Yes, it was fundamentally impossible. Fury strongly agreed with Coulson's judgment.
Only conflict brought progress. Only survival forced people to unearth extraordinary potential. That was the essence of life, whether human or alien.
This also showed, from another angle, that Druig's ideals had enormous flaws. No wonder his relationships with all the other Eternals were so terrible that they had stopped speaking to one another entirely.
He had even fallen out with a leader like Ajak.
"Druig possesses mental abilities and can see through other people's lies. It's impossible to deceive him with words."
Fury believed that as long as he did not appear before Druig, Druig would be the most useful tool.
After all, he absolutely did not believe that anyone in this world could fulfill Druig's unrealistic fantasies.
Druig looked at the vast number of Xenomorphs around him, and a trace of excitement welled up in his eyes.
"So many... so many pure minds..." Druig unleashed his mental abilities and vaguely felt as though he were swimming in a blissful ocean of minds. Clean, though somewhat cold.
The thoughts of these Xenomorphs were pure and cold, but Druig was not so demanding that he would fault a species with such outstanding inner selves over such trivial details.
"Truly perfect."
Under everyone's gaze, Druig finally managed to force out a sentence. He looked like someone who had just awakened on a hundred-meter-wide bed under warm sunlight, utterly content.
"Perfect in what way?" Duva asked.
"In every way. These Xenomorphs are practically creatures carefully selected by the gods." It had been a long time since Druig had displayed such obvious emotional fluctuations.
"The Celestial Gods have no right to select my Xenomorphs."
"You've never left Earth, and you've never even seen a god! You don't think becoming the Thunder