Chapter 86: It doesn't matter, I am the strongest!
The Ben watch.
This thing is a prop from "Ben 10", allowing the wearer to switch into the forms of various alien heroes.
Although for Arthur, those alien forms might not be considered very strong, some of their abilities are indeed very interesting.
For example, Alien X, that thing can manipulate reality, and Four Arms, which can lift a city, and XLR8, whose speed can exceed the speed of light.
However, the most valuable part of this thing is that it can extract racial genes, thereby optimizing them into the most perfect condition and stacking them with existing abilities.
If he used the Ben watch to transform into a certain alien form, and then stacked the Power of a Million Suns and the Body of Superman...
That scene was too U.S., Arthur didn't dare to imagine it.
"Arthur?" Tony caught up.
Arthur turned around, looking at Tony and Carol.
"I'll go handle it," he said, "You guys stay here and protect Earth well."
"You alone?" Carol frowned.
"If the two Universes are really going to collide, you won't be able to help even if you go," Arthur said very directly.
"I will intercept that Universe at the collision point and push it back."
"Are you crazy?" Tony widened his eyes, "That's a Universe!"
Arthur turned around, grinning with a Satoru Gojo-style smile.
"It doesn't matter, I am the strongest!"
Arthur rushed out of Stark Tower, turning into a golden stream of light piercing straight into the sky.
He passed through the atmosphere, hovered briefly in space for a second, and then flew towards the tearing Universe crack.
That crack hung outside Jupiter's orbit, like a wound slashed open by a sharp blade, its edges glowing with a strange purple light.
On the other side of the crack, the Universe being pushed over was clearly visible.
The dark red planet slowly rotated in the crack, like a huge eyeball, gazing at the world about to be destroyed by its collision.
Arthur's Super Vision penetrated the crack, seeing the scene inside that Universe.
His pupils shrank slightly.
That Universe, he knew it.
Jean Grey was floating above a piece of ruins, the flames of the Phoenix Force burning around her body, her face full of exhaustion and anxiety.
Behind her were Magneto, Storm, Scott, Hank, and all the faces he had once seen in the X-Men Universe.
They stood on scorched Earth, the sky above their heads splitting into countless gaps, purple light pouring down from the gaps like an apocalypse.
That was the X-Men Universe he had visited before!
"How could this happen?" Arthur's expression was a bit ugly, he had fought in that Universe before, and had spent a night with Jean.
In that Universe, there were still traces left by him, people he had saved, and comrades he had fought side by side with.
Now, that Universe was being pushed over by the God of Stories, and was about to perish together with his Universe.
"Let's give it a try, God of Stories... unexpectedly not the Loki in my memory, perhaps something I don't know happened in this."
Arthur took a deep breath, the Power of a Million Sunsoperating wildly within his body.
Golden light overflowed from his body surface, like a burning supernova.
The blue light of the Space Stone lit up from his left hand, intertwining with the golden light to form a two-color barrier.
He raised both hands, palms aimed at the crack, trying to use the power of the Space Stone to block the passage between the two Universes.
The barrier covered the surface of the crack, trying to prevent the further approach of that Universe.
Arthur's eyes lit up.
It's effective!
The expansion speed of the crack slowed down.
But it only slowed down for less than three seconds.
The dark red sphere shook violently in the crack, and a force far beyond imagination surged out from the other end of the crack.
That was the mass of the entire Universe, crashing into the barrier of the Space Stone, just like a whale crashing into a fishing net.
The light of the Space Stone flickered violently, and cracks began to appear in the blue light.
"This... this mass is a bit too big!"
Arthur gritted his teeth and increased the output.
His body was trembling, and the Power of a Million Sunswas frantically extracted and injected into the barrier of the Space Stone.
The golden light and blue light intertwined, trying to stabilize the collapsing barrier.
But the Space Stone was wailing.
It could manipulate dimensional space, tear apart Universebarriers, and shuttle through the multiverse.
But it could not stop the physical propulsion of an entire Universe.
That was an impact that exceeded the power limit of a single Infinity Stone.
"No, the Space Stone cannot hold on, a more powerful force is needed to contend against it, and there is also the God of Stories behind..."
Arthur's mind raced rapidly.
He still had the six Infinity Stones, the Power of a Million Suns, the Body of Superman, Magnetic Field Rotation, the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, the gold cloth, and the spark lens.
But among these powers, not a single one could independently stop the collision of the two Universes.
"What if the six Infinity Stones are activated together?" he thought, "If coupled with the Power of a Million Suns, coupled with the power of the Silver Superman shards, coupled with the Cosmo of the gold cloth..."
Before he had time to try, Super Hearing captured a trace of unusual sound.
Arthur turned his head abruptly, Super Vision piercing through a distance of hundreds of millions of kilometers, looking toward Earth.
He saw that outside Earth's orbit, fleet after fleet was gushing out from the crack.
Those fleets were pitch-black, blocking out the sky and sun. The number of spaceships was so large that they almost connected into a metallic ring belt surrounding Earth.
Their shapes varied, like blades, behemoths, hive nests...
But on the bow of every spaceship, the same emblem was engraved.
That was...
The Thanos fleets.
"Talk about good timing." Arthur's expression sank.
Under the blessing of Super Vision, he naturally saw the Thanos in those fleets.
Dozens of Thanos, every single one wearing a golden Infinity Gauntlet.
They came from different Universes, pushed here by the God of Stories, like an ant colony driven out of their nest, frantically pouring into this Universe.
And their target was the same as every previous Thanos.
Earth.
"Tony, Carol!" Arthur roared into the communicator.
"Saw it!" Tony's voice came from the communicator, sounding a bit nervous.
"We are activating all defense systems, but there are too many... All these Thanos combined are ten times larger in scale than the last invasion!"
"The Nova Corps is already on the way!" Carol's voice followed closely, "But it takes time to arrive, we must hold on!"
Arthur glanced at the crack behind him, and then at the approaching Thanos fleet in the distance.
He was facing a choice.
Continue using the Space Stone to seal the crack and prevent the Universe collision, but unable to free up a hand to deal with the Thanos fleet.
The Thanos fleet would destroy Earth, and his Universewould completely fall.
Or give up sealing the crack and turn to deal with the Thanos fleet, but the Universe collision would happen within a few hours, and the two Universes would be destroyed simultaneously.
Both paths were dead ends.
"No, that's not right."
Arthur's super brain was operating at high speed.
He was not alone.
He could use Shadow Clones!
The Shadow Clone Technique in the Chakra power system.
Every clone was a physical entity, possessing the ability to act independently.
If the Power of a Million Suns was distributed to different clones, each clone would possess enough power to fight Universe-class enemies.
"Tony." Arthur spoke, his voice calming down.
"What's wrong?"
"Earth is left to you and Hela," Arthur said, "I will handle the Thanos fleet, but it will take some time."
"What do you plan to do?"
Arthur did not answer, he formed hand seals.
Shadow Clone Technique.
Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!
Five puffs of white smoke burst around him.
After the smoke dissipated, five Arthur were suspended in space.
This was the limit of the Chakra power system under the Power of a Million Suns.
He could divide the Power of a Million Suns equally into six parts, keeping one part for the main body, and each of the five clones holding one part.
Each clone possessed power close to one-sixth of the Power of a Million Suns.
Although not as strong as the main body, it was more than enough to deal with Thanos-level enemies.
"Go." Arthur spoke.
The five Shadow Clones moved simultaneously.
They turned into five golden streams of light, flying toward different directions.
And Arthur's main body turned to face the Universe crack.
He raised both hands again, the blue light of the Space Stone lighting up, intertwining with the Power of a Million Suns.
This time, he didn't need to deal with other enemies simultaneously, and could seal the crack with all his might.
The blue barrier stabilized again, and the dark red planetwas blocked outside.
The expansion speed of the crack slowed down again, and although it still couldn't be completely stopped, at least time was bought.
"Jean." Arthur whispered this name.
His Super Vision penetrated the crack, seeing the red-haired girl.
She was looking up at the sky, seemingly sensing something.
The flames of the Phoenix Force burned around her body, wrapping her entire person in a warm light.
"Wait for me," Arthur said, "I'll be right over."
...
On Earth, the Thanos fleet had already entered the atmosphere.
The pitch-black spaceships blocked out the sunlight, dyeing the entire sky grayish-black.
Chitauri soldiers gushed out from the cabins, overwhelming the sky like locusts.
On the ground, citizens screamed and fled in all directions.
Tony, wearing the Mark 60 armor, hovered above Stark Tower.
The Ark Reactor on his chest shone blindingly, and the Green Lantern Ring on his right ring finger glowed with green light.
Beside him, Elsa with the dragon talisman stood on the rooftop, her silver long hair fluttering in the wind.
Hela flew over from the direction of Asgard, the power of death lingering around her body.
Carol swooped down from space, the flames of the Binary state wrapping her entire person.
"They're here." Tony took a deep breath.
"Of course." Carol nodded in response.
Just as they were about to start fighting, they saw Arthur's five Shadow Clones crashing into the Thanos fleet from different directions.
Golden light exploded in the sky, like a grand fireworks display.
Spaceship after spaceship was blasted to pieces, Chitaurisoldiers were shot down one by one, and Thanos after Thanos was repelled by the fists of the Shadow Clones.
But the number of Thanos was simply too large.
One was repelled, and another stepped up.
One was killed, and two more rushed up to fill the vacancy.
They were like an endless tide, with no end in sight.
"This won't do," Hela's voice came through the communicator, she was tearing apart a spaceship with the power of death, "There are too many of them."
"I know," Tony gritted his teeth, "But hold on, until Arthurfinishes dealing with the matter over there."
"Can he finish dealing with it?" Hela asked.
"It doesn't matter." Tony took a deep breath, a trace of hope flashing in the depths of his eyes, "He is the strongest!"
In space, Arthur's main body continuously outputted energy to seal the crack.
He looked at the Universe being pushed over on the other side of the crack, Jean fighting in the ruins, Magnetoleading the Mutants to resist unknown enemies.
And his power was being consumed.
Although the Power of a Million Suns was massive, sealing the physical propulsion of a Universe was equivalent to fighting against the entire mass of a Universe.
Every tremor of the crack would consume a large amount of his energy.
"In this situation, more power is needed, but right now, where else can power be obtained?"
Arthur frowned.
Right now, if he wanted to gain stronger power, unless he started from the Body of Superman, there was simply no possibility of stopping the Universe collision.
And just as Arthur was pondering, in the void beside him, a door unexpectedly opened out of thin air.
Following closely—
He saw a tall and sturdy figure fly out from it.
He wore a silver battle suit, with an "S" logo on his chest, looking somewhat aged, with white hair.
Arthur was slightly stunned.
This is Superman?
"Arthur Stark, hello."
The newcomer nodded and looked at him, grinning.
"Who are you?" Arthur asked.
"Me?" The aged Superman tilted his head and flew in front of Arthur.
"I am the God of Stories you are looking for..."
Chapter 87: Being a Superman or Being a Corporate Slave?
That door closed in the void, leaving no trace behind.
Arthur looked at the aged Silver Superman in front of him, the Power of a Million Suns surging frantically within his body, ready to erupt at any moment.
But the other party was merely floating there, wearing a smile so gentle it was almost benevolent.
That smile sent chills down his spine.
"God of Stories?" Arthur narrowed his eyes. "You're not quite what I have in mind."
"What do you have in mind?" The aged Superman tilted his head. "An old man in a green robe and a golden crown, fond of sitting in a castle at the end of time to watch the show?"
Arthur did not reply.
"That was in the past," said the God of Stories. "That was when the God of Stories was just born.
Back then, I was still young and felt that a story should have an observer, a narrator who doesn't participate in it."
He raised his hand, looking at the layer of silver light on his palm.
"But later I discovered that the observer is also part of the story.
And when a story is long enough, so long that there is no ending at all, the observer begins to feel bored."
"So you want to end it," Arthur said.
"Yes," the God of Stories nodded. "I have devoured thousands of Universes, watching countless stories begin and end.
But every ending is merely another beginning.
There is no true final chapter, no perfect curtain call.
All stories eventually turn into an infinite loop of 'what next?'."
His gaze fell upon Arthur.
"Until I saw you."
Arthur's brows furrowed deeper.
"You come from another world, a world I have never recorded," said the God of Stories. "Your very existence is a variable, a variance that even the book of oa cannot predict.
Your power has grown from Zero within just a few months to a level sufficient to shake the Multiverse.
You have broken all known rules."
"So?" Arthur asked. "Do you want me to help you write an ending?"
"No," the God of Stories shook his head. He raised his hand, pointing his palm at Arthur. "I am going to erase your existence."
"You are too strong," said the God of Stories. "So strong that even I cannot fully predict your actions. Your existence is affecting the causality of all Universes.
If this continues, you will become a new God of Stories, a variance I cannot control."
"So you feel I threaten you?"
"Threat?" The God of Stories smiled. "I don't care about threats; what I care about is the ending.
If you continue to exist, the story will never have an ending.
Because you yourself are infinity—infinite possibilities, infinite growth, infinite future.
And infinity... is the enemy of the story.
Therefore, please die."
Arthur instinctively activated the Power of a Million Suns, golden light bursting forth around his body.
He raised his right fist, a million stars burning on his knuckles, preparing to meet the attack head-on.
However,
the God of Stories merely waved his hand.
Everything around them vanished.
The golden light extinguished; Super Hearing could capture no sound, and Super Vision could see nothing.
To his astonishment, Arthur found himself floating in absolute darkness, his five senses completely stripped away.
No, not entirely stripped away.
He could still perceive his existence, still feel his own heartbeat.
But he could perceive no external information whatsoever.
It was like being locked in a cage without an exit—the cage itself did not exist, but neither did an exit.
Arthur clenched his fists, and the Power of a Million Sunsviolently erupted.
Golden light surged from within his body, attempting to illuminate the darkness.
But the light could not spread.
It burned on the surface of his skin, yet could not advance an inch.
As if the void around him were an infinitely deep sponge, devouring everything.
"What is this place?"
Arthur spoke, but he could not hear his own voice.
He could only feel his vocal cords vibrating, yet no sound came through.
He tried to use Superman's bio-electric field to perceive his surroundings, but the bio-electric field was cut off the moment it left the surface of his body.
Absolute isolation, and the silence born from it, brought absolute darkness.
He attempted to move, flying with all his might, charging in one direction at a speed exceeding light.
But the darkness around him did not change at all.
There was no reference point, no boundary, no distance.
He did not know whether he was moving or imprisoned at some fixed point.
"God of Stories!"
He shouted in his heart, but he didn't know if the other party could hear.
Fear welled up from the depths of his heart.
Arthur hadn't felt fear in a long time.
Ever since traveling to this Universe, ever since gaining Superman's powers, he had constantly grown stronger.
Every victory, crushing enemies beneath his feet, had made his self-confidence increasingly solid.
Until this very moment.
Facing this absolute nothingness, all power became completely meaningless.
Be it a million stars, the six Infinity Stones, or the gold cloth.
They were of no use here.
"This is impossible," Arthur gritted his teeth.
Crimson beams shot from his pupils, but the moment they left his eye sockets, they were swallowed by the darkness.
Silver-white lightning surged from within his body, likewise unable to spread, only dancing across his skin.
A million horsepower attempted to distort the surrounding magnetic field.
But there was no magnetic field around to distort.
He raised the silver-gray short baton, trying to transform into Tiga, but the light did not light up.
Only the system panel before his eyes told Arthur that he was still alive.
Arthur floated in the darkness, panting heavily.
He could feel his emotions spinning out of control. This loss of control made him even more terrified.
"Calm down," he told himself in his heart. "Calm down."
He began to recall the first day he traveled to this world, the first time he gained Superman's powers.
He recalled Hela lowering her head before him, and Jean trembling in his arms.
Those images flashed through his mind one by one, incomparably clear.
"I am still alive," he told himself. "I am still here."
Right at that moment,
a voice came from the darkness.
"You are afraid." It was the voice of the God of Stories.
Arthur raised his head, looking in the direction the voice came from.
Of course it was in vain, because that darkness had no direction.
"You once possessed infinite power, infinite possibilities, infinite future," the voice of the God of Stories echoed in the darkness.
"But now you have nothing; here there is only yourself, and your fear."
"You think this can kill me?" Arthur spoke.
"Kill you?" The God of Stories smiled. "No, I don't need to kill you. I only need to make you disappear."
"Is there a difference?"
"Of course there is," said the God of Stories. "Death is the end of a story; disappearance means the story never existed at all.
I am going to have your existence completely erased, as if you had never appeared in this Multiverse."
With that, the voice of the God of Stories gradually dissipated once more, leaving Arthur alone in this eternally dark Universe.
...
The darkness had no end.
Arthur floated in the nothingness, not knowing how long he had stayed there.
It could have been a second, or it could have been ten thousand years.
Here, time lost its meaning, and even existence itself became blurred.
He tried again.
The Power of a Million Suns erupted within his body, golden light gushing from every cell, converging into a pillar of light sufficient to illuminate the entire Milky Way Galaxy.
But that pillar of light extinguished on the surface of his body, as if peeled away layer by layer by countless invisible hands, and then devoured.
The six Infinity Stones lit up simultaneously, erupting with power sufficient to distort the Universe, but it was still of no use.
He even tried the Shadow Clone Technique.
But the Chakra within his body was devoured the moment it left the skin's surface, making it completely impossible for the Shadow Clone to form.
At this moment, the voice of the God of Stories came from the darkness once again.
"Do you know why you cannot get out?
Because this is not space, not time, not dimension," said the God of Stories. "This is the 'Ending'.
The destination of all stories, the end of all existence.
Here, everything will be erased, because this place itself is erasure."
Arthur finally spoke: "Then why don't you just erase me directly?"
The God of Stories fell silent for a second.
"Interesting," he said. "You can still think even now."
"I can feel that you are hesitating," Arthur said.
"You are indeed different," said the God of Stories. "I saw something deep within your consciousness.
Something that does not belong to this Multiverse.
In your memories, there are countless worlds, countless stories.
Those stories are not in my records."
"Because I come from the Omniverse," Arthur bluffed.
"I can tell," said the God of Stories. "That world... is even more complex than this Multiverse.
Its storylines number in the billions, each influencing and intertwining with the others.
That is a narrative network of unimaginable scale that I have never seen before."
Arthur suddenly understood something.
"There are countless God of Stories in your world," Arthurcontinued. "In every story, there are different rules, different logics, different endings.
You cannot unify them, you cannot end them.
That's why you came to this Multiverse, wanting to find a final ending here."
"You are very smart," the God of Stories said. "But being smart cannot change your ending."
"My very existence is your ending," Arthur said. "What you fear is not me, but the world behind me."
"You are right," the God of Stories smiled. "I indeed cannot devour your world, but you are different.
You came from that world, possessing its logic, as well as the possibilities of that world.
If I let you continue to exist, you will become a bridge connecting the two worlds.
At that time, I will never find the ending of the story again."
"So you want to erase me?"
"Yes," said the God of Stories. "But you are more interesting than I imagined. So I will give you a chance."
"What chance?"
"Give up," said the God of Stories. "Give up your power, memories, and existence.
I will send you back to your world and turn you into an ordinary person.
You can spend an ordinary life there, and there will never be a God of Stories, no Multiverse, no supernatural things whatsoever."
Arthur fell silent, thinking of everything since he had transmigrated over.
Must he abandon all his power and return to his original world to be an ordinary person?
To be an ordinary corporate slave, going to work every day, and then living a plain, dull life?
No, this is not what Arthur wanted!
The God of Stories said, "This is your final ending.
Either be erased, or give up voluntarily.
Both paths lead to disappearance, but the former is painful, and the latter is easy."
"Is there a third path?"
"There is none."
Arthur closed his eyes.
Darkness churned around him, like an endless sea.
He asked himself in his heart, if he truly had to give all this up, would he choose it?
Be a Superman, or be a corporate slave?
The answer was already crystal clear!
He opened his eyes, looking at that eternal darkness, the corners of his mouth curving slightly upward.
"I choose a fourth path."
"There is no fourth path."
"That is to beat you to death!"
Golden light burst forth from Arthur's body once again.
But this time, he did not try to let the light spread.
He compressed all his power within his body.
A million stars were compressed into a single cell, a single atom, a space smaller than an atom.
Then compressed further.
Heat Vision, thunder, magnetic fields, Cosmo, Qi, Chakra, cosmic energy...
He compressed all the power he could mobilize together.
Infinite energy gradually converged, forming an infinitely small, infinitely dense, infinitely heavy point.
The God of Stories seemed to sense something.
"Are you crazy?"
"Perhaps," Arthur's voice echoed in the darkness. "But since this is the ending, if nothing can exist here,
then let this place be nothing at all."
Rumble!!
In an instant, the infinitely small point exploded, just like the Big Bang at the origin of the Universe.
The terrifying power of the explosion tore open the void, shredding the surrounding darkness to form a massive fissure.
Following closely,
light poured in through the fissure.
That is...
The light of the real world!
Chapter 88: God of Stories, I Will Remember You!
It was the first time the God of Stories saw his Dark Universe being breached.
And...
The person who breached the Dark Universe came from outside the Infinite Multiverse, possessing a power that even he couldn't see through!
Light poured in from the fissure, tearing apart the eternal darkness.
The expression of the God of Stories shifted from composure to something indescribable.
Shock, confusion.
Perhaps there were also some emotions he had never experienced before.
The Dark Universe was the ultimate cage he created with his own hands, condensed after devouring thousands of Universes.
In that place, not even time existed, and the flow of Karmahad stopped.
He had trapped countless powerful existences with that cage.
The strongest gods, the oldest demons, and the most terrifying tyrants in the Universe had all turned into dust in the void.
Yet Arthur Stark before his eyes not only rushed out, but even blasted the the void itself to pieces.
"Is this the hope beyond infinity?"
The God of Stories spoke in a low voice, a trace of greed and curiosity flashing in his eyes.
Arthur rushed out from the fissure, the golden light around his body resembling a newborn star.
His body was trembling and his power was burning, but his eyes radiated a light that the God of Stories had never seen before.
It was not the mighty radiance brought by the Power of a Million Suns, nor was it the sunlight absorbed by the Body of Superman, but rather...
Willpower.
The strongest power humans had possessed since ancient times!
Arthur nodded and looked at the God of Stories, his face filled with a murderous expression.
"In this duel, you have lost!"
The God of Stories looked at Arthur, fell silent for a few seconds, and then smiled.
"I lost? Do you think breaking through my cage means you've won against me?
This is merely a cage I casually wove together. So what if you broke out?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Earth in the distance.
"Your Earth isn't having a good time right now, and moreover... you cannot stop the Fusion of the two Universes."
The God of Stories turned his head, grinning with a malicious smile.
"Arthur Stark, just watch helplessly as your world is completely devoured by me!"
"If you really have the ability," the God of Storiescontinued, his voice echoing in the the void.
"Then stop me, stop the destruction of this endless multiverse."
Having said that, he disappeared from the spot.
The the void returned to calm, as if everything that just happened had never occurred.
"I will find you," Arthur said in a low voice, "I swear."
After speaking, he turned around and flew toward the direction of Earth.
The golden light passed through Jupiter's orbit and came to the asteroid belt between Mars and Earth.
Arthur's speed was faster than ever, exceeding the speed of light, so fast that time itself twisted in his wake.
Three minutes later, he landed on the ruins of New York.
Manhattan was unrecognizable.
The skyscrapers that once stood proudly now only left behind fractured steel frames and piles of rubble like mountains.
The streets were plowed into deep trenches, the asphalt pavement shattered into powder, underground pipes burst, and columns of water gushed out from the cracks.
The air was filled with smoke, the stench of blood, and the smell of burning.
Corpses were everywhere—humans, Chitauri, and other unidentifiable species.
Arthur's Super Hearing captured a faint heartbeat.
He turned his head abruptly and saw a flash of crimson light flickering amidst the ruins.
Wanda was lying in the crevices of the rubble, the lingering echoes of Chaos Magic beating feebly across her body.
Her left arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, her face covered in blood, her lips chapped, her eyes half-closed, and her breathing shallow and rapid.
Scattered around Wanda were the corpses of more than a dozen Chitauri soldiers, whom she had killed before falling.
"Wanda."
Arthur rushed over and knelt on one knee beside her.
Wanda let out a painful moan and slowly opened her eyes.
"Lin... Li?"
"It's me."
"I held the line..." Her voice was intermittent, "Over in Queens... I held back more than three thousand of them..."
"I know." Arthur's voice was somewhat tight, "You did very well. Don't talk now, rest."
He took out a Senzu Bean from the System space and stuffed it into Wanda's mouth.
The moment the Senzu Bean went down her throat, her broken bones rapidly reconnected, her wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and color returned to her pale face.
"Where are the others?" Arthur asked.
"Hela..." Wanda raised her hand with difficulty, pointing north, "She is in Asgard City... She..."
Arthur stood up, sweeping his Super Vision toward the north.
Asgard City had turned into scorched Earth.
Of the once glorious golden palace, only half of a crumbling wall remained, and all the sculptures in the square had collapsed.
And at the center of the ruins, Hela stood there.
Her right arm was completely torn off from the shoulder, and the black power of death at the fracture was slowly repairing the wound, but at an extremely slow pace.
Her left hand was gripping a broken sword, supporting herself on the ground, and she looked precarious and on the verge of collapsing.
There were at least dozens of wounds on her body, the deepest one extending from her collarbone all the way to her abdomen.
Around her, the corpses of demons and Thanos were piled high.
Those corpses were like a small mountain, piled from the ground up to a height of more than ten meters.
Hela stood there like a tombstone, erected upon the remains of her enemies.
"Hela!"
With a flash of blue light from the Space Stone, Arthurappeared before her, placing his hand on her shoulder.
Hela raised her head, her complexion as pale as paper, but her gaze remained sharp.
"You're late," her voice was hoarse.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize." Hela tilted her head, took the Senzu Bean given by Arthur, and swallowed it.
"There were too many of those purple sweet potato freaks; I killed more than thirty of them alone, and Carol helped me block more than fifty."
"Where is Carol?"
Hela was silent for a second, then looked toward the east.
Arthur looked over along her gaze.
To the east, on a scorched patch of land, Carol was lying there.
Her Binary state had dissipated, the golden light completely fading away, leaving only a weak human form.
There was a huge penetrating wound on her chest, piercing all the way from her front chest to her back.
The blood had run dry, and the muscle tissue at the edge of the wound was twitching unconsciously.
Arthur could clearly sense that Carol's breathing was extremely shallow and her heartbeat was extremely slow.
She was nearing a near-death state...
Without the slightest hesitation, Arthur rushed to her side: "Carol, how are you doing?"
Carol slowly opened her eyes: "Can't you tell?"
Arthur: "..."
Did she have to roast me a couple of times even when severely injured?
Carol, you guy...
"Don't talk, I'm saving you."
Under the effect of the Senzu Bean, Carol's injuries were quickly repaired.
She tried to sit up, but was held down by Arthur.
"Don't move, rest a bit longer."
"Where is Tony?" Carol asked.
"I haven't looked for him yet, but he should be fine. After all, I left so many things for him."
As Arthur spoke, he stood up, his Super Vision sweeping across the entire city, and immediately saw the Stark Industries Building which had turned into ruins.
Without the slightest hesitation, with a flash of blue light from the Space Stone, Arthur instantly appeared before the ruins.
The ruins had been completely cleared away, revealing the basement below.
The walls of the basement were forged from Adamantium, which should have been very sturdy, but now they were also crushed and deformed.
Amidst those ruins, Pepper was kneeling on the ground, holding Tony in her arms.
Tony was wearing the damaged Mark 60 armor, and his helmet was gone, revealing that young and exhausted face.
However.
On his chest, the Arc Reactor had completely gone out.
"Tony..."
Pepper's face was covered in tear stains, her eyes so red and swollen that she could barely open them.
Her hands were covered in blood; that blood flowed from Tony's chest, staining her clothes red and dyeing the ground red.
"Wake up... You promised me, you said you would be fine."
Arthur stood behind her.
His Super Hearing heard Tony's heartbeat.
None...
Tony's heartbeat had already stopped.
The body beneath the armor was almost shattered, the chest cavity was sunken, internal organs were ruptured, and the spine was broken.
"Tony."
Arthur could almost imagine that during the time he was trapped, Tony wore the steel armor and resisted enemies from other Universes together with Elsa and the others.
And now...
Elsa's chest had been pierced, and she was lying not far away, but fortunately she could still move.
And Tony...
He was already dead!
"Tony." Arthur's voice trembled slightly.
"Brother..." Pepper raised her head and looked at Arthur.
Her voice was hoarse, "When he left, he asked me to tell you something."
"What?"
"He said you are the strongest, and you will definitely come back to protect us."
Arthur clenched his fists tightly, slamming a punch heavily into the nearby Adamantium wall, smashing a huge dent into it.
"I know," he spoke, his voice hoarse, "Rest assured, I know."
He raised his head and looked at the lead-gray sky.
"God of Stories, is that how you want to play? Just you wait for me!"
He stood up and walked to the exit of the basement.
The Universe outside was still fusing, and the war on Earthwas still continuing.
Countless fleets of Thanos were still running rampant above Earth.
Chitauri soldiers roamed everywhere, bringing slaughterto the surviving civilians.
Demons from Hell surged out from the fissures, running amok on the ground.
Seeing all this, Arthur instantly had his Shadow Clones emerge once again, and the Power of a Million Suns swept out in an instant.
All enemies—Chitauri soldiers, Thanos's fleet, demons from Hell...
The moment they encountered Arthur's Shadow Clones, they were instantly evaporated into nothingness.
After resolving the crisis on Earth, Arthur rushed toward the Universe once again, wanting to continue stopping the Fusion of the two Universes.
However.
Outside Jupiter's orbit, that fissure had expanded threefold.
The dark red Universe was clearly visible at this end, and the boundaries of the two Universes were rubbing violently against each other.
Physical Laws collapsed at the junction, and space twisted and deformed like crumpled paper.
Countless planets were ground into fragments in the collision of the two Universes, and the Nebula was stirred into chaotic energy turbulence.
Right in the center of the fissure, that dark red planet had already squeezed halfway through.
Its volume was despairingly massive, and the dark red patterns on its surface were currently emitting a scorching glow, resembling a supernova about to detonate.
The moment Arthur arrived here, the two Universes completed their integration.
[Ding! Interfered by the God of Stories, the host's mission this time has failed, and BOSS God of Stories has been marked]
[Detected strong hostility from BOSS God of Storiestoward the host, as well as the host's anger and hatred toward BOSS God of Stories...]
[Long-term BOSS mission refreshed!]
[Mission Description: Due to BOSS God of Stories, the X-Men variant Universe and the Marvel variant Universefused, resulting in the host's mission failure. Please find BOSS God of Stories and completely kill him!]
[Mission Reward: Super Saiyan bloodline, One-Punch Man limitless state!]
Chapter 89 Universe Fusion, Mystique vs Black Cat
The Universe has merged.
The X-Men variant Universe and the Marvel variant Universe have merged, and the entire world has changed.
The color of the sky has become bizarre; sometimes it is a normal blue, and sometimes it glows with an eerie purple.
On the streets of Manhattan, the original buildings and those from another Universe are intermingled.
It is like two different photographs being forcibly superimposed onto the same canvas.
In some places, the pavement has turned from asphalt into metal, and in other places, the streetlamp poles have turned into some kind of alien alloy material.
As pedestrians walk along, they suddenly find the streetscape opposite them becoming unfamiliar, before returning to normal.
And even more unsettlingly, Mutants from another Universe have also appeared on Earth.
Some are friendly, and some are not.
New York, Queens.
On the rooftop of a half-collapsed building, Felicia the Black Cat is leaning against a broken railing, sweeping her gaze across the ruins below.
She just withdrew from the direction of the ruins of the Stark Industries Building, and Arthur told her to leave that place first to check the situation on the outskirts of the city.
But her gaze suddenly stopped.
At the other end of the rooftop, a blue figure is walking out from the shadows.
That is a woman, her whole body covered in blue scales, her red hair fluttering in the wind, and her yellow eyes carrying a playful glint.
She is wearing a white tight-fitting suit, her figure slender and exuding a dangerous aura.
Mystique, Raven Darkhölme.
"Another one." Mystique tilts her head slightly, looking at Black Cat, the corners of her mouth slightly curving upward. "The humans in this Universe are quite a bit more interesting than I imagined."
"Who are you?" Black Cat arches her body, her hands popping out sharp Clawss.
Her instincts tell her that the woman before her is very dangerous.
"Raven." Mystique walks toward her with a composed pace, "You can call me Mystique.
I am a… well, how should I put it, former member of the X-Men? Current member? It depends on how you define the word 'member'."
"You are a Mutant." Black Cat frowns.
"I can tell." Mystique tilts her head, "You are quite smart.
So, are you also a superhero of this Universe?
You don't quite look like it; you don't have that serious demeanor."
"Whether I look like it is none of your business," Black Cat says coldly. "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for someone," Mystique says. "After this Universefused, I got separated from my teammates. I am looking for them, and by the way…"
Her figure suddenly changes, transforming into someone identical to Black Cat, "I'm also looking for some fun."
Black Cat's pupils constrict.
The Black Cat version of her figure transformed by Mystique violently pounces toward her, her speed and strength far exceeding ordinary humans.
Black Cat dodges sideways, her Clawss scratching out an arc, but she only grabs the air.
Mystique changes back to her original form in mid-air, landing with a sweeping kick, and Black Cat jumps up to avoid it.
But Mystique's leg sweeps against the railing, kicking the metal railing apart and sending debris flying.
"Not bad," Mystique smiles. "Your reaction speed is acceptable."
"You're not bad either," Black Cat takes a breath. If that kick just now had hit solidly, her leg bones would probably have shattered directly.
The two exchange blows on the rooftop once again.
Mystique's combat skills are extremely strong; she can change the shape of her body at will.
The angle of her fists, the length of her legs, she can even turn her arms into a spear or shield during combat.
Black Cat barely holds on by relying on her agile moves and cat-like flexibility, but the gap in strength between her and Mystique is too huge.
After a few moves, Black Cat is struck in the chest by an elbow strike from Mystique, sending her flying backwards, smashing the rooftop's perimeter wall, and crashing onto the fire escape outside.
"Too weak," Mystique walks to the edge of the broken wall, looking down at Black Cat. "The superheroes of this Universe are just at this level?"
Black Cat struggles to get up, blood hanging from the corners of her mouth, her eyes staring fixedly at Mystique.
And right at this moment, not far away.
On the roof of another building, Spider-Man Peter Parker is making preparations before patrol.
He checks the web shooters on his wrists, stretches his shoulders, and prepares to swing out.
But the exact moment before he jumps off the building, his Spider-Sense suddenly goes off with frantic alarms.
He instinctively rolls to avoid it, a steel claw brushing past the front of his face, cutting off a corner of his mask.
"What?!"
Spider-Man lands on the ground and looks up. At the edge of the roof, two people are standing there.
One is a man wearing a yellow and black uniform, with three Adamantium claws extending from both hands, his gaze sharp and fierce.
The other is wearing a red tight-fitting suit, carrying two katanas on his back, the mouth under his mask parted into an exaggerated smile.
"Wolverine? Deadpool?" Spider-Man is stunned.
He has never seen these two people in this Universe.
But he recognizes their uniforms, recognizes their symbols.
This is Wolverine from the X-Men comics, and that chatterbox mercenary Deadpool.
How could characters from comic books appear here?!
"Hi, Spider-Man!" Deadpool waves at him, his tone enthusiastic.
"Long time no see, although strictly speaking we've never met, but at this magical moment of Universe Fusion, I think we should get to know each other well.
What do you think? By the way, are the burritos in this Universe delicious?"
"Shut up," Wolverine growls, his gaze looking at Spider-Man as cold as ice. "Kid, do you know us?"
"I… I know you," Spider-Man looks at them warily. "You're from the X-Men."
"Former X-Men," Wolverine corrects. "Right now I just want to find the way home."
"Me too!" Deadpool raises his hand. "Though by the way we can also save the world or something, since being idle is being idle anyway.
Oh right, Spider-Man, have you ever seen a red-haired beauty named Jean Grey? Jean Grey, Omega-level Mutant? We are looking for her."
"Jean?" Spider-Man frowns. "Isn't she together with Mr. Arthur?"
"Arthur?" Wolverine's pupils slightly constrict. "That man who slaughtered the entire the military base at the Great Lakes base?"
"That was Stryker's base," Deadpool says. "He saved Professor X."
And at the same time.
In outer space, Arthur is suspended in Earth's orbit, looking at the scenery after the Fusion of the two Universes.
His Super Vision sweeps across the entire planet, seeing countless Mutants, superheroes, and supervillains mixed together, and the entire Earth is falling into unprecedented chaos.
The System panel flickers before his eyes.
[Long-term BOSS quest refreshed!]
[Quest Description: Due to the BOSS God of Stories, the X-Men variant Universe and the Marvel variant Universehave merged, causing the host's quest to fail.
Please find the BOSS God of Stories, and completely kill him!]
[Quest Rewards: Super Saiyan Bloodline, One-Punch Man No Upper Limit State!]
[Secondary quest refreshed: Reign over all forces on Earth]
[Quest Description: After the Fusion of the two Universes, the superheroes and supervillains on Earth are mixed, and their powers are scattered.
Please reign over all forces, establish a unified order, and prepare for the final confrontation against the God of Stories.]
[Quest Rewards: Silver Superman Template Fragment * 10]
Arthur looks at the text on the panel and remains silent for a few seconds.
Super Saiyan bloodline.
One-Punch Man no upper limit state.
Either of these two rewards would have been enough to make him tempted in the past. But now,
There is only one thing in his heart.
Find the God of Stories.
Then kill him.
Arthur lowers his head, and his Super Vision sweeps across the entire planet once again.
Then he quickly disappears into outer space.
...
Queens, rooftop.
Mystique's fist smashes down toward Black Cat.
But the fist stops in mid-air.
A hand grabs her wrist.
The strength of that hand is like a mountain, and no matter how much Mystique exerts her full strength, she cannot move a fraction of an inch.
"What?"
Mystique turns her head abruptly, and sees a figure blocking right in front of her.
Arthur looks at the two Black Cats before him, both wearing a black tight-fitting leather suit, the leather fabric conforming to every inch of the body's curves.
Their tall figures are revealed without exception under the wrapping of the tight suits, their slender waists and full hips outlining a smooth curve.
Silver-white long hair pours down from behind their masks, fluttering gently in the wind, making their already exquisite facial features carry a touch of cold elegance.
But at this moment, these are two Black Cats.
Under his Super Vision, Arthur can also clearly see that one of them is precisely Mystique from the X-Men Universe.
"Let me go!" Mystique struggles violently.
However.
Zizizi!!
Electric current instantly surges out from Arthur's body, darting all over her.
A numbness washes over her, Mystique's eyes roll back, and her entire body trembles violently.
"Oh ho ho ho..."
Black Cat stands to the side, watching this scene before her, unable to help being a bit stunned.
Could this...
Be a bit too cryptic?
"Let's go."
Arthur, holding Black Cat with one hand and grabbing Mystique with the other, flies away into the distance under the night sky.
And on the other side.
Wolverine, Deadpool, and Spider-Man, who are currently in a standoff, all see those three figures in the sky.
Except that...
"What are they doing?" Wolverine asks doubtfully.
"Uh..." Deadpool shrugs. "Maybe some kind of Getsuga Ten-C multiplayer activity?"
Spider-Man:???
Chapter 90 Mystique, Move Yourself!
Top of the Stark Industries Building.
The night wind poured into this half-collapsed building from all directions, blowing gravel to roll across the floorboards and making a faint rustling sound.
The upper half of the building had completely collapsed, leaving only the framework of the top floor barely maintaining its outline.
Steel bars protruded from the broken concrete, like the exposed ribs of some giant beast.
Moonlight spilled through the gaps in the dilapidated ceiling, casting fragmented spots of light on the ground.
Arthur landed on the floorboards, gently putting down the black cat he was holding in his arms.
When Felicia's feet touched the ground, her knees softened slightly, and Arthur reached out to support her.
She looked up at him, her long silver-white hair gleaming with a cold luster in the moonlight.
Her tight black leather suit was covered in traces left by the battle, and the collar was ripped open, exposing a large patch of fair collarbone and a faint cleavage.
Her chest was still rising and falling violently, the blood at the corner of her mouth had dried, but a hint of vibrant red still lingered on her lips.
"Are you alright?" Arthur looked at her and asked quizzically.
"I'm fine." The black cat wiped the corner of her mouth, her voice carrying a trace of weakness, "Minor injuries."
Arthur nodded, then turned around to look at the person he was grabbing with his other hand.
Mystique Raven Darkholme, who was also a Mutant of the X-Men Universe.
Arthur let go of his hand, throwing her whole body onto the floorboards.
Mystique did not stand steady when she landed, staggering two steps before barely steadying her body.
Revealing the dark blue scales and sturdy muscle lines of her body.
Her red hair was draped in disarray over her shoulders, her yellow eyes stared alertly at Arthur, and her body was slightly arched, like a fierce beast driven into a corner.
Her figure was slender and full of a sense of power, with a tight waist and long, powerful legs.
Her chest rose and fell violently with her rapid breathing, her huge, full rounded shapes faintly visible and extremely alluring.
"I advise you to let me go."
Although defiled by Arthur, Mystique's voice was still somewhat cold, carrying a hint of threat.
"Otherwise, no matter who you are or how strong your power is, Magneto will find you and then rescue me."
Hearing this, Arthur turned his head to look at her, with a somewhat strange expression on his face.
"Magneto?"
"Right." Mystique sneered, "Erik Lensherr. The King of Magnetism, the leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants."
"Scared yet? His power is enough to control the magnetic field of the entire Earth, you are simply not—"
"If I'm not mistaken, the Magneto you are talking about is the one who was knocked flying by my punch?"
Arthur tilted his head, looking at Mystique playfully.
Hearing this, Mystique was instantly stunned.
"What?"
"Although I don't know how he managed to get the Magnetic Field Rotation power, before meeting me, he was indeed quite strong."
Arthur looked at her, shrugged, his tone casual.
"But unfortunately, he met me. You can have him come over and try, see if he dares to come."
Mystique was stunned on the spot, her face full of bewilderment.
What do you mean Magneto had already been defeated by you?
Why didn't she, Mystique, know all this?
What the hell kind of situation was this?
Thinking this, Mystique raised her head, immediately wanting to use someone else to threaten Arthur.
However.
Her expression turned horrified in an instant.
What did Mystique see?
Where was there any trace of Arthur before her eyes?
There was only a person standing in front of her with blue skin all over, red hair, and identical to herself.
Seeing this scene, Mystique's pupils suddenly shrank.
"No... Impossible..."
Her own ability...
How could the opponent have it?
And even turned into her appearance?
This filled Mystique, who had lived for over a hundred years, with shock at the bottom of her heart.
"How can you turn into me?" she asked quizzically.
"Just copied from you." Arthur grinned, his voice perfectly turning into Mystique's voice.
"Can change one's own form, right? It's indeed quite convenient."
Mystique stared at the face belonging to her in front of her, her brain spinning rapidly.
She had lived for over a hundred years. Starting from World War II when she was tortured by that crazy scientist in a concentration camp, she survived by relying on her transformation ability.
She had turned into Nazi officers, Allied generals, men, women, old people, children.
But never had anyone, in front of her, used her ability to turn into her appearance.
Could he also be a Mutant?
But he didn't look like one...
Perhaps the opponent was an existence far surpassing Mutants?!
Mystique suddenly felt that she was ridiculous.
She was still threatening the opponent with Magneto's name, yet the opponent had already defeated even Magneto.
That man she had followed for half her life was like an ant in front of this human before her.
She raised her head, looking at the face belonging to herself, her gaze fixed on the golden eyes.
"Who... exactly are you?"
"Can't you tell? Just like you guys, I'm a human." Arthurraised an eyebrow and changed back to his own appearance.
Mystique's body was trembling as she watched Arthurchange back to his original form.
The blue scales faded, the red hair turned black, her figure changed from slender back to well-proportioned, and that face changed from her features back to the young human's face.
A terrifying momentum from the top of the food chain emanated, forcing Mystique to kneel on the ground involuntarily.
She felt her body shaking, her hands braced on the cold floorboards, her red hair scattered in front of her.
"I beg you..." she spoke, her voice hoarse and low, "Let me go."
"Let you go?" Arthur raised his head, grinning with a sneer, "You must be dreaming, right?"
"I can do anything for you." Mystique knelt on the floorboards, looking up at Arthur.
Her brain was spinning rapidly.
For over a hundred years, she had relied on her transformation ability and precise control of body language to survive countless desperate situations.
She knew what men wanted and how to use her body to exchange for survival chips.
This was her most proficient weapon, more fatal than any combat skill.
And now, facing this unfathomable man, Mystique decided to use this weapon once again.
"I can do anything for you."
Mystique slowly stood up, her movements very slow and light, as if displaying a precious piece of art.
The blue scales gleamed with a dim, cold luster in the moonlight, her waist slim and tight, her legs straight and slender, and her hip curves full and smooth.
The damaged area on her chest almost exposed an entire rounded shape, covered by blue scales in a soft arc, rising and falling slightly with her breathing.
"I can turn into anyone." Mystique took a step forward, "Anyone you like, any appearance."
She raised her hand, her fingers gently pressing against her collarbone, the blue scales glowing slightly under her fingers.
Following closely, Mystique's body began to change, her red hair turned silver-white, and her facial features turned into Felicia's appearance.
Another black cat stood in front of Arthur, wearing the same tight black leather suit, with the same silver hair cascading down and the same body curves.
"She can, and so can I." The Mystique version of the black cat spoke, her voice identical to the black cat's, "And I can turn into any appearance you want."
The real black cat Felicia stood aside, watching her copy pose and flirt in the moonlight, her mouth twitching slightly.
"Slutty bitch!"
"Is that so?" Arthur grinned, looking at Mystique before him.
"In that case, Mystique... Move it yourself."
Chapter 91: Deadpool, shut up!
On the other side.
Deadpool and Wolverine stood on top of the ruins of a building, looking at the chaotic streets below.
"So." Deadpool tilted his head, counting on his fingers, "In this new fused Universe, we have the X-Men, Avengers, Brotherhood of Mutants, aliens, and magicians."
"And all we can do is stand on the roof and let the wind blow?"
"Shut up," Wolverine growled in a low voice.
"I'm just stating facts," Deadpool shrugged, "You said Jean would come find us, and Spider-Man said Arthur would come find us, but we've been waiting for almost two hours and haven't seen a single shadow of a person."
"This efficiency is even slower than the takeout I ordered last time."
"Can you be quiet for a moment?"
"No, it's my setting."
Wolverine took a deep breath and decided to ignore this chatterbox.
Deadpool continued to chatter endlessly, so Wolverinesimply turned around and stopped looking at him.
But the moment he turned around, an extremely dangerous aura came from the end of the street.
Wolverine's pupils suddenly constricted.
"Deadpool."
"Hmm?"
"Shut up."
Deadpool actually shut up this time. He sensed that aura, which came from the deepest nightmare of Mutants.
At the end of the street, several huge figures were pouring out from a spatial rift.
Their entire bodies were covered in blue-purple armor, with no faces, only a single red-glowing cyclops eye.
Their bodies were three meters tall, with slender limbs full of a mechanical feel.
Sentinel robots.
"That is—" Spider-Man swung over from another building, landed beside Wolverine, looked at the Sentinels pouring out, and his expression changed drastically, "What the hell are those things?"
"Sentinels," Wolverine's steel claws popped out from the back of his hands, making a crisp metallic clashing sound.
"Mutant hunting machines from the future."
"Their only purpose for existing is to exterminate all Mutants."
"And superpowered humans," Deadpool added, "Don't ask me how I know, I've read the script."
"What do we do now?" Spider-Man asked.
Before Wolverine could reply, more Sentinels had already poured out from the rift.
They covered the entire street, their red single eyes connecting into a dazzling sheet of light under the dim sky.
They were spreading out in all directions at a fast speed, clearly searching for targets.
"No choice, we can only fight!" Wolverine spoke.
With that, he charged out first, his steel claws tearing through the air, slashing towards the nearest Sentinel.
Rip!!
Sparks flew everywhere, but it only cut a few inches deep before getting stuck.
The Sentinel's arm counterattacked. Wolverine dodged to the side, shaken back a few steps by that force.
"This thing is harder than I thought."
Spider-Man shot a web, entangling a Sentinel's leg, trying to trip it.
But the Sentinel's strength was too great; the web was snapped directly, and Spider-Man was bounced flying out, tumbling a few times in the air before steadying his stance.
Deadpool drew his double blades and rushed up, hacking fiercely at the Sentinel's joints.
One Sentinel's knee joint was cut off by him, and its entire mechanical body crashed to the ground.
But in less than three seconds, that Sentinel stood back up, new parts extending from the broken joints, automatically repairing itself.
"They have self-healing abilities?" Deadpool widened his eyes.
"Not self-healing," Wolverine growled, "It's recombination. Every single part of them can act independently. As long as the core is still there, they can repair infinitely."
"Then what the hell is the point of fighting!"
Just at that moment, a crimson red light descended from the sky.
The flames of the Phoenix Force, like a firebird spreading its wings, slammed into a Sentinel.
That Sentinel was hit head-on by the flames; its armor instantly melted, its core was burned through, and its entire mechanical body disintegrated in the high temperature.
Jean Grey landed on the roof, her red hair fluttering amidst the Phoenix Force, her eyes glowing with a crimson red light.
"Are you guys okay?"
"You came just in time," Wolverine breathed heavily, "There are too many of these things, we need more people."
Jean looked up at the street.
The number of Sentinels was still increasing, with new machines pouring endlessly from the rift.
Her pupils constricted slightly, and the Phoenix Forcesurged around her body.
"I've seen these guys," her voice was very soft, "In my dream, they killed all Mutants."
"Now is not the time to reminisce about the past," Deadpool patted her shoulder, "What's important is the future, and the future is in our hands."
"Oh wait, no, the future is in the hands of those robots crawling out from the rift, we have to beat them back."
Jean took a deep breath, and the Phoenix Force gathered in the palm of her hand.
She raised both hands, and the flames turned into a huge Shockwave, sweeping across the entire street.
Dozens of Sentinels were melted, destroyed, and pulverized in the flames.
But new Sentinels immediately poured out from the rift, filling the vacancy.
"Too many," Jean gritted her teeth.
Spider-Man swung back and forth between the rooftops, using web threads to pull at the Sentinels' joints, trying to slow down their advance speed.
Wolverine and Deadpool engaged in hand-to-hand combat on the ground, their steel claws and katanas constantly slashing, but the number of Sentinels seemed to be increasing forever.
The battle situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable.
The Sentinels' attacks grew increasingly dense, and energy beams shot from their single eyes, blasting huge craters into the ground and buildings.
Jean's Phoenix Force was depleting, Wolverine and Deadpool's stamina was dropping, and Spider-Man's web fluid reserves were running dangerously low.
Just when everyone was about to not be able to hold on anymore.
A crimson red light shot over from afar.
That light, carrying the twisting power of Chaos Magic, accurately hit the chest of a Sentinel.
The Sentinel's armor collapsed in the red light, and its entire body caved in like a twisted tin can.
Wanda landed on the roof, the red light of Chaos Magicswirling around her.
There was still an incompletely healed scar on her left arm.
"You bunch of idiots, to deal with these things, you have to disintegrate their control Systems from the inside."
She raised both hands, and the Chaos Magic turned into countless red threads that entangled the nearest row of Sentinels.
Those threads drilled into the joint gaps of the Sentinels, seeped into their control Systems, and began disintegrating them from the inside.
Sentinel after Sentinel disintegrated in the red light, falling down like dominoes.
"Wanda!" Jean shouted excitedly, "It really is you!"
"Don't celebrate too early," Wanda frowned.
As soon as her voice fell, a loud noise came from the rift.
That sound was like the roar of some giant beast, or as if the entire Universe was shattering.
The rift suddenly expanded threefold, and Sentinel after Sentinel poured out from it.
Ten, fifty, one hundred, five hundred...
They blotted out the sun and sky, covering the entire street and urban area into a blue-purple ocean.
The red single eyes connected into a dazzling sea of light under the dim sky, like countless stars falling into the mortal world at the same time.
Everyone was stunned.
How could there be so many Sentinel robots?
Despair.
An overwhelming, irresistible despair instantly surged into everyone's hearts like a tide.
The number of Sentinel robots was still increasing, and the rift was still expanding.
They had already covered every corner of the entire city.
Explosions could be heard in the distance; that meant superheroes and Mutants in other places were also suffering the same encirclement and suppression.
"This is impossible to win," Wolverine spoke in a low voice.
"What did you say?" Deadpool turned to look at him.
"This is impossible to win," Wolverine repeated, his voice carrying an unprecedented exhaustion.
"The number of these Sentinel robots is too large, and they have evolved to the extreme."
Jean stood at the edge of the roof, the flames of the Phoenix Force flickering weakly around her.
Watching the new Sentinels continuously pouring out from the rift, she clenched her fists.
"We cannot give up."
"I didn't say we're giving up," Wolverine said, "I'm just stating facts."
"Then state something else," Deadpool said, "For example, we have Jean, we have Wanda, we have Spider-Man, we have Wolverine, and we have me, we can—"
"Deadpool," Jean interrupted him.
"Hmm?"
"Shut up."
Deadpool shut up.
And the ocean of Sentinel robots was surging toward them.
Chapter 92: Even if I lift the entire Earth with a single hand, I, Superman, remain invincible under the heaven!
An ocean of Sentinel robots is surging forward.
The blue-purple armor merged into one piece under the dim sky, like a tsunami forged of metal.
The dense, red cyclops eyes looked like countless blood-colored stars falling to the ground.
Jean was the first to move.
The Phoenix Force burned wildly within her, and crimson flames erupted from all around her, transforming into a fiery Phoenix with a wingspan exceeding one hundred meters.
She rushed into the group of Sentinels. Wherever the flames passed, the armor melted, the cores shattered, and Sentinel after Sentinel disintegrated in the high temperature.
But there were too many Sentinels.
For every ten she destroyed, twenty poured out from the rift to fill the gap.
The flames of the Phoenix Force were depleting, Jean's face grew paler and paler, and the sweat beads on her forehead were evaporated into white mist by her body temperature.
"Too many..." She gritted her teeth and released another Shockwave once more, blasting the group of Sentinels in front of her back by dozens of meters.
Wolverine fought fiercely on the ground, his steel claws splitting open a Sentinel's chest armor and severing the core's connection, causing that Sentinel to crash to the ground.
But before he had time to withdraw his hand, another Sentinel's arm had already swept over.
Wolverine dodged to the side, but was struck from behind by a third Sentinel, sending him flying and crashing through a wall.
"Cough..." He climbed up from the rubble, blood staining the corner of his mouth, his uniform tattered, revealing the muscles covered in old scars underneath.
His healing factor was running wildly, repairing the broken ribs and torn muscles, but the speed had obviously slowed down.
"Damn it!"
Deadpool's twin blades were already notched.
His movements were still flashy, and he was still chattering away, but that composure was missing from his voice.
"Just how many of these things are there?" He slashed a blade into a Sentinel's joint, sparks flying everywhere, "I feel like I've already hacked down a hundred of them! My wrist is about to break!"
"Don't complain." Wolverine roared as he rushed back, standing back-to-back with him, "Complaining doesn't solve problems."
"I'm not complaining, I'm stating facts, and besides, my quota of words for this month isn't finished yet..."
"Shut up!"
Spider-Man was swinging between the buildings, and his web fluid was almost running out.
His right wrist web-shooter flashed warningly, with the remaining storage showing three percent.
His face beneath the mask was full of exhaustion; he had been fighting continuously in the air for almost half an hour.
Every web-shooting, dodging, and kicking was consuming his stamina.
"Jean!" he shouted toward Jean Grey, "The rift, we have to close that rift!"
Jean raised her head, looking at the expanding rift in the sky.
The Phoenix Force surged within her. She knew that she might be able to use her full strength to try to seal that rift, but that meant she would exhaust all her energy.
"I'll try..."
Before she could finish her sentence, an energy beam from a Sentinel struck her from the side.
Jean was sent flying, and the flames of the Phoenix Forceinstantly dimmed by more than half.
"Jean!" Wanda rushed over, Chaos Magic transforming into a barrier blocking in front of her, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine..." Jean struggled to get up, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, "Just... a little tired."
Wanda gritted her teeth.
Her Chaos Magic was indeed effective when dealing with the internal Systems of the Sentinels, but every single Sentinel required her to concentrate on disassembling it, and there were hundreds and thousands of them in front of her.
She could only disintegrate them one by one, and the speed couldn't keep up at all.
"We can't hold on much longer."
Wolverine's breathing became heavy, the cut marks on his steel claws grew deeper and deeper, and every slashing strike required greater effort.
"Don't say things like that." Spider-Man landed beside them, panting heavily, "There will always be a way."
"What way?" Deadpool leaned against the wall, his twin blades hanging by his sides, "Why don't you tell us?"
"I..."
Spider-Man opened his mouth, unable to speak.
And the ocean of Sentinels was still advancing.
They had already covered the entire block, trapping everyone in a small area on the roof.
Energy beams shot in from all directions, forcing everyone to continuously dodge, retreat, and consume their remaining physical strength.
Wolverine blocked in front of Jean, his steel claws crossing to parry three energy beams.
His arms were trembling, his knees were shaking, but he didn't retreat.
"If we can get out alive..." He spoke in a low voice, "I'm going to drink a whole case of beer."
"I'm going to eat a whole year's worth of Mexican burritos." Deadpool said, "Oh right, and I gotta send razor blades to the author; this plot is way too hard to fight."
Spider-Man gave a wry smile.
Jean closed her eyes, and the Phoenix Force slowly awakened within her. She prepared to burn all her power to make a final desperate struggle.
And right at this moment.
A golden light descended from the sky.
The speed of the light reached the ultimate extreme, like a meteor piercing through the atmosphere, carving out a dazzling golden trajectory in the dim sky.
Everyone instinctively raised their heads, and the cyclops eyes of the Sentinel robots also turned toward that light.
The golden light plummeted right into the center of the Sentinel ocean.
Boom!!!
The Earth cracked, and the Shockwave spread outward in all directions.
The Sentinels within a radius of hundreds of meters were shaken unsteadily by that force, and several of the closest Sentinels directly disintegrated.
The golden light dissipated.
Arthur stood there, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, his golden eyes beneath short hair calm and profound.
His body surface emanated a faint golden halo, and the Power of a Million Suns burned quietly within him.
He raised both hands and formed hand seals.
Shadow Clone Technique.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Puff after puff of white smoke exploded around him.
After the smoke cleared, hundreds and thousands of Arthurappeared on the streets, on the rooftops, and in the sky.
Every single one was a physical entity, glowing with a golden halo and possessing the ability to act independently.
"That is..." Wolverine's steel claws drooped down.
Jean stood frozen in place.
Wanda's Chaos Magic stopped spinning.
Hundreds and thousands of Shadow Clones moved simultaneously.
They transformed into golden lightning, rushing into the Sentinel ocean.
Every punch carried the force of the Power of a Million Suns, and every strike blasted a Sentinel into fragments.
Sentinel robots VS Power of a Million Suns!
The Shadow Clones rampaged through the Sentinelocean, as if entering an uninhabited realm.
Golden lights rose and fell one after another, like a grand fireworks display blooming under the dim canopy of heaven.
The Sentinel robots fell in swathes, blue-purple armor fragments flying in the air, and red cyclops eyes extinguishing one after another.
In just over a dozen seconds, the Sentinel ocean on the street was completely cleared out.
The rift was still gushing out new Sentinels, but the Shadow Clones had already rushed toward the rift.
Dozens of Shadow Clones struck simultaneously, their golden light beams converging into a torrent that blasted onto that rift.
The rift trembled violently in the golden light, and then slowly closed.
The last Sentinel was blasted into powder.
The sky recovered its dim yet peaceful color.
Deadpool's mouth hung open, his twin blades still raised in mid-air.
Wolverine's steel claws were still extended, but his expression had completely frozen.
What the hell is going on here?
These Sentinel robots were dealt with this fast?!
Arthur raised his head to look at the firmament, knowing who was behind all of this.
"God of Stories, do you think you can stall me with these robots?"
His eyes turned slightly red, and a terrifying momentum surged toward all directions.
"Even if I lift the entire Earth with a single hand, I, Superman, remain invincible under the heaven!"
In an instant.
Beneath the dome, all the Sentinel robots that were fighting stopped simultaneously.
Sentinel after Sentinel shattered, disintegrated, and turned into dust across battlefields all over the globe.
Whether in New York, Tokyo, London, Moscow, or even farther places, every single Sentinel was crushed to pieces by the golden light at the exact same instant.
"Let's go, join up with us. We must assemble every force we can muster to face this mastermind together."
Arthur turned around, looked at everyone who was stunned, and spoke.