Chapter 40: Bird... Bird Man?_1

Logic had too many choices.

He belonged to the Three-Body Universe, and the grudges of the Super God Universe had nothing to do with him.

He just needed to get his hands on Superbody Technology!

Even if Morgana didn't agree.

He could still look for the Super God Academy, and he believed that this group of survivors from the River of Gods and Deno Civilizations would be especially pleased to see the rise of Earth's civilization.

Even if the Super God Academy didn't agree.

He could still seek out the civilizations of Angels and Minghe, which all possessed Superbody Technology. As long as he used some means, he would eventually be able to obtain it.

This was the confidence of one who sits in possession of several civilizations!

The confidence of a seer!

Logic kicked Morgana out of the Virtual Space, letting this guy go prepare the civilizations she had collected over so many years and also deal with the cleanup of the demon civilization.

He was very certain.

Morgana would succumb!

Mainly because of that sentence.

"Morgana, you don't want your position exposed, do you? And you don't want Kasha to lead people and kill all your partners, do you?"

In the tens of thousands of years of warfare against the Angel Civilization, Morgana's comrades-in-arms had dwindled, to just a handful of people. If there were any more casualties...

And Logic represented the Three-Body Civilization, a civilization with even more advanced technology, an emperor wanting to rebuild the Three-Body Civilization.

The two sides didn't have much of a conflict of interest.

To succumb was also within expectations!

Of course, this was just a minor prediction.

Logic just hoped that Morgana would be sensible. Otherwise, death would be very gruesome...

He glanced at the panel floating in front of him.

"Spend 450,000 Energy Points to duplicate the technological data of the civilization on Morgana?"

"Spend 600 Energy Points to duplicate Morgana's physical abilities (First Generation)?"

"Spend 2,500 Energy Points to duplicate Morgana's Dark Plane?"

Logic decisively abandoned the first option.

He was very clear in his heart that Morgana, having survived 30,000 years and coming from the once most powerful civilization of Angels, and having furthered her studies at the Super God Academy, naturally possessed a large amount of technological data from various civilizations, worth 450,000 Energy Points indeed.

But the key was he had no money! No Energy Points!

Even if he did.

He wouldn't duplicate it.

With so many Energy Points, it would be better to open up thousands of QQ Spaces—the gains would be greater than what he would get from the Angel Civilization's battles, which weren't as numerous as thousands of civilizations.

"Duplicate Morgana's physical abilities."

"Duplicate Morgana's Dark Plane."

Moved by his thoughts, an invisible energy enveloped his whole body, like the warm sun in a cold winter, shining upon him, extremely comfortable. He stretched out his arms, his entire being, from inside out, his body's genes all strengthening.

He snapped back his consciousness and opened his eyes.

Tony, by now, with Jarvis's assistance, had already donned the Mark III Armor, which took him a few minutes.

That made his experience quite terrible.

"Once I finish researching the Cosmic Cube, I must upgrade this thing..."

Battle Armor and such.

Shouldn't it be like clothes that could dress itself upon the body?

Tony, looking at Logic who opened his eyes, sized him up and down, noticing no change, which made him quite curious. After all, to face the rampaging Hulk, he needed stronger weapons.

Logic said he was going to cheat.

No equipment appeared at all.

Not even the Iron Armor was worn.

What's this tactic?

"Where's your gear?"

The moment Tony's words ended, he saw Logic radiating dazzling white light all over his body. It was a kind of light that was hidden beneath the skin, faint and elusive, barely translucent, with only his eyes and mouth showing the emitted brightness.

Right after that.

He witnessed an unbelievable scene.

Logic spread his arms wide, a look of sheer pleasure on his face, and then with a 'pfft' sound, robust and pristine wings sprouted from his back!

"Turned... turned... turned into a birdman??"

Tony's words instantly darkened Logic's good mood, and he retorted unkindly, "You nincompoop! These are called angels! Angels, get it?"

Morgana wasn't a demon.

She was an angel, born of an angelic civilization, and the Superbody Technology she used had awakened the ability for wings.

Such powers allowed any angel to fly, even through space, which was an undeniable advantage compared to other creatures.

After all, no one could refuse the power to fly!

"Alright, angel then, who made your feathers white?"

Tony agreed half-heartedly because he saw the Green Giant hopping farther and farther away, and the distance to the city was getting closer. They needed to depart immediately.

He pressed his hands downward, and the flames erupting from his palms allowed him to hover.

"Jarvis, open the ceiling, locate that Green Giant, and plot the shortest route for me!"

"Sir, the ceiling is open, location being confirmed, the shortest route has been plotted for you, using Amap for your navigation."

Tony looked back at Logic, "Hey, buddy, how about a little race? Let's see how fast you, this white-feathered Archangel, can fly."

Logic remained silent.

He gave Tony a look as if he was gazing at an idiot.

Then he stretched out his finger, and ripples appeared in the space before him, soon followed by a portal with a faint blue light.

"What's this?"

The thought that crossed Tony's mind was incredible.

Then he saw Logic snort coldly, hands in his pockets, wings wide spread, transforming into a shadow as he flew into the Wormhole, disappearing from the hall in an instant.

Tony was about to step forward when the portal emitting faint blue light vanished, and he found himself lunging at thin air.

But he wasn't angry at all.

Instead, he exclaimed excitedly, "Wormhole Technology! It's Wormhole Technology! Jarvis, pinpoint Logic's current location, is he at my target's place?"

"Sir, I am unable to locate Mr. Logic's position; he has disrupted my signal lock."

"Forget it..." Tony soared into the sky, flying towards The Hulk's location, his eyes filled with excitement. That was Wormhole Technology he was most interested in, and he couldn't help but complain, "Logic, you're such a petty guy, just because I called you a birdman once, huh? Sigh... I need to get myself a pair of those big wings; the pretty ladies are sure to like them!"

He was always a show-off, even painting his Battle Armor in that flashy red color to catch everyone's attention.

And now.

A pair of pure white wings seemed much more ostentatious than any Battle Armor!

Hey! I'm an angel! Truly, no bull!

On the other hand.

Logic was in big trouble.

Because he found out that his first use of Wormhole Technology had encountered some problems.

Especially when he saw the bald-headed figure in a yellow monk's robe with his back to him, Logic felt a whole herd of horses trampling in his heart.

"Sorry to disturb, wrong room! Goodbye—no, may we never meet again!"

The Ancient One: ...