Donnie was ready for Morbius to turn his face, and war did not break out.

"Go, go, destroy more of the universe, it's a point of no return." Donnie muttered under his breath.

There is no upper limit to the potential of the anti-life equation for the time being, and there is a limit to the carrier that can be loaded with the equation.

Even though Morbius was born noble and a high-ranking member of the Watcher clan, he was not the only god after all, and as the anti-life equation snowballed wildly, Morbius either stopped or was blown up, and there was no third way.

In the original book, Morbius destroyed more than a thousand universes and then stopped, and roared to find Darkseid himself...... If Morbius could really master the anti-life equation perfectly, he wouldn't have done such a stupid thing.

Therefore, judging by the situation of Mobius, devouring a thousand to two thousand universes is already his limit.

At the limit, either you are crazy enough to venture out and do Darkseid, or you can explode on the spot, both of which are dead ends no matter how you look at them.

"Darkseid's body isn't that easy to kill, and his doppelgangers aren't ornaments."

Donnie shook his head, dragging a terrifying amount of matter around the main universe.

Waves of blood energy impacted these chaotic substances, but they were all blocked by Donnie with his sole divine power.

After a moment's hesitation, out of caution, Donnie did not use the mother box in case someone suddenly attacked him, but relied on his own power to shape a basic model of a planet.

This is tantamount to recreating a universe, even more complex than a universe.

The sum of a hundred universes of matter converges into a planet in one go, and the internal structure of this planet needs to be divided into more layers of underground space, and the planning of constant parameters such as gravity must also be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

Lumps of matter are divided by Donnie, with the powerful strength of the eighth level, Donnie's grasp of the microcosm can be called terrifying, every small particle can't escape Donnie's eyes, and it must be controlled by Downey.

Creating the universe is not a difficult task for an old eighth-level existence, but for the current Donnie, it is really the first time, so Donnie's actions are extremely cautious.

Torrents of terrifying matter like nebulae poured in one after another, pieced together under the precise control of Donnie, and these microscopic particles combined with each other to form countless metal elements, converging into a new territory.

Starting from the core of the earth, layer by layer, the huge planet began to be built from scratch little by little, and a vast amount of material like a long dragon poured over, shaping the model of the new planet.

"Soon......" Donnie whispered.

……

The main universe.

The veteran god Mitron finally had enough of his current life.

The former god of knowledge, utterly disgusted with being a weak chicken, submitted an application to the Supreme Council to take back the Möbius Chair.

"Donnie said he would give me back the Morbius Chair!" Mitron said angrily.

But a group of members of the Supreme Council looked at each other with strange eyes, and fell silent for a while. After a long time, Sai Tianjiao said calmly: "Yes, we will return the Mobius chair to you." ”

Mitron almost cried tears of joy.

God is pitiful, he has been reduced from a dignified god of knowledge to a life that can only be maintained by washing dishes, and he doesn't know how much he has suffered.

But now, it's all gone! Morbius will be back in his hands, and as long as he sits in a chair, he will still be the all-knowing god of knowledge!

Mittron was going crazy with longing, and the twenty years without knowledge and power were the most painful periods of his long life.

Finally, in Mittron's great anticipation, the Morbius Chair was handed back to Mittron.

But the moment he saw the Mobius Chair, Mittron's face completely changed, and a violent panic and uneasiness surged into his heart.

"You're mistaken, I want my chair, luxurious and atmospheric." Mitron gestured and said seriously, "The chair of Morbius is not this bench. ”

Mitron pointed to the small bench in Sai Tianjiao's hand, which could cover all the slaps in one slap.

"Because of some irresistible external events, the Mobius chair has become like this, but the core programs are still there and functional."

Sai Tianjiao said as he turned his head away.

Mitron was struck by lightning, "An irresistible event? ”

Sai Tianjiao was silent for a moment, and did not respond to Mittron's question. Will she say, "I took your chair down and made it into a hammer?"

Mitron took the chair with a sluggish expression, no, it was a bench, and looking at this small bench that just happened to allow him to sit down, he felt that his worldview was collapsing.

"This is my Möbius chair? My supreme throne? Mitron almost trembled and took over the small bench from Sai Tianjiao, filled with grief and indignation.

Sai Tianjiao quietly disappeared without a trace.

Mitron froze in place, muttering to himself as if he had been stupid.

No matter how you look at it, this little broken thing in your hand and the high-end and atmospheric throne are basically two things.

Mitron's face was contorted, and with tears in his eyes, he solemnly lowered the small bench to the ground, acting cautiously, for fear of accidentally breaking the simple gadget.

The huge ass sat up with difficulty, and it was too hard for Mitron, who was tall and legged, to sit on such a small thing. As soon as you make contact, that familiar feeling returns.

The white light that belonged to the "Mobius Bench" surged up, and the intelligent programs in the bench couldn't wait to connect Mittron's brain and soul, as if they had had enough of this damn life.

"Is it really you?"

Mitron wanted to cry as if the world had collapsed.

What have you experienced?

From an artifact that can turn mortals into gods of knowledge, to this ghostly appearance? How can I sit with you out and pretend to be forced in the future?

Holding his head and crying for a long time, Mithron wiped away his tears and regained his majesty, and the twitching corners of his eyes and his sad and angry eyes were suppressed by his efforts, trying to regain the demeanor of the god of knowledge of the past.

It's also tragic to say, not long after Mitron got the Möbius Chair, he sensed the news that the Ancient Doom Day was about to attack the main universe, so he couldn't wait to run in front of Donnie and commanded from above, directly sent the head, and also gave Donnie a very useful artifact.

After 20 years of change, the Morbius chair has become a small Moebius bench, and it has returned to the hands of Mitron.

The small bench that was firmly covered by the buttocks, exuding a majestic and exciting light, lifted Mitron, who was trying to find a feeling, and staggered into the sky one by one, looking down on the world, observing the changes in the multiverse.

"Mitron, my god of knowledge, is finally back!"

Mitron dangled his legs in the air and announced the return of the great god of knowledge to all of Cybertron.