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**Chapter 618: Mother Box Armament**
"Tony! You despicable fellow!!"
Trigon's colossal body, comparable to an entire Universe, brazenly rampaged across the Multiverse. On its terrifying blood-red skin, molten lava and spurting blood surged and flowed.
With every step it took, stomping into the Blood Realm Dimension, it caused vast tremors. Viscous red energy began to rampage, violently assaulting the barriers of countless Universes, causing those black orbs to tremble incessantly in the vast Blood Realm Dimension, seemingly on the verge of being destroyed at any moment.
When one reaches a certain perspective, when one possesses enough strength to explore the unknowns of Other Universes, when one has enough talent to stand in the Blood Realm and gaze up at the countless black orbs dotting it like stars, the more one comprehends their own insignificance.
In a world of blood, black is the rarity.
And Trigon's colossal body, like a world itself, with its six pure blood-red eyes filled with endless tyranny and malice, and the immense oppressive aura that assaulted one's senses, made countless beings tremble with fear.
Once again, Trigon charged towards the Main Universe with a mighty and barbaric posture.
This was a very rare occurrence. Without immense gain, Singular Gods would not do such a meaningless thing; pointlessly creating powerful Clones to waste in the Multiverse was simply not worth it.
"Trigon, I told you, if you dare come again, I'll beat you to Death!" Tony sat steadily on the Mobius Chair. The colossal light pillar that shot out spread in all directions, pouring into the Endless Blood Domain.
Tony slowly rose. For this level of combat, the Mobius Chair was completely useless; it would be destroyed in a single encounter.
It would be a pity for the chair to be destroyed like this. Even if Tony didn't use the chair himself, he could gift it to his subordinates, which would be equivalent to him suddenly gaining a subordinate with Level Seven Combat Power.
"No one ever told you that you should show reverence to powerhouses!"
Trigon bared its monstrous maw, revealing rows of seemingly endless sharp, elongated fangs, drooling with horrifying saliva. It swung its arm, raising its giant hand, that of a Level Eight deity, with talons spread wide, furiously clawing at Tony, who was as tiny as an ant.
Just as it raised its arm, a Universe happened to be to its side and was effortlessly torn open by Trigon, creating a massive hole. Raging Blood Realm Energy poured into the shattered Universe Barrier. It was foreseeable that countless galaxies would be destroyed by the sudden catastrophe.
But no one cared about this. No one cared at all.
To a Singular God, what was destroying a mere Universe? Not to mention merely tearing open a Barrier; this was already a great mercy.
Tony coldly watched the rapidly approaching Trigon. He waved his hand, and the Mobius Chair hurriedly fled into a portal opened by the Mother Box Barrier, returning to the Main Universe.
He casually patted the Mother Box, which was dormant like a giant beast, as if sending out a terrifying signal. The entire Mother Box suddenly began to rage, countless brilliant bolts of electricity burst forth, making its entire outer wall reek of Killing Intent.
"I'll give you a chance. Go back, and I'll spare you. You should show reverence to powerhouses."
Tony looked solemnly at the seemingly boundless Trigon.
"Losing another Level Eight Clone would be extremely painful for you, wouldn't it?"
Tony revealed a cold smile.
For a Quasi-Ninth Level Being, creating a Level Eight Clone was an extremely strenuous task. It was impossible without paying a price that would make him ache.
Clones were very useful; they could replace a Singular God to accomplish certain inconvenient tasks. In principle, it didn't matter if they died; at worst, one could simply create another.
But Clones also had Tiers. Anyone who lost a Level Eight Clone would feel pain.
This was also why Trigon had always been relentlessly harassing Tony. This grudge was quite substantial.
Moreover, Tony had also abducted his favored prime commander and future queen.
Trigon grinned ferociously, a brutal expression flashing across its face. Six red rays shot forth from its blood-red eyes, blasting towards Tony. These six rays were powerful enough to easily destroy Universes, yet now they were all aimed directly at Tony.
An aura of deathly silence spread frantically. The sense of Crisis conveyed by his Sixth Sense assaulted Tony's Central Processor.
"Even if you became a Singular God, you would never be my match. What are you relying on this time? The Plot Gem? Or the Mother Box?! These two things are definitely related to the secret to your deification. Although I can't guess it yet, very soon, you'll be crying and telling me before I crush you to Death."
Trigon's deafening roar of laughter erupted. The Blood Realm began to shake, and viscous energy began to surge and flow.
Tony flipped his palm, as if levitating something.
The entire Mother Box Barrier began to tremble rapidly. monsters brewing within were slowly emerging, and numerous brilliant white lightning bolts eagerly burst forth, meeting Trigon's incoming demon rays.
A violent collision occurred, an energy wave far more brutal than a cosmic collision swept in all directions. The entire Blood Realm seemed to fall into a momentary stillness, then, as if suddenly realizing, the incredibly viscous energy abruptly collapsed, like a mass of dough vigorously attacked.
A terrifying energy tsunami roared and surged.
When the halo dissipated, Trigon's figure had already appeared before Tony.
Once again, the two, familiar yet strange, stared at each other.
Last time, Tony had to rely on a full set of Infinity Stones to contend with Trigon; it was only with the Plot Gem that he truly managed to eliminate Trigon.
This time, they were still the protagonists, but they were engaging in their second battle as Singular Gods.
"You choose to seek Death, then I shall grant you Death." Tony's expression was very serious, as if stating a solemn matter.
Trigon said ferociously, "That old woman Death wouldn't dare take me. She doesn't have the power to take me either."
"Then I'll take you."
Tony raised his head and said nonchalantly.
The entire Mother Box trembled. Then, with a speed transcending time, a part of it suddenly extended to Tony's shoulder, covering it with a perfect fit.
It was somewhat like a Symbiote parasitizing a host, but the Tier was entirely different.
Black armament completely enveloped Tony's body, both inside and out. At this moment, every cell in his body was filled with the Mother Box's Power; black, hard matter covered everything, with the fully manifested Mother Box as the ultimate Source, unleashing terrifying Power.
When the Mother Box Barrier fell silent once again, as if it had completely depleted its energy source and its own essential materials, Tony had already acquired a brand new, terrifying armament.
The blackness of the Mother Box, the unknown mysterious runes on its surface, appeared perfectly on the armor Tony donned. The surging energy particles, each contained the weight capable of crushing a world.
Mother Box Armament, the ultimate war equipment both inside and outside the Divine Realm, symbolizing the strongest form since ancient times!
(end of chapter)
"Tony! You despicable fellow!!"
Trigon's colossal body, comparable to an entire Universe, brazenly rampaged across the Multiverse. On its terrifying blood-red skin, molten lava and spurting blood surged and flowed.
With every step it took, stomping into the Blood Realm Dimension, it caused vast tremors. Viscous red energy began to rampage, violently assaulting the barriers of countless Universes, causing those black orbs to tremble incessantly in the vast Blood Realm Dimension, seemingly on the verge of being destroyed at any moment.
When one reaches a certain perspective, when one possesses enough strength to explore the unknowns of Other Universes, when one has enough talent to stand in the Blood Realm and gaze up at the countless black orbs dotting it like stars, the more one comprehends their own insignificance.
In a world of blood, black is the rarity.
And Trigon's colossal body, like a world itself, with its six pure blood-red eyes filled with endless tyranny and malice, and the immense oppressive aura that assaulted one's senses, made countless beings tremble with fear.
Once again, Trigon charged towards the Main Universe with a mighty and barbaric posture.
This was a very rare occurrence. Without immense gain, Singular Gods would not do such a meaningless thing; pointlessly creating powerful Clones to waste in the Multiverse was simply not worth it.
"Trigon, I told you, if you dare come again, I'll beat you to Death!" Tony sat steadily on the Mobius Chair. The colossal light pillar that shot out spread in all directions, pouring into the Endless Blood Domain.
Tony slowly rose. For this level of combat, the Mobius Chair was completely useless; it would be destroyed in a single encounter.
It would be a pity for the chair to be destroyed like this. Even if Tony didn't use the chair himself, he could gift it to his subordinates, which would be equivalent to him suddenly gaining a subordinate with Level Seven Combat Power.
"No one ever told you that you should show reverence to powerhouses!"
Trigon bared its monstrous maw, revealing rows of seemingly endless sharp, elongated fangs, drooling with horrifying saliva. It swung its arm, raising its giant hand, that of a Level Eight deity, with talons spread wide, furiously clawing at Tony, who was as tiny as an ant.
Just as it raised its arm, a Universe happened to be to its side and was effortlessly torn open by Trigon, creating a massive hole. Raging Blood Realm Energy poured into the shattered Universe Barrier. It was foreseeable that countless galaxies would be destroyed by the sudden catastrophe.
But no one cared about this. No one cared at all.
To a Singular God, what was destroying a mere Universe? Not to mention merely tearing open a Barrier; this was already a great mercy.
Tony coldly watched the rapidly approaching Trigon. He waved his hand, and the Mobius Chair hurriedly fled into a portal opened by the Mother Box Barrier, returning to the Main Universe.
He casually patted the Mother Box, which was dormant like a giant beast, as if sending out a terrifying signal. The entire Mother Box suddenly began to rage, countless brilliant bolts of electricity burst forth, making its entire outer wall reek of Killing Intent.
"I'll give you a chance. Go back, and I'll spare you. You should show reverence to powerhouses."
Tony looked solemnly at the seemingly boundless Trigon.
"Losing another Level Eight Clone would be extremely painful for you, wouldn't it?"
Tony revealed a cold smile.
For a Quasi-Ninth Level Being, creating a Level Eight Clone was an extremely strenuous task. It was impossible without paying a price that would make him ache.
Clones were very useful; they could replace a Singular God to accomplish certain inconvenient tasks. In principle, it didn't matter if they died; at worst, one could simply create another.
But Clones also had Tiers. Anyone who lost a Level Eight Clone would feel pain.
This was also why Trigon had always been relentlessly harassing Tony. This grudge was quite substantial.
Moreover, Tony had also abducted his favored prime commander and future queen.
Trigon grinned ferociously, a brutal expression flashing across its face. Six red rays shot forth from its blood-red eyes, blasting towards Tony. These six rays were powerful enough to easily destroy Universes, yet now they were all aimed directly at Tony.
An aura of deathly silence spread frantically. The sense of Crisis conveyed by his Sixth Sense assaulted Tony's Central Processor.
"Even if you became a Singular God, you would never be my match. What are you relying on this time? The Plot Gem? Or the Mother Box?! These two things are definitely related to the secret to your deification. Although I can't guess it yet, very soon, you'll be crying and telling me before I crush you to Death."
Trigon's deafening roar of laughter erupted. The Blood Realm began to shake, and viscous energy began to surge and flow.
Tony flipped his palm, as if levitating something.
The entire Mother Box Barrier began to tremble rapidly. monsters brewing within were slowly emerging, and numerous brilliant white lightning bolts eagerly burst forth, meeting Trigon's incoming demon rays.
A violent collision occurred, an energy wave far more brutal than a cosmic collision swept in all directions. The entire Blood Realm seemed to fall into a momentary stillness, then, as if suddenly realizing, the incredibly viscous energy abruptly collapsed, like a mass of dough vigorously attacked.
A terrifying energy tsunami roared and surged.
When the halo dissipated, Trigon's figure had already appeared before Tony.
Once again, the two, familiar yet strange, stared at each other.
Last time, Tony had to rely on a full set of Infinity Stones to contend with Trigon; it was only with the Plot Gem that he truly managed to eliminate Trigon.
This time, they were still the protagonists, but they were engaging in their second battle as Singular Gods.
"You choose to seek Death, then I shall grant you Death." Tony's expression was very serious, as if stating a solemn matter.
Trigon said ferociously, "That old woman Death wouldn't dare take me. She doesn't have the power to take me either."
"Then I'll take you."
Tony raised his head and said nonchalantly.
The entire Mother Box trembled. Then, with a speed transcending time, a part of it suddenly extended to Tony's shoulder, covering it with a perfect fit.
It was somewhat like a Symbiote parasitizing a host, but the Tier was entirely different.
Black armament completely enveloped Tony's body, both inside and out. At this moment, every cell in his body was filled with the Mother Box's Power; black, hard matter covered everything, with the fully manifested Mother Box as the ultimate Source, unleashing terrifying Power.
When the Mother Box Barrier fell silent once again, as if it had completely depleted its energy source and its own essential materials, Tony had already acquired a brand new, terrifying armament.
The blackness of the Mother Box, the unknown mysterious runes on its surface, appeared perfectly on the armor Tony donned. The surging energy particles, each contained the weight capable of crushing a world.
Mother Box Armament, the ultimate war equipment both inside and outside the Divine Realm, symbolizing the strongest form since ancient times!
(end of chapter)
