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Chapter 483: Doomsday Spores (3)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
The tyrant's crushing defeat shook the entire Sphere of the Gods.
The vast Apokolips was already scarred and devastated, its surface covered in dense craters caused by the power unleashed during the fierce battle.
Some of the more reclusive Singular Gods were also blasted out of their homes, frantically asking the other Deities what had happened.
Then, the entire Sphere of the Gods learned of the explosive news.
"Darkseid got his ass kicked," one Deity said with the utmost gravity to the other gods.
"What? Really?" the other Deity replied, overjoyed and filled with schadenfreude.
"Yes, Ancient Doomsday did it."
"..."
Countless Deities were utterly enraged, roaring incessantly as they spread the terrible news that the scourge known as Doomsday had finally made its way into the Sphere of the Gods.
This shocked countless ancient divinities. Numerous smaller Realms directly sealed themselves off, trembling in fear, terrified that one day Doomsday would come knocking on their door.
Any Deity of a certain age knew exactly what kind of creature Doomsday was—an opponent that was, in theory, impossible to defeat.
"Who was it?! Who let that scourge into the Sphere of the Gods!!!"
Similar roars echoed continuously as the entire Sphere of the Gods descended into a furious rage.
They had clearly thrown Doomsday into the Omniverse, sealed away by the Speed Force Wall. So how did it suddenly get out? Which blind idiot did this!!!
A creature like Doomsday only ever exists as an individual, unlike the Singular Gods who can create clones one level weaker to freely enter and exit the Omniverse. Therefore, Doomsday's arrival in the Sphere of the Gods was nothing short of a catastrophe.
This was because it meant no one could send Doomsday back to the Omniverse again. At the very least, the Speed Force Wall would never allow Doomsday to return.
Even if they tried to teleport it again using artifacts like the Mother Box, Doomsday would never fall for it so easily. It had been tricked by a Mother Box once; it was impossible for it to be tricked a second time. This was one of the traits manifested by its infinite evolution ability—it could never be defeated by the same method twice.
Moreover, Doomsday had tasted the benefits of the Sphere of the Gods, a place more suitable for its evolution. Why would it be willing to return to the fragile Omniverse?
From now on, Doomsday could only wreak havoc on them.
The Sphere of the Gods was going to become incredibly lively from now on.
Numerous Deities roared and bellowed, vowing to slaughter the bastard who had exiled Doomsday.
Just as Tony had predicted, exiling Doomsday with the Mother Box was indeed the most audacious and reckless method. It was simple and effective, but it would offend a lot of people... Tony hadn't just offended Apokolips.
More than half of the Deities in the Sphere of the Gods had now memorized his name.
...
Tony had no mind to pay attention to the commotion in the Sphere of the Gods. He could guess with his little toe that the Deities would have their hands full.
From now on, there was one less method to deal with Doomsday.
"I need to strip off the Doomsday spores as soon as possible, study them, and then immediately destroy them. If Doomsday gets killed in the Sphere of the Gods, it's going to be troublesome..."
Tony glanced coldly at the shadowy figures in the distant galaxy, a sneer forming on his lips. He turned and returned to Earth.
No matter which of the factions they were, they were just a bunch of clowns. If they dared to make a move, he would crush them.
The Doomsday spores were more important.
If Doomsday were killed, the spores parasitizing Tony's body would begin to grow, and Doomsday would take over his body to be reborn.
The portal opened. The moment he stepped through, Tony raised his left hand, retracting all of his energy. He rapidly moved the uninfected cells away, leaving only those infected by the spores.
The corrosive nature of the Doomsday spores was truly horrifying. In just a few seconds, Tony's left arm was being devoured. Although Doomsday's absence reduced the spores' destructive power, they still stubbornly spread toward the rest of his body.
Tony decisively extended his right hand and brutally severed his left arm. He then immediately contained it and placed it on a sealed lab bench.
The arm was already transforming into the form of Doomsday. Ghastly white bone spurs had begun to emerge from it, appearing as if they were one with the surrounding flesh and blood, naturally and visibly protruding, bit by bit.
Black buds sprouted, the bone spurs erupted, and the entire arm was corrupted.
"With this, I can reference the genetic template of Ancient Doomsday. I might even be able to deduce a method for creating a controllable Doomsday."
With a cold expression, Tony's empty left shoulder slowly regenerated. He raised his right hand and created a portal, teleporting over Shockwave, a medic, as well as Wheeljack and Ratchet from Mars.
Wheeljack was a scientist for the Autobots. His combat effectiveness wasn't high, but his scientific research capabilities were no worse than Shockwave's.
【Name: Wheeljack (Singular Favor)】
【Affiliation: Autobots】
【Chassis: Type III (Healthy)】
【Height: 7.9 meters】
【Energy: 81,000/81,000 (Abundant)】
【Spark: Active (Good)】
"Immediately copy and simulate Doomsday's template. I'll study it with you. The moment there's any unusual change, destroy it immediately."
Tony commanded swiftly.
The four Transformers immediately gathered, surrounding the corroded left arm to begin their research. They directly used high-tech instruments to reference the genes, attempting to analyze the secrets of Ancient Doomsday.
But the resulting image was extremely blurry and obscure. There were only two short gene chains, yet they were incomparably complex. Every angstrom was packed with a massive amount of genetic types, layered one upon another, enough to make one's scalp tingle.
"This is too astonishing. We can't analyze its full contents." Wheeljack stared dumbfounded at the virtual image. No matter how deep they probed, all they could see were anomalous genes that looked strangely familiar.
What was even more terrifying was that every single gene within it was constantly changing—every single one. It could quickly transform into a pattern similar to another gene, but with slight differences.
Doomsday's ability of infinite evolution was merely the tip of the iceberg, displayed in these shifting genes. The complexity of the Codex of Life was simply not worth mentioning in comparison to Doomsday's genes.
"Then do it as quickly as possible. Record as much as you can. I will assist you; my abilities are better suited for this."
Tony's left arm had already regenerated. He clenched it, nodded in satisfaction, and then said to Wheeljack and the others.
"If there are a hundred million templates, record a hundred million. If there are ten billion, record ten billion. Keep going until Doomsday is killed and tries to use these spores to resurrect," Tony said.
Although the probability was low, the Sphere of the Gods was far more suitable for Doomsday than the feeble Multiverse. Even if Doomsday were killed, it wouldn't necessarily be willing to return to the main universe; it might be more inclined to revive directly within the Sphere of the Gods.
But they had to be on guard. Using the Mother Box against Doomsday again would certainly be ineffective, forcing them to choose other methods, which would be troublesome.
A Level Eight Doomsday could only be considered very powerful in the Sphere of the Gods, where powerhouses gathered; it was far from invincible. There was still a group of quasi-Ninth Level and Tier Nine titans above it. They just weren't willing to clash head-on with Doomsday, as it simply wasn't worth it.
But if they were truly pushed, they could still take down Doomsday.
Tony and his team had to study Doomsday's secrets to the greatest extent possible before it was killed and attempted to resurrect using these spores. Every little bit of information counted. Then, they would create a controllable Ancient Doomsday.
(end of chapter)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
The tyrant's crushing defeat shook the entire Sphere of the Gods.
The vast Apokolips was already scarred and devastated, its surface covered in dense craters caused by the power unleashed during the fierce battle.
Some of the more reclusive Singular Gods were also blasted out of their homes, frantically asking the other Deities what had happened.
Then, the entire Sphere of the Gods learned of the explosive news.
"Darkseid got his ass kicked," one Deity said with the utmost gravity to the other gods.
"What? Really?" the other Deity replied, overjoyed and filled with schadenfreude.
"Yes, Ancient Doomsday did it."
"..."
Countless Deities were utterly enraged, roaring incessantly as they spread the terrible news that the scourge known as Doomsday had finally made its way into the Sphere of the Gods.
This shocked countless ancient divinities. Numerous smaller Realms directly sealed themselves off, trembling in fear, terrified that one day Doomsday would come knocking on their door.
Any Deity of a certain age knew exactly what kind of creature Doomsday was—an opponent that was, in theory, impossible to defeat.
"Who was it?! Who let that scourge into the Sphere of the Gods!!!"
Similar roars echoed continuously as the entire Sphere of the Gods descended into a furious rage.
They had clearly thrown Doomsday into the Omniverse, sealed away by the Speed Force Wall. So how did it suddenly get out? Which blind idiot did this!!!
A creature like Doomsday only ever exists as an individual, unlike the Singular Gods who can create clones one level weaker to freely enter and exit the Omniverse. Therefore, Doomsday's arrival in the Sphere of the Gods was nothing short of a catastrophe.
This was because it meant no one could send Doomsday back to the Omniverse again. At the very least, the Speed Force Wall would never allow Doomsday to return.
Even if they tried to teleport it again using artifacts like the Mother Box, Doomsday would never fall for it so easily. It had been tricked by a Mother Box once; it was impossible for it to be tricked a second time. This was one of the traits manifested by its infinite evolution ability—it could never be defeated by the same method twice.
Moreover, Doomsday had tasted the benefits of the Sphere of the Gods, a place more suitable for its evolution. Why would it be willing to return to the fragile Omniverse?
From now on, Doomsday could only wreak havoc on them.
The Sphere of the Gods was going to become incredibly lively from now on.
Numerous Deities roared and bellowed, vowing to slaughter the bastard who had exiled Doomsday.
Just as Tony had predicted, exiling Doomsday with the Mother Box was indeed the most audacious and reckless method. It was simple and effective, but it would offend a lot of people... Tony hadn't just offended Apokolips.
More than half of the Deities in the Sphere of the Gods had now memorized his name.
...
Tony had no mind to pay attention to the commotion in the Sphere of the Gods. He could guess with his little toe that the Deities would have their hands full.
From now on, there was one less method to deal with Doomsday.
"I need to strip off the Doomsday spores as soon as possible, study them, and then immediately destroy them. If Doomsday gets killed in the Sphere of the Gods, it's going to be troublesome..."
Tony glanced coldly at the shadowy figures in the distant galaxy, a sneer forming on his lips. He turned and returned to Earth.
No matter which of the factions they were, they were just a bunch of clowns. If they dared to make a move, he would crush them.
The Doomsday spores were more important.
If Doomsday were killed, the spores parasitizing Tony's body would begin to grow, and Doomsday would take over his body to be reborn.
The portal opened. The moment he stepped through, Tony raised his left hand, retracting all of his energy. He rapidly moved the uninfected cells away, leaving only those infected by the spores.
The corrosive nature of the Doomsday spores was truly horrifying. In just a few seconds, Tony's left arm was being devoured. Although Doomsday's absence reduced the spores' destructive power, they still stubbornly spread toward the rest of his body.
Tony decisively extended his right hand and brutally severed his left arm. He then immediately contained it and placed it on a sealed lab bench.
The arm was already transforming into the form of Doomsday. Ghastly white bone spurs had begun to emerge from it, appearing as if they were one with the surrounding flesh and blood, naturally and visibly protruding, bit by bit.
Black buds sprouted, the bone spurs erupted, and the entire arm was corrupted.
"With this, I can reference the genetic template of Ancient Doomsday. I might even be able to deduce a method for creating a controllable Doomsday."
With a cold expression, Tony's empty left shoulder slowly regenerated. He raised his right hand and created a portal, teleporting over Shockwave, a medic, as well as Wheeljack and Ratchet from Mars.
Wheeljack was a scientist for the Autobots. His combat effectiveness wasn't high, but his scientific research capabilities were no worse than Shockwave's.
【Name: Wheeljack (Singular Favor)】
【Affiliation: Autobots】
【Chassis: Type III (Healthy)】
【Height: 7.9 meters】
【Energy: 81,000/81,000 (Abundant)】
【Spark: Active (Good)】
"Immediately copy and simulate Doomsday's template. I'll study it with you. The moment there's any unusual change, destroy it immediately."
Tony commanded swiftly.
The four Transformers immediately gathered, surrounding the corroded left arm to begin their research. They directly used high-tech instruments to reference the genes, attempting to analyze the secrets of Ancient Doomsday.
But the resulting image was extremely blurry and obscure. There were only two short gene chains, yet they were incomparably complex. Every angstrom was packed with a massive amount of genetic types, layered one upon another, enough to make one's scalp tingle.
"This is too astonishing. We can't analyze its full contents." Wheeljack stared dumbfounded at the virtual image. No matter how deep they probed, all they could see were anomalous genes that looked strangely familiar.
What was even more terrifying was that every single gene within it was constantly changing—every single one. It could quickly transform into a pattern similar to another gene, but with slight differences.
Doomsday's ability of infinite evolution was merely the tip of the iceberg, displayed in these shifting genes. The complexity of the Codex of Life was simply not worth mentioning in comparison to Doomsday's genes.
"Then do it as quickly as possible. Record as much as you can. I will assist you; my abilities are better suited for this."
Tony's left arm had already regenerated. He clenched it, nodded in satisfaction, and then said to Wheeljack and the others.
"If there are a hundred million templates, record a hundred million. If there are ten billion, record ten billion. Keep going until Doomsday is killed and tries to use these spores to resurrect," Tony said.
Although the probability was low, the Sphere of the Gods was far more suitable for Doomsday than the feeble Multiverse. Even if Doomsday were killed, it wouldn't necessarily be willing to return to the main universe; it might be more inclined to revive directly within the Sphere of the Gods.
But they had to be on guard. Using the Mother Box against Doomsday again would certainly be ineffective, forcing them to choose other methods, which would be troublesome.
A Level Eight Doomsday could only be considered very powerful in the Sphere of the Gods, where powerhouses gathered; it was far from invincible. There was still a group of quasi-Ninth Level and Tier Nine titans above it. They just weren't willing to clash head-on with Doomsday, as it simply wasn't worth it.
But if they were truly pushed, they could still take down Doomsday.
Tony and his team had to study Doomsday's secrets to the greatest extent possible before it was killed and attempted to resurrect using these spores. Every little bit of information counted. Then, they would create a controllable Ancient Doomsday.
(end of chapter)
