Dewar does have some certainty of navigating the anti-life equation, because he is not a living form in the DC world, at most he is a native of the DC world as his own shell.

However, Dewar is not interested in this thing, because no matter how powerful this formula is, it will eventually die.

No matter how crazy you kill, killing all the living creatures in the entire DC world, it is not bad to be able to reach the level of the Black Death Emperor, let alone compare it with death.

The current death is only the death of the multiverse, and in a few years, after accumulating more, death will become the death of the all-powerful universe, which can pass through the wall of origin at will, claiming to be with God.

Moreover, the anti-life equation, to some extent, to control this thing, is equivalent to positioning itself in an "anti-life" position, which is a limitation in itself.

"In the future, I have specifications beyond this equation, and I can throw this thing to a subordinate and let him use it."

Dewar was playing with the formula a little nonchalantly, and he didn't have much interest anymore.

"If you don't want it, you can give it to me, maybe it can form a new force with my omega effect, at least let me have the ability to fight the zombie virus."

Sanoside walked over.

He already knew what had happened before, as a container consumed by Dewar at will, his vitality was greatly damaged, his godhead was damaged, he was on the verge of collapse, and to make matters worse, the terrifying power of the zombie virus hung above his head like the sword of Damocles.

Sanoside can see that Dewar doesn't care about the threat of the zombie virus, and would rather use kryptonite to fight the zombie virus than take further action.

I don't care about the anti-life equation either.

"It's not your style to ask for a reward, Sanoside, your mindset has changed? But you are not infected with the zombie virus. ”

Dewar glanced at Sanoside: "Even without you, I can have more containers to use, don't be too presumptuous, and besides, your plan to rebel against me can already be declared bankrupt." ”

"Sure enough, you knew it from the beginning! I deliberately didn't think about it, and I kept my brain under control, but you still know that you can really read my thinking, even if it's my thinking that I don't think deeply! Sanoside's face was a little ugly, but in the face of the truth, he felt inexplicably relieved.

"Your plan still works, as long as the efficiency of hunting down the other Darkseids exceeds my growing efficiency." Dewar said.

If Sarnoside can devour enough Godhead fragments and eventually become a multi-god, it is entirely possible to break free from Dewar's control, but then again, if he has the opportunity to hunt and devour countless Darkseids, he must first get Dewar's permission, which is an unsolvable knot.

"Or, when you have a size that barely matches me, it's okay to attack me directly through the means of controlling life forms through the Omega effect."

Dewar was clear about Sanoside's plan and knew exactly what the means Sanoside could use.

"Darkseid of the Overworld is right, you are a conceited god, enough to annoy me and make me feel ...... Fear. Standing in front of Dewar, the hand that Sanoside was holding behind his back had been lowered at some point.

"Don't be afraid of me, Sanoside, I'm not a tyrant in the true sense of the word, and I don't get the slightest pleasure from killing my subordinates, but I will be happy if you can kill more enemies for me."

"What Darkseid?"

"Go ahead and do it, you look for opportunities to make yourself strong, and whether you will betray me or not, are completely irrelevant, in my eyes." Dewar showed a very pleasant side, but Sanosside did not feel warm at all, and an endless chill arose in his heart.

He believed that Dewar was telling the truth, but he was even more frightened by it.

What kind of freak is it that would have such a terrible mentality?

"He's the way he is, and this indifferent mentality may be the reason why he can be your master, and the reason why he can bring this creature to a special height."

Alexander Luthor walked over, always with the power of the six gods, on guard against the zombie virus that would spread from nowhere, he had a smart brain and strong strength against the superpowers, and naturally knew how terrible a god like Dewar was.

There are almost no weaknesses.

And this all-round nature without weaknesses allows Dewar to always face the huge disaster that should be devastating with a more calm attitude.

"The zombies are already running towards Earth, and we need to be ready to fight." Luthor said to the others, "According to my calculations, there must be gods from other worlds who noticed Dewar and the Xenomorphs and chose to spy on us. ”

"According to my calculations, those guys are already here and on their way to get their hands dirty." The other Luther, Lex Luthor of the DCEU, picked up the conversation in a strange voice at this time.

Alexander Luthor looked coldly at this weak and unspoken self: "You waste, why haven't you died yet?" Even having a powerful xenomorph hatchling in your body won't save you from your poor IQ and even worse strength. ”

An argument erupted between the two Luthers, who glanced at each other and realized that Dewar didn't care about their little movements.

"What a tragedy, I always felt like I had to do something, but none of my plans had a success rate that I was happy with......," Alexander Luthor was stunned, a little nostalgic for the Super Queen who survived the battle against the Equation of Life but was infected by the zombie virus and fell.

He came up with a brilliant plan to give birth to a baby with great potential, and then put some kind of powerful force into the baby's body, such as the anti-life equation, and of course, if it was all of Dewar's concept, so that the baby would be a great superweapon.

All he needs is to shout "Zansha" and channel a powerful force into the baby's body......

It's a pity that the super queen is dead, even if she doesn't die, this plan actually has too many variables, and the success rate is very low and very low.

Moreover, he also lacks reliable allies, the gang of miscellaneous and most powerful supermasters of the criminal syndicate, who wear the power ring at this time, will gradually become a self-pitying waste, which is really sad.

At this time, in the No. 3 universe, which is full of madness and disorder, a white light appeared out of thin air, and a god sitting on a large chair sat upright, and in just an instant, he finished reading the history of the entire universe.

A large number of wandering zombies discovered his existence, and the very few zombies that had moved in the cosmic vacuum rushed towards him quickly, wanting to bite him.

"Zombie ...... It's not completely new, and it's largely anti-life equations. ”

He turned around and rushed to earth.

"You two have a very good wisdom, but it's not enough, in front of me, your plan is like a child's trick."

The god sitting in the chair appeared in front of the two Luthers first, and his fingers tapped on the handle of the chair, and the chair instantly erupted with a bright light, forcibly separating the two Luthers.

Although this gesture did not make any sense, with a deliberate force of declarative power, because the two Luthors had no intention of fighting.

This guy's sudden appearance alarmed many people.

A number of aliens immediately surrounded Mitron in the middle, ready to do it.

The Dark Walker even haunted like a ghost, silently preparing to bring death to the comer, but after seeing who the other party was, he was stunned for a moment.

"The Chair of Morbius...... The so-called god of knowledge? Dewar could tell who this guy was at a glance.

After obtaining the Anti-Life Equation, the Anti-Watchdog discarded the Morbius Chair that he had made.

So, Mitron, who was born in the New God Clan, took the opportunity to sit on the chair and leapt from a third-rate god to an incomparably powerful god of knowledge.

Of course, it is more appropriate for this so-called god of knowledge to refer to the chair of Mobius, or to refer to the existence that sits on the chair and is in fact constantly controlled by the chair, which is different opinions.

Anyway, Dewar's gaze didn't linger too much on Mittron, and the time spent staring at the chair under Mittron was obviously a little longer.

But that's all, he's interested in living beings, to be precise, flesh and blood lifeforms, and there's really no way to do anything about a machine.

"Concept God Dewar, I've been following you, after you killed the anti-monitor, my interest in you has reached the extreme, I have seen through your particularity, and I finally know why the Sandman wants to block the new gods of the Apocalypse for you."

Mitron sat upright, and from time to time the wide chair erupted with the luster of Dao information, setting off his figure extremely sacred.

"I see, the Sandman......" Dewar muttered, thinking that this was indeed something that the Sandman could do, and to do things that even the gods wouldn't do.

Probably afraid of triggering a war between the two multiverses, but what the Sandman didn't know was that Dewar would definitely try his best to make the two multi-worlds intersect, not necessarily to the point of starting a war, but to promote a situation that would be beneficial to him further.

Mitron observes Dewar carefully, using the power of the Morbius Chair to collect a huge amount of information and calculate Dewar's thinking.

He even counted the elements of the anti-life equation and still failed to get useful information.

Mitron was a little disappointed: "Aren't you surprised at all? ”

"You try to analyze Dewar's psychology to satisfy your fetishes, this wish is destined to fail, he is the sum of countless aliens, each alien's mind is part of his thinking in a broad sense, what do you calculate?" The Darkwalker said indifferently.

Of course, he knew the famous god of knowledge who was not pleasing in the circle of gods, and sat in a broken chair all day and walked around the multiverse and the realm of gods, and wherever there was a bustle, there was a figure of him giving serious advice, as if he did not do so, and could not show his omniscient wisdom as a god of knowledge.

But everyone knows that it is the chair of Möbius, or the anti-watcher who makes the chair, but few gods will have the utmost respect for Mitron himself.

Drag Mitron down, whoever sits on it will be the god of knowledge.

"Including you?" Mitron looked at the Darkwalker, "First as a slave to Darkseid's clone, and now you are joining Dewar without any psychological burden, contributing your strength and body? Also includes thinking? ”

The Darkwalker drew his weapon, "I have an idea, why don't I chop you off the chair and sit on it myself, so that at least my mouth is tightly closed." ”

Mitron ignored the Darkwalker and stared at Dewar with a frown.

Whether it's the Dark Kendoker, or the strange powerful alien suspected of having demonic blood, or some other alien, there is no way to stop Mithron when he is bent on escaping, let alone steal his chair.

This is Mitron's confidence.

"I'm full of interest in all the unknown knowledge, especially in this huge closed world, I want to know, what are you waiting for, waiting for the zombie crisis to spread across the multiverse?"

Mitron had studied zombies and determined that they were primarily appendages to the anti-life equation.

"You'll find out soon, besides, I don't like a guy who takes someone else's discarded object and shows it off, and you'd better get out of the way before there's a huge chaos in this universe."

Dewar spoke lightly, staring at Mitron.

Because, soon, the entire No. 3 universe will usher in a unique turmoil.

If nothing else, a guy who makes Dewar happy will appear here, and then detonate a big event that can shake countless worlds.

In particular, the main world of the DC world, or the short gap on the top of the new 52 universe, there is too much room for maneuver.

Mitron looked surprised and puzzled, and became even more intrigued, and he did his crazy calculations, but he could not calculate a credible result.

Zombie? Anti-Life Equation? Or is it some other force? None of the results were credible.

Until, Dewar's gaze took his eyes off him, looked directly at the deep starry sky, muttered for a long time, and beckoned again, calling Speedmaster over.

"Your faithful servant is willing to serve you."

Wearing a green suit, he was respectful, his face was full of flattery, and his domineering spirit of the past seemed to have disappeared suddenly, and he was rushing towards another personality.

"Carl Lyle, I need you to serve me now, you have a guy on your hand that interests me, and I need him to step up now."

Dewar reached out and grabbed the ...... in Speedmaster's hand Right Ring!

The first Lamplightman, now is the time for this guy to show up.

(End of chapter)