Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 232 How incredibly lonely it is to be invincible!

Hanlu gazed up at the sea of ​​stars, and gradually, he stretched out his palm. Soon, the space that should have been empty began to surge like waves on the surface of water.

A stalker stealthily appeared behind Hanlu once more, like a stalker, watching everything that was about to happen to the man. He didn't know what the other was going to do, but he was certain it would be another very exciting prelude.

As for Cold Dew?

I don't have much prejudice against this guy who can be considered a friend. After all, what I'm about to do is just a drop in the ocean compared to the rest of the universe. I don't care what the other person thinks.

After all, what he's doing must be right!

Absolutely right!

The Cold Dew solar term begins to spread its own concept as civilization, or rather, a kind of concept.

He gradually began to connect the countless cocoons that were gradually connecting the entire universe into one piece, and gradually used the universe as a template to inscribe a more special space!

Imaginary space?

Or something else?

These forces, based on the growth of civilization, began to converge here, and gradually began to be written out by Hanlu in a simpler code.

"From this day forward! When people living among civilizations strive for all that is good and kind, they can walk on the imaginary space, which will possess the criteria for allocating all power! Only willpower is the deciding factor!"

Hanlu murmured to herself, but her mouth barely moved. Yet, that faint voice seemed to spread throughout the entire universe, into the minds of all civilized people. But when they tried to hear that voice again, it seemed to disappear once more, as if it were just a dream.

However, for the Earth, or for those on Earth who know of the existence of Cold Dew, this is absolutely not a lie, but rather because...

The two Spider-Men felt the growing power within them.

This is a multifaceted force.

Speed, agility, reaction rate, and other things... and even, when he wanted, he could gradually condense this power within his body into a white sphere of light?

Hanlu could see it very clearly. He smiled.

He understood deeply that in the future, he would inevitably be involved in one unprecedented war after another, so he needed to find some troops for himself, just like when he created the Thor warrior. Only this time, the number he would have to face might be even larger.

The strong seek strength from within, while the weak seek strength from without; this is always a relative statement.

However, if a person is mentally strong enough to face anything, then the power that is readily available from the outside world becomes the only criterion to help them grow.

His virtue is not commensurate with his position.

This is something that Hanlu has always insisted on.

As the story unfolds, it's somewhat similar to the 10-year cycle of reincarnation next door. As long as your will is strong enough, you can mobilize more power from the imaginary space and go further.

As for how to use this power, that depends on the development direction of your civilization and your own ideas.

At the same time, this is also a deep binding. When all the life forms of civilizations have established a relationship with the imaginary space, they have already left their backups there. Even if they eventually face death, it is just a new cycle.

If Hanlu were willing, he could completely pull out that thing called the soul, or the holy mark, and then give it a real body.

For some reason, Hanlu felt that after she finished doing all this, several ruthless eyes were secretly looking at her, but they quickly dispersed.

Hanlu shrugged. Of course he knew who it was. It was Death, of course.

This incredibly shameless crazy woman probably still thinks she stole the other person's territory.

After all, from this point on, in this apocalyptic universe, as long as one is within the radiation of the power of the Cold Dew, there is no longer a definition of death; even if one dies, it is considered his death.

But what good is death?

Rushing up and fighting Hanlu? Are you kidding me?

As the founding god, doesn't he need to maintain a certain air of superiority?

Moreover, Hanlu has only made this judgment regarding the concept of civilization connected to the doomsday universe he is in.

In the vast universe, death remains the absolute order and supreme deity.

It's just like forming a small group within a class. Although you don't have to listen to the class monitor, you still have to give them face, right?

For Hanlu, the god of civilization, completing all of this was merely a matter of a single thought.

Moreover, since countless beings from the multiverse have already tacitly designated this fragmented universe as belonging to this god of civilization, no one will actually step forward; it's just that the people in Hell have uttered a few more curses.

Let's guess who it is!

Of course it's that big bastard Mephisto!

That unlucky kid took advantage of Hanlu's crazy exploitation back then, and now he's ruined all the single-universe clones he's cultivated over the years. What a huge loss!

Do you know how difficult it is to create a top-tier clone that can roam freely throughout the physical universe?

I was originally planning to settle things once I was done with the hellish universe, but who would have thought that the other party would blow up my universe without saying a word.

Although it was said that Hanlu swallowed it directly into his stomach, for Mephisto it was no different from being blown up; it simply meant that the coordinates of the entire universe were completely lost.

That's good now.

The dead have no way to testify?

perhaps.

But little did anyone expect that Mephisto hadn't even recovered yet!

In the blink of an eye, the enormous dragon seal that swirled throughout the entire multiverse startled everyone. As for the protagonist, it was none other than our Hanlu!

At that time, Mephisto also thought about whether he should step in and cause some more trouble, after all, he had to make up for all the face he had lost, right?

But seeing the opponent beating the Eye Demon into retreat like a grandson, and considering the utterly incomprehensible madness of this Outer God, he could only suppress this helpless thought.

After all, given the Eye Demon's intelligence, what if he suddenly appeared and beat himself up halfway through?

Wouldn't that be incredibly awkward?

How could a gentleman of such high caliber make such a mistake?

and so…

"Hmph, keep fighting, keep fighting, it would be best if both sides were severely injured."

Countless minor lords of Hell whispered among themselves as they looked at Mephisto above, seemingly spying on him, but no one dared to say anything.

After all, he's a genuine multiverse-level deity.

And in this world.

Many heroes who had not yet fully ventured into that wasteland universe also felt the changes within themselves and the memories swirling in their minds. However, because of their own circumstances, Hanlu explained the situation to them in more detail.

"A giant squid has come over here. Let's take it on shoulder to shoulder and get it. Don't worry, I'll cover for you."

"It's up to you guys now. Oh, and Spider-Man, there's an old friend you might want to meet."

After Hanlu finished speaking lightly, his figure became ethereal again. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared at the edge of the doomsday universe, looking at the cosmic sphere behind him that looked like a bunch of grapes growing together and gradually becoming rounder.

At this moment of Cold Dew, I silently said a few words in my heart.

How incredibly lonely it is to be invincible!