piratefiction Chapter 260 A Surge of Killing Intent
Chapter 260 A Surge of Killing Intent
Chapter 260 A Surge of Killing Intent
Although their abilities are similar, the Vitrum aliens' physical structure is vastly different from that of the Kryptonians. They possess a special atomized body similar to that of Martians, which gives them physical strength that surpasses that of most creatures in the universe.
But such strength is simply not enough against the Kryptonians.
Carrying this distorted version of Mark, he soared into the sky. Having overheard the entire conversation, Joey swiftly reached out and pierced Mark's chest.
A mere fatal wound was nothing to a Viking like Mohican Mark; he remained lively, even having the energy to throw a punch at Joey's neck.
"You lowly commoner! I'll rip your head off and use it as a chamber pot!"
In his universe, Mohican Mark is the true king of the Dimensional Planet, and all the remaining Dimensional Planets obey his commands!
He was waiting for Angstrom to fulfill his promise and lead him to conquer more of the multiverse, so how could he possibly die in this remote and backward universe?
"How dare you interrupt my leisure time! Who do you think you are? Do you even know who I am?"
Following the other person's earlier boasts and threats meticulously, Joey ripped out the latter's heart from his chest and shoved it into his mouth:
"I don't care."
This mohawk-haired Mark is a perfect depiction of what a teenager would become after acquiring uncontrollable power.
When he turned against his own family and tried to repeat it in this universe, Joey knew he was beyond redemption.
After his heart was shoved into the chin of the white-haired man, the mohawk-wearing Mark finally realized that he was in deep trouble and facing a being far faster and stronger than himself.
"Listen—"
The heart might be a good silencer; at least the madman in my hands is finally quiet.
This scene reminded Joey that, having not engaged in large-scale killing for a long time, he had almost forgotten how good he was at it.
With a gentle release, the incapacitated alien plummeted in a parabolic arc towards the wilderness below Joey.
Joey could have made his death even more painful, but he was in a real hurry.
Whether he died from insufficient blood supply or respiratory problems was not something Joey needed to worry about.
After solving the mystery of the first Viking's death, Joey immediately headed to the location of the second Mark.
39 seconds.
In outer space, a "Mark" even younger than the invincible young hero of this universe is battling with the "Tech Jacket" in a new Earth-Moon orbit.
"Tech Jacket" is actually just an ordinary human boy who was bound to the core of a high-tech alien armor by chance.
The boy, who had merged with alien technological armor, possessed a compatibility far exceeding that of other creatures, to the point that he was able to fight a dimensional alien to a standstill in outer space.
In Joey's eyes, this battle was more like a fight between the Blue Beetle from another world and Superboys—but a youthful version.
According to his analysis, even if he didn't intervene, the young Mark, who was being overwhelmed by the technological shell and unable to escape, was already doomed to defeat.
The aliens can survive in outer space for long periods without breathing, but that doesn't mean they can go without breathing forever. Meanwhile, the energy level of the tech jacket has hardly diminished. In such a war of attrition, it's obvious which side will win.
After sending a thermal vision assist from Earth's atmosphere, Joey showed the tech jacket, which was fighting with all its might, what a truly deadly laser was.
The intense heat, comparable to that of the sun's core, burned through the intelligent atoms that make up the Dimensional human's body, temporarily disabling his self-healing ability and leaving a massive penetrating wound on his back.
"what!"
Ignoring the Vixing's screams in the vacuum, a barrage of missiles and lasers erupted from the tech jacket's armor, instantly killing the already severely wounded Vixing.
36 seconds.
thump~
A melodious bell rang out in downtown Chicago.
"In my universe, I have already killed you once!"
Clad in a greyish-white planetary uniform, Mark roared at his familiar enemy, "I wouldn't mind doing it again!"
The red chariot behind the "Rebirth" from hell moved without wind, rapidly extending into a red hurricane that swept towards the arrogant alien from another world.
This invincible young man, Witrum, is perhaps even stronger than Mark in this universe, to the point that he was able to kill Spawn from his dimension.
But this power is not enough to bridge the gap between him and the Spawn of this universe.
Thump~~
The melodious chimes once again echoed through the crime-ridden old town of Chicago.
With her keen sense of smell, Joey detected a familiar sulfurous odor—the scent of hell.
Seemingly sensing the Kryptonians' rapid approach, Spawn brandished his chains, his black suit igniting with green hellfire that spread along the chains into the surrounding space.
"He's mine!"
thump~
Another bell rang.
The chains caught up with Witrum Mark, who grabbed one end of the chain and tried to wrestle with Spawn using his alien physique, unaware that the death knell from hell had already tolled for him three times.
Suddenly, the alien found himself in a land ablaze with eternal flames.
Here he was greeted by the true Spawn, from the very source of hell:
"Welcome to the eighth level of hell, let me taste your sins."
Hellfire spreads to the wicked, leaving the defenseless victim with only eternal torment. Without Superman's intervention, Spawn easily dragged Visor Mark, who claimed to have killed his other self, into hell, condemning him to eternal damnation.
33 seconds.
This scene had already shifted in space, and Joey, rushing from afar, couldn't see clearly what had happened. He only caught a faint, fleeting afterimage in the distance, and immediately frowned, muttering to himself:
"This universe is a bit strange."
He realized that Mark's universe was probably not as simple as it seemed. Besides the aliens, there were many other mysterious beings lurking outside his field of vision.
Having silently noted down this strange phenomenon related to hell, Joey immediately and tirelessly headed towards his fourth target. He decided to skip over Mark, who was here in a parallel universe to settle old scores, and instead prioritize the invincible young heroes who were causing trouble in densely populated areas.
Although Angerström has gone mad, he has always been clear-headed when it comes to revenge.
He offered huge rewards to summon so many invincible young heroes from parallel universes to wreak havoc everywhere, clearly all for one purpose.
That is to completely ruin the name "Invincible Young Hero" in this universe where Mark is a good guy.
Nothing could be more direct than the destruction of major cities and the deaths of tens of millions of people.
Moscow·
London·-·
New York Kowloon
In the ten minutes before Cissel even made a report, these invincible young heroes had already caused enormous damage in the area.
Faced with such godlike power, the city center area where the battle with the aliens took place was filled with screams, blood, death, and ruins, leaving almost nothing behind.
Looking around, this was exactly the scene that Joey had envisioned in his initial nightmares—a man-made disaster that resembled a natural calamity, resulting from the loss of control over individual power.
If the Kryptonians were to actually fight each other on their own Earth, the situation would likely be a million times worse than what he was seeing. With his senses slightly relaxed, countless pleas and cries flooded his mind, causing Joey's anger and murderous intent to swell infinitely.
In an instant, everyone around the world who looked up could see a blood-red rainbow piercing the sky, whether above the yellow sun or under the golden moonlight.
Beneath the collapsed building, the helpless civilians were evacuated to a safe medical area by a hurricane.
Meanwhile, the very people who were the instigators of their suffering—the Marks from parallel worlds—exploded into a pool of blood mist without ever realizing it.
The bio-force field never protects those that Joey doesn't want to protect. Joey used his extremely fast kinetic energy to smash all the invincible young heroes who first caused trouble for ordinary people.
At this moment, Joey, whose murderous intent surged infinitely, seemed to be the true spirit of vengeance.