Superman from the comics: Starting with the Black Robe

Chapter 416 The Clever Reed Richards

Chapter 416 The Clever Reed Richards

"Not the God of the cross in a narrow sense," but God in a broader sense.

Batman's demands were considered extremely outrageous by most people, and there were even more restrictions: "Moreover, the artifacts from the Greek pantheon may no longer be effective. Many of them were forged by Hephaestus, the god of fire. Atlantis, if your Earth even exists, is also not an option."

It's not that Batman looks down on Greek mythology; it's just that thanks to that bastard Aquaman and Wonder Woman, Joey has maxed out the resistance to the divine weapons in both places.

"What doesn't kill me makes me stronger."

Having learned about Joey's mechanism of increasing resistance to external attacks by taking damage, Dr. Banner first quoted a famous saying, then, remembering that the saying originated from Nietzsche, the madman who proposed the "Ultraman philosophy," he chuckled and shook his head: "No wonder they call Superman Superman."

Batman didn't tell the whole story—not only can't he kill Superman, but those who can actually kill him will also become immune.

Tony, who was already tired of hearing it, was very dissatisfied with Dr. Banner's slacking off: "Stop showing off! We're all PhDs in philosophy; instead of discussing philosophy, why don't you help me out!"

If you calculate the average level of the experts present, they all have at least one and a half PhDs in philosophy; they are all polymaths.

Such a strong and professional team is now struggling to find syringes.

"Weapons from myths and legends —"

Mythological studies are not uncommon, and the gods in ancient legends are not unfamiliar to these people; at least they all know a god who wields a hammer.

"But can anyone contact Thor?"

They may know each other, but they can't just yell at Thor to bring them his hammer. Besides, other mythological stories only exist in books, and they can't just pull those magical artifacts out of the pages.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Reed, wearing a white coat and with his body stretching dozens of meters like a spring, used his rubber body properties to jump directly into the medical room located 10,000 meters in the air: "Sorry, I'm late."

Watching Iron Man rewrite the AI's information filtering process, Reed glanced at it and immediately understood the search direction: "Mythical weapons? Why would they want to find these things?"

After the explanation, Reed nodded in understanding.

It's surprising that Superman possesses such an extreme level of physiological adaptation.

This would normally be a good thing, but in a medical setting it becomes a complete mess.

Fortunately, he is Mr. Fantastic after all, and Reed has another solution to this problem of Superman.

"Batman isn't a local," so the first solution that comes to mind is naturally the ancient gods' magic and weapons, which are still incredibly wild in the other universe.

The Marvel universe, on the other hand, is more ordered. Reed, a seasoned veteran, immediately thought, "Have you tried cosmic energy?"

"You mean the kind of cosmic energy from Galactus?"

Spider-Man 2099 had met Galactus before and chatted with other Spider-Men about Galactus in various universes. He felt this definitely wouldn't work: "Galactus probably won't work; he's already hurt Superman once before."

"Not necessarily." Mr. Fantastic shook his head. When it came to the use of cosmic energy, even Galactus himself might not understand it as well as he did: "Cosmic energy is not a single type of energy. As long as the spectrum is adjusted, then—"

A cluster of purple nebula suddenly appeared from the super isolation room materialized by Spider-Lantern, and Galactus, wearing a helmet similar to Galactus's, appeared from the void.

"Hahoo~"

She yawned, half-covering her eyes, looking like she hadn't woken up yet, then flashed to Joey's bedside, hugged his neck, and prepared to kiss him: "Aww~"

"Ah? Quick—" Everyone present was nearly scared out of their wits when they saw this: "Quick, quick, quick! Stop her!"

""

In order to prevent the elusive and mysterious Garata from making things more difficult for everyone, Iron Man suits, green lights, and spider webs flew everywhere, and Dr. Banner was so anxious that his face turned green.

They'd seen zombies eat people all the time, but this was the first time they'd ever seen someone actively take a bite out of a zombie!

Even if she is the daughter of the star-devourer, she can't eat just anything!

If this bite is "non-toxic," then it's fine; but if it really is "toxic," then the consequences will be much more severe!

However, the moment these methods touched Ganata, they were like reflections in water, creating ripples before passing right through.

The creature Galactus itself has no physical form; this human form is merely a projection of her essence in the eyes of others.

Fortunately, Reed and Batman reacted quickly. If the mountain wouldn't come to them, they would go over to the other side. One of them extended a rubber arm, and the other fired a bathack gun. With a strong pull, they made Superman's hospital bed make a 180° sharp turn and drift away from the gnawing of the Garata.

Before she was fully awake, Ganata lunged at the floor with a vicious bite, smashing a large hole in it.

"That was incredibly close!"

After wiping his sweat, Reed immediately noticed Galactus's purple divine armor: "And what's her background? Is the Galactus of your universe a woman?"

"I am not Galactus!"

Galactus, who had just slammed her head on the floor, finally regained consciousness. She hated Galactus and its means of survival: "I am Galactus!"

Iron Man leaned close to Reed's ear and whispered, "Theoretically speaking, she is Galactus's offspring."

Upon seeing Ganata, Batman's previously furrowed brows suddenly relaxed: "Do you think it's possible to let her—"

He remembered that the daughter of the cosmic god Devourer of Stars was indeed one of the few beings capable of frequently breaching Joey's defenses, perhaps meeting Reed's requirements.

"The juvenile form of the Celestials," Reed nodded, "can certainly be used as an alternative—where were we? Right, the spectrum of cosmic energy—"

Cosmic energy is the sum of all energies at the bottom of the universe. It represents the first force after creation, and to some extent, the root.

Reed, this native, has thoroughly studied the energy of the universe.

His point was that by modifying the spectrum of cosmic energy to give it different properties, it might be possible to bypass Superman's defense mechanisms time and time again.

This might be why Ganata can bite through Joey's biofield and even his skin like a mosquito, time and time again.

Unlike Galactus, who has remained stagnant in her current form for billions of years, she is a developing celestial larva whose energy characteristics change every day.

Batman squinted at Reed, listening intently as the other man clearly and logically analyzed the nature of cosmic energy and even the energy characteristics of Galactus.

"You are really smart."

This was one of the very few times in his life that he genuinely praised someone.