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"I hardly know how to thank you."

Maxima's eyes flickered towards Shen You, and the gleam in her eyes could almost be called tenderness.

If it weren't for a fierce princess who had just torn apart a battleship with her hands, she could almost be called a burly figure.

"I know that you never ask for anything in return. You just fight for the justice of the universe. Now Almerik really can't come up with anything that might be of interest to you, so after thinking about it, I'm afraid I can only sacrifice myself."

"No need to."

Shen You skillfully interrupted the chanting and at the same time quietly stepped aside. His timing was precise, and Maxima fell towards him intentionally or unintentionally at almost the same moment. Unexpectedly, he dodged too quickly, and Her Royal Highness was thrown into the air and hit the wall.

Shen You said expressionlessly: "So, when did the Apocalypse people start to appear?"

"It's been a while."

Maxima pulled her head out of the hole in the wall with a nonchalant look on her face, as if nothing had happened just now.

After Zazuo surrendered, he was very cooperative. He told everyone he knew everything and answered all the questions they asked. But to be honest, he didn't know much.

It's a bit similar to the situation when the International Gang cooperated with Tianqi. Apokolips likes to send a representative, and technical support for equipment transportation relies entirely on sonic channels. Basically, they just suddenly open the door and come out to show off their presence, and sometimes throw some equipment and leave.

The meeting all depends on opening the portal, so asking the other party where these supported puppets are is in vain.

But Zazuo explained the other party's image. The contact person seemed to be a high-level executive of Tianqi. He was wearing a robe and had a face like a mummy. He was so haggard and thin that it made people very sad.

"Dessade?" Shen You immediately linked that image to the top management of Tianqi.

"Who is that?" Maxima asked curiously.

"The new god of Apocalypse is not very powerful but has many tricks." Shen You frowned slightly.

In fact, if he could choose, he would rather his opponent be Darkseid's clone than DeSaad. It's even more troublesome to deal with a villain like this who is hiding around and planning one conspiracy after another.

"I need to search Almerik, a blanket search." Shen You said, "Send a message to your people and ask them to stay out of the way. I want to make sure that Desaad is not hiding here."

"No problem." Maxima clapped her chest so hard that it shook, and then fell down silently, "You have done so much for our country, and there is nothing you can do in return. The only thing you can do is"

Shen You moved sideways without turning around, and Maxima hit the air again.

"By the way, get me a laboratory by the way." Shen You said.

He came here after thinking about it, and by the way, he collected knowledge about the Almeric technology tree to enrich his database. Although this place is definitely not comparable to high-end civilizations like Brainiac and Apokolips, it can still be fought in the Milky Way. It would be good to learn from their technological systems to enrich their inventory.

"Of course, no problem. You can take a look at all our laboratories and the equipment in them." Maxima said carelessly, then winked again, "Even if you want to see something outside the laboratory, It’s not impossible.”

Shen You moved strangely again to dodge her next sneak attack, and at the same time nodded solemnly: "Thank you very much."

A recruit passing by behind saw Her Royal Highness's actions and couldn't help but rub his eyes.

"I must have been hit harder on the battlefield than I thought," he said to himself.

A veteran from behind patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, this is normal. You will get used to it in the future."

When the princess heard that there was a man who could beat someone, her eyes widened. This problem didn't happen for a day or two. They had long been accustomed to it.

Meanwhile, outside Almeric.

The huge space battleship slowly passed through the space almost silently, and the almost perfect camouflage system concealed it without leaving a trace. Several scanners slowly scanned the planet over and over again, and massive amounts of data were transmitted along the tentacle-like cables into the spherical device in the center of the spacecraft.

That's a seat.

The owner of the battleship, a semi-biological mechanical being, sat in the middle of the chair, with thick black cables connecting his head and the seat. Countless detailed data rolled past his eyeballs, and he was chewing and analyzing the data.

He is a collector of civilization, a well-known collector in the universe, and his name is feared by countless worlds.

He is Brainiac.

He came to Earth once. That can be said to be a clone, but it can also be regarded as the main body. Because Brainiac never only had a specific body, he was a combination of biology and programming, a life born from artificial intelligence.

So every invasion can be counted as his personal visit.

The last defeat on Earth piqued his interest as a collector. But it is not for the civilization of the earth, but for the various aliens who happen to be on that planet by chance.

Of course, especially the unknown race called Ultraman.

Now it was the same trajectory of light that attracted Brainiac—or rather, a body of him that happened to be nearby came here.

"He became stronger and faster. It is interesting to emit light outside the body and build it into any shape you want. The method of action is similar to the emotional spectrum."

Brainiac's eyes flickered, data and information flashing rapidly in his mind.

"It didn't take long, but it became obviously stronger." Brainiac murmured, "No, not only the strength and basic quality have become stronger, but also the use of energy has touched some other high-level rules?

There is too little data and it remains to be seen. This part is yet to be determined.

But he has indeed become stronger, both physically and intellectually. There is no doubt about this. The data is updated, and the target not only has powerful talents, but what is even more amazing is the learning ability comparable to artificial intelligence."

As a top intelligence that destroyed the creator, Brainiac firmly believed that living organisms were born with intellectual defects and could not reach the level of top intelligence in any case. So when he said "comparable to artificial intelligence", it was already a high praise.

In the DC setting, intelligence is actually part of the basic attributes, with a maximum of twelve levels. And intelligence is not simply equivalent to computer-like thinking speed and brain capacity. For example, Superman has a super brain and can think quickly and learn a lot of knowledge quickly, but his intelligence points in the talent panel are not high.

And Brainiac is one of the few beings in the entire multiverse who possesses level 12 intelligence.

"Update strategies, re-evaluate decisions, and it is necessary to step up collection. If we continue to let it go, the difficulty of containment will skyrocket."

Brainiac disconnected the link, a red light flashing in his eyes.

"I need...a trap."