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Chapter 1400 The Return of the Old Ones (8)
🕑 Added 2024-07-05 07:30:19 +0000 UTCIn DC World With Marvel Chat Group : Table of Content/Chapter List
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The time for rest was very short. Before Reilly could fully treat Quill's wounds, they heard a commotion on the ground, followed by the evil laughter of a woman and the rumbling sound of the earth cracking.
Jessica tightened her grip on her hunting rifle and headed for the door, saying, "I'll go see what's going on."
"I'll go with you," Shang-Chi said, catching up to her. He grabbed Jessica's arm and shook his head, saying, "We can't just rush out there. Stand by my side and I'll cast an illusion."
The two quickly left, while Reilly and Quill exchanged information. Quill clearly knew more than Reilly. Reilly's fight with Matt had ended quickly because Spider-Man wanted to vent his rage, and Matt was almost hammered into the ground without much resistance. But Quill had been in a prolonged confrontation with Captain America, and thus heard more about the situation in this Space from the evil monster's mouth.
"The entire Space has been infected, no doubt," Quill shook his head and said, "Just like I said before, it's similar to the Space we were in before, only with more Superheroes."
"However, what puzzles me is that the Superheroes here can't die, and they're not afraid of death. When I showed that I was willing to go down with Captain America, he didn't fear it at all, but instead laughed heartily. Fortunately, he's not very smart, and I tricked him into a trap."
"What do you think is causing this?"
"I don't know, but Captain America told me that even Death will one day die, and the Spaces that can't achieve this are weaklings, and he will bestow true immortality upon them."
"Absurd," Reilly commented.
"This world never lacks such madmen," Quill's rich experience allowed him to make more comments: "They pursue immortality, not even caring what immortality really is - whether it's their own, their original soul, or whether there is still freedom. They don't care at all."
"Immortality without power is like a piece of meat on a lab table," Reilly pursed his lips, almost unable to believe he could utter such a cold metaphor.
He couldn't help but think of the Ancient One again, thinking of her powerful self-sufficiency and compassion, which were more attractive than her longevity, and could inspire awe and reverence from the bottom of one's heart.
Quill got up from the ground, touching the wound on his forehead, and said, "I should have arrived earlier than you, so I hid Jennifer in a place only I know. I think I should go get her back."
"No, I think hiding her was the right thing to do," Reilly stopped Quill and said, "Find her a hidden place with enough food and water, and let her stay there alone without making a sound. That's the best way."
"I thought you would be more sympathetic to her."
"But taking her with us is really dangerous," Reilly shook his head, trying hard to suppress the unease in his heart. He really didn't want to sound like a bad guy, but the situation forced him to do so.
"Not only is she dangerous, but we will be dangerous too. If something happens, no one will be able to take care of her, and if we get distracted because of her, we may all die."
Quill hesitated for a moment. He wanted to protect Jennifer, not only because he felt sorry for her, but also because of the Ancient One's instructions, and he still hoped that the powerful Sorcerer Supreme could lead them out of this predicament.
"My Asian friend knows some spells that can cover up her hiding place. When we find a way to leave this place, we'll send her to a safe place," Reilly said concisely.
Quill and Rocket Raccoon had to accept this proposal, because they also knew that it was not wise to wander around this dangerous world with a little girl, as it would only bring trouble to both of them.
They gathered their things and were about to push open the door, but just as Reilly reached out his hand, his Spider-Sense went crazy. He immediately backflipped, pulling Quill with him, and a gunshot blew the door off its hinges.
"Get down!" Jessica's voice came.
Quill didn't know what to dodge, and he was pulled aside, and as he stumbled to the side, he saw the wall behind where he had just been standing was punched like it had been hit by a fist.
"Invisible?!"
"Get out of here!" Rocket Raccoon shouted.
Anyone could see that being trapped in this small space was not a good thing. Quill ran out the door, with Jessica providing heavy cover fire. On the first floor of the bar, the scene outside was very bad. A giant with a stone skin was rampaging and destroying everything, another figure flying in the air was laughing madly and spreading fire, and a man with elastic arms was trying to strangle Shang-Chi.
Reilly let out a roar and jumped up, delivering a flying kick that broke the rubber band. Shang-Chi shook his head and exclaimed, "The Fantastic Four?!"
"It's the Fantastic Monsters!"
Jessica roared, and with a bang, a bullet flew past Invisible Woman's hair. She flew into the air and shouted back at Reilly, "I'm running out of bullets, let's finish this quickly!"
Reilly crouched down, stabilizing his center of gravity. A flash of hesitation crossed his face, but it soon turned resolute. Quill didn't know what was going on with him, but soon he saw Reilly turn back and stare at him with a gaze that made his back shiver, asking, "You said the Superheroes in this world won't die, right?"
"Captain America said so."
As Quill's words fell, Reilly had already charged out at a terrifyingly high speed.
Almost no one had seen Spider-Man's full-speed attack, because he himself knew better than anyone the destruction it could cause.
In fact, Reilly had never unleashed his full Spider-Man powers, because he worried more about the damage he might cause than Spider-Man did.
The whistling wind carried Reilly's wandering thoughts.
An imposter? A clone? Well, if this was his fate, he should thank God for sending him to such a Space where he didn't have to be a Hero anymore. Being a reckless evil clone wouldn't be bad either, since they wouldn't die anyway. What's the harm in going all out and trying?
Before Mr. Fantastic could even react, a figure collided with him with unmatched force. When Reilly's chest and arms, moving at an extremely high speed, impacted his abdomen, he was nearly bisected in an instant.
Reed's body's elasticity was not enough to withstand the sudden powerful impact. He didn't even have a chance to turn into a slingshot before his ribs flew to the side like shattered egg yolks, followed by his kidneys and intestines.
Reilly didn't dare to think about what exactly he had collided with. He only knew that when he stopped, he was covered in a bloody stench. The several hundred meters he used to dissipate the force and brake were filled with Reed Richards.
Reilly took a deep breath, standing dazedly in place. The feeling of violence was not good at all. At the very least, it confirmed one thing for him - he was not an evil clone by nature. The attempt to kill the other made him want to vomit in sadness.
But Mr. Fantastic was indeed not dead. Although he was evenly distributed along the several hundred meters of street, he was still alive. His remaining arm connected to half his chest, with many tentacles emerging from it desperately reaching for his head, while his relatively intact lower body seemed to want to conjure up a torso out of thin air.
Invisible Woman let out a terrible scream and rushed towards Mr. Fantastic, but was blocked by Jessica.
Shang-Chi stared in amazement at all this, taking a deep breath and thinking that they really couldn't die.
However, despite this, Shang-Chi didn't want to kill anyone either. The idea had never crossed his mind, as he was never the kind of person who could be associated with murder.
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, he felt a whistling wind by his ear, and with a "bang" he was sent spinning.
Shang-Chi felt himself fly away, something hitting his shoulder, and then he crashed heavily to the ground. His right arm was probably broken, and his ribs might be fractured as well.
He couldn't help but let out a painful groan. In his blurred vision, he saw the Stone Man jump towards him, his evil red glowing eyes filled with malice, obviously intending to crush him with his own weight.
Shang-Chi endured the pain and rolled to the side as much as he could, avoiding the Stone Man's target, but was sent flying again by the shattered ground shaking from his massive force.
He couldn't fight! Shang-Chi gritted his teeth, inwardly roaring. This was why he wanted to be a sorcerer - he was just an ordinary engineering student who had barely set foot in a gym, not knowing how to exert force at all.
In this situation, the Stone Man wouldn't give him a chance to cast spells. Shang-Chi panted hard, a terrible ruthlessness surging from the depths of his heart and instantly occupying his brain.
Qi gathered in the Dantian, traveling through the meridians. This well-trained body's instincts were awakened. Shang-Chi flipped his body agilely, sending a bit of Qi to his legs. With his fingers forming a seal, he Blinked to the Stone Man's back and jumped onto it.
Then he directed all the remaining Qi to his habitual fist, watching the muscles in his arm swell up until they were almost bursting. Following his instincts, Shang-Chi punched, again and again, until he had practically pulverized the Stone Man's neck and shoulder area.
What did it feel like to punch stone? Shang-Chi found it hard to describe, but he had to admit it was quite satisfying. With the protection of Qi, the reaction force wouldn't hurt him, and the feeling of fist meeting flesh released the indescribable resentment that had just welled up in him.
Another punch, and the Stone Man let out a painful moan. This snapped Shang-Chi out of it, not because the moan was loud, but because it was so weak, perhaps the last sound he would ever make.
Panting heavily, Shang-Chi stood up and looked with a dazed gaze at the Stone Man who had been smashed deep into the asphalt road. He was completely shattered, but not dead yet.
Whose violent nature was this? Shang-Chi wondered. His own? Or the original Shang-Chi's?
As he felt the Qi flow in his body gradually calm down, no longer surging turbulently due to emotional excitement and making him cough blood like before, Shang-Chi thought, well, he'd better accept his violent side, just as he had accepted that he was now in the midst of this crazy Space.
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