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Chapter 862
chapter 0356 part 2
Could this speed really be achieved by a human?
However, thinking about his own modified body, fused with various alien technology after being modified by the Mother Box, Cyborg Victor felt relieved.
After interacting with the members of the Justice League and witnessing their inhuman abilities, Cyborg, who had been trapped in self-doubt, gradually emerged from the shadow.
He wasn't a monster!
"What kind of ink do you think is inside this staff? It can even restore itself!"
Barry Allen stuck the bone staff he was holding into the soil beside him and slumped down next to Victor to rest.
He wasn't physically tired, but rather under immense mental pressure from facing the dense Parademons, coupled with the presence of that Mysterious Person.
He wasn't sure if that Evil God would truly descend in their true body to the Current World once the magic array was completed.
He wanted to tell Mr. Wayne and the others about that person's existence, but on the other side was his Mother.
On one side was the potential world safety, and on the other was the opportunity to resurrect his Mother. In Barry Allen's mind, there seemed to be a swaying scale.
Under the immense pressure, Barry Allen lay back on the grass, closing his eyes tightly.
Cyborg glanced at Barry Allen, thinking he was physically fatigued. He stood up and moved aside to keep alert for Barry, wanting his little brother to rest well.
Neither of them noticed that the bone staff stuck beside Barry Allen, the dense characters on the white bone, were now changing and wriggling like living beings. These characters wriggled and combined into talismans. The pale engravings quietly turned into Blood-Colored Runes.
As soon as the Runes, resembling fresh human blood or bright cinnabar, appeared, a faint mumbling sound instantly spread out.
Accompanied by this eerie voice, audible only to Yin Spirit ghosts.
Souls that had died violently within hundreds of kilometers instantly converged towards this white bone soul summoning staff.
Countless streaks of black smoke, invisible to ordinary people, converged towards this bone staff. In the blink of an eye, these black smoke transformed into Yin Souls with broken limbs and bodies covered in bullet holes.
These Yin Souls, who had died violently in Gang shootouts, had their minds confused by the voice emanating from the bone staff.
They rushed into the bone staff, vying for the front.
Inside the white bone staff, Blood-Colored Spirit Marks condensed into restriction formations. Within these exorcism and soul locking restriction formations, these Yin Souls were directly crushed into powder, turning into clumps of gray mist.
Cyborg Victor saw the dense Yin Souls around him. Some even passed through his body, and he only felt a sudden chill.
Feeling the somewhat cold wind blowing in gusts, Victor took off his jacket and covered Barry Allen with it, exposing his semi-mechanized body openly in the sunlight for the first time without avoidance.
Marvel Universe, two hundred light-years away from the Solar System, somewhere on a Desolate Planet. This planet has a diameter of about thirty thousand kilometers, is perennially arid, and its land and Mountain Range occupy about seventy-three percent of the Planet Surface.
Although water resources are scarce, life still exists on this Planet. It is a species born within rock veins, resembling humans in appearance, but their bodies seem to be formed by the accumulation of countless stones. According to the classification of the Three Great Galactic Empires.
These Thing are classified as silicon-based lifeforms.
Because of the lack of water resources, or rather, because these silicon-based lifeforms have put most of their evolutionary direction into polishing the hardness of their bodies, the civilization on this Habitable Planet has never entered the interstellar civilization. In fact, the overall civilization progress of these Thing has remained in the tribal civilization era.
Their civilization level is equivalent to the Late Neolithic Age on Earth, close to the Early Bronze Age standard.
Although the intelligence of these Thing is not as high as that of Earthlings, they possess a physique several times stronger than ordinary humans. Also, because natural disasters such as lightning, storms, and earthquakes are several times more frequent on this Planet than on other normal Planets.
This has led to the Thing on this Planet developing an extremely brilliant deity worship culture. Priest and Shaman who can communicate with the God rule the daily lives of these Thing.
Two hundred cosmic days ago, a cargo spaceship deviated from its course and discovered this Habitable Planet.
After sending aircraft to land on this Planet to collect air, geology, and biological samples, confirming that this Planet was a Habitable Planet.
The spaceship captain immediately checked the star map he carried. Unmarked, this Planet was completely absent from the star map.
Clearly, this was an undiscovered Habitable Planet.
What this meant was clear to the Ordinary Small Merchant who had worked hard transporting goods in the cold Space: it meant he was going to get rich.
The value of an undeveloped Habitable Planet, even in the Milky Way Galaxy, was immense wealth for an Ordinary Small Merchant like him.
The moment he discovered this ownerless Habitable Planet, the Ordinary Small Merchant's first reaction was to develop it himself and become a Planet Master who controlled a Planet.
Unfortunately, after calculating his meager net worth, he abandoned this plan.
According to his investigation, the physical quality of the Native on this Habitable Planet was extremely strong. Taking down this Planet would definitely require him to invest heavily.
Even if he sold his most valuable possession, the seven-hand cargo spaceship, he couldn't afford a few Armed Robots.
After weighing the gains and losses, the Ordinary Small Merchant sold the coordinates of this Habitable Planet to the Tang Group, which was rapidly gaining reputation in the Milky Way Galaxy, through a familiar Black Market Merchant.
The reason the Ordinary Small Merchant chose the Tang Group was that he had transported goods for them before.
Debts settled, paid promptly, and it was said that the Tang Group's influence was developing very rapidly in the Eastern Galaxy, and its reputation had always been good. The Ordinary Small Merchant believed that a large influence like the Tang Group wouldn't cheat him out of his money.
On this day, on the largest continent of this Planet, several of the most powerful Stone People Tribe were holding a joint deity worship ceremony.
Their ancestors were a species born from the Mountain Range, so the God they worshipped was also the God of the Great Mountain.
The ritual was held on a Hillside that stretched for a thousand kilometers but was bare and devoid of vegetation.
Thousands of Thing, led by a group of Priest, knelt towards the Mountain Range before them, worshipping devoutly, mumbling prayers.
They used their own language to sing praises to the Mountain before them, the ancestral land that had given birth to their ancestors.
Just as the Thing were devoutly worshipping the Great Mountain, one Thing inadvertently looked up and saw a uniquely shaped space battleship, resembling a large bird, shining with golden light, spitting out scorching plasma flames, slowly breaking through the Planet's Atmosphere and descending from high altitude.
The piercing whistle shook everyone on the Ground, causing them to involuntarily cover their ears. The gale stirred up by the plasma flames made these people unstable on their feet, and they fell to the Ground in terror.
The spaceship, thousands of meters long, was already hovering in mid-air like a Great Mountain, spitting out blazing flames.
Under the terrified gaze of the Thing, a hatch on the underside of the spaceship opened. Hela, in dark green armor with long, flowing hair, walked out of the hatch, accompanied by a Black Giant Wolf with a shoulder height of four meters.
Following closely behind her was a group of Angel with pure white wings.
The Goddess of Death Hela's eyes shot out brilliant Divine Light. The immense Mental Pressure caused the Thing on the Ground to lie flat, unable to move.
Could this speed really be achieved by a human?
However, thinking about his own modified body, fused with various alien technology after being modified by the Mother Box, Cyborg Victor felt relieved.
After interacting with the members of the Justice League and witnessing their inhuman abilities, Cyborg, who had been trapped in self-doubt, gradually emerged from the shadow.
He wasn't a monster!
"What kind of ink do you think is inside this staff? It can even restore itself!"
Barry Allen stuck the bone staff he was holding into the soil beside him and slumped down next to Victor to rest.
He wasn't physically tired, but rather under immense mental pressure from facing the dense Parademons, coupled with the presence of that Mysterious Person.
He wasn't sure if that Evil God would truly descend in their true body to the Current World once the magic array was completed.
He wanted to tell Mr. Wayne and the others about that person's existence, but on the other side was his Mother.
On one side was the potential world safety, and on the other was the opportunity to resurrect his Mother. In Barry Allen's mind, there seemed to be a swaying scale.
Under the immense pressure, Barry Allen lay back on the grass, closing his eyes tightly.
Cyborg glanced at Barry Allen, thinking he was physically fatigued. He stood up and moved aside to keep alert for Barry, wanting his little brother to rest well.
Neither of them noticed that the bone staff stuck beside Barry Allen, the dense characters on the white bone, were now changing and wriggling like living beings. These characters wriggled and combined into talismans. The pale engravings quietly turned into Blood-Colored Runes.
As soon as the Runes, resembling fresh human blood or bright cinnabar, appeared, a faint mumbling sound instantly spread out.
Accompanied by this eerie voice, audible only to Yin Spirit ghosts.
Souls that had died violently within hundreds of kilometers instantly converged towards this white bone soul summoning staff.
Countless streaks of black smoke, invisible to ordinary people, converged towards this bone staff. In the blink of an eye, these black smoke transformed into Yin Souls with broken limbs and bodies covered in bullet holes.
These Yin Souls, who had died violently in Gang shootouts, had their minds confused by the voice emanating from the bone staff.
They rushed into the bone staff, vying for the front.
Inside the white bone staff, Blood-Colored Spirit Marks condensed into restriction formations. Within these exorcism and soul locking restriction formations, these Yin Souls were directly crushed into powder, turning into clumps of gray mist.
Cyborg Victor saw the dense Yin Souls around him. Some even passed through his body, and he only felt a sudden chill.
Feeling the somewhat cold wind blowing in gusts, Victor took off his jacket and covered Barry Allen with it, exposing his semi-mechanized body openly in the sunlight for the first time without avoidance.
Marvel Universe, two hundred light-years away from the Solar System, somewhere on a Desolate Planet. This planet has a diameter of about thirty thousand kilometers, is perennially arid, and its land and Mountain Range occupy about seventy-three percent of the Planet Surface.
Although water resources are scarce, life still exists on this Planet. It is a species born within rock veins, resembling humans in appearance, but their bodies seem to be formed by the accumulation of countless stones. According to the classification of the Three Great Galactic Empires.
These Thing are classified as silicon-based lifeforms.
Because of the lack of water resources, or rather, because these silicon-based lifeforms have put most of their evolutionary direction into polishing the hardness of their bodies, the civilization on this Habitable Planet has never entered the interstellar civilization. In fact, the overall civilization progress of these Thing has remained in the tribal civilization era.
Their civilization level is equivalent to the Late Neolithic Age on Earth, close to the Early Bronze Age standard.
Although the intelligence of these Thing is not as high as that of Earthlings, they possess a physique several times stronger than ordinary humans. Also, because natural disasters such as lightning, storms, and earthquakes are several times more frequent on this Planet than on other normal Planets.
This has led to the Thing on this Planet developing an extremely brilliant deity worship culture. Priest and Shaman who can communicate with the God rule the daily lives of these Thing.
Two hundred cosmic days ago, a cargo spaceship deviated from its course and discovered this Habitable Planet.
After sending aircraft to land on this Planet to collect air, geology, and biological samples, confirming that this Planet was a Habitable Planet.
The spaceship captain immediately checked the star map he carried. Unmarked, this Planet was completely absent from the star map.
Clearly, this was an undiscovered Habitable Planet.
What this meant was clear to the Ordinary Small Merchant who had worked hard transporting goods in the cold Space: it meant he was going to get rich.
The value of an undeveloped Habitable Planet, even in the Milky Way Galaxy, was immense wealth for an Ordinary Small Merchant like him.
The moment he discovered this ownerless Habitable Planet, the Ordinary Small Merchant's first reaction was to develop it himself and become a Planet Master who controlled a Planet.
Unfortunately, after calculating his meager net worth, he abandoned this plan.
According to his investigation, the physical quality of the Native on this Habitable Planet was extremely strong. Taking down this Planet would definitely require him to invest heavily.
Even if he sold his most valuable possession, the seven-hand cargo spaceship, he couldn't afford a few Armed Robots.
After weighing the gains and losses, the Ordinary Small Merchant sold the coordinates of this Habitable Planet to the Tang Group, which was rapidly gaining reputation in the Milky Way Galaxy, through a familiar Black Market Merchant.
The reason the Ordinary Small Merchant chose the Tang Group was that he had transported goods for them before.
Debts settled, paid promptly, and it was said that the Tang Group's influence was developing very rapidly in the Eastern Galaxy, and its reputation had always been good. The Ordinary Small Merchant believed that a large influence like the Tang Group wouldn't cheat him out of his money.
On this day, on the largest continent of this Planet, several of the most powerful Stone People Tribe were holding a joint deity worship ceremony.
Their ancestors were a species born from the Mountain Range, so the God they worshipped was also the God of the Great Mountain.
The ritual was held on a Hillside that stretched for a thousand kilometers but was bare and devoid of vegetation.
Thousands of Thing, led by a group of Priest, knelt towards the Mountain Range before them, worshipping devoutly, mumbling prayers.
They used their own language to sing praises to the Mountain before them, the ancestral land that had given birth to their ancestors.
Just as the Thing were devoutly worshipping the Great Mountain, one Thing inadvertently looked up and saw a uniquely shaped space battleship, resembling a large bird, shining with golden light, spitting out scorching plasma flames, slowly breaking through the Planet's Atmosphere and descending from high altitude.
The piercing whistle shook everyone on the Ground, causing them to involuntarily cover their ears. The gale stirred up by the plasma flames made these people unstable on their feet, and they fell to the Ground in terror.
The spaceship, thousands of meters long, was already hovering in mid-air like a Great Mountain, spitting out blazing flames.
Under the terrified gaze of the Thing, a hatch on the underside of the spaceship opened. Hela, in dark green armor with long, flowing hair, walked out of the hatch, accompanied by a Black Giant Wolf with a shoulder height of four meters.
Following closely behind her was a group of Angel with pure white wings.
The Goddess of Death Hela's eyes shot out brilliant Divine Light. The immense Mental Pressure caused the Thing on the Ground to lie flat, unable to move.
