to do.
That nearly invincible and terrifying power is not even inferior to that of Superman in Metropolis.
The most terrifying thing is that he does not have superhuman weaknesses and self-restraint. When faced with provocations, his reactions are even more brutal and ruthless than those of gangsters. It is like a sword of Damocles hanging over everyone's head, and no one knows when it will suddenly fall.
Since getting rid of it is no longer feasible, we naturally have to find a way to pull it into the existing system, turning it from an "unreasonable and dangerous enemy" into "one of our own with common interests."
In order to achieve this goal, the ruling families in the underworld, including Falcone, Maroni, and Cobert, all began to reach out to the area controlled by Davian, changing their previous style of doing both black and white business and starting to do legal business honestly.
However, they did this not to make money, but to find out Davian's weaknesses, preferences, and personality, and then find ways to turn him into someone like themselves.
Right now, for example, a bar owner is trying to stuff a wad of bills into Davian's hands.
Because it is the tradition and rule of Gotham City to hand over a portion of the profits to the gang boss who rules the neighborhood.
In return, the gangsters would step in to solve any trouble the bar encountered.
It doesn't matter whether the trouble comes from drunk guests, other gangsters or the police.
Many times, there is no need to even urge them, the operators will take the initiative to come to your door to collect the payment.
Otherwise, once people find out that their store is not protected by gangs, all kinds of robberies and thefts will immediately follow, and they may even lose their lives.
Obviously, the gangs in Gotham City hope to corrupt Davian little by little in this way, so that he can taste the power and money and eventually degenerate into one of "their own people".
But unfortunately, they obviously miscalculated this time.
Because power and wealth are things that hold great temptation for mortals, the Sun Knight had already tasted them.
After all, he was Zuo Si's longest-serving and most trusted follower, no doubt about it.
When he was in the West Coast Empire of the continent of Faerun, he could even directly exercise the emperor's supreme power that was above all laws.
In comparison, in Davian's eyes, there is no essential difference between the gangs and the Thieves Guild. No matter how elegantly they disguise themselves and how much they resemble the upper class, they are still not presentable.
So he did not hesitate to reject those who were lining up to pay protection fees or to please him, and walked slowly towards an old house that served as a temporary residence.
Sudden!
A young woman in a dark purple dress and black stockings walked out of the darkness with a shy smile on her face. She was holding a thermos box in her hand and said in a rather nervous tone, "Sir, you must be hungry at this late hour, right? I just happened to have a pot of beef soup. If you don't mind, you can have some."
It has to be said that when a beautiful woman like this, who has both a beautiful face and a sexy body, takes the initiative to deliver food to your door and clearly expresses her admiration, it would probably be difficult for most men with normal sexual orientation to refuse.
Because it is determined at the genetic level.
Even a strong-willed person would politely decline the offer out of consideration for his wife and family who would not be able to resist the temptation.
But Davian just glanced at the other person, and then put on a cold look and refused: "Sorry, since I have been poisoned several times before, I will no longer eat food sent by strangers. Also, don't hang around in front of my house in the future."
"You doubt me?"
The woman covered her mouth with a look of shock and grievance, and her eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of mist. Her weak and pitiful appearance made people want to hold her in their arms and take good care of her.
"Go away! Don't make me waste any more breath."
Davian's pupils began to emit a dazzling golden light like the sun. The terrifying aura frightened the woman so much that she couldn't help but shiver and hurriedly ran into the depths of the dark alley in her high heels.
After running about two or three hundred meters, she tore off her disguise, threw the thermos box of beef soup into the trash can, and then took out her phone and dialed a number, cursing in a low voice with gritted teeth: "Damn it! That bastard is simply not a man! I have already hinted so clearly, but not only did he not react at all, he also wanted to kill me. Maybe he has already known my true identity."
“Calm down!
If Davian was so easy to handle, your boss wouldn't spend a lot of money to hire a professional like you.
Besides, the fact that he didn't kill you directly shows that he is still unclear about the relationship between us.
Otherwise you would be a corpse by now."
A man's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Fuck! What should I do now? According to what he said, if I get any closer I might get killed."
The woman had lost all of her previous elegance, shyness, and timidity, and instead looked more like an angry shrew.
Of course, this is her truest side.
What she did just now was just a disguise in order to win the trust and favor of her target. In essence, it was no different from a prostitute pretending to be satisfied in order to please her clients. It was all for the money.
"Wait a moment, I'll go ask the boss."
As he spoke, light footsteps were heard from the other end of the line.
The woman stood there and let out a long breath, forcing herself to recover from her anxiety.
Just as she was about to take out a cigarette and light it, she suddenly felt a cold hand pressing on her slender neck, and at the same time a creepy voice came to her ears.
"Smoking is not a good habit. Do you know that people who smoke for a long time will have a disgusting smell in their blood? It would be a pity if the blood of a beautiful person like you was polluted."
Before he finished speaking!
The woman felt a wet tongue passing through the carotid artery in her neck, and finally gently biting the sensitive left earlobe.
In a flash!
An intense stimulation that could not be described in words rushed directly into her brain, making her experience unprecedented pleasure. Her eyes gradually became blurred, and she subconsciously opened her mouth slightly and let out rapid gasps.
But just one second later, a pale face suddenly emerged from the darkness. It opened its mouth and pierced the carotid artery in the neck with its sharp canine teeth. Then it greedily sucked the blood gushing out of the blood vessel, without even a drop falling on its shoulders or clothes.
Gradually...
The woman's skin became paler and paler, her body temperature became lower and lower, and finally her heart stopped beating. She stared blankly ahead with her two big eyes, and completely turned into a corpse.
At this moment, a majestic voice suddenly came from the phone that fell to the ground.
"Hey! Irene, are you there?"
"I'm sorry, but your little beauty can't talk now."
The vampire queen Badi picked up the phone on the ground and responded with lingering emotion, then threw the pale corpse to the side of the road.
"What? Who are you? How dare you kill my people!" the man asked angrily.
Unfortunately, Badi didn't want to respond. He just crushed the phone and threw it into the trash can. He turned around and looked at the figure who appeared at the entrance of the alley in the distance. He raised the corner of his mouth and asked with a smile: "When did you arrive?"
"Since you started sucking that woman's blood. Why did you come to Gotham? If I remember correctly, your activities should be in Metropolis."
The black shadow walked two steps forward on the puddles on the ground, slowly revealing Davian's tall and strong figure.
Apparently, in this world the diary arranged for the two of them to be partners.
"Because I have already got what the master wants."
As she spoke, the Vampire Queen pulled out two magically preserved test tubes from her pocket, one of which contained a white translucent viscos liquid, while the other contained dark red blood.
Davian was immediately surprised when he saw this scene: "You got Superman's genetic material and blood so quickly?"
Badi nodded proudly: “That’s right.
This task was actually much easier than I thought.
Although that god on earth possessed nearly invincible power, his resistance to magic was very poor.
Not even as good as ordinary people with strong will.
I only used simple charm and illusion to make him fall deeply into the erotic dream and unable to extricate himself.
Finally, add a little bit of green kryptonite spray, and you can easily get what countless people want.
Not only that!
Superman's blood also allowed me to complete a transformation in my life level.
From now on, the sun is no longer a threat to me, but a source of great strength."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Badi's feet left the ground and floated in the air. His two deep and dark eyes suddenly shot out black light, directly burning a big hole in the ground.
"You gained Superman's powers by drinking his blood? And you didn't get burned to ashes?"
Davian was stunned on the spot.
Because as the Sun Knight, he knew very well that Superman's body was like a huge stellar battery, and his blood, like his own, was filled with amazing energy.
This thing is definitely the most deadly poison in the world for vampires.
Even a vampire queen like Badi would explode on the spot if she dared to take a sip. There was absolutely no room for negotiation.
This should be true not only for vampires, but also for all undead creatures that are powered by negative energy and death energy.
"Because I have this..."
Badi slowly pulled out an amber pendant from under his tights.
Although the pendant had been burned black by some unknown force, Davian, with his superhuman vision and perception, could still see a creature inside that looked like a twisted, swollen baby.
The evil god - Atropal!
He recognized this horrible undead creature that was sealed by Zuo Si almost at a glance, and also recalled that Atropal was bred by the ancient sun god of the continent of Faerun - Saint Amaunator.
This means that the evil god should have inherited some power related to the sun priesthood to some extent, and should be able to withstand and even dissolve the huge stellar energy contained in Superman's blood.
Thinking of this, Davian showed a thoughtful expression: "I see. The master and his identity had already anticipated all this, so he handed the evil spirit to you in advance."
"That's right! Atropal was originally my child.
It was only natural to let him reunite with his mother.
Now, I am a quasi-godlike being with the power of the sun, just like you.
It's just that you represent the positive side of light and hope, while I represent the completely different negative side.
Perhaps this is exactly what the master wants to see.”
As she spoke these words, a look of deep awe and worship emerged on the beautiful yet pale face of the Vampire Queen Badi.
She had never thought that one day she would be able to use the evil spirit she had given birth to become a powerful quasi-god, and even catch up with Davian, a Sun Knight who could compete with real gods.
Most importantly, Superman, who is regarded as the most powerful creature on earth in this universe, has now completely become a plaything in her hands.
What matters is that she is willing to control this powerful Son of Krypton at any time and take a completely opposite path.
"So... your mission is complete?"
There was a hint of envy in Davian's tone.
Compared to wandering around without a clear goal at all, he obviously prefers to carry out simple and clear missions like the Vampire Queen.
Even if I have to fight the Superman named Clark Kent, it doesn't matter.
Badi smiled and nodded: "Yes, I have completed my task.
Before receiving other instructions, I can do whatever I want in this world, as long as it does not violate the basic principles set by the master.
I have actually converted some rich and powerful guys in the Mets.
When those old men learned that they could not only restore their youthful bodies but also achieve immortality, they all wanted to kneel down and lick my boots, begging me to transform them into my descendants.
I am here today to give you these two things.
If there is nothing else, I will go back first.
If you need help, remember to use magic to communicate, and never use electronic devices such as mobile phones and telephones that can be easily monitored.
According to well-informed sources, you are now being paid special attention by a special department of the US government."
After saying that, the Vampire Queen threw the test tube containing genetic material and blood to Davian, and quickly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
As a high elf wizard like Erinikas, her magical ability is actually not much worse than the former.
However, due to the influence of the vampire's endless desire for blood, he gradually lost the most important rationality and calmness as a wizard, and preferred close combat in order to control the target and suck the opponent's blood.
Now that he had become a quasi-divine power, the negative influence of bloodthirstiness had completely disappeared, and he naturally regained his magical abilities.
Especially against Superman, magic is really useful.
"Using the blood of gods, vampires, and supermen to create a black sun? Master will still make full use of the resources at hand as before."
Davian muttered something to himself, then released a scorching flame to burn the female corpse on the ground to ashes. He then summoned the planeswalker who was completely transformed by the oil to send the two things away, and returned to his residence alone, lying on the bed with his eyes closed to rest.
Although he no longer needs sleep to restore his strength and energy, in order to play the role of a "normal person", he still tries to lie down for six to eight hours a day.
Time flies and the night passes quickly.
The reason why it was tense and exciting was that it was only nine o'clock in the morning and the news broadcast reported a bank robbery in progress and a fire in two warehouses in the port terminal area.
The former is a traditional repertoire of Gotham City.
Almost every few days, some "hero" who wants to get rich overnight would appear from nowhere and plan to rob a bank.
So everyone has become accustomed to it.
Looking at the footage shot live on TV, you can see that both the bank clerks who were robbed and the customers who were accidentally dragged into the robbery were unusually calm.
One of the older guys even reminded the robbers to pay attention to the time.
According to the experience summed up by Ram, the great sage and master of the bank robbery industry, the most important thing in this business is to never be greedy. No matter how much you rob, you must leave before the police car arrives.
Of course, what's more important is that the old man doesn't want the robbers to be blocked by the police and unable to escape.
Once the two sides come to a standoff, all the people in the bank will inevitably be taken hostage.
At that time, it will not only be the banks and insurance companies that need to bear the risks, but also your own life.
The masked robbers were quite particular and before leaving they secretly stuffed a stack of cash into the old man's handbag as a token of their gratitude.
Such a harmonious scene could probably only be staged in a magical place like Gotham.
The entire robbery process was smooth and pleasing to the eye. Even the escape route was planned in advance, perfectly avoiding the routes of patrol cars on every street. It was obvious that the plan was made in advance, after careful observation and calculation, highlighting a Ram-like rigor.
If Batman hadn't intervened, this bank robbery would most likely have gone to waste.
Given the level of corruption and efficiency of the Gotham City Police Department, there is absolutely no possibility of solving the case.
In comparison, the fire in the dock warehouse was much more boring, and it was probably related to the fight between gangs.
"This place is rotten to the core and there's no hope of saving it."
Davian stared at the news report on TV and couldn't help but complain.
Even though he had been in Gotham for several months, he still couldn't fully adapt to the chaotic situation.
Just as he got dressed and was about to go out to buy some breakfast, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Immediately afterwards, a slightly childish voice came through the crack in the door.
"Sir, are you awake?"
Davian subconsciously walked to the door and opened it, which was not locked at all, and saw a boy in tattered clothes.
He vaguely remembered that half a month ago, when he was passing by an alley, he rescued a child who was almost molested by a pedophile.
Later, the homeless child made a living by shining shoes, delivering newspapers and milk on the streets nearby.
Although it sounds a bit pitiful and hard, at least there is no problem filling your stomach and your safety is guaranteed to a certain extent.
Just when Davian was wondering why the boy suddenly came to see him, he suddenly saw a silver customized supercar parked not far away, and Bruce Wayne sitting in the car and waving at him.
Unlike when he likes to play deep and mysterious with the mask on at night, when he takes off the mask during the day, he is not only sunny and cheerful in a suit, but also quite handsome and popular with women.
Just look at the women on the streets who are attracted by romantic interests and you will know how popular this richest man and famous playboy in Gotham City is.
It is estimated that many of them dream of being able to hook up with a rich man and achieve class advancement.
Even if things don't work out, you can still have a one-night stand and get a valuable check.
As for that cool supercar worth millions of dollars, it may be a bit too high-profile for others.
But for Bruce Wayne it's just right, even a little low-key.
At least it's far inferior to his Batmobile.
Seeing that the real owner had appeared, the master immediately jumped out of the car, stuffed ten hundred-dollar bills into the boy's hand, and then smiled and stretched out his right hand: "Good morning, Mr. Davian. I'm Bruce Wayne, I believe you have heard of this name."
“Of course I’ve heard of it.
After all, in Gotham City, it is not easy not to know the only heir of the Wayne family.
But what I don't understand is, why did you come to me? I don't remember any intersection with you or the Wayne Organization. "
Davian obviously knew that the guy in front of him was Batman, so he simply ignored the other party's right hand that was extended in friendship.
Bruce Wayne could only withdraw his hand upon seeing this, and responded nonchalantly, "Of course it's for investment and business.
Just because there was no intersection in the past doesn’t mean there will be no intersection in the future.
You should know that the neighborhood you now rule has become the fastest growing economic hotspot in Gotham City.
On behalf of the Wayne Group, I hope to purchase some land here, demolish all those old houses and rebuild higher-rise apartments, shopping centers and commercial pedestrian streets.
If everything goes well, some high value-added industries and factories will be set up here.
In short, I hope to work with you to build the surrounding area into the richest and most prosperous neighborhood in Gotham, and make it a benchmark."
"What does this have to do with me? I'm neither the owner of the land nor a government official." Davian asked with a sneer.
“But you are the recognized ruler of the neighborhood.
Only with your commitment will I dare to invest heavily.
Otherwise, safety issues cannot be guaranteed at all.
In return, I can set up a separate company and give you 20% of the shares.
And you’ll also gain the friendship of the Wayne family.”
Bruce bluntly stated the excuse he had been thinking of all night.
Needless to say, he plans to "use billions of dollars to get close to people" and use a lot of money to stun the other party, and then find a way to get some useful information and intelligence.
But unfortunately, the master chose the wrong person this time.
Instead of accepting it happily as he expected, Davian showed a look of disdain: “You got three things wrong.
First, I am not the ruler of this area, and I have no interest in collecting protection fees like those rubbish gangsters.
Second, your investment and friendship are worthless in my eyes.
Last but not least, don’t think that I won’t recognize you if you take off your mask.
I still say that you are sick, and you are seriously ill."
moment!
Bruce Wayne's face changed drastically.
Maybe others couldn't understand the meaning of "take off the mask", but how could he not know that it referred to his other identity "Batman".
Fortunately, the strong psychological quality he had cultivated over a long period of time did not make the old man lose his composure. Instead, he raised his head and asked, "How did you recognize me?"
"It's simple, the soul. Maybe you can change your voice, body odor, appearance, habits and behavior patterns through some means, but the soul can never be changed. So forget about this boring little trick."
Davian gave him a look that said he would take care of himself, then turned around and went back into the house.
In his opinion, exposing the identity was enough to make the other party give up.
But Bruce Wayne shamelessly blocked the door with his hand and followed him into the house. While looking at the surrounding displays, he continued to ask with interest: "You said you are not the ruler of this area, so why do you fight crime by killing people? Aren't you doing this to make this place a better place?"
"No, I just don't want to have too much dog poop piled up outside my house, so I just cleaned it up a little bit."
Davidian made a very apt analogy, and at the same time he picked up a cup, poured a glass of water and placed it on the table.
Although he disliked the master very much and even thought he was sick, he still maintained the most basic etiquette.
“Shit? That’s a really great metaphor.
But why did you reject my investment?
Since we regard this place as our own doorstep, we should hope that it will become more prosperous.
What's more, you can make a lot of money from it and even successfully enter the upper class.
Don't you have any desire for money, fame, luxury cars, yachts, private jets, and beautiful women?"
Bruce Wayne sat down on the sofa and asked curiously.
Because the Sun Knight was too mysterious to him. Not only was there no information about his identity and background, but even his preferences and desires in daily life were not revealed much.
This made the master, who relied heavily on intelligence to make targeted arrangements, feel very uncomfortable and even had no idea where to start.
Davian replied nonchalantly: “I didn’t reject your investment, I just simply didn’t want to get involved.
As for money, the cash I looted from those gangsters was enough to last me for a while.
As for the high society, fame, and luxury goods you mentioned, I have no interest in them.
I can find beautiful women whenever I want.
My request is actually very simple, just to quietly maintain this peaceful life now."
“Okay, I think I understand.
The reason you refused is that you think I'm a trouble and a psychopath.
What you want is peace and quiet.
If you don't mind, could you tell me who you are? I have searched all the databases on the Internet, but I can't find even a copy of your birth certificate.
Normally, someone with your great power should not remain unknown.
Unless you are an alien, or a test subject who escaped from some unknown secret laboratory."
Bruce Wayne looked into the Sun Knight's eyes and asked the question that concerned him most.
"Don't you know that it's annoying to pry into other people's past and privacy? Besides, I have no obligation to tell you this."
Davian retorted bluntly.
He wouldn't be stupid enough to reveal any information about himself to this old bastard in front of him.
After all, Batman is one of the very few people who can make Zuo Si feel a little afraid.
"Oh - what a shame, I thought we could be friends."
Seeing that he couldn't get any useful information, Bruce Wayne sighed with regret and stood up from the sofa.
Davian couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and he said sarcastically while laughing: "I'm sorry, I don't want to be friends with a psychopath like you. Because if I become your enemy, the worst I can do is get beaten up and locked up, but if I become your friend, the consequences will be much more serious."
How bad is it to be Batman's friend? Just look at the endings of the previous Robins.
And we have to endure him collecting all kinds of information and intelligence behind the scenes, and formulating a series of anti-XX plans as if he were treating an enemy.
If these plans were stolen, his so-called "friends" would face a huge risk of defeat or even death.
The most important thing is that this guy is a mentally ill person who adheres to the principle of not killing.
This also means that the dangerous enemies he captures will always have the possibility of making a comeback.
The most typical examples are the "high-end talents" in "Arkham Vocational and Technical College", one or two of which emerge every once in a while.
The ones who will be unlucky then will be either innocent people or those friends who have a close relationship with Batman.
Therefore, the first rule to avoid trouble and live well in Gotham City is to stay away from Batman, never have any contact with him, and never develop any feelings of respect or admiration for him.
Otherwise, you never know when you return home one day and find a lunatic with a clown face intending to use your life as a bet to play a game with his ex-lover.
There is no doubt that Davian's words were like a sharp knife stabbing into the master's already broken heart.
From the moment he put on the bat mask, he had lost too much because of his adherence to the principle of not killing, and pain that could not be described in words instantly surged into his heart.
Am I really wrong?
Bruce Wayne asked himself a soul-searching question in his heart.
After a moment's silence, he turned around and walked out as if nothing had happened. A few minutes later, he started his sports car and disappeared at the end of the street.
Standing at the window sill and watching the silver sports car leave, Davian couldn't help but chuckled and sighed, "What a poor fellow who has been brainwashed by values.
I have clearly demonstrated this with practical actions, but he is still struggling with the law and morality.
They simply don't understand that law, morality, and justice are just abstract concepts defined by humans.
They are neither absolute nor sacred, and are always changing with the changes in social environment and people's concepts.
Most importantly, a society that is corrupt from the root cannot be restored to normal through self-correction and cleansing. History has proven this countless times.
Especially the law, which often does not represent justice but instead becomes a protective umbrella for crime.
In other words, redefine the illegal behavior to be legal.
If you want to change, you can either start a bottom-up uprising to completely overthrow the existing system, kill all the vested interests, and build a new order by redistributing wealth;
Either use powerful external forces to destroy the source of corruption with thunder and lightning, and then correct it bit by bit through deterrence and sand mixing.
Whatever, let this guy do whatever he wants, I have nothing to do with what this city becomes anyway."
…
At the same time, far away in the laboratory of Mutahar's floating city.
Diary handed the superhuman genes and blood he had just obtained to Zuo Si's first researcher, the Blue Magic Judge of New Phyrexia, Jinjitasha, and said with a very serious expression on his face: "I think you should know what this means, right?"
"Of course! I will first use artificial insemination technology to cultivate a few experimental individuals, and then combine the original gene samples, magic cloning technology, gene adjustment and transformation fusion technology, and finally add the perfection of the sparkling oil to create the strongest legion."
Jinji Tasha took the two test tubes with unparalleled excitement and excitement in her tone.
Ever since he learned of Superman's great potential, he has been looking forward to conducting corresponding experiments.
Now that I have finally got what I have dreamed of, I will naturally start implementing the plan without further ado.
"Be careful! I don't want to see the experimental subjects you cultivated rebel and mess up this place."
The diary gave a serious reminder.
He was now really a little afraid that a group of Kryptonians who were extremely powerful, invulnerable to swords and guns, whose eyes could shoot out heat vision that could melt steel and whose mouths could emit ultra-low temperatures would suddenly rush out of the laboratory and start killing people.
"Don't worry, we have learned that this race's biggest weakness is its lack of magic resistance.
When the time comes, we can just control it with the charm spell.
What's more, the great father of New Phyrexia has granted me the right to use the new model of spark oil.
Once their souls are perfected, they will become the most loyal servants of their masters and will never have even the slightest consciousness of resistance. "
After saying that, Jinjitasha grinned and let out a creepy laugh, then handed the test tube containing genetic material to his assistant.
After receiving it, the latter immediately took out a little and put it into the petri dish, and the rest was directly sent into the safe specially used to store the most precious experimental materials and locked up.
In less than half an hour, dozens of fertilized eggs appeared in the artificial womb.
Superman probably never dreamed that he would have dozens of offspring without realizing it...
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