chapter 314 part 1
Chapter 312: They Were Angered by the Beyonders' Presumption
For those who believe in it, fate holds a supreme status. For those who don't, it's nothing more than a little girl they can dress up as they please.
At the very least, for many individuals in the Alien Universe, as Du Wa grew powerful and dominant, their originally unremarkable life trajectories were set on a completely different path.
A powerful and dominant Deity, whose might intimidated the Multiverse, would always bring unprecedented, violent shocks to the previously unchanging multiversal structure. And what Du Wa had now accomplished was something that had never happened in the past six Multiverses.
Lifebringer couldn't comprehend it, but he had no intention of getting involved in the affairs of the Multiverse to begin with. That was something for the Galactus of the Main Universe to worry about.
But now, facing the returned Arishem in the Alien Universe, Lifebringer fell silent.
"Your decision to transfer your energy source to me back then seems to have been a premeditated one," Lifebringer said.
"You can understand it that way. I do not possess the concept of gratitude and grudges that ordinary life forms do, so whatever you say has no effect on me. I only need you to step forward and call upon the Third Multiverse, just as the Ancient One has been doing," Arishem stated coldly.
Lifebringer struggled for a good while. He looked up, repeatedly observing the Celestials who were surrounding the Alien Universe, already stirring restlessly. He then glanced at the bristling Xenomorphs across the entire universe. After much deliberation, he did as asked.
"Who would have thought that a simple moral code could restrain the former Galactus? Many see me as an unforgivable demon, but few know that every time before my hunger instinct overpowers my reason, I do my best to send my emissary to the target planet, urging the life on it to flee quickly."
Lifebringer began to close his eyes and call out to the Third Multiverse. Ring after ring of golden ripples emanated from his body. Of course, this alone did not give him the qualification to transmit a message into the Endless Void beyond the Multiverse.
The key was still Arishem. The Celestial continuously sorted through his new database and began using the same method he used to call the First Firmament to help Lifebringer amplify the information transmission rate.
"Have you ever considered what we'll do if there's no response at all?" Lifebringer said in a heavy voice. "Calling upon past multiversal entities is something that should be done by Creator Gods."
Ultron spoke up: "We just need to stall for time. Stall endlessly."
"And what if we can't stall any longer?"
"Then we die. In any case, I've already backed myself up in the Alien Universe. I'm currently looking for an opportunity to slip my backup past the Celestials' sight and secretly deliver it to other universes."
Ultron continued, "If you all end up getting wiped out along with these Xenomorphs, don't worry, I will avenge you. I don't believe the Celestials are without enemies. And if they don't have any, I'll find some for them. Of course, Arishem, I'll be taking your body. If Iron Man can pilot a Celestial Armor, it's only logical for me to possess the body of a Celestial."
"Hmph, you've finally revealed your true thoughts. An evil intelligent lifeform with a strong desire for a perfect body... Your goals are truly strange," Arishem said, not quite understanding Ultron's thinking.
"It's different. Possessing your body means gaining access to a massive amount of data. I might even be able to take over the power of the First Firmament and create a large number of Dark Celestials to engage the Celestials in a war of attrition for countless years. I refuse to believe they would dare to destroy the Multiverse just to kill me, and I refuse to believe that Du Wa will not react to their insolent actions." Ultron had long since calculated his escape routes.
While helping Lifebringer call upon the third multiversal entity, Arishem used what little power he had to begin creating a massive number of super-armories out of thin air.
"I truly envy Gods like you, able to reassemble matter at will." Ultron made no attempt to hide his greed. Also driven by the will to survive, he immediately took control of these factories, attempting to produce a few usable Dark Celestials before the final moment arrived.
This was the first time since the birth of the Main Universe's Ultron, after personally experiencing a great battle between a group of multiverse-level Celestials, that he began the process of converting his massive computing power into productivity.
When the Celestials saw this, they became instantly enraged. They had already torn open the barrier of the Alien Universe and could destroy this universe at any moment. But in the end, they still didn't act. Their actions were not nearly as decisive as their words.
"Lifebringer is calling upon the Third Multiverse. This is something we never expected. It seems the event of the First Firmament's revival and the Black Winter's brief appearance has given some restless individuals new inspiration. Infinity should never have called for the return of the Fifth Multiverse back then; it allowed many special cases to exploit loopholes."
"The matter of Lifebringer is not important at all. Arishem and Ultron have already teamed up to mass-produce Dark Celestials in the Alien Universe. This gives me an uncomfortable feeling. Something similar happened in the era when the Seventh Multiverse was newly born—the Aspirants."
All the Celestials fell into a brief recollection. The Aspirants, that civilization, had once brought an unprecedentedly massive shock to the Celestials.
Yes, the Celestials had ended the First Multiverse and created the Second Multiverse and the Beyonders. In every Multiverse thereafter, the Celestials considered themselves the undisputed strongest group of Gods.
Even with Oblivion and Infinity among the Creator Gods, the Celestials had never paid those two any mind, nor was there any reason for conflict to erupt.
That was until the Aspirants appeared at the rebirth of the Seventh Multiverse. This civilization, renowned for its technology, created a massive number of robots to wage an all-out war against the Celestials. Even the famous Demogorge possessed multiverse-level combat power.
But in the end, the Celestials used a small fraction of their true power to completely annihilate the Aspirants. As for the Demogorge, it had been beaten to scrap by them, eventually falling into the depths of countless realities.
In fact, if nothing unexpected happened, the Demogorge Armor would not see the light of day again in the 616 Main Universe until the "All-New, All-Different" Eighth Multiverse, to be barely controlled by Iron Man, Howard's adopted son.
And now, Arishem had joined forces with Ultron and fled into the Alien Universe to build armories. The rumbling, efficiently operating high-tech equipment, which was at the top tier of the Multiverse, gave the Celestials a sense of déjà vu. For a moment, they thought the extinct Aspirants had returned.
If left unchecked, the bizarre combination of Arishem and Ultron might be able to create powerful weapons of war on a scale far exceeding that of the Aspirants.
"They are hiding in the Alien Universe, creating Dark Celestials. This is absolutely not allowed. Arishem has violated another prohibition."
Even so, these Celestials did not act immediately.
"Jemiah, your analysis process this time has consumed too much energy and time. I hope you can give me a direct answer: what was the result of your negotiations with that group?"
The other Celestials also turned to look at the Analyzer, known for his knowledge and wisdom.
The Analyzer chose his words carefully: "The result is that there is no result. The Beyonders gave me no response of any kind. They completely ignored our appeal."
"Hmph, a bunch of arrogant fools who have failed to recognize their current position! They are no longer the editors, we are!" The light on the Eradicator grew brighter, a sign that his patience had run out.
The Beyonders were once the personas of the Editorial Department's editors—at least, some of them were.