American comics: You're asked to fish, but you catch a Superman template?

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At the same time, eighteen fire dragons opened their mouths and rushed towards Death from all directions.

The scene immediately descended into chaos.

The giant reaper shattered the dragon's head with a single punch. The flames collapsed but did not dissipate, instead transforming into a dragon's head. The dragon's neck was bitten, and its slender body bound its limbs like ropes.

"Damn, what kind of power is this?"

The colossal beast, gleaming with divine power, forcefully broke free from the fire dragon's restraints and soared into the air. A streak of red light pierced the sky, the blade cutting through the air and leaving behind faint smoke. Strange phenomena surged, the heavens and earth trembled, and with a "bang," the colossal beast collapsed to the ground.

Pow!

The scene of another head falling to the ground was horrifying.

"Your behavior was too reckless."

A cold voice rang out in the air, and a series of ghostly figures ripped through the sky.

Lie

(bbfh) A bloody gash appeared on Clark's chest, the wound quickly festered, and the blood turned black. The next second, a sharp blade flashed, and his back split open, revealing a 20-centimeter-long wound. The blood flowing out emitted a strong, fishy smell.

"poison?"

Clark clutched his chest and coughed painfully, his limbs went numb and his senses became dulled.

Seeing this, Ron rushed over, but was blocked by the Fishman Harvester. Diana was entangled in the black liquid and could not escape.

Xu Fu frowned slightly. He launched Camor and manipulated four fire dragons as support, but it was ineffective: the Grim Reaper hidden in the void was like a venomous snake, leaving wounds on Clark's body every time it swooped past.

It is not very powerful, but it contains a terrible toxin.

The toxins continued to erode Clark's body, tormenting him time and time again, leaving him exhausted, weak, and losing his mind and self-awareness.

"Human, tell me the location of the tentacles, and I'll spare you."

Clark tensed up, struggling to fight the toxins in his body.

"It's no use. Even God can't tolerate my poison, let alone you?"

"Surrender. There's no need to continue. We are death gods, not butchers. As long as you surrender, nothing will happen to you."

Clark remained silent, his muscles tense, blood gushing from his veins, blood spurting from his wounds, and his skin silently changing from black to purplish-brown, then to dark green.

The toxins are expelled from the body, cells are renewed, and using the code of life, infected cells quickly disappear, while antibody-producing cells automatically multiply and replace the original tissue.

The rotting muscle separated from the body, and bright red granulation tissue appeared in its place.

Clark opened his eyes and suddenly reached out his hand.

puff

His fist was cleaved open by a sharp blade, leaving a large patch of blood, but he didn't care. He spread his fingers and grabbed the guy hiding in the void.

"How can this be?"

A gasp rang out from the air: "Your body... is it impossible?"

Clark gripped his left hand tightly and swung it forward forcefully.

Bang

Visible shockwaves erupted in the air, one after another, dozens of blows striking the same spot. The final blow was unexpectedly powerful, piercing through the entire target.

The figure of Death appeared earlier, with a large hole in his chest. The surrounding muscles were shattered into a bloody pulp by the shockwave. He looked dejected and extremely weak. Unlike other Death Gods, he had been a Death God for less than a thousand years. His purpose in coming to the battlefield of gods and demons was to show his strength, but he did not expect to face a freak.

Surprisingly, its toxicity is so potent that even gods cannot resist it, yet it is completely submissive to humans.

Clark grunted, grabbed him by the neck, and threw him forcefully in the direction of Xu Fu.

Diana flashed into the void and slashed his neck with her sword, while Ron used his telekinesis to forcibly delay his perception.

Xu Fu opened his right hand, and the surrounding green flames gathered towards his palm like swallows returning to their nests, shrinking and intensifying until they gradually formed a vortex that continued to collapse inward.

The one who wants to kill the gods.

Chapter 1578 The Origin of the Tentacle Monster

Deep beneath the White Bone Plains lurks a tentacle monster.

A magical projection appeared on the wall, showing Xu Fu's subordinates fighting against Death. Despite the vast difference in numbers, Death still gained the upper hand.

These people are too strong.

One person was muttering to himself, while his companion beside him was muttering something.

"Of these four people, apart from the soul, the physical abilities of the other three are no less than those of gods, and may even be stronger. But what I am most worried about is the ghost."

What is the "Green Flame" ability?

Some people subconsciously looked at Leng Yue: Xu Fu is the heir of the Celestial Court, so his abilities are naturally related to the Eastern Celestial Court.

The cold moon emitted a chilling voice, proudly raising its head.

Seeing this, everyone was annoyed, but they couldn't say anything: among the seven pantheons, the Celestial Court had a special position. Because of its culture and bloodline, it was regarded as a threat and an outsider, and had almost no allies.

Similarly, the Celestial Court looked down on the barbaric gods of the mortal realm who lacked morality, and their relationship was terrible, which did not improve even after they turned into tentacles.

A tentacle appeared in front of the projector, and on the tentacle was a heroic woman with wild eyes. She was Artemis, the goddess of the hunt among the twelve Olympian gods, and also the most powerful one present.

This is an opportunity.

"Grandmother, we must seize this opportunity to launch a surprise attack and eliminate the evil god of the underworld."

The old woman sitting in the corner lowered her head, seemingly not hearing Artemis's words. Just as she was about to urge Artemis to continue, the man beside her suddenly snorted, and with a "bang," her head slammed against the wall.

"The evil gods of the underworld are after us; humanity is merely bait. A trap is all we need now. Can't you see? Only eight of the eighteen evil gods have appeared; the rest are lurking in the shadows. I know you want to save humanity. The Sword of Vulcan, the Lasso of Truth, the Silver Guardian Bracelet, the Starlight Crown... all belong to Zeus's collection. But they're all in this woman's hands; the connection between them must be highly suspicious."

If the first half of the statement was reasonable, the second half made the gods of the Olympian pantheon bow their heads. Artemis produced a jade-green spear in her hand and stared intently at the head of the speaker who showed no sign of weakness.

The atmosphere immediately became tense.

The sorcerer and the curse god from Africa stepped forward and whispered, "Our enemy is..." The surrounding tentacles automatically dispersed, leaving enough space for the battle.

"Grandma, who knows where we're hiding? What if they lose..."

The rest of the words were left unsaid, but we all understood their meaning.

The tentacles' true form resides in the underground space, carrying the hope of returning home. Once discovered by the evil god of the underworld, it will undoubtedly launch an attack without hesitation, at which point the situation will become extremely passive.

The two gods opposite also stopped, pondering this possibility.

One of them said, “You can’t put your hopes on people; when they find themselves in dire straits, they will undoubtedly choose the latter over the former.”

Leng Yue said angrily.

"Xu Fu is not a simple person; he won't betray us."

How do you know he won't do that?

He is a member of the Celestial Court; a member of the Celestial Court will not betray his comrade.

Wild laughter filled the room, and the air became cheerful.

Leng Yue gritted her teeth, wanting to push these guys into the pit, but at this moment an old man with gray hair and a haggard face spoke.

“We can’t drag this out any longer. We either need to find a way to kill them and silence them, or cooperate with them to deal with the evil god of the underworld. Dragging it out will only make things worse and could even turn potential allies into enemies.”

This statement highlights the main point, but a more complex problem arises: killing humans is not a good thing, and neither is killing the evil gods of the underworld; no matter what, if they are not eliminated in one fell swoop, the location of the tentacles will be exposed.

Artemis suddenly asked this question.

When will he be born?

The short, unremarkable man replied, "At the current rate of growth, it will take at least eight hundred years."

"What if you swallowed the eighteen evil gods?"

Everyone stared at him in disbelief. The sign next to him looked at the short man, who was appreciating the moment, and slowly said.

"The power of the eighteen evil gods far exceeds the energy required for growth. If you swallow them, your growth rate will increase exponentially, and you can grow to your full form in three days at most."

Artemis opened her arms: "Then what are we waiting for? Such an opportunity is once in a lifetime. Do you really want to hold out for another eight hundred years?"

The air immediately became restless, as if it were being burned by a raging fire.

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The gods were eager to try, even those who had a bad relationship with Olympias were ready. They were gods, high above all things, willing to abandon their dignity, become monsters and return home, but that didn't mean they wouldn't suffer.

Which human being would willingly become an ugly, inhuman tentacle?

"Grandma, we don't need to wait anymore, now is the perfect time."

"Let's start a war!"

"We will strike and annihilate the evil god of the underworld in an instant."

"Grandma, we have no other choice. What are you thinking?"

...

The gods spoke one after another, and more than a hundred tentacles simultaneously pointed at the old woman in the corner. The old woman remained silent; if it weren't for the rotating fingers, you would have thought she was asleep.

The old lady is not a god, at least not before.

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