Chapter 49: Blackheart's Ultimate Insult!
On the outskirts of Wakanda City, a dirty, narrow alley.
A young black man was curled up at the base of the wall, hugging his head with both hands, his body twitching incessantly.
Black mist seeped from the surface of his skin, shrouding his face.
"No... Don't..."
Intermittent groans came from the young man's mouth.
But soon, his voice changed.
"Shut up."
Another voice emerged from his throat, hoarse and cold.
"Your soul is about to be digested by me, what else is there to struggle for?"
The young man suddenly raised his head.
His left eye was still a normal human eye, but his right eye had already turned into a sulfur-colored slit pupil.
"My father's avatar was destroyed by that Earthling..." He spoke alternating between two voices.
"But it doesn't matter, I will do it more covertly."
"After I turn Wakanda into hell first, I will slowly radiate to other places..."
"That Earthling named Arthur will never know who did it."
As he spoke, he let out a low chuckle.
"A lowly human, how dare he oppose the great Son of Hell?"
As the son of the Lord of Hell Mephisto, Blackheart was bent on surpassing his father, overthrowing Mephisto, and seizing the throne of hell.
After learning last time that Mephisto's avatar had suffered a setback in the mortal realm, he planned to visit the mortal realm himself.
If he could use the power of hell to bewitch that human named Arthur Stark.
I'm afraid he would become the true Lord of Hell.
Blackheart thought this, and immediately prepared to leave here to implement his plan.
However.
An indescribably terrifying coercive force crashed down from outside the alley.
The Son of Hell suddenly turned his head.
He saw a figure standing at the end of the alley.
White shirt, red cape, arms crossed, red light in his eyes like blood.
Blackheart's slit pupils suddenly constricted.
"You... How did you find me?!"
He thought he had hidden extremely well, suppressing even his magic fluctuations to the lowest.
Even to avoid attracting attention, his possession only chose the most inconspicuous homeless person.
Yet the human before him had actually found him anyway?!
Are you fucking cheating?
"Do you think you are hiding very secretly?"
Arthur walked into the alley step by step.
"Unfortunately, in front of my Super Hearing, you can't hide anything."
Blackheart suppressed the inexplicable palpitation in his heart and straightened his body.
Black Hellfire surged out from his body, gradually covering the young black man's body.
His skin split open, revealing dark red scales underneath.
"Arthur Stark!"
He roared, his voice carrying the reverberation of hell.
"Do you think that defeating one of my father's avatars means you can fight against me?
I am Mephisto's son, the heir of hell!"
Boom!!
Hellfire exploded like a tornado, burning the walls on both sides of the alley into ashes.
Before the flames could get close to Arthur, they were bounced away by an invisible force.
Arthur stood there without moving an inch.
"Is this it?" He tilted his head.
Blackheart's expression changed slightly, but he quickly calmed down again.
"Hmph, even if you can withstand Hellfire head-on, it's impossible to defeat me!"
Blackheart sneered, sulfur-colored sparks spewing from his split corners of the mouth.
"I am the Son of Hell, possessing an immortal body.
No matter how strong your physical body is, you cannot kill an immortal existence."
"An immortal body?" Arthur raised an eyebrow, as if he had become interested.
"Of course." Blackheart puffed out his chest, his tone resolute, "This is the authority granted to me by the will of hell.
As long as hell does not perish, I will never die.
No matter how many times you hit me, it's useless; I will keep regenerating, keep coming back..."
"Really?"
Arthur touched his chin, a hint of playfulness flashing in his eyes.
"If you don't believe it, you can try."
Blackheart spread his hands, his smile ferocious.
"Let's try then."
Arthur directly appeared in front of Blackheart, grabbing his neck with one hand.
"Urgh!"
Blackheart let out a muffled grunt.
Before he had time to react, he felt his whole body pinned to the ground by an irresistible force.
The next second, the world spun.
Arthur grabbed Blackheart's head and slammed it fiercely against the ground outside the alley.
Bang!!!
The hard road surface was smashed into a large pit, with cracks spreading outward like a spider web.
But this was just the beginning.
Maintaining the pressing-down posture, Arthur flew at high speed close to the ground.
Blackheart's face paved the way in front, and his body was dragged behind like a dead dog.
"Ahhhhhh!!"
A series of screams came.
His face rubbed against the rough ground, stones, gravel, and broken glass all scraping across his skin like sandpaper.
Sparks splashed everywhere.
The ground was plowed into a deep gully, and the houses on both sides were vibrating.
"How is it? Son of Hell?" Arthur turned his head to look at him.
"Hmph! Mere pain is all; I am a demon who is going to be the Lord of Hell, how could I surrender just like this?!"
Blackheart gritted his teeth, his voice squeezing out from his worn-out mouth.
"Is that so?"
Arthur accelerated, turning into a golden stream of light, continuing to fly close to the ground.
Blackheart's body was almost burning under the high-speed friction.
Scales were ground away, muscles were torn open, and even bones began to be exposed.
But he indeed didn't die.
Not only did he not die, but the flesh and skin that had been ground away were slowly healing.
"Ha... hahaha!" Blackheart screamed while laughing wildly, "I said... it's useless, you can't kill me!"
"Quite enduring." Arthur said indifferently.
His speed doubled again.
"Awoooahhhhhh!!!"
Blackheart's screams resounded through the entire sky of Wakanda.
He felt as if his whole body was going to be ground into powder.
Although his immortal body prevented him from dying, the sense of pain did not decrease at all.
Skin, muscles, bones, layer by layer were ground away, and then grew back inch by inch.
That feeling of being repeatedly crushed and reborn was more tormenting than any torture.
"Stop, stop for a second, I surrender, I surrender!" Blackheart finally relented.
"I haven't accepted your surrender."
Arthur sneered, and instead of stopping, he accelerated and threw Blackheart forward.
"Didn't you just say that I couldn't kill you?"
"I was wrong! I was really wrong! You... Ahhhhh!!"
Before Blackheart finished speaking, his head was pressed and shoved into the wall of an abandoned building.
The wall was crashed through, and dust and smoke rose everywhere.
His body rolled on the ground like a broken sack for a dozen times, and finally hit a pillar before barely stopping.
"Hoo... hoo!"
Blackheart lay on the ground, covered in blood, with not a single piece of intact skin and flesh on his whole body.
But he still didn't die.
Hellfire burned in the wounds, accelerating the repair of his body.
"You... you can't kill me..." Blackheart raised his head with difficulty.
"I said, as long as hell does not perish, I will not die, you..."
Before he finished speaking, Arthur had already appeared in front of him, holding a gemstone in his hand.
Soul Stone.
Blackheart's voice came to an abrupt halt.
He felt a soul energy older than hell emanating from that gemstone.
"What were you saying just now?"
Arthur aimed the Soul Stone at Blackheart, its light reflecting on his face, flickering.
"Wait... That is..."
For the first time, genuine fear appeared in Blackheart's slit pupils.
"Don't... don't use that..."
"Good night."
The brilliance of the Soul Stone surged out like a tide, instantly engulfing Blackheart's consciousness.
Blackheart's head tilted sideways, completely losing consciousness.
...
In the dim, cramped room.
A drop of cold water fell.
A water droplet slid from Blackheart's forehead and dripped onto the ground.
He slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurred, and it took him a while to adapt to the surrounding light.
The walls were made of cold metal material, with no windows, only a dim yellow lamp overhead.
He tried to move, only to find that he was hung up.
His limbs were handcuffed with silver-white chains, and his whole body was suspended in mid-air, like a roast duck hanging in front of a stove.
"Adamantium chains..."
Blackheart felt the unique metal touch on the chains, and his heart sank.
With this hardness, even if he struggled with all his might, he couldn't break them in a short time.
"Awake?"
A voice came from the shadows.
Blackheart raised his head and saw Arthur leaning against the wall, arms crossed, with a half-smile on his face.
"You..."
Blackheart was about to speak, but his peripheral vision swept to the other side of the room.
In front of the opposite wall, two people were actually hung up as well.
Blackheart widened his eyes.
Although he didn't know who these two guys were, he could feel that these two seemed to be... gods?
"Curious about who they are?" Arthur's voice sounded timely.
Blackheart turned his head, suppressing the unease in his heart, and put back on that arrogant mask.
"I don't care who they are, Arthur, do you think locking me up can do anything?
I am the Son of Hell, an immortal body, you can't kill me, nor can you trap me!"
"I know you are an immortal body."
Arthur walked out from the shadows, the smile on his face expanding bit by bit.
"That's why you have to stay here and enjoy yourself."
Blackheart was stunned and instinctively asked: "Enjoy what?"
Arthur gently clapped his hands.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
In the darkness, heavy footsteps sounded.
Neat and uniform, like a group of people stepping forward at the same time.
Eight priests wearing only white briefs walked out from the shadows.
They were tall and muscular.
Each of them held a white holy cloth in their hands, with silver crosses hanging around their necks.
Their gazes were pious and firm, looking at Blackheart as if looking at the filthiest existence in hell.
"May the Lord forgive your sins."
The leading priest crossed himself on his chest.
"Feel your ultimate insult well, Blackheart."
The words of the God Among Men drifted over faintly, like the magic sound of hell.
In an instant, those eight priests crowded around Blackheart.
His face turned green instantly.
Is this fucking a trick a human can think of?!
Chapter 50: Jean Grey Jean Grey from another Universe?
In the dim, cramped room, Blackheart's face turned completely green.
The eight muscular priests surrounded him. Under the dim yellow light, the white boxer shorts were blindingly white.
"You... stay away!"
Blackheart struggled frantically, causing the Adamantiumchains to rattle.
"I am the Son of Hell, the son of Mephisto!"
"You mortals dare to touch me, and I will make sure you never find peace for eternity!"
"May the Lord forgive you."
The eight priests spoke in unison, their voices devout and resounding.
A moment later.
Blackheart let out a miserable scream.
Poor demon.
He originally thought that escaping hell and coming to the human world would let him enjoy himself.
As a result, his *** was thoroughly enjoyed by others.
...
Arthur stood in the corridor outside the room, listening to the screams coming from inside, the corners of his mouth curving slightly upward.
[Ding! Current task refreshed!]
[Task Name: Drive Mephisto out of Earth]
[Task Description: The true body or avatar of Mephisto, the Lord of Hell, has entered the human dimension. Please expel or destroy him to restore the stability of the Earthdimension.]
[Task Reward: million-sun sentry template progress + 15%, virgo gold cloth * 1]
"virgo gold cloth?"
He raised an eyebrow; this system really could drop anything.
The sentry template plus the virgo gold cloth, plus the six Infinity Stones and the Body of Superman.
If he also learned the Cosmo and matched it with the Ki from Dragon Ball, stepping on his own left foot with his right foot to spiral into the sky...
"Am I about to sprint towards the Multiverse level?"
...
A few minutes later, Arthur returned to the room where Blackheart was detained.
At this moment, Blackheart no longer had a shred of the arrogant aura of a son of hell.
His entire body slumped limply in the air like a drained fish.
Although his body was constantly repairing itself, the mental trauma was obviously harder to recover from than the physical body.
"Don't... don't come over..." Blackheart said in a breathy voice, "I'll talk, I'll say anything..."
"Where is your dad?" Arthur leaned against the doorframe, his tone casual.
"I... I don't know."
"You don't know?" Arthur frowned.
"I really don't know!" Blackheart hurriedly shouted, "Mephisto never tells me his whereabouts."
"Where he went after leaving hell, I can't sense it at all!"
"Then what use do I have for you?"
"Wait, wait!" Blackheart panicked, "Although I don't know where he is, I can sense his general direction!"
"Speak."
"It's... right on this planet! And not far from here! In one of your human cities!"
"What city?"
"I don't know the name, but it's full of sin, desire, and greed... like a projection of hell in the human world."
Arthur stopped his steps and looked back at him.
"You better not be lying to me."
"I'm already like this, how would I dare lie to you?" Blackheart felt like crying without tears.
Arthur stared at him for a few seconds, then waved at the eight priests.
"Continue."
"What?!" Blackheart widened his eyes, "Didn't I already tell you everything?!"
"I didn't say that you could escape their torture just because you confessed, did I?"
Arthur expressionlessly turned and left.
"Before I find Mephisto, they won't stop, you know."
"Arthur, you will come to a bad end! I curse you, I curse you in the name of the Son of Hell!"
...
After leaving the base, Arthur soared straight into the clouds.
Super Vision fully activated.
The entire world turned into a huge information network in his eyes.
Cars driving on the streets, crowds walking between buildings, and even subways shuttling underground were all clearly visible.
Super Hearing simultaneously activated.
The voices of millions of people flooded into his brain simultaneously, classified and filtered by the computing power of his super brain.
He closed his eyes and focused his search on the characteristics described by Blackheart.
Sin, desire, greed... and the aura of hell.
A few minutes later.
Arthur opened his eyes.
"Found it."
He looked towards New York, his figure flashing and disappearing in place.
...
New York, Hell's Kitchen.
This used to be one of the most chaotic neighborhoods in New York.
Even in this era where superheroes are everywhere, it still maintained a certain unique flavor.
Bars, casinos, and underground transactions filled every corner.
Arthur appeared above Hell's Kitchen, overlooking the dense old buildings below.
His gaze locked onto an unassuming bar.
That bar looked shabby on the outside, and half of the neon tubes on the sign were broken, making only the two words "Josie's" visible.
But Arthur's Super Vision easily penetrated the walls and floors, seeing the scene beneath the bar.
There was an independent space there, as if stripped from reality by some force, invisible to ordinary people.
And in that space sat an elderly man in a suit with a full head of silver hair.
Mephisto.
...
Josie's Bar.
Deafening music, a crowded crowd, and air mixed with alcohol and sweat.
In a booth at the very back of the bar, Mephisto was dressed in a crisp black suit.
He held a glass of red wine in his hand with an elegant posture, as if he were attending an upper-class dinner party.
"Little girl, aren't you afraid to come to a place like this all by yourself?"
Mephisto smiled as he looked at the girl opposite him, his voice gentle and magnetic.
That was a red-haired girl.
Not very old, with facial features as exquisite as a porcelain doll.
The most eye-catching thing was her fiery red hair, which looked exceptionally dazzling under the light.
"It's my first time here."
The girl shrugged, picked up the soda in front of her, and took a sip.
"This place is quite interesting."
"Indeed interesting." Mephisto smiled.
"Human desires flow nakedly here, intertwining sin and pleasure."
"Sometimes even I can't tell whether this is the human world or hell."
"What a strange way to put it."
The girl glanced at him, her eyes clear, yet revealing a hint of depth unbefitting her age.
"Just a metaphor." Mephisto shook his wine glass, "As for me, I like to ponder some philosophical questions."
"Such as?"
"For example, the multiverse. Have you ever thought that in another Universe, there might be a completely different you?"
The girl was stunned for a moment, as if struck by this question.
A flash of panic crossed the depths of her eyes, but it was quickly suppressed.
"I've thought about it occasionally."
"Is that so?" Mephisto lowered his voice, leaning forward slightly, "Yet I feel like you don't seem to belong to this Universe..."
The bar's music suddenly stopped.
Everyone's movements slowed down until they stopped completely.
Time seemed to have been pressed with a pause button.
The smile on Mephisto's face froze at the corners of his mouth.
He slowly turned his head to look towards the entrance of the bar.
A man in a white shirt and a red cape was walking towards him step by step.
"Mephisto."
The God Among Men stopped in front of the booth, looking down at him.
"Why didn't you stay properly in hell and instead run over to my Earth?"
Mephisto stared at Arthur for a few seconds, then smiled.
"Arthur Stark, Homelander, God Among Men, I've heard so much about you."
"Answer my question." Arthur's tone was calm.
Mephisto leaned against the back of the chair and unhurriedly took a sip of red wine.
"Me? I'm just curious."
"Curious about what?"
"The multiverse."
Mephisto grinned.
"I sensed the aura from another Universe, so I came to see what on Earth it was."
"And now you see it?" Arthur crossed his arms.
Things from another Universe?
Did this old fellow discover something?
"Of course I see it." Mephisto nodded, "It's... more interesting than I imagined."
As he spoke, he pointed at the red-haired girl opposite, signaling Arthur to look at her.
Arthur frowned, turned his head and asked the girl: "What is your name?"
The red-haired girl raised her face, meeting Arthur's gaze.
Her eyes were large, like two pieces of amber washed by water.
"Jean Grey."
Arthur raised an eyebrow, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Jean Grey.
Jean Grey.
An Omega-level Mutant of the X-Men?
Chapter 51: Holy shit, doxxed?!
Although there are Mutants in this Universe as well.
But their number is very small, and it does not match Arthur's understanding of Mutants from his past life.
After all.
In his past life, he had watched X-Men and knew that Mutants had five levels.
The lowest-level Mutants were as weak as lolis.
While the highest-level Omega Mutants possessed star-shattering or even multiverse-level power.
The red-haired girl in front of him, Jean Grey.
Was undoubtedly a multiverse-level Omega Mutantpossessing the Phoenix Force!
Even someone as emotionally steady as Arthur almost failed to keep a straight face upon learning that the other party came from another Universe.
Arthur frowned as he looked at Jean Grey in front of him, saying with some surprise:
"You are Jean Grey from the X-Men, a student of Professor Charles, and you possess the Omega-level Phoenix Force?"
Jean and Mephisto:???
Are you cheating?
"How do you know these things?" Jean asked with a puzzled look, "Did you investigate me? But he said this isn't the Universe where I originally belonged..."
"Oh, it's nothing." Arthur waved his hand, "I just happen to know a lot of things."
"For example?" Mephisto beside them raised an eyebrow and said.
"For example, her home address, how many people are in her family, what is placed in her bedside cabinet, and what color underwear she is wearing right now."
Arthur looked at Jean Grey in front of him with a straight face, but what he said made the girl turn pale with shock.
Jean:???
Holy shit, doxxed?!
"You... how do you know these?!"
"Don't be nervous." Arthur waved his hand, "I'm not a pervert, it's just that my Super Vision allows me to see through things."
As he spoke, he casually glanced at Jean's pants.
"Pink suits you very well."
Jean: "..."
Still saying you're not a pervert?!
Staring at him for a few seconds, Jean ultimately did not throw a fit.
Although the Phoenix Force lay dormant within her, Jean clearly knew how much destruction this power could cause.
And...
She could clearly feel that the man in front of her was different from Mephisto.
There was an aura of Hell on Mephisto, which made her instinctively disgusted.
While on Arthur, although it likewise carried an undeniable sense of oppression.
It added a kind of indescribable sense of security to her.
This filled Jean's heart with doubt, as if a little hand was teasing her heart.
"Forget it." Jean took a deep breath and sat back down in the booth.
"Since you know about me, I'll ask you a question as well."
"Speak." Arthur nodded.
"Why did I appear here?"
"I don't know either."
Arthur shrugged, then looked at Mephisto beside them.
"However, you can wait for a bit. After I deal with this fellow's matters, I'll chat with you."
Finished speaking, he turned to Mephisto, his tone cold.
"Mephisto, I don't care what purpose you came to the mortal world for, nor do I care how curious you are about the multiverse."
"Earth is my turf, and I do not allow any entities from the Hell Dimension to linger here."
Mephisto held his wine glass, his posture still elegant, only slightly frowning:
"Is this an eviction notice?"
"You can understand it that way." Arthur nodded.
"I could have directly taken action and beaten you back, but considering you haven't caused actual destruction yet."
"I can show mercy and give you a chance to leave with dignity."
"What if I don't leave?" Mephisto narrowed his eyes, the smile on his face retracting a bit.
"You can try."
The tone of the God Among Men was calm, but as he spoke, his eyes had already begun to glow with a red light capable of igniting stars.
The air in the entire bar suddenly became heavy.
The invisible sense of oppression from the Power of a Million Suns caused even the wine glass in Mephisto's hand to develop tiny cracks.
The Lord of Hell was silent for a moment, then put down his wine glass, stood up, and tidied the collar of his suit.
"I originally planned to leave anyway, having taken a stroll in the mortal world."
"To look at the cracks in the Universe, and by the way find that good-for-nothing son."
"Since you came personally to see me out, I have nothing left to stay for."
"Right." Arthur seemed to remember something, "Your son is in my hands now."
Mephisto's steps paused, he turned his head to look at Arthur with a surprised expression.
"What did you do to Blackheart?"
"Nothing much, he relied on his immortal body and told me I couldn't do anything to him, so I had eight priests take good care of him."
Mephisto:???
Is this "taking care of" in the proper sense?
"Are you willing to let him go?"
"Of course." Arthur nodded, "After all, he's your son, take him back and discipline him well."
"Don't let him come to Earth to cause trouble for me again."
"Deal." Mephisto was decisive and clean-cut.
For him, although Blackheart was useless at accomplishing things and good at ruining them, he was still his nominal son after all.
Being able to get someone back from Arthur's hands was already an unexpected harvest.
Wakanda, underground base.
A place that no instrument could find was where Blackheart was located.
In the dim and cramped room, it was cold and damp.
When Mephisto walked in, the first thing he saw was Blackheart hanging in the very center of the room.
Blackheart's whole body was limp, his limbs cuffed with Adamantium chains.
Most of the scales on his body had fallen off, and his skin was covered with various red marks and bruises.
There was still wet saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth, his gaze was vacant, as if he had lost his soul.
The entire demon looked like an air-dried duck hung up for a few days.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he turned to look at Arthur beside him:
"You... what did you do to him?"
"Nothing much." Arthur leaned against the door frame with an innocent expression.
"I just found a few pious believers to help him purify the evil aura of Hell."
"Purify?" Mephisto looked at Arthur with an expression of "Do you take me for an idiot?".
And Arthur also returned an expression of "You are indeed an idiot".
Mephisto: "..."
Blackheart seemed to sense something and struggled to raise his head.
"Fa... Father?"
After seeing clearly who had come, his tears instantly gushed down.
"Father, you're finally here... I... I can't hold on much longer..."
The corners of Mephisto's mouth twitched even more violently.
He had traversed Hell for countless years and seen the miserable states of countless people.
But he had never imagined that his son would be tortured into such a ghost-like state by someone.
What made his blood pressure soar even more was that in the corner of the room, there were also eight muscular priests wearing white briefs squatting and gathering together to pray.
"They..." Mephisto pointed at the eight priests.
"Oh, them." Arthur smiled, "They are all professionals I invited."
"Pro... fessionals?"
"Exorcism professionals." Arthur shrugged, "Priests are best at helping little boys cast out demons."
Jean stood by, watching all this in front of her with a face full of shock.
Could this be the world of big shots?
Mephisto took a deep breath.
He felt that if he stayed for another second, he might not be able to help himself from fighting Arthur.
But reason told him that with the strength of the man in front of him, the odds of him winning if he made a move were probably zero.
Although he was the Lord of Hell, he was only invincible in Hell.
And here...
He could only walk the mortal world relying on a mortal body, and was simply not the opponent's match.
"I want to take my son away." Mephisto snorted coldly.
"Please feel free." Arthur made a gesture of invitation.
Mephisto waved his hand, and a streak of Hellfireenveloped Blackheart along with the chains.
The chains shattered inch by inch in the Hellfire, and Blackheart collapsed limply to the ground, unable even to stand up.
"Trash."
Mephisto grabbed Blackheart by the back of his collar, hoisting him up like a little chick.
"I'll settle accounts with you when we get back."
Before stepping out of the door, he looked back at Arthur.
"Arthur Stark, you win this time."
"But the matters of the multiverse are not as simple as you think."
"What do you mean?" Arthur frowned slightly.
"You will find out."
Seeming to think of something, Mephisto grinned.
Followed closely.
The Hellfire ignited, and along with him and Blackheart, they instantly vanished from the spot.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the "Drive Mephisto Out of Earth" mission]
[Reward obtained: million-sun sentry template progress + 15%, virgo gold cloth * 1]
[million-sun sentry template progress: 75%]
"Is he gone?"
Jean Grey poked her head out from the end of the corridor, looking cautiously toward the room.
"Gone." Arthur turned around, "You can come out."
Jean walked into the room, looked around, and her gaze lingered for a few seconds on the eight priests who were packing up their gear.
She turned her head to look at Arthur, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly: "Are the people in your Universeall this special?"
"Uh... that was requested by the demon." Arthur shrugged.
"You know, demons are perverted fellows."
"I see." Jean nodded, then as if thinking of something, continued to ask.
"Then you said just now that you know about me, who on Earth are you?"
"My name is Arthur Stark, an Earthling, Homelander, the officially certified God Among Men."
Arthur walked up to her and said word by word.
"However, this is my Universe, and you... if I guessed correctly, you come from another Universe."
"There is Professor X, Magneto, the Mutant Brotherhood, and also the X-Men."
"Have you been to our Universe?" Jean asked doubtfully.
"Of course not, but I know many things you don't know." Arthur grinned.
As a transmigrator, and furthermore possessing a super brain, as long as he made a slight move, it was the limit of memory.
His world-shaking wisdom simply never forgot anything.
"Jean Grey, you have two choices now."
"First, try to find the way back yourself."
"Second, follow me."
"I'll help you figure out why you appeared in this Universe, and by the way ensure your safety."
Jean stared at the God Among Men in front of her, somewhat hesitant.
"Why should I trust you?"
"Just because I am invincible under heaven right now!" Arthur smiled confidently.
"What kind of reason is that?"
"This is an attitude." Arthur looked at her.
"I'm not the kind of person who uses any means necessary for power."
"At least... not to the people around me."
"Fine."
Jean was silent for a moment, then extended her hand and shook hands with Arthur.
"I'll go with you."
The corners of Arthur's mouth curved slightly upward.
"Welcome to join the Homelander Alliance."
[Ding! Detected special Mutant Jean Grey joining the faction]
[Current Mission: Settle the powerhouses from other Universes]
[Mission Description: Jean Grey comes from another Universe, her arrival is related to the cracks in the multiverse.]
[In the next seven days, multiple powerhouses from other Universes will arrive.]
[As the God Among Men, please use your formidable strength to settle them well]
[Mission Rewards: Phoenix Force affinity + 1, sentry template progress + 5%, Silver Superman Templatefragment + 5]
Chapter 52: Female Transformer, Homelander?
New mission...
And people from other Universes are coming over.
This caused Arthur's brow to furrow involuntarily.
How can this damn Earth be so disaster-ridden?
However, the reward made Arthur raise his brow slightly.
Although the progress of the sentry template only increased a tiny bit, the other reward could be said to be full of sincerity.
Silver Superman Template fragment...
If a Sentinel with the Power of a Million Suns possesses absolute power...
Then Silver Superman is not just as simple as absolute power.
His Super Strength can drag planets of an entire Universe, stringing them together to kick them around like beach balls.
Super speed can also break through the time barrier, traveling to the past and future.
Not only that, Heat Vision can directly burn down galaxies, and a single super sneeze can even wipe out the sun!
It is simply absurd beyond all reason!
This terrifying ability, layered with Arthur's existing abilities, firmly makes him a multiverse-tier powerhouse!
Even.
Among multiverse-tier beings, he also belongs to the formidable category.
Punching Chaos Magic, kicking Phoenix Force, and incidentally making the five major deities let out battle cries.
But right now, he still needs to settle Jean Grey in first.
...
Stark Industries Building.
After returning here, Arthur found Tony at the first instance and had him arrange a room for Jean.
Then he approached Tony himself, asking him to provide a suit of armor.
"What do you want my Iron Man armor for?" Tony looked at his brother with a bewildered face.
Logically speaking, a guy like Arthur who can fly through the sky and escape the Earth and do anything should not need the help of an Iron Man armor.
But now...
The other party actually broke tradition and asked him for a Mark armor.
This made Tony somewhat doubtful in his heart.
Did his older brother encounter some unsolvable problem?
"It's nothing, just experimenting with newly acquired technology." Arthur's expression was calm.
"You know, Tony, those aliens like Thanos have quite a few weird and wonderful technologies in their hands.
Although I am Homelander, maintaining curiosity about these things is also a very normal matter."
So that's how it is.
Tony nodded.
"You should've said so earlier."
He shrugged, then stood up from the sofa, and walked to the control console in the center of the laboratory.
He casually clicked a few times on the panel, and the sound of machinery operating came from beneath the floor.
Following closely, a wall slid open to both sides, revealing the neatly arranged Iron Man armor behind it.
From the crude tin-can Mark 1, to the latest Mark 60 used in combination with the Green Lantern Ring...
Under the illumination of the lights, dozens of sets of armor shone brilliantly, looking as if dozens of Iron Men were standing in front of Arthur.
Tony walked to a position slightly to the right of the middle, and patted one of the dark red and gold interlocked sets of armor.
"Mark 43, the last system upgrade was just completed last week, and the energy core was changed to the Arc Reactor V3."
He turned his head to look at Arthur, his face full of pride.
"Although it's not the latest model, its performance is stable and weapon systems are complete. What kind of experiment are you doing?"
"Oh, it's just an attempt."
Saying this, Arthur walked up to the armor, pressing his palm against the cold metal chest plate.
Tony stood aside with his arms crossed, his brow slightly furrowed.
Can you do an experiment just by pressing your palm on the armor?
What kind of alien technology is this?
Arthur looked at the system text before his eyes.
[Please select a mechanical creation to host your female Transformer.]
[Selected: Iron Man Mark 43 Armor]
[Loading female Transformer Allspark...]
[Loading complete!]
As the text changed.
Inside the laboratory, the Mark 43 armor began to vibrate violently.
Seeing this scene, Tony instinctively took a step back, and an emergency controller instantly popped out from his bracelet.
"What's the situation? Jarvis, cut off the laboratory's energy supply!"
"Sir, the energy supply is normal."
Jarvis's cold mechanical voice sounded.
"And under Mr. Arthur's control, a certain structural reorganization is happening inside the armor. The armor... has gained life!"
Tony:???
What the hell do you mean the armor has gained life?!
Under Tony's bewildered gaze,
the metal shell intertwined with dark red and gold began to flow.
The hard alloy melted like mercury, and the Arc Reactor on the chest bloomed with dazzling white light.
The light was mixed with countless fine golden patterns.
Those patterns spread, intertwined, and reorganized on the metal surface.
Tony was completely dumbfounded.
In his field of vision, these metals were just like growing.
As if they had gained new life.
Could everything Jarvis just said be correct?
"Arthur, what the hell is this?!" Tony looked at Arthur with a bewildered face.
"Ahem... New technology." Arthur coughed, "Alien technology is so advanced, it's very normal to be able to do this."
Tony: "..."
Are aliens really this awesome?
Then why was Thanos still beaten to death by you?!
The light gradually dispersed.
Inside Tony's laboratory, Mark 43 had completely transformed into a humanoid mechanical lifeform.
Although she was half a head shorter than Tony, her whole body was filled with a sense of power.
Transformer!
"This..."
Tony swallowed saliva with some difficulty, then turned his head to look at Arthur beside him.
"What is this? Don't tell me it was created by alien technology, I don't quite believe your words."
"Have you watched Transformers?" Arthur shrugged.
"You mean?"
"Right, this is a Transformer."
Arthur nodded, looking at the female Transformer in front of him with great satisfaction.
"Master, please give me a name."
The female Transformer stepped forward, her azure mechanical eyes looking at Arthur, her face full of newborn curiosity.
"Elsa." Arthur pondered for a moment, then said.
"Your name is now Elsa."
"Thank you, Master."
Arthur nodded, then handed the dragon talisman to Elsa, and had Tony implant some fragments into Elsa that could make her angry at any time.
Although he didn't know if Transformers could get angry, but...
What if?
Furthermore, handing the dragon talisman to Elsa could also give this Transformer a certain degree of strength.
She could protect Tony and Pepper as a couple, as well as Jean and Wanda.
Although Jean and Wanda didn't really need this female Transformer's help...
As for Hela and Carol...
Long after Thanos was dealt with, one of them took the remaining Asgardians, preparing to establish a new realm of gods on Earth.
The other returned to the Nova Corps in space, preparing to fight against other races in the Universe.
Arthur had also asked Carol which side she was fighting against back then. Although Carol didn't know much, she still told Arthur.
Green Lantern Corps.
Hearing this name, Arthur couldn't hold it together at the time.
Is this really going to start a dimensional brawl?
"Forget it, anyway, people from other Universes are coming over, let's see how things go later."
Arthur thought to himself.
Anyway, he was basically invincible on Earth now.
No matter how many people come, suppress them all.
I am the invincible Superman, and I shall suppress all enemies!
...
The early morning of New York always comes exceptionally early.
When the first ray of sunlight squeezed through the gaps of the skyscrapers.
Spider-Man was already patrolling the streets swinging on spider webs.
He had just stopped a bank robbery.
Three unlucky guys were hung upside down on a lamppost by his web, with their bottoms facing outward, waiting for the police to come collect them.
"Good efficiency today."
Peter Parker squatted on top of the lamppost, patting the dust off his hands.
Although he had only slept for three hours again last night, he was in a great mood.
After Thanos's fleet was blown up by Homelander, the crime rate across New York dropped quite a bit.
Even Kingpin and his gang shrank back into their lair and didn't dare show their heads.
Peter stretched lazily and was about to swing to the next block.
Whoosh!
A sound of breaking through the air came from overhead.
Peter instinctively rolled to the side, and a lamppost was broken in half by an impact, with sparks flying everywhere.
Looking closely, it was a man wearing dark blue tights and a red cape.
The other party was hovering mid-air, scanning the street with a cold gaze.
"Who are you?" Spider-Man was somewhat stunned, "Mimicking Homelander's red cape? Did you pay copyright fees?"
"New type of superhuman?" The man tilted his head, his eyes condensing with red light.
"Forget it, no matter what, I am Homelander, you should have heard of me."
Peter frowned.
He had indeed heard of Homelander, but isn't this thing a character in a comic book?
Could the man in front of him be a madman.
"Hey buddy, no matter what you think... Homelander is a dangerous hero.
I advise you not to imitate him, otherwise if he finds out, you're going to turn into a loli."
"Homelander? What?"
Homelander slowly descended from the sky, his brow tightly furrowed.
"What the hell is this all about?"
Did he travel across worlds?
Or what's the situation?
Homelander was somewhat bewildered, and a lot of noise also came to his ears.
There were the noisy sounds of the crowd, the sonic boom sounds coming from not far away, and the heartbeat of the man in front of him.
"Who are you?"
"Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man," Spider-Mansaid.
He looked at Homelander's attire and almost burst out laughing.
"Buddy, did you walk into the wrong set? I advise you best not to imitate Homelander, otherwise you're really going to..."
"Are you mocking me?" Homelander's expression turned cold.
"I'm stating facts." Peter shrugged.
"By the way, those three robbers just now were killed by your collision, why did you kill people?"
The three robbers hanging by the spider webs had now fallen in a pool of blood.
The lamppost Homelander broke earlier had crashed directly onto them.
Homelander lowered his head to look at those criminals, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.
"Since you saw it... then go to hell!"
If Vought found out about incidents like a superhero killing people, he would get scolded again.
Without the slightest hesitation, Homelander's eyes suddenly lit up with red light.
Peter's Spider-Sense exploded like a thunderclap.
He catapulted himself sideways, and two scorching red Heat Vision beams brushed past his shoulders.
Concrete melted in the high temperature, and steel bars twisted and broke.
"Holy crab! You guy actually really have the same abilities as Homelander?!" Peter was full of surprise.
Then he flipped his body in mid-air, shot a web to stick to the outer wall of a building, and used the momentum to swing towards Homelander's side.
Homelander turned around, Heat Vision pursuing him.
Spider-Sense was screaming all the time, making him feel as if a vibrating buzzer had been stuffed into the back of his head.
He dodged continuously in mid-air, with every Heat Visionbeam narrowly brushing past him.
"Not bad." Homelander's voice actually carried a trace of appreciation.
"Your reaction speed exceeds my expectations.
Join Vought, and I can make you the next member of the Seven."
"The Seven?"
Peter swung to the top of Homelander's head, kicking down with both feet.
"Thanks, I prefer working alone!"
Bang!
Peter's two feet kicked against Homelander's chest, with enough force to flip a truck over.
But Homelander only leaned back slightly, and then grabbed Peter's ankle.
"Your strength... is too weak."
Having said that, he abruptly threw Peter toward the ground.
Boom!!
Peter was heavily smashed into the asphalt road surface, creating a large crater.
He felt the bones in his back screaming, and a fishy taste of blood surged into his mouth.
"Oh shit, my back!"
Homelander dropped from the sky, stepped on the edge of the crater, and looked down at him condescendingly.
"Do you want to join my Super Seve—"
Before he finished speaking.
Whoosh!!
Another terrifying sonic boom sound.
Homelander turned his head to look to the left.
Then he saw the red cape fluttering in the wind, God Among Men descending from the sky, staring straight at him.
The terrifying oppression descended like stars, causing even Homelander to ooze a trace of cold sweat.
God Among Men looked at Homelander, tilted his head, somewhat surprised:
"Homelander?"
Chapter 53: Chengdu Superman, Homelander's Ultimate Trump Card?
Homelander was completely bewildered right now.
As Vought's strongest superhero and the leader of the Seven.
He had always felt that he was the most powerful existence in the world.
But now...
The powerful Homelander encountered an even more powerful God Among Men.
Just the other person appearing before him made it almost impossible for him to breathe.
"Hoo... Hoo!!"
Homelander panted heavily, his azure eyes staring intently at the man in front of him.
"Who are you?" he asked doubtfully.
Even Soldier Boy didn't possess such a terrifying sense of oppression.
Furthermore...
Combined with Spider-Man, who had just fought him, Homelander already had a vague guess in his heart.
"Me?" Arthur tilted his head, his eyes staring closely at Homelander before him.
Super Vision instantly pierced through Homelander's bodily structure.
"God Among Men, Arthur Stark."
God Among Men?
Homelander's mind was filled with doubt. Was there such a superhero in the world?
A newly launched super-human by Vought?
Or could it be...
He had crossed over?
His superhuman brain was thinking.
Homelander frowned deeply.
His superhuman brain gave up thinking.
His brain told him that if he couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't think about it anymore; he just needed to use Super Strength to figure everything out.
"Tell me, where is Vought?" Homelander stared closely at Arthur in front of him.
"There is no Vought you are looking for here." Arthur shook his head.
"None?" Homelander's lips curved up slightly. "You're lying to me!"
Boom!!
A terrifying sonic boom suddenly rang out.
Homelander instantly transformed into a blur, rushing straight in front of Arthur.
His fist tore through the airflow, bursting out with a terrifying sonic boom.
The air was crazily compressed, blasting out a terrifying white high-pressure Shockwave.
Such a terrifying punch could not be blocked at all, even by a hundred-ton heavy truck.
However.
What Homelander was facing was the God Among Men.
Body of Superman alone was already enough to suppress Homelander, let alone stacked with the Power of a Million Suns and Dragon Ball's Ki system.
The outcome was naturally self-evident.
Boom!!
The moment the punch was thrown, the smile on Homelander's face instantly froze.
He stared fixedly at the scene before him, his face filled with disbelief.
What did he see?
His own fist...
A fist completely capable of blowing up a car was actually blocked by a single finger?
Not only Homelander, but even Spider-Man, who had stood up from behind, was completely bewildered at this moment.
He had genuinely fought against Homelander just now.
The other party's strength was completely much stronger than his own.
But now...
It was actually blocked by Mr. Arthur with a single finger?!
Did it have to be this terrifying?
Spider-Man looked at the scene before him, feeling a bit dazed.
After Arthur blocked Homelander's fist with his right index finger, there was not the slightest expression on his face.
He just looked calmly at the astonished Homelander and spoke indifferently:
"What? Are you going to resort to violence at the slightest disagreement?"
"Humph!" Homelander snorted coldly. "A super-human who doesn't know what methods were used, do you think I, Homelander, was scared out of my wits?!"
As he spoke, his eyes suddenly burst with red light, and he immediately prepared to fire Heat Vision at Arthur.
However.
Arthur's eyes bloomed with a red radiance even more blazing than his.
A terrifying high temperature suddenly burst forth, resembling two blazing stars burning fiercely as they spun within his eye sockets.
Homelander: "..."
What is the background of this guy?
Is he the Pro version of me?
Why does he look so terrifying?!
Homelander was completely bewildered right now.
As Vought's strongest superhero and the leader of the Seven.
He had always felt that he was the most powerful existence in the world.
Ever since he was a child, he had never encountered an opponent who could truly make him eat dirt.
Soldier Boy wouldn't do, Stormfront wouldn't do, and that Butcher whom he cuckolded definitely wouldn't do either.
But now...
The man in front of him wearing a white shirt and a red cape over his shoulders...
What was the situation?!
"This is impossible..."
Under the crisis of life and death, Homelander catapulted into the air, fiercely charging backward.
While flying backward, he adjusted his posture, facing Arthur directly, and his eyes shot out Heat Vision explosively.
Whoosh!!
Two crimson beams shot out fiercely from his eyes.
Striking straight towards Arthur's chest.
This was Homelander's strongest offensive means.
Enough to melt steel and pierce through concrete.
Burning a commercial airliner to ashes within seconds.
Although Arthur's sense of oppression earlier was even more blazing than a star.
But if he chose not to fight just because the other person was stronger than him...
That was the mindset of a weakling!
However.
Facing Homelander's Heat Vision.
Arthur said nothing, his eyes simply continuing to glow with crimson light.
Following closely.
Two thicker, brighter, and hotter beams shot out fiercely, resembling shooting star streams.
In an instant, Homelander's Heat Vision was swallowed up completely, just like snowflakes falling into boiling Water.
After devouring Homelander's Heat Vision, Arthur's beams did not decrease in momentum, shooting fiercely forward.
"No... Don't come over!!"
Homelander shouted loudly, instantly accelerating his escape speed and flying towards the Manhattan skyline.
Boom!!
The sonic boom resounded, and the air was rapidly torn apart.
As Homelander, his flight speed was faster than airplanes and missiles.
He even felt that he might have already surpassed the speed of light!
As long as he fled with all his might, he believed the guy behind him wouldn't be able to catch up to him at all.
However.
Just when he thought he had shaken off that monster.
A strange man's voice came from beside him.
"Your daddy once said that you can only be considered a loli in Chengdu..."
Homelander was shocked in his heart, then abruptly turned his head.
He saw Arthur flying leisurely and comfortably beside him, supporting his head with his right hand, looking completely at ease.
He even had the leisure to wave at Homelander.
"Open it yourself?"
"Holy Crab, Fuck!!"
Homelander was completely dumbfounded.
He hurriedly accelerated again, pouring almost all of his strength into his flight.
New York's skyscrapers receded rapidly beneath his feet.
Manhattan's streets turned into blurred lines.
He passed through clouds, flocks of birds, and even flying commercial airliners couldn't fly past him.
Surely that damn guy had been shaken off by him, right?
Homelander thought to himself.
Then...
He turned his head to look to the left.
"!!!"
Almost instantly, Homelander's expression, which had originally relaxed, turned incomparably horrified.
That guy was right beside him, looking at him with a leisurely expression.
His face still carried that half-smiling expression.
"You..." Homelander's scalp tingled, "Don't you fucking come over!!"
He flew close to the outer wall of a skyscraper, attempting to use the building to shake off Arthur behind him.
But...
The God Among Men was just like a dog-skin plaster, completely impossible to shake off!
"What? Are you playing hide-and-seek with Daddy?"
Homelander was about to go crazy.
No matter how he flew, the other party stayed right by his side.
He was simply like a sticky plaster, completely impossible to shake off!
He slammed on the brakes, hovering mid-air, panting heavily, turned around, and roared at Arthur:
"What the fuck do you want?!"
"What do I want?"
Arthur put away his smile and slowly flew in front of Homelander.
"You came over from another Universe, came to my turf, and even killed people..."
The scarlet light in Arthur's eyes lit up once more, resembling a god and a demon.
"You ask me what I want? This is my planet, this is my land, everything belongs to me!"
"I..."
Homelander felt the oppression emitted by the man in front of him.
That intense feeling was even greater than before.
It was like a huge mountain pressing down on his chest.
Causing even Homelander, who fancied himself a god, to inevitably feel some difficulty in breathing.
This level of power, this sense of oppression...
Even if all the superheroes of Vought Company were added together, they wouldn't even come close.
Could it be that he was no longer invincible?!
Homelander felt some sorrow deep in his heart, but looking at Arthur before him, he still asked in a low voice:
"Then you... what do you want to do? I don't know why I appeared here either. Clearly it was just a normal flight, but after waking up, I appeared in this city, appeared in your world..."
Watching the increasingly flustered Homelander, Arthur's inner doubts arose once again.
Did Homelander not know why he traveled across the Universe either?
Seeing that Homelander's emotions were becoming increasingly abnormal, Arthur quickly interrupted him.
"Enough, no matter which Universe you came from, and no matter how strong you were before or how high your status was. On this Earth, there is only one rule."
He pointed one finger to the sky and one finger to the ground, his expression solemn.
"This planet is mine, and I am the only god on this planet. Across the heavens and the Earth, I am supreme alone!"
Homelander stared closely at the God Among Men before him, gritting his teeth tightly.
He could tell what Arthur meant.
Submit, or be eliminated.
"What if I don't agree?" Homelander asked in a low voice.
As the leader of the Seven, his innate pride made him unwilling to live under someone else.
"You don't agree?"
Arthur tilted his head, then clenched his fists tightly.
Boom!!
Clearly it was just a simple fist-clenching action.
But it was able to make the surrounding air emit a piercing sonic boom.
"Humph! I still have an ultimate trump card!"
Homelander snorted coldly. Although cold sweat had already broken out, he still maintained an appearance of being completely at ease.
"An ultimate trump card?" Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Let me see?"
"Once this ultimate trump card of mine comes out, you will definitely die without a burial place, so I advise you to let me leave quickly." Homelander said.
An ultimate trump card that could make the Power of a Million Suns Sentinel die without a burial place?
Arthur's heart was filled with curiosity.
In The Boys, is Homelander this awesome?
"Let me see!"
Homelander gritted his teeth.
"You forced me to do this!"
Having said that, under Arthur's expectant gaze.
He turned around and ran, instantly disappearing on the spot.
Arthur: "..."
Is this fucking your ultimate trump card?
Chapter 54: Zombie Cyclops and Zombie Wolverine? The Might of the virgo gold cloth!
Homelander was no match for Arthur and was knocked out with a single punch.
Although Spider-Man had suffered a slight injury in the fight against Homelander,
he recovered instantly under the effect of the Senzu Bean.
Seeing that Spider-Man had nothing better to do, Arthurinvited him to join the Homelander Alliance.
Spider-Man immediately expressed his loyalty, saying that joining the Anti-Superman Alliance before was entirely due to being bewitched by Nick Fury and failing to meet a true master.
Now, meeting Mr. Arthur Stark, the Homelander, was simply a blessing of three lifetimes.
"If the lord does not abandon me, I am willing..."
"Wait, aren't you acting a bit too much?"
Lin · Invincible · Li looked at the Spider-Man in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitching wildly.
Not knowing if it was his illusion, he always felt why this Spider-Man was acting like a clown?
Was the Spider-Man in the original work like this?
Or could it be that...
this Universe had already been messed up beyond recognition by Loki, the God of Stories?
Spider-Man was stunned for a moment, scratching the back of his head:
"Huh? Am I not just expressing a bit of loyalty..."
"Expressing loyalty and reciting lines are two different things." Arthur sighed, "Which Romance of the Three Kingdoms crew did you learn that speech from just now?"
"Uh... I've watched a few episodes."
Arthur stared at him for two seconds, and ultimately decided not to bicker with this guy whose brain seemed a bit abnormal.
"Alright, get up." He turned around, "Let's go back first and talk later."
Spider-Man climbed up and followed behind him.
The effect of the Senzu Bean was indeed heaven-defying; the ribs broken by Homelander earlier had completely healed, and even the bruises were gone.
He even felt that his condition was even better than before the battle.
"Um, Mr. Stark." Peter caught up.
"Just call me Arthur."
"Alright, Mr. Arthur."
When the two returned to Stark Tower, Tony was standing in the first-floor lobby waiting.
He glanced at Spider-Man following behind Arthur, and then at the unconscious Homelander being held in Arthur's hand.
"Who is this?" Tony frowned.
"From another Universe."
"Another... Again?" Tony rubbed his temples, remembering Jean from a few days ago, "How many people like this are you going to invite into our home?"
"No choice, this is my Earth. As the only God Among Men, I have to properly protect my Earth, right?"
Arthur threw Homelander onto the sofa, producing a dull thud.
"And the cracks in the multiverse are getting bigger and bigger. This is the first, but definitely not the last."
Tony was silent for a few seconds, then spoke up: "Then what do you plan to do with this person?"
"Lock him up for now, we'll talk later." Saying that, Arthurlooked at the mission panel in front of him.
[Current Quest: Settle powerful individuals from other Universes (1/10)]
[Quest Description: Jean Grey comes from another Universe, and her arrival is related to the cracks in the multiverse.
In the next seven days, multiple powerful individuals from other Universes will arrive.
As the God Among Men, please use your formidable strength to settle them properly]
[Quest Rewards: Phoenix Force affinity +1, sentry template progress +5%, Silver Superman Templatefragment +5]
Tony took a deep look at his older brother, and in the end could only sigh helplessly.
He couldn't help much right now, but once Mark 60 and the Green Lantern Ring achieved a perfect fusion,
he would probably be able to help Arthur out a bit.
Right at this moment, Arthur's communicator suddenly rang.
The caller ID showed T'Challa.
"Mr. Stark." T'Challa's voice came through the earpiece, carrying a trace of suppressed urgency.
"Something happened."
"Speak."
"There's a situation at the Homelander Alliance base." T'Challa's voice was kept very low.
"Several... I don't know how to describe them.
They look like humans, but not quite human."
Arthur frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"Zombies." T'Challa finally thought of the word to describe them.
"Two zombies, one wearing red quartz glasses, and the other... with metal claws growing on its hands.
They are very strong, and my troops can't stop them."
Zombies?
Arthur raised an eyebrow. Why did even zombies show up?
What on Earth is going on here?
"How long have they been there?"
"The firefight started ten minutes ago. I've already had all non-combat personnel evacuate the base, but their advance speed is very fast. I'm afraid we won't last much longer."
"Wait for me."
Arthur hung up the phone and turned to look at Tony and Peter.
"Something happened in Wakanda, I'm going over."
"I'll go with you!" Peter immediately jumped up.
"No need." Arthur shook his head, the blue light of the Space Stone already glowing in his palm.
"You are already a member of the Homelander Alliance. Use Adamantium handcuffs to cuff this guy."
He pointed at Homelander lying on the sofa.
"Watch this guy. If he wakes up, don't fight him head-on; call Elsa over."
"Who is Elsa?" Peter asked with a blank face.
But Arthur had already disappeared.
Only Tony patted Peter on the shoulder and asked him:
"Would you like some Lafite? Year '82."
Wakanda, Homelander Alliance base.
This base was ordered to be built by Arthur after he conquered Wakanda.
Relying on Vibranium technology and Wakanda's top engineering team, it had already taken initial shape in just a few days.
At this moment, in the central hall of the base, a fierce battle was underway.
Black Panther T'Challa, wearing the Vibranium suit, was confronting two uninvited guests head-on.
The one on the left wore a blue and yellow uniform, with a pair of red quartz glasses over his eyes.
His skin was as gray and white as paper, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and thick black liquid hung from the corners of his mouth.
The right half of his face was almost chewed away, revealing the white bones underneath, yet he was still like a living creature, extremely creepy.
Zombie Cyclops?
The one on the right had a tattered black and yellow uniform, exposing dark gray skin.
Three metal claws extended from each of his hands, stained with fresh blood.
Wolverine.
No, it was Zombie Wolverine!
"Fall back!" T'Challa shouted fiercely, his Vibranium claws popping out as he slashed towards Zombie Cyclops.
Zombie Cyclops's movements were stiff, but his speed was surprisingly fast.
He sidestepped to avoid T'Challa's attack, and a turbid red beam shot out from his quartz glasses.
Boom!
The beam blasted against the Vibranium suit, the huge impact lifting T'Challa off his feet and slamming him heavily into the supporting pillar behind him.
"Your Majesty!"
Okoye rushed over, her spear sweeping horizontally to force back Zombie Wolverine, who was approaching from the side.
"Don't come over!"
T'Challa struggled to stand up, a charred crack appearing on his suit.
"These two things are too dangerous, you guys are no match for them at all!"
Zombie Wolverine let out a low roar, the sound squeezing out from his rotting throat, extremely chilling.
He suddenly leaped up, the three metal claws aiming at Okoye's chest.
Okoye raised her spear to block.
Crack!
The spear was cut in half by the metal claws, and a gash was torn open on Okoye's shoulder, blood splashing.
"Okoye!" T'Challa roared and rushed forward, but was forced back once again by a beam from Zombie Cyclops.
The situation was completely out of control.
T'Challa barely managed to protect Okoye and a few injured royal guard members, retreating to the corner of the hall.
Zombie Cyclops and Zombie Wolverine approached step by step from left and right.
T'Challa clenched his teeth.
He didn't want to admit it, but when facing an absolute gap in power, individual willpower truly appeared infinitely small.
"Your Majesty, run!" Okoye shouted, clutching her wound.
"Wakanda has no deserters." T'Challa stood in front of her, the patterns on the Vibranium suit glowing to the extreme.
Even if he died, he would die standing up.
Zombie Wolverine lunged forward first, his metal claws tearing through the air with a piercing screech.
T'Challa raised his arms to block, his Vibranium claws directly chopped off.
Seeing that the Adamantium claws were about to pierce into his arm,
Swish!!
An extremely thick red beam suddenly descended from the sky.
Zombie Wolverine was forcibly forced back.
T'Challa was slightly stunned, then looked up at the sky, seeing golden light flying down.
The God Among Men wore a set of golden armor.
Every piece of armor scale was like it was forged from sunfragments, with unspeakable cosmic profound mysteries flowing across the surface.
The helmet covered most of his face, revealing only his lips and chin, along with those eyes still glowing with red light.
The virgo gold cloth.
A golden cape draped over his shoulders, unfolding like a pair of wings, turning into beams of light as the golden feathers drifted down.
"I'didn't expect them to actually be zombies."
Looking at Zombie Wolverine, whose arm had been blasted through by him yet was still bouncing around lively, Arthur raised his right fist.
Golden light gathered on the fist surface; this was a more essential, primitive, and terrifying thing—
Cosmo and Dragon Ball's Ki.
Two completely different yet equally terrifying energies merged within that punch.
"Since you are no longer living people..." Arthur took a step forward, the floor beneath his feet shattering into powder.
"Then I will send you to a thorough rest."
Boom!
A punch out like a dragon!!
The fist wind, fusing Cosmo and Dragon Ball's Ki, was like an invisible storm of death, instantly sweeping across the entire hall.
Zombie Cyclops's body began to disintegrate in the storm, skin, muscle, and bones peeling off layer by layer, shattering layer by layer.
He tried to fire Heat Vision, but it was simply too late!
Zombie Wolverine let out a final roar, his Adamantiumclaws thrusting fiercely toward Arthur.
But before the claws could touch the virgo gold cloth, they were crushed into metal powder by the power of Cosmo.
Following that, his entire being was annihilated in the aftermath of that punch.
In an instant.
The two zombies were completely erased from the level of existence, as if they had never appeared in this world.
T'Challa and Okoye widened their eyes, and all the Wakanda warriors froze in place.
What did they see?
A punch.
Just a single punch.
Two zombies that even the Wakanda army couldn't stop were punched until not even ashes were left!
Is this the strength of the God Among Men?!
Chapter 55: Regent of Viltrum, Mutant Apocalypse, A Storm is Coming!
Arthur crouched down and used Super Vision to scan the remains of the two zombies.
Even though they were shattered by his punch, a certain eerie vitality still lingered on the pieces of flesh and bone fragments.
Black liquid wriggled between the fragments, attempting to reconnect.
"As expected, the zombie virus is no joke." He stood up, his eyes glowing crimson.
Heat Vision swept across every piece of debris on the ground, and the ultra-high temperature burned everything to ashes.
After confirming that nothing was left, Arthur withdrew his Heat Vision and turned to look at T'Challa.
"How did these two guys get here?"
T'Challa held his injured arm, his face still pale.
"I don't know. The base's early warning system didn't detect any anomalies; they just seemed to appear in the hall out of thin air."
"Out of thin air?" Arthur frowned slightly.
"Yes." T'Challa nodded.
Arthur was silent for a few seconds.
Could the cracks in the Universe have grown to this extent?
Even infected zombies like these can directly appear on Earth...
If that is really the case, the problem is much more serious than he imagined.
"I understand." Arthur turned around. "Get your injuries treated first. We'll talk about upgrading the base's defense system later."
"Are you leaving?" T'Challa asked.
"Back to New York." The blue light of the Space Stone lit up in Arthur's palm.
"Some things need to be prepared in advance."
...
New York, Stark Tower.
When Arthur returned, Tony and Peter were squatting in the living room, pointing and gossiping at Homelander, who was handcuffed with Adamantium bracelets.
"Look at his bone density. It's three times higher than an ordinary person's."
Holding a scanner, Tony clicked his tongue in wonder as he scanned him.
"And his muscle fiber arrangement is very strange, not like a human's." Peter leaned closer, looking curious.
Homelander's face was full of humiliation. Like an animal in a zoo, he felt as if he had returned to the laboratory.
"Fuck! Once I get out of this, you two damned bastards can go die!"
He struggled violently, but the Adamantium chains were simply not something he could break free from.
At this moment, Homelander could only act like a powerless husband, watching these two guys point and gossip at him.
"What are you two doing?" Arthur walked out from the blue light.
"Researching," Tony replied. "I suspect that there is a special energy storage mechanism in this guy's cell structure..."
"Alright, we'll talk about the research later." Arthurinterrupted him. "There is business now."
Tony raised his head, and seeing Arthur's solemn expression, he put away the scanner in his hand.
"What's the situation?" He was a bit surprised. The last time Arthur was this serious was when Thanos was about to arrive on Earth.
Arthur walked up to the table, turned on the holographic projection, and brought up the battle footage from the Wakanda base just now.
"Two zombies appeared over in Wakanda. They are X-Menfrom another Universe. If I'm not mistaken, they should be Cyclops and Wolverine."
"Zombies?" Peter's expression changed. "Really?"
"Really." Arthur nodded.
Tony frowned: "You mean things from other Universes can now appear directly on Earth?"
"From the current perspective, yes." Arthur's gaze swept across everyone present, "And this trend will only get more and more serious."
He looked at Peter: "Call Jean over, along with Wanda and Black Cat."
Peter immediately ran out to make a phone call.
Ten-odd minutes later, in the conference room on the top floor of Stark Tower, everyone had gathered.
Jean Grey sat in the corner, her red hair shimmering under the lights.
Wanda leaned against the wall. After this period of getting along, although her vigilance toward Arthur had not completely dissipated, she was no longer as hostile as before.
Black Cat Felicia sat next to Jean, crossing her legs in a lazy posture.
"So, is there something specific you called us here for?" she asked.
"The cracks in the Universe are expanding." Arthur stood before the holographic projection, getting straight to the point.
"Over the past few days, multiple people from other Universes have appeared on Earth."
"Jean is the first, Homelander is the second, and those two zombies in Wakanda are the third and fourth."
"You mean there will be more?" Jean asked with a frown.
"Based on my judgment, there will be many." Arthurnodded, "And the things that come might not all be people."
"Then what should we do?" Peter asked.
"Prepare in advance." Arthur looked at everyone present.
"I need you to form a reconnaissance team to handle emergencies when I can't deal with them myself."
"Jean, your Phoenix Force is currently the strongest combat power in the team besides me. You are the first tier."
Jean nodded. She herself wanted to return to her original Universe, so naturally, she took this kind of matter more to heart than others.
"Wanda, your Chaos Magic has huge potential. Although it hasn't fully awakened yet, it's enough as the main force of the second tier."
Arthur continued.
"Black Cat, you are responsible for city-wide patrols and intelligence gathering. Your agility and perception give you the biggest advantage in this area."
Felicia made an OK gesture.
"Peter, you are responsible for establishing contact with New York's street forces. Report any anomalies immediately."
"No problem!" Peter patted his chest.
"Tony, you continue to be responsible for equipment and logistics, while monitoring abnormal energy fluctuations globally."
"Already on it." Tony shrugged.
Arthur finally looked at Elsa. This silver-haired, blue-eyed female Transformers stood quietly behind him.
"Elsa, you are responsible for mobile support. Go wherever there's a problem."
Holding the dragon talisman, Elsa nodded: "Okay."
"Alright." Arthur clapped his hands. "Over the next seven days, be on standby 24 hours a day. Call me directly if there's a problem, and I'll rush over at the first moment."
"What about you?" Jean suddenly asked.
"Me?"
Arthur smiled.
"I'm going to find those aggressive guys and strike first."
...
The border between America and New Mexico.
In a desolate desert, the light of the Bifrost pierced down from the sky, landing in the middle of the desert.
Hela stood in front of the temporary camp set up by the Asgardians, looking up at the familiar pillar of light.
The Bifrost, a power once controlled by her father Odin, was now in her hands.
Ever since she was conquered by Arthur, Hela had brought the remaining Asgardians to this desert, preparing to rebuild the city of Asgard.
The location was chosen by Arthur, with the reasoning that it was sparsely populated and suitable for a Nordic mythology-style architectural complex.
Although Hela didn't say it out loud, she was quite satisfied with Arthur's choice in her heart.
This desert was big enough and quiet enough.
She was directing a few Asgardian craftsmen to move materials when she suddenly sensed an unusual aura.
Unfamiliar, powerful.
Carrying a coldness and arrogance completely different from Asgard.
Hela turned her head abruptly.
High above the desert, a figure appeared out of thin air.
It was a man wearing red and white armor, tall and with a stern expression.
He swept his dark blue eyes across the camp and Hela, carrying a sense of scrutiny and contempt.
"What is this place?" the man spoke, his voice low and icy.
Hela narrowed her eyes. She could sense that the other party's power level was very strong.
Yet she had never seen this man in the Universe.
"Who are you?" Hela asked in return.
"Regent of Viltrum, Thragg." The man slowly landed on the sandy ground, dust scattering beneath his feet.
"Answer my question, woman."
"Woman?"
Hela raised an eyebrow and slowly lifted her hand, the aura of death spreading out.
"I am Hela, the Goddess of Death of Asgard, the Queen of Goddesses."
The desert beneath her feet began to crack, and black deathly aura surged out from the fissures.
"This is where my Asgardians are rebuilding our home, and you..."
Hela lifted her head, her gaze icy.
"You broke into my territory and called me a woman?"
"Asgard?" Thragg frowned. "Never heard of it."
"I don't care what kind of Queen of Goddesses or whatever else you are." Thragg spoke coldly, then asked, "Answer my question. Which galaxy is this, and which planet is this?"
Hela stared closely at this man full of oppression. Asgardians never feared battle.
But the momentum emanating from the man before her indeed made Hela feel unprecedented pressure.
She suddenly regretted not calling Arthur over.
...
Meanwhile, in a cemetery in Queens, New York.
The night was deep, the moonlight blocked by clouds, and only a few dim streetlights cast blurry halos among the grave mounds.
Two generations of the Ghost Rider were sitting in front of a tombstone drinking.
Johnny Blaze, the first-generation Ghost Rider, held a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
Dan Ketch, the second-generation Ghost Rider, also held a bottle in his hand.
"What on Earth is the background of that Homelander?" Dan took a swig of wine. "During that Mephisto incident last time, he sent away the Lord of Hell's avatar with a single move."
"I don't know." Johnny shook his head. "But one thing is for sure: that guy is even stronger than we imagined."
"Stronger than Mephisto?"
"Much stronger than Mephisto." Johnny said, "Mephisto is invincible in Hell, but his power is greatly discounted once he leaves Hell. But that guy..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped.
Both turned their heads at the same time, looking deep into the cemetery.
There was a huge stone tombstone inscribed with a name no one recognized.
At this moment, standing atop that tombstone was a man.
He wore a suit of gray-blue armor, his eyes pure white, and his face as hard as bronze.
The aura radiating from his entire body was ancient and powerful, carrying a near-divine sense of oppression.
"Strange guys..." Johnny slowly stood up.
"No." Dan also stood up. "Is this guy a demon? Or what kind of ghost thing is he?"
The man on the tombstone slowly turned around, his white pupils sweeping across the two generations of Ghost Rider, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.
"Interesting, knights of Hell, and... the aura of Earth."
"This is indeed Earth, but not my Earth."
"Who are you?" Johnny asked in a deep voice.
"Apocalypse." The man leaped down from the tombstone.
"The progenitor of Mutants, the first Mutant."
He raised his hand, the markings on his desert-colored arms lighting up.
"Tell me, on this Earth, who is the strongest?"
Johnny and Dan exchanged glances and spoke simultaneously: "What do you want to do?"
Apocalypse slowly raised his head, his eyes lighting up with a strange glow.
"If no one can stop me, then this planet will be my new empire."