Chapter 391： The final prelude to the DC multi-war (Part 2)

DC dreamland, multiverse.

No matter where in the universe, every intelligent creature can see dozens of scenes floating in the sky when looking up.

Each scene corresponds to a different participating team. From the perspective of God, you can see what happened in the entire origin labyrinth battlefield.

Next, all the conditions of the game may directly determine the future of the multiverse in the next billion years.

At this time, one of the scenes was a silver-haired young man and a man in dark armor on a silver skateboard.

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With super hearing and eyesight, Yimeng, the incarnation of the ancient Doomsday, can perceive the whole world. At this time, in the empty and dark origin maze battlefield, besides himself, he can only perceive one black runner who is in the same camp as the Almighty.

"This game is not good for us." The black runner hovered in the middle of the maze on a silver skateboard, whispering.

"Oh, why do you say that?"

Yimeng glanced at the black runner.

"You should know that being selected by the Almighty has more or less unique abilities bestowed by the Almighty." The black runner said: "This competition seems to be a battle between the strong in the multiverse, but it is actually also a contest between the Almighty. Game in the dark."

"Like the creation goddess Popetua, she endowed her three sons with different powers. Although his three sons are all in multiple fields, if the power of the three is combined into one, they can also burst out the equivalent of omnipotence. strength."

"But don't worry. As far as I know, not all three sons of the Goddess of Creation have arrived in this competition. After all, even the Goddess of Creation can only choose two representative members at most."

"Don't talk nonsense." Yi Meng said calmly.

One of the sons of the Goddess of Creation, the anti-monitor, was killed by him with golden power.

However, according to death, the sons of the Goddess of Creation will not really die. Once they die, they will be resurrected in the sixth-dimensional universe. Therefore, this time the anti-surveillance is also one of the contestants.

"The abilities bestowed by each Almighty are different, but most of them are blessing power and energy. And the Almighty behind us—Death, bestows us with the power of immortality."

The black runner said hoarsely: "This ability is extremely incomprehensible even among all-rounders. However, in this competition, it is the most disadvantaged ability."

Yimeng understood what the black runner meant.

The power of immortality bestowed by death is absolutely unsolvable if used in battle.

But the first match at the moment is not a real battle. Even if the body will not die, once the body is broken by a competitor and deprived of the energy of origin, it will undoubtedly lose the qualification to advance.

Yimeng shook his head, he was an immortal body, death did not endow him with the power of immortality, and from the beginning he had no idea of ​​relying on the power of others.

"So, you know why death chose me as the second representative." The black runner said to Yimeng: "I have one of the best speed talents in the multiverse. Flow. With your strength, you can advance steadily in the first game..."

"You go."

Calm and cold words interrupted the black runner's speech.

"What do you mean?" The black runner stayed in the air.

He said in a deep voice: "I have a speed faster than the speed force! Death chose me to increase your fault tolerance and reverse the flow of time at critical moments."

"Don't make me repeat myself."

The eyes of Yimeng, the ancient destroyer, stared at the black runner obliquely above, "I'll give you ten seconds. If you don't leave here, I will kill you immediately and take away the energy of origin from your body." .”

The black runner was in shock: "You are crazy! We are teammates in the same camp, even if you take away the energy of origin from me, you won't be able to advance!"

"Ten, nine, eight..." Yi Meng ignored the black runner and started counting.

When he read "seven", the black runner finally couldn't stand it any longer. He stepped on the silver skateboard and turned into a black streamer, rubbing against the wall of the maze of origin, and disappeared thousands of miles away in an instant. Corner on one side.

"It's pretty fast."

Yimeng looked at the direction in which the black runner was leaving, her fighting spirit restrained.

He was really not joking just now, if the black runner is still here after ten seconds, he will immediately eliminate him!

Still the same sentence, the ancient ruin day does not need comrades-in-arms, only enemies!

After knowing the rules of the first game, Yi Meng thought of something. It seems that there is a hidden mechanism in team battles—

If someone can eliminate teammates, including other competitors' maze owners, within three days of the first match. Then there is no need to compare in the future competitions, he is the final multi-competition winner!

Even if Yi Meng didn't do this, someone must have thought of this and took action!

So, even the 'teammates' of the same all-around camp are hidden competitors!

Just now, if Yi Meng hadn't given death a face and had already eliminated the black runner, how could he have been given a chance to escape.

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At this time, in the origin labyrinth battlefield, somewhere in the corner.

Appearing here at the same time are the two representative contestants chosen by the almighty Dr. Manhattan—Superboy Supreme and Old Superman.

"Tsk, it's really big here, and it was created with the material of the wall of origin that I hate the most." The Supreme Superboy floated in the air, his young and handsome face was full of disgust, he stroked his blond hair with hairspray, and looked at An elderly Superman in a silver battle suit.

"Brother, how do we cooperate next? Should we stay here and wait for someone to come over, or take the initiative to hunt other teams?"

"Are you listening to my arrangement?"

The old superman flew in mid-air, with a kind old face and a faint smile, his silver cloak fluttered in the wind, full of justice and affinity.

"You're older, of course I'll listen to you." The Superboy Superboy put his hands on his chest and nodded indifferently.

"Very well, then... die to me!"

The old Superman suddenly stretched out his right hand like lightning, and strangled the neck of the Supreme Superboy.

Superboy Prime didn't expect this. He opened his bloodshot eyes and held the old Superman's hand tightly with both hands, trying to break the old Superman's fingers holding his throat.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the old Superman's fingers remained motionless!

Although both are supermen, the strength of the opponent is far above him!

"Fuck you!"

Superboy Supreme spit out a sentence angrily, his eyes shot out hot gazes, and he rushed straight to the face of the nearby old Superman!

The old superman's eyes flashed, and he also shot out two silver-white sight lasers, which collided with the heat sight!

All of a sudden.

In the battlefield of the maze of origin, the bright lights of silver and red collide, and this is only one corner of the huge battlefield.