Dewar didn't know what was going on in Kama Taj, but he could guess that maybe the Ancient One was discussing himself with the king.

Dewar didn't believe that the Ancient One would not know about his existence, but he was also sitting on the Time Gem, and could observe countless future Earth Guardians through the Time Gem.

"I just don't know, the ancient one of this universe, is it a male version or a female version......"

The thought crossed Dewar's mind, and he chuckled, quickly disapproving himself.

Anyway, no matter which ancient one it is, the future is bright - either return to Emperor Weishan, or follow the eternal universe around.

This is the advantage of backstage hardness, even if you die, you don't have to worry about losing your future, so you can look down on life and death.

In contrast, Dewar felt that he had to work harder, he did not have a multi-level backstage like the ancient one, and there was more than one backstage, he could only rely on himself.

"Attempts to use aliens to steal dark magic have failed, and there will never be another chance to do so."

Dewar pressed one hand on the chest-breaking xenomorph born of black magic, carefully sensing its state.

Now, Dewar can only try to steal Dormammu's power, and he can't fight other people's ideas, because no matter how incompetent and furious Dormammu is, there is an ancient one in his way, so he doesn't have to worry about the consequences.

What's more, it was as if Dormammu would give up devouring the earth even if he didn't offend him.

"Then it's time to give up the path of magic."

Dewar muttered, but he was not disappointed, because he didn't have much hope from the beginning, and always using borrowed power was not a long-term solution.

Raven walked and twisted, brought him a cup of boiling water with slender steps, and slammed it on the table: "Magic? You have unique powers, but you still covet magic? I don't understand what the hell you're thinking. ”

"Magic is still useful, the group of magicians ......," Erica argued for Dewar.

"Listen, who's talking? A Smol syndrome patient who spoke for someone shortly after being caught? Or a rookie who just learned that there is another place in this world called Kama Taj? ”

Erica was so angry that her face was distorted, and this old woman was always good at taking advantage of every opportunity to sneer.

"Don't worry about her, Erica, she's about the same age as Eric and Charles, but with an extended menopause." Dewar reassured.

"It's so heartwarming, you're really good at comforting people." Raven was visibly a bit of a defensebreaker, mimicking Erica's appearance and talking.

Dewar took a sip of boiling water, picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth.

"It seems that you really don't understand anything, of course, it's not your fault, you just need to focus on the power of the X gene, I can't."

"The man said he couldn't do it?"

"To the small, I am the commander of an army, to the large. I am the leader of a race, and that is the biggest difference between me and you. Dewar said.

While everyone was all concerned about the wonder and power of the aliens, Dewar's eyes were already looking to the distant future.

Indulging in the low-level transcendence has no future, and one day, a visitor from outside the universe will jump out, and he has the strength that Dewar is unable to deal with.

Therefore, Dewar has long had a heart and silently formulated a plan for the alien upgrade!

From planetary life to cosmic life!

At the very least, it can allow the alien to survive in the cosmic vacuum, and not fall into space and be finished like in the movie.

It is true that many famous guys are not cosmic lifeforms, such as Iron Man, Star-Lord and the like, and they need to wear high-tech equipment to fight in space.

This does not affect them to use their talents, and no one dares to look down on them.

But if there's an opportunity to elevate the life form of an entire group, why not do it?

At present, at least in the case of magic, Dewar is unwilling to rely on a multi-level existence to maintain the foundation of the alien upgrade.

“…… Is it necessary to constantly adjust the genetic structure of the entire alien society? Constantly parasitizing and breaking the chest, and finally walking out of a universal starting point that can survive in all kinds of harsh environments? ”

Just like the Kryptonian next door, they can bask in the yellow sun at birth, and they can become stronger by basking in the sun, which comes from the power of the race's genes.

Dewar pondered, constantly looking at the many aliens surrounding him.

With the ten mutants he sent by Magneto, the total number of aliens has increased to forty-seven, of course, only on the surface, in the underground cave, there are still sixty alien eggs that have not hatched, if Dewar does not issue an order to hatch, these eggs can be silent for more than a hundred years, and they don't need to take in nutrients from the outside world!

It's not that he can't have more aliens and alien eggs, in the case of insufficient top-level combat power, blindly expanding wildly, such as parasitic countless animals, etc., will only accelerate the joint encirclement and suppression of the major forces on the earth, which is not conducive to long-term development.

"The number is still not enough, the peak combat power is currently only one Abomination Alien, fifteen mutant aliens, and the others are a lot of blood aliens......"

A crazy idea popped up in Dewar's head, calculating the time, it was almost the time when Thor came to Earth.

Thor himself is not what Dewar wants, Odin is not dead, if he dares to parasitize Thor, it will inevitably arouse Odin's anger.

Although Dewar also covets Odin's body very much, and sometimes thinks that Odin will be hanging up in a few years anyway, and a good body is better than cheapening himself - but Odin is not something he can touch now.

Dewar felt that he needed to be flexible in his brain, to choose a promising path, and not to always stay on Earth to fight vampires.

"Come to think of it, New Mexico on May 8th, well, count the dates, um, I'm actually ready to go." Dewar made his decision and went into action.

Raven was full of doubts about Dewar's actions, in fact, she didn't understand this guy's secret, didn't know where Dewar got the information, didn't know if the alien was made by Dewar, and didn't know the logic of Dewar's next move.

"What do you think of again? If I were you, I'd wait here quietly, waiting for Eric to capture more mutants, until enough vampires were hunted to expand the number of aliens. Raven couldn't help but speak.

Even if only the blood aliens are counted, Raven can't see where the spawning limit of the alien queen is, and she can't see where the limit of the number of aliens controlled by Dewar is, so naturally the more aliens in her hands, the better.

When Dewar only had a few aliens in his hands, others thought of him as a mad scientist, and when he had dozens of aliens in his hands, others thought of him as a difficult superhuman.

What about when Dewar has hundreds of xenomorphs in his hands?

Even the weakest blood alien has a hard power far beyond ordinary humans and weak mutants, can ignore the vast majority of firearm damage, and is full of obedience and tooling, once it is formed on a large enough scale, it is an unimaginable huge boost to the Brotherhood!

Imagine that every member of the Brotherhood could be assigned one Xenomorph - or three or five? What a terrifying increase in strength that would be!

Even Magneto would be tempted.

Raven's plan to stay with Dewar has changed from simply being a hostage and listening to secrets to finding ways to win over Dewar.

But Dewar's mind is not on the old woman Raven at all, and he is also aware of Raven's careful thoughts, but he doesn't care.

He went out with his troops.