"Uncle Frank, keep an eye on Galacta. I'm going to check on Old Devourer." Now that she had gotten familiar with them, Little Franklin had started calling him Old Devourer too.
A baby's body was really inconvenient for traveling. To make going out easier, Little Franklin now used Reality Alteration, just as she had in the DC Universe, to give herself the appearance of a ten-year-old girl.
From the perspective of those big shots, she was still that little baby, but to outsiders, she looked like a big kid!
After handing the unconscious Nebula over to Punisher, who was using a Universe-brand Gatling gun for long-range attacks, Little Franklin flew toward Planet Devourer's corpse.
Her real father had said during their special training a few days ago that cosmic gods like Planet Devourer would not die easily. As long as they replenished a bit of energy, they could theoretically still be saved.
Hmm? When she flew beside Planet Devourer's corpse, she finally noticed something unusual.
A curly-haired man with iron-blue skin and a dark Roman-style robe stood beside Planet Devourer's corpse, sneering. Sensing the faint ripple of energy, he looked up at Little Franklin.
"Who is this guy?!" An instant chill enveloped Little Franklin's heart. All she saw in this man's eyes was destruction—the wails of intelligent life, the fall of nations, and the collapse of planets. Everything this man represented was negative.
"Hehe, what a marvelous treasure. Whose child are you? Come here and let me take a closer look." The curly-haired man beckoned to her, and the surroundings instantly underwent a drastic change. The star system, once filled with continuous explosions, became a quiet field. The artificial star became a towering mountain, and even Planet Devourer's corpse turned into a giant stone that seemed to have slept for