Chapter 428 43 Are You Kidding Me! Only Level 9? The Rubber Man Next to Him Is Level 10!

Chapter 428 43. Are you kidding me! Only level 9? The rubber man next to him is level 10!

"The Devourer is the 'last life' left over from the last cosmic era."

In the "planet library" inside the Exile, Mason admired the miniature galaxy device in front of him that had gathered all of Brainiac's wisdom.

He explained to Ciri beside him in a low voice:

"At that time, Uncle Tun was trapped in the 'Ark of Doom' made by his tribe because of an accident. He survived the extinction of all things by mistake. After countless time, he woke up in a new era.

Because of the destruction and rebirth, Uncle Tun was given a certain 'symbolism'.

Can you understand it, Ciri?

The Devourer of Planets was the last person in the previous era and the first life born in the new era.

Therefore, in the current cosmic era, Uncle Tun was given the power to devour planets by the will of the universe, which is the symbolic meaning of 'destruction'.

And when he is completely full, he will transform from a symbol of destruction to a life transmitter, bringing a new era to the universe.

Brainiac is imitating this process!"

Mason looked back at the Skrulls who were kneeling and begging behind him.

Queen Vikran knelt behind Mason and begged prostrate, saying that she could give everything, just hoping that Mason would not destroy their planet.

With Batmos already controlling the spacecraft system, Mason only needs to say a word, and this complex system in front of him can be forcibly cracked to complete the "end of all things".

The captain ignored these hateful and pathetic guys, and continued to explain to Ciri who was frowning:

"Old Bull must find his perfect body, which can allow him to survive the destruction of the era. Then, when the era changes, these worlds that he has properly collected will be released into the new era and become the first life in the new universe.

In this way, he will also be given the same symbolism as Galactus in the destruction and rebirth of the universe.

In this way, he will become a cosmic god in the next era of stars.

It's a really ingenious method, and it is indeed feasible.

Once it is successfully implemented, Brainiac can cross the limit of life forms that is impossible to cross. No wonder Old Bull spent so much thought on this matter.

I underestimated him.

This guy is too ambitious."

Mason sighed:

"While others are still While he was worried about the impact time at the end of this era, Brainiac had already set his sights on the future.

As a level 12 intelligent creature, he carefully designed a way to become a god for himself. I suspect that he joined the Council of Hope just to advance his plan.

But this also proves one point in turn."

Mason looked up and looked at the little light emitted by the "micro-galaxy" in front of him when it was running. It was so magnificent and magnificent. He whispered:

"Brainiac's level 12 wisdom has calculated the final outcome of the impact event. No world will survive, and all things will be extinct.

The brutal logic of the Council of Hope's "survivor is king" is wrong!

Brainiac has sentenced this theory to death with practical actions. "

"It's hard to imagine."

This scene and Mason's explanation greatly shocked Ciri's heart.

As an actor who is not good at planning, she can hardly imagine the full picture of Brainiac's grand plan, but just what she saw now is enough to make her pessimistic about the future.

She even felt fear in her heart and subconsciously reached out and held Mason's hand.

The captain glanced at her, and the five fingers clasped together made Ciri's cold hands feel a little warm. Then, he said to Bartmos:

"Are you going to inherit Brainiac's plan? Do you want to push this road to godhood into the final stage?"

"No, I'm not so obsessed with 'becoming a god'."

The hacker god laughed and said frankly:

"I just took a fancy to these worlds carefully selected by Brainiac. The conqueror of the universe has high eyes. The nearly ten thousand worlds here have unique civilization characteristics and great potential for exploration.

And we are data life, Mason.

We don't need to rely on flesh and blood to survive. This feature makes us more advantageous than you flesh and blood life. We have a much greater hope of surviving to the end than you.

But we also need to consider the follow-up.

What I mean is, if we really survive this disaster, if there is really a next era waiting, then we can't start our lives in the new era as data ghosts.

We need a carrier."

Bartmos paused.

He manipulated the console in front of him to produce an optical projection, projecting his human form next to Mason, holding a mug and pointing to the microcosm in front, and said to Mason and Shiri:

"These worlds are the future I chose for all the data life in cyberspace. After taking over this system, we will begin to fine-tune and transform it.

Choose some worlds that meet the requirements to rebuild the "download program". If we can survive until then, then we will have a new world and civilization.

Will you stop our actions, Mason?"

"Why should I stop?"

Mason asked back:

"Everyone is struggling to survive in this dark age. Everyone has their own understanding of the self-rescue plan. I can't even guarantee that my future plan can be implemented. What qualifications do I have to point fingers at other people's survival plans?

In fact, I am so happy to see that you also have your own complete plan.

Why don't we have a discussion?"

He flicked out a cigarette with one hand and held it in the corner of his mouth, and said jokingly to the projection of Batmos:

"If I fail, if my world and I fall on the journey, we may be able to upload our consciousness to the world of the gods and join your "Ark of Doom" plan to seek a chance of survival.

You won't despise us at that time, right?"

"We are absolutely welcome!"

Battmos replied in a serious tone:

"Real In fact, this is also the second purpose of my contact with you. Although Ultra has a high opinion of you, I must meet you in person to confirm whether you are an excellent partner.

Although everyone chooses different solutions, the purpose is the same.

If your efforts fail, then we are happy to "resurrect" you in another way and use your wisdom and courage for our benefit.

After the incident is over, I hope you can come to "Night City". "

The God of Hackers invited Mason and said:

"We will discuss this matter in person at that time. Bring your team members and allies together and talk openly. "

"I'll ask in advance. "

Ciri beside Mason looked up and asked:

"We need to insert a data interface into our heads to complete the same as you 'Data Ascension'?"

"No, it's not necessary, Miss Ciri."

Bartmos was amused. The projection of the Hacker God pointed to the mechanical objects around him and said:

"Brainiac's bio-neurological technology can be used by us. You have also seen how he uses his consciousness to control the entire fleet.

After this technology is popularized, the era of inserting prostheses in the brain will end.

Of course, this still requires our technical personnel to continue to work hard, but I believe it will not be delayed for too long. You should leave. I will close the Exile spacecraft for internal maintenance.

The Sentinel destroyed the engine. It is a big project to repair it.

Oh, by the way, Mason.

You can sit on the mechanical throne and play before going back. "

The Hacker God waved his hand to say goodbye, and squinted his eyes and said:

" I am also curious about what level of intelligence you will be judged to be. By the way, I have tried it. I am a level 11 intelligent life, one level lower than Brainiac.

It is really disappointing. "

"Okay, just take a look."

Mason snorted, turned around and said to the Skrulls behind him:

"I will not destroy your world, but the crimes you committed in the past cannot be treated as if they never happened. Vikran, go and gather all your people and leave this world with me.

Next, you will have to devote your strength and talents to another mission.

I am willing to give you a chance, but if you don't cherish it, then I don't mind handing you all over to Utopia. My compatriots are very interested in you."

After that, Mason and Ciri strode away from here.

Harley was already waiting for the two at the entrance of the main control room. The little cutie was chewing bubble gum and carrying the newly acquired N metal warhammer, looking extremely tough. Two dogs were lying at her feet, biting the mechanical arm of Brainiac's replica in their mouths as a teething stick.

When hearing Mason's footsteps, Harley turned back happily but then her face turned cold.

Mason looked at his girlfriend in surprise, then belatedly looked down and saw that Ciri's hand was still in his hand, so he quickly let go.

This made Harley snort, and turned her head away without paying attention to the fickle Mr. K.

She was angry.

The kind that must be coaxed to be good!

"Let's take a look at something fun first."

Mason walked forward and pushed Harley, whose mouth was pouting so much that she could hang an oil bottle, to the mechanical throne in the main control room. He whispered a few words to Harley, and Robin looked at the strange chair in front of her with some suspicion.

Then, at Mason's urging, Harley climbed up by herself, and quickly got the conclusion from the blue arc scanning from above:

"Standard humanoid creature, low intelligence, difficult to cure mental illness, open-minded, full of potential, comprehensively judged as a level 7 conventional intelligent life."

"Huh? Only level 7?"

Harley was immediately dissatisfied.

She knew that Brainiac was a level 12 intelligent creature, and the difference of five levels made her feel like a fool, so she cursed that the machine was problematic and waved the N-metal warhammer, eager to smash it open.

But soon, Harley jumped down with a wicked smile and pushed Little Sweetheart onto the throne. She wanted to see what level of intelligence Little Sweetheart, who was always smart, was?

Maybe not even higher than hers.

Mason was very interested in the criteria for judging intelligent life. Brainiac must have designed a very rigorous and sophisticated set of criteria for judgment.

So he also lay on it.

This time the blue beam scan took a very long time, as if it took more time to describe and judge Mason because his "composition" was too complicated.

During this time, Harley had called over all the guys she thought were smart. Doom, Reed, John Parker, etc. were all called over by her to stand in a row and wait for everyone's intelligence to be standardized.

After nearly ten minutes of analysis, Mason's conclusion was issued:

"Non-standard humanoid creature, blood disorder, long-term mental pressure, abnormal knowledge, medium brain development, high potential, comprehensive judgment is level nine intelligent life.

The potential is fully unlocked at level eleven."

"Level nine, it sounds so powerful!"

Harley pulled Mr. K down from the mechanical throne with shining eyes. It's no wonder that he could fool himself with his intelligence two levels higher than hers, but Mason was not very satisfied with this judgment.

As far as he knew, under this standard of wisdom judgment, Luther was level nine, and even Superman, who usually didn't use his brain, was evaluated as level nine.

But the potential unlocked at level eleven made him feel that he had a promising future.

But before Mason could be happy for long, Doom and Reed's wisdom judgments came out one after another. Both of them were level 10 wisdom, which made Mason's face fall.

Well, natural geniuses are awesome. No wonder they can work together to break through the data firewall written by Brainiac himself.

But Zhang Parker is only level 9, which makes people feel happy. This guy who combines the wisdom of Peter and Dr. Otto is not smarter than himself.

"This judgment is obviously very vague."

Dr. Reed did not indulge in excitement because he was judged to be high. He carefully read the judgment criteria for intelligent life and shook his head and said:

"It's not just intelligence, there are other influencing factors, so we can't just use data to judge who is smarter than who. After all, everyone has their own areas of expertise."

"Non-standard humanoid creatures, low intelligence, soul consciousness pollution, magic body, mysterious knowledge, poor thinking, pessimistic mentality, complex emotions, and fear of gain and loss.

The comprehensive evaluation is judged to be a sixth-level intelligent life."

The new comments interrupted Dr. Reed's explanation. Everyone looked back speechlessly. The hunter who was lying on the mechanical throne and refreshed the lower limit of wisdom was expressionless.

In Harley's mocking eyes, she gritted her teeth and pulled out the long sword at her waist to give this stupid machine a good look!

No matter how miserable she is, she can't be more stupid than Harley Quinn, the psychopath, right?

Everyone present was either level nine or ten, but I ended up with level six. Hey, this is as embarrassing as being executed on the spot for being a poor student hanging out with the top students, bastard!

"This thing must be broken!"

She screamed out of control rarely:

"I'm going to give it a physical repair! How dare you laugh at me, unforgivable!"

"Level six intelligent creatures are the level of normal people. It didn't laugh at you, Ms. Ciri, calm down! Calm down! This is the crystallization of technology."

A group of people comforted the irritable Ciri, and then dragged her out of the main control room. Then the Exile spacecraft was completely closed and began to repair itself.

Ciri, who was furious, was full of resentment towards the world at this moment. She didn't say hello to Mason and simply left in anger and returned to Star Castle.

Harley was very satisfied with this.

She always felt that there was something unclear between her little sweetheart and his long-legged female boss, but there shouldn't be any substantial progress.

After all, I am so cute and so well-behaved.

"Fighting! Fighting over there!"

Just as Mason was about to leave, he heard the flashing Phantom Cat with a bandage on his face shouting to him:

"Two Hulks are fighting, Mr. Mason, go and stop them. The Black Hulk has made the King Hulk angry. He said he wants to kill the fake one who wants to die."

"Fight as you like."

Mason had no interest in this and said:

"Banner Daddy is not so easy to kill. He still has a long way to go to realize his suicidal ideal. Strange, we need to talk."

He said to the sky.

The next moment, a black shadow floated up and pulled Mason and Harley away from the spot, and then they emerged from the dark area as if rising from the water.

Black Strange, who was sitting on the meditation mat in front of him, stared at Mason with a very strange look, then he raised his hands and patted his chest several times, saying:

"Not bad, a great performance, you have done a feat that makes me feel moved. But I am curious, Mason, you only need to call me to end several crises, but you must restrain your will to seek help.

Are you deliberately showing me your ability?

Or do you have other intentions?"

"I just want to tell you, Stephen."

Mason came forward and sat cross-legged on another meditation mat, and said to the powerful Black Strange very seriously:

"I can do a lot of things without your intervention.

This is not a provocation, I just want to prove that the cooperation between us is equal, and there is no unequal relationship between who asks for who or who can't do without who.

This will also be our future cooperation model.

If you can accept it, our union will officially begin?"