Before leaving, he kicked Deadpool, kicked him off the platform, and then spat fiercely below.
After teleporting away once more, Duke appeared on the rooftop of a residential building in the distance. He used his telekinesis to absorb several pieces of clothing, refined them into a shirt and trousers and put them on. Feeling that something was missing, he made a white coat.
Duke felt constipated just thinking about encountering unreliable two-way plugs twice in a row. He raised the ring inlaid with space gems, exhaled, wiped it devoutly and said, "What Allah, God, Bodhisattva Buddha, Jade Emperor, Sanqing, Daozu and so on, bless you devout believers, don't meet Deadpool next time!"
After saying this, the magic power merged into the ring and he once again embarked on a journey through time and space.
It’s still the moon...Okay, no more nonsense!
Duke learned his lesson this time. He did not pick a Qi at random, but chose a familiar Qi and teleported to the other party's side.
The person he chose was none other than Steve. When he sensed the captain's aura, he had the urge to leave. However, he decided to go and have a look first, hoping that he would get something unexpected.
The old man named Uncle Ben opened his dim eyes, looked at the young man with longing, and said weakly: "Peter...with great power...greater responsibility!"
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Avengers Tower in New York! When Duke appeared next to Steve, he was covered in blood. He stared at Steve, who was cut in half by the shield and whose mouth was still spurting blood. He was confused for a moment.
On the back side of the moon, Duke, who was crossing for the fourth time, was floating cross-legged in the air, looking at the blue earth in front of him, hesitant and indescribably entangled.
Duke turned around and walked over to Uncle Ben, squatting down and placing his hand over the wound on his uncle's body. "You chose me among the crowd, so it seems your uncle is not destined to die!"
Duke finally knew why Deadpool had his mouth sewn shut in the X-Men world.
Oh, and Iron Man! He was beheaded by a blade, and his head was sitting on the desk.
"Fuck, I finally got rid of that pervert! Sure enough, this is the correct way to open the Space Gem!" Duke's eyes moistened and he almost cried.
In this world, there are not so many worries. There are only a limited number of strong people. If everything goes well, he will know where it is immediately. If he is unlucky, he can get it done by teleporting twice more.
The corpses of the cows were piled on top of each other, and the whole room looked like a superhero slaughterhouse, emitting waves of disgusting bloody stench.
“But you saved…”
With a crisp click, Deadpool pushed open the door on the roof and pointed his knife at Duke: "Dude, do we know each other? Why do I always feel that we have been honest with each other? Damn it, tell me who was behind that night! Was it you or me?"
"Huh!?" Spider-Man was confused. Is this so hard to recognize?
His extremely bad luck was enough to prove that he was not favored by the world.
"Hey man, we meet again!" Deadpool tilted his head, and after three seconds he asked in confusion: "Hey! Why did I say again?"
What's going on? Marvel's own son is kneeling? When he looked up and looked around, he immediately took a breath of cold air. Doctor Strange, Hawkeye, Thor, Natasha, the Fantastic Four, Wolverine, Ms. Marvel, Black Panther, Colossus, Storm, Daredevil, all the powerful men in Marvel, all fell in a pool of blood, dead, deader than dead.
Duke was silent for a while, then teleported to the top of the Avengers Building, staring at the sky in silence: "Among all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, is there not a single reliable one? Why are there only Deadpool in three consecutive worlds? Has he conquered all the worlds?"
Unfortunately, the cruel facts once again slapped us in the face. Ignoring the nature of things, violating the essential laws of the development of things, and imagining that things will develop according to our needs or likes and dislikes is all daydreaming!
Duke pushed through the crowd and saw his target. The owner of that aura, which was far more powerful than that of an ordinary person, was just a young man who had just reached adulthood. At this moment, he burst into tears, grabbed the hand of the shot old man, and cried bitterly, "I'm here, Uncle Ben!"
"Let me try one last time. If it's still Deadpool, I won't want the Space Stone anymore." Duke held the ring in his palm, and after thinking about it, he still couldn't bear to throw it away.
"Is it a superhero who broke in? Damn editor..." Deadpool cursed, sheathed his sword, turned and left the Avengers Building. There were still many heroes waiting for him to harvest.
Spider-Man was stunned. Born and raised in science, he had never seen such a fantastic medical method. Infected by the mutant spider, he was resilient and quickly regained consciousness, exclaiming: "Are you God?"
Peter Parker is a household name superhero, and it's already miserable enough, so please stop bashing him! Duke cursed inwardly. Although he is not Deadpool, Spider-Man also wears a red tights, and his mouth cannon attribute is not much worse. Just as he turned to leave, Spider-Man suddenly stepped in front of Duke and begged as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw: "Are you a doctor?"
Duke had sharp ears and could hear clearly. Based on the conversations of passers-by, he learned that an elderly man had been attacked by a gunman.
Similar fantasies like, the opponent only has one bar of health left, watch me kill him by jumping over the tower to show off my skills; I just drank a bottle of beer, driving home will be so easy, etc.... It is impossible to succeed!
"Haha, America!" Duke laughed coldly. Sensing that the most powerful energy was in the center of the crowd, he couldn't help but move forward.
"Hey man, are you here to join the Avengers? Unfortunately, I have to tell you that they have just moved their headquarters to Hell. But it doesn't matter, the kind-hearted Uncle Deadpool will take you there personally. It's a one-way ticket to Hell, free of charge! As we have had in-depth communication before, Uncle Deadpool will not let you feel any pain... Just like that night, I will try to be gentle when I stab you!"
Deadpool Ma Dajindao sat in the boss chair, spinning on the ground, wiping the blade and humming a cheerful tune. Seeing Duke appearing by teleportation, his hand wiping the long sword paused for a moment.
"Where did that guy go?" Deadpool stood on the building, looking down at every street corner in New York, but found nothing. It was as if Duke had disappeared out of thin air.
Hearing this famous warning that resounded throughout the world, how could Duke not know where he was! The young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes is the representative of the poor mutant world, the originator and soul figure - Diaosi Man... ahem, it's Spider-Man. Little Spider indirectly killed his uncle, was penniless, turned against his brother, and his girlfriend cheated on him every now and then.
The earth below was calm and ordinary, but Duke was not dissatisfied at all. He selected the strongest breath in New York and disappeared instantly. New York, Queens!
After saying a bunch of nonsense, Deadpool quickly moved towards Duke and drew his sword to cut the aorta in his neck. A cold light flashed, and the two men stood side by side. Deadpool looked at the long sword that was not stained with a drop of blood, and turned around to find that what he cut was actually a residual shadow.
He patted Spider-Man on the shoulder with admiration in his eyes and praised him, "Young man, you have a good eye!"
Duke looked down and was mistaken for a doctor because of his white coat... No! Aren't dentists and anorectal doctors all doctors?
Generally speaking, the strongest person in each world is closely related to the fate of that world. Knowing their identities, you can quickly deduce which world it is.
Duke used the same method in the first three worlds. Unfortunately, there were many powerful people in those three worlds, so Duke could only draw lots and choose one at random. As a result, he lost three times in a row and lost without any temper.
Queens was in chaos at night, and nothing was surprising here. Duke landed on a dark street corner, and on the crosswalk in front of him, there was a crowd of people, three layers deep, and three layers deep. A police car was parked on the side of the road, and the police were calling for an ambulance while clearing the crowd.
Duke stood up, clapped his hands, put them in the pockets of his white coat, and said with a smile: "I am not God, on the contrary, I am the devil!"
Duke closed his eyes and sensed the earth in front of him, his face changed again. There were no zombies, no Marvel heroes, the earth in front of him was completely different from the previous ones, ordinary and full of vitality, and most importantly, there was no Deadpool on this earth.
Just as Spider-Man was about to retort, he suddenly realized that the people around him were unusually quiet. Seeing such a fantastic scene, there was not even a single cry of amazement. He looked into the crowd, and cold sweat ran down his forehead.
The crowd and the police stood there motionless, their pupils dilated and their eyes unfocused. It was as if an evil wizard had cast a spell on them, or as if the devil had taken their souls away, leaving only an empty shell.
"Just kidding!" Duke clapped his hands, "I'm just trying to scare you, don't take it seriously."
"This joke is not funny at all." Spider-Man forced a stiff smile and looked past Duke and swept over Uncle Ben.
(End of this chapter)