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Logically speaking.
The symbiotic god Nar shouldn't even exist.
"Could it be that, just as I suspected, the ancient and powerful force simply awakened later than others?" Ian pondered, his mind filled with confusion.
His provocation tactic also worked.
Slaughter was indeed enraged, its tentacles flailing wildly. "Blasphemy! How dare you insult Him! When He reclaims His power, you will die a more gruesome death than anyone else!"
"Asgard will be buried with you!"
have to say.
The furious, roaring massacre seemed to truly believe this.
"Welcome back?"
Ian grasped the important information.
At this point, the massacre also realized that he had let something slip.
It simply shut up and didn't answer.
It merely roared and tried to struggle. However, its strength was not great; countless tentacles surged out, attempting to pierce Ian's body, but they failed to harm him either.
This is not just because Ian's base stats are high enough.
Furthermore, because Ian is now standing still.
[Ian Kent's Defense [Elite]: When you stand still, damage taken is reduced by 30%, with double damage reduction for the face and vital areas.] Due to the passive situation he experienced when facing Doomsday, Ian increased his percentage-based damage reduction skill after returning home.
He believed that one day he would be able to stand still.
He accepted all the attacks without changing his expression.
"What's wrong with your body?!" Carnage could feel that when his tentacles attacked Ian, an invisible energy made his attacks weak and powerless.
The noble symbiote from the universe is obviously not as noble as a percentage-based damage reduction skill.
It touched upon a blind spot in our knowledge.
"Tell me what it means to welcome back the power?"
Ian's five fingers, like steel pincers, gripped Carnage's crimson, gelatinous body, lifting the two-meter-tall symbiote monster directly off the ground. Carnage's slime writhed wildly on Ian's arm.
However, it appeared extremely powerless.
The massacre was a brutal expression contorted in the face of the perpetrator.
"I would rather die than betray my God! I am not like my rebellious father!"
Its sound is like scraping glass with a knife.
Extremely firm.
It appears to still be under the mental control of the Dark God Nal, and possesses absolute loyalty.
"Fine, then you shall die." Ian sensed this and, without further ado, raised his eyes, his pupils gleaming with a dazzling golden light, as if the sun were burning within them.
Golden light burst forth from the depths of the iris.
The roar of slaughter had barely reached his throat when the sun's rays surged forth.
"Feel the sun's light and warmth."
The light was sacred and violent, yet precise like a surgical scalpel. The carnage's body vaporized and evaporated in absolute heat, but the human host it covered wasn't even charred by a single hair. The carnage's slime made a tearing sound as it detached from its host, and countless microscopic neural connections could be vaguely seen being forcibly severed.
"Aaaaah! Asgardians! You'll regret this!!" Although the main body of the massacre was vaporized, the slime that splattered around it was still writhing.
The debris suddenly screamed at the same time.
"Lord Nar will resurrect me! We will live forever—"
The words have not yet fallen.
Thor plopped down on the largest puddle of slime, slamming his hammer into the ground: "Shut up, Red Jelly!" Violent lightning surged through the hammer and into the slime.
Electrotherapy is very effective.
very effective.
The electric shock caused the remnants of the massacre to convulse wildly.
It needs to be completely melted.
"So you're not as tough as I thought." He was surprised that the other party wasn't as strong as he had imagined—perhaps he had always thought his own strength was relatively weak.
Therefore, their demonstrated combat strength is truly worrying.
Arrogant Thor.
It seems a bit too weak now.
"how come!"
The slime let out its final wail.
"How could you absorb my essence?!"
Its question was, of course, directed at Ian.
The high-dimensional crystals are being lost.
It belongs to the system that was absorbed by Ian.
[Alien data analysis complete. New general data has been added to your [Mimicry Armor]] This time, the system analyzed it very quickly, just as previously predicted.
With Ian's enhancement.
The system's processor also seems to be upgrading.
"New alien data?"
Ian was experiencing a surge of new power within him.
He had a thought in his mind.
Countless black and red slimes suddenly gushed from his pores, intertwining and coiling across his body like living things. The slimes gleamed with a dark red sheen, eventually solidifying into a set of grotesque battle robes.
The scarlet veins pulsate like blood vessels.
The large letters on his chest were shining brightly.
"Oh, now I don't have to beg Dad." Ian was overjoyed to have finally found his perfect outfit, the mimicry armor, and he was just about to try turning the part of his fingers that was covered into a blade.
"Boom~"
suddenly.
A loud noise occurred.
The sky darkened.
It was as if a gloomy scroll was unfolding in the sky.
"By Odin above." Thor's hammer clattered to the ground. "And who is that?"
Everyone looked up.
I saw.
Like a fleeting, illusory painting.
In the endless dark void,
A colossal figure sat enthroned on a throne of bones.
His entire body was covered in flowing dark armor, his head resembled a jawless skull, and some kind of flame burned in his empty eye sockets. Countless symbiotes swam around him like a school of fish on a pilgrimage.
"what happened?"
Captain America suddenly knelt down on one knee.
Fresh blood seeped from the nostrils.
"Damn it! That's another evil god!"
Doctor Strange immediately closed his eyes.
Gwen said nothing.
Her spider-sense overloaded, causing her to convulse as if she had been electrocuted.
"An existence even more powerful than my father god."
Thor stared in disbelief, his hands trembling slightly.
Ian squinted.
He seemed to be gazing at the person who was sealed within the picture frame.
"Nar...in the frame...So, these dimensional demons and ancient gods haven't actually disappeared; they're just sealed in a place like a painting and haven't been able to revive immediately?"
Ian's super brain gave him some insights.
His guess seemed to trigger something. The god of darkness in the painting slowly raised his head, and despite being separated by the boundary between reality and illusion, his gaze caused the temperature of the entire block to drop by dozens of degrees.
Nar raised his right hand, covered in black armor. This simple movement caused the scroll to shake violently, like a television screen with a poor signal, as if some force beyond the laws of reality was gathering.
next moment.
The characters in the story raised their hands and launched an attack outside the story.
Chapter 132 New Bio-armor, Ancient God Brewing Tea!
original.
Ian was still processing the power he had just acquired.
A barely perceptible stream of light rose from the core of the slime and merged into Ian's body. A strange yet powerful surge of information flooded his mind—information about the essential structure of the symbiote.
And the energy conversion method.
[Active Armor Mimicry: This mimicry possesses self-repair and regeneration capabilities, can simulate and integrate with any material structure it has come into contact with, and can autonomously generate weapons, armor, flight organs, and other structures according to combat needs.]
This is the new mimicry information.