Djinn starting from Marvel

In the cell, Johnson, who was thinking about the future, watched the sun rise and set outside the window. The time cycle at this level is very similar to that of the earth. It is a little more than twenty-three hours and fifty-nine minutes. He doesn't know where the sun will be after it sets every day. Where it will rise again the next day.

"Eh..." Johnson was about to turn his head back when suddenly the spiritual energy in his body vibrated, as if he would miss something important by turning around like this.

After receiving the spiritual signal, Johnson opened his eyes wide. Where the sun was setting, he vaguely saw a figure and something similar to a balloon floating in the other person's hand.

After the sun completely set, Johnson looked over there no matter how hard he tried, but found nothing.

"The figure I just saw is the enemy..."

Johnson put his fingers together slightly and silently began to perform divination. The cell only restricted some more conventional powers. There were no restrictions on things like divination that involved cause and effect. However, it might not be possible to limit it. After all, this place was originally just a foundation. It's just a military base.

The spirituality gave a positive reply in the body. In an instant, Johnson's eyes lit up, hope came, and there was something to sing!

In fact, it doesn't matter whether it is an enemy or a friendly force. What is important is that it is not an unrelated entity. After being locked up in this broken prison for so long, the former enemy has never appeared again. Now that he can appear in front of him, it means that Something touched them, causing this line of hatred that had been covered up by time to emerge from the water again.

Obviously, it was definitely not Johnson who touched the line of hatred. If being in jail could attract enemies, he wouldn't have appeared now. So something must have happened somewhere else to make that person focus on this level. .

Pulling out memories that had not been used for too long, Johnson compared the appearances of all the entities he had seen, looking for one that was more similar.

"The figure I just saw was a partygoer..."

Spirituality once again answered in the affirmative.

"Frank has come into this world..."

Spirituality’s feedback was much slower this time, but it still gave positive feedback in the end.

"My brother, you're here!" Johnson couldn't help himself.

After forcing himself to calm down a little, Johnson looked outside the cell. The drama was about to begin. It was time for him, the puppet master, to perform!

At the same time, Frank, who returned to the Wanderers' base, also felt a mysterious force.

Someone is fortune telling me?

Frank's first reaction was a bit of surprise, and then a burst of ecstasy.

Things like divination, in this world, definitely have something to do with Johnson.

Moreover, the power of divination also proves that Johnson's current condition is not too bad.

What special thing have I done recently...Why did he suddenly start to divine my existence?

Frank thought, and then naturally turned his attention to the documents sent by Spoiler, which included information about some contained objects and exploration information at level 2137.

It seems that I have to go to that place once!

Frank thought in his mind, but before going, he had to arrange his current work.

The next batch of assistance and exploration teams from Earth civilization is about to arrive. Leaving hastily now will easily send some bad signals to the current cooperation.

Moreover, Frank has to bring some teammates with him. The danger in the back room is obvious, and it is not a good idea to go alone.

A few days later, while waiting anxiously, Frank finally ushered in a new batch of exploration teams and their leaders.

"Long time no see. I really didn't expect you to come. Aren't those vampires going to deal with it?"

Frank said giving Blade a big hug.

"All those bats are hiding again. I have no intention of playing hide-and-seek with them, and I always have to pay back favors..."

Blade said as he glanced at Master Modu, who was organizing the team next to him.

During this time, in order to find the increasingly hidden vampire gathering places, Blade could call on the power of many wizards' cloisters.

Sometimes, in order not to let any of them escape, we have to bring several mages with us to create a special mirror space.

After all, the current vampires don't care about anything the first time they see the blade, turn around and run, and their running directions are very scattered.

Vampires like those in the past who fought hard with the noble bloodline in mind would have been killed by the blade long ago.

This can also be regarded as an alternative type of artificial intervention population selection.

"Okay, did you bring any mission?" Frank continued to ask.

"There is no specific task. I am mainly responsible for opening up space for discovery for our partners here, gaining time for development, and also exploring and mapping deeper areas."

Blade still talks a lot when he sees his old friends. His relationship with Frank can be traced back to the time when Tony Stark was not Iron Man.

"That's good. I just need your help. Magic has a huge advantage in portability."

While Frank was talking, Master Modu, who had organized his team, came over.

"Before that, we should do some handover work. Can you tell me how far the pleasure war is going now? What is the current attitude of partygoers and spoilers towards us?"

Master Modu spoke more seriously. After all, this action is related to whether he can counterattack the king and regain the right to compete for the position of the new generation of supreme mage.

In terms of development and farming, Wang has some considerable advantages. Those advantages seem to be engraved in his genes. Accelerating learning speed, Modu has not been able to catch up.

However, in terms of combat, Modu can pat his chest and say, "I have the advantage. This is also an opportunity for him to overtake in corners."

"I have sorted out the progress and various information of the Hedonic War and put them in the office. You can ask Zi Shu directly for specific related matters."

"During this period, he was basically in charge. I was just a human-shaped signature pen and stamping machine."

Everything Frank said was true. It was okay to ask him to take care of himself or a team, but taking care of an exploration team was a bit too much.

Moreover, this exploration team also has to deal with various relationships with the forces here, which is completely beyond his capabilities.

If it weren't for the fact that the Mage's Priory needed someone with enough strength and weight to take over, Frank would have run away long ago.

"If that's the case, I will write it in the report." Master Modu asked confirmingly.

"No problem, you can write whatever you want, I have no objection." Frank waved his hand and said.

Master Modu nodded and turned to look for Zi Shu. Dao Feng frowned and said, "I don't like him. Let him write the report. Your role in it won't be very good."

"I don't care, let's go back and study how to get to level 2137."

Frank took the blade and walked into the office. He had been studying this for a long time.

At this level of enjoyment, in the assimilation base of the partygoers, the entities in the back room are slowly transformed into their tribesmen by the power of the partygoers.

As a civilization that has been hanging around in the interstellar space for a long time, the Party Guests have long given up the ordinary ability to reproduce through pregnancy and other methods.

That method is unstable and cumbersome, and requires a lot of basic conditions.

There must be a certain number of ethnic groups participating in reproduction, otherwise problems will easily arise due to inbreeding, and assimilation will not have such difficulties.

As long as there is one party guest and other life forms exist, the group can multiply rapidly, and the new party guests do not need to go through a long development period. They are mature as soon as they are "born".

Everyone is fair at the moment of "birth", has the same thoughts, and has the same abilities.

"How is the cleanup of lv2137 going? Is there someone like the old man from more than two hundred years ago? =)"

The partygoers are having an internal meeting, and their meeting pattern is very interesting.

Because everyone has similar thinking, during the meeting, anyone can ask questions and anyone can speak. Anyway, as long as the question is raised, it must represent the thoughts of a large part of the group.

"We have not received any response to the three waves of party invitations so far, and the compatriots who entered the military base have never come out again. =)"

"Then, start the destruction process and bury it completely in advance to prevent any accidents =)"

"Agree =)"

During the meeting, more than half of the partygoers raised their hands to approve, and the agenda was set. It was so convenient and quick.

The partygoers who did not agree were basically individuals who had lived for a very long time, and they had all experienced the incident where Dad singled them all out.

However, their statements are not important anymore. When the trends and changes stabilize, a small number of them will be self-identified as heretics by the partygoers and need to be gradually eliminated.

Otherwise, the conflicting consciousness will seriously affect the newborn's newborn consciousness.

Therefore, as a group of partygoers, there is no moderation, only extremes.

Either there will be no change, or if there is a change, the side with the smaller number of people will always face the fate of being excluded without fresh blood.

After the partygoers who did not vote in favor looked at each other, they left the conference room and prepared to have a party.

From a human perspective, this may seem strange. Even though you have failed in every sense of the word, you still have to have a party to celebrate.

But this is the characteristic of partygoers. They know that their civilization is going down the wrong path and are running towards the cliff. So what are you thinking about? Just seize the last moment and be happy.

At level lv2137, when the partygoers placed special equipment near the military base, the containment objects in the base quietly watched the actions of the partygoers outside through the one-way mirror.

Clicking, clicking, the rabbit was eating as usual, but this time it was eating the body residue of the partygoers.

New flavor, crunchy and crunchy, but unfortunately not chicken flavor.

In addition, it's not that the contained objects present are all good-tempered and don't take the initiative to kill the partygoers outside, but it's because the entire military base is just one big prison cell.

The small cells contain "prisoners", while the large cells contain "prison guards" as well.

Otherwise, over the years, the number of times the containment objects appear in other levels of the back room would not be so rare.

They wanted to get out, but they just couldn't get out. Johnson also got trapped inside after going deep in search of the mermaid.

If something was wrong earlier, Johnson would not have ended up like this.

Before coming in, Johnson actually tried divination, but there were a large number of demigods among the objects of divination, which seriously interfered with the results of his divination.

The Cave Rabbit and the Immortal Lizard directly ate the power of divination on the spot, while the terrifying old man drilled into his pocket dimension and directly blocked the power of divination.

Finally, Johnson divined that the mermaid contained in the container existed in the military base, and the danger level of the mermaid was within an acceptable range.

This is not a fool's errand. I am not afraid that the divination will not be successful, but I am afraid that the divination will be partially successful.

Little Peanut jumped around in the base, leaving pieces of his body in many places.

The immortal giant lizard glanced at the little peanut, snorted at the transparent silk thread protruding from the little peanut's head, and turned its head to the other side.

The Immortal Lizard knew that Johnson was behind Little Peanut, and could also guess that Little Peanut's abnormal behavior now was Johnson's plan, but it didn't care.

No matter how he plots, nothing will come to his head, and if it succeeds, this huge prison may be broken open, and then it will be free.

Johnson also knew that there were many contained objects in this base that could sense spiritual threads, but he also knew what those contained objects were thinking.

Maybe this is a tacit understanding.

Johnson's target this time was a containment object that happened to be a demigod, the plague doctor.

A bird-beaked doctor who hates the plague extremely will kill any living being infected with the plague, and will show a strong sense of guilt after killing.

The Plague Doctor will then try to heal the dead living thing, using the tools he carries with him to perform surgery on the corpse.

After the operation is completed, these corpses will always "come back to life", gain the ability to move, and become a walking corpse controlled by the epidemic doctor.

According to the records of the SCP Foundation, epidemic doctors are relatively friendly to humans and can communicate normally most of the time.

However, there are no humans who are willing to cooperate with him to communicate now, and the only ones running outside are some containment objects.

Although the Epidemic Doctor has a super-powerful judgment of death upon contact, which is a special ability that even the Immortal Giant Lizard is unwilling to try, he has a big problem: he cannot kill dead life forms.

Of course, the biggest problem here is how to let the epidemic doctor determine that a life form has died and is a dead life form.

The two elements of "dead" and "living body" are subjectively determined by epidemic doctors.

Therefore, it is impossible to kill the epidemic doctor simply by relying on peanuts.

However, after being controlled by Johnson, Little Peanut's ability to instantly move behind the target without being observed by the naked eye, and his ability to complete instant killing by breaking the cervical vertebra, was lost.

Because now the little peanut will always be observed by one person, that is Johnson himself, unless Johnson disconnects the spiritual line for control.

Therefore, in a real fight, the little peanut under control is really no match for the epidemic doctor.