radicalducati Chapter 312: Everything Under Control!
Chapter 312: Everything Under Control!
Before we begin, let’s go back to the very first question.
Beholder.
How is this god from the Cthulhu mythos doing now? Of course not.
After countless attempts by its own limbs and polyhedra to invade the universe failed, it eventually retreated back into its own cancerous universe.
That was a base camp completely eroded by its concept—
Here, there is no concept of death; all the superheroes maintain a state of immortality similar to that of someone with cancer.
Even if you rip out their intestines and cut off their head, they will still live, still wail, and still stare at you with those empty eyes.
At the same time, Death's clone here was also successfully taken over by the Eye Demon.
Of course, that's merely a inferior substitute for death; to death itself, it's nothing more than a clone tossed aside in a corner, one it wouldn't even glance at.
His strength was at most not even at the level of a single universe, so it seemed only natural that he was killed by a multiverse-level god.
But today, everything is different.
The creator gods were astonished by the activity of the newly ascended god of civilization.
Everyone was wary of him, unsure of what path he would take.
Perhaps it will be a fleeting moment, or perhaps it will become a member of a new pantheon of creator gods.
However, all of this will only be taken into consideration if the other party demonstrates sufficient potential.
Otherwise, why would they bother with all that effort for cannon fodder that will be replaced by the next version?
This is--
When those countless Galactrons or Transformers-like mechs begin to storm into the cancerous universe—
When those quantities, measured in trillions and even beyond description, surged into the universe like a silver torrent—
Even if they were completely indifferent, they couldn't help but turn their attention there.
Those mechs were not ordinary mechs.
Each machine has a bright white energy core shining on its chest, and each machine's weapon system has been enhanced to the extreme by the conceptual power of Hanlu.
They spread out in formation in the void of the cancerous universe, like a silver nebula, advancing layer by layer towards the Eye Demon's true form.
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"Wow! Wow! Wow! They're fighting again! That's great! That's great! They're fighting again!"
He shook his enormous head wildly, leaping and bounding like a monkey that had just seen a good show begin.
His body twisted and turned in the void, making a teeth-grinding "crunch" sound, and his eyes were filled with excitement and anticipation.
Then he was bumped into by the order of the crowd.
"Shut up."
The voice of order was as cold as ice, not even glancing at the chaos.
His gaze fell on the distant battlefield, calm and profound, like a stagnant pool without ripples.
The other creator gods and the other gods were already used to this scene.
They're too lazy to care—or rather, they haven't seen anything worth caring about yet.
It's just two multiverse-level beings fighting. This kind of thing happens every day in the omnipotent universe, just like ants on Earth fight every day. It's not worth them watching for even a second.
As for Hell—neither Mephisto nor Sithon, nor Setorak, nor even the dimensional demon "Chi You," who has been identified as the most powerful, cast a few glances in this direction.
But for them, who are in the demon dimension, this is nothing, it doesn't matter.
Just watching the show.
And so, with countless onlookers watching, the Eye Demon began to erupt throughout the universe.
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"Enough—enough—!"
The Eye Demon's roar exploded in the void of the cancerous universe, like a supernova exploding, causing cracks to appear in the surrounding dimensional barriers.
Its enormous, octopus-like body, wrapped in countless tentacles, emerged from the deepest part of the cancerous universe. Each tentacle was as long as a galaxy, and each sucker was like a black hole.
"Why—all I need is a coordinate—yet you insist on being my mortal enemy—?!"
That magnificent figure, capable of easily shattering the universe like a bubble, carries a suffocating decay and distortion, influencing everything around it.
Wherever it goes, space begins to crumble, time begins to flow backward, and light begins to bend.
The mechs at the forefront turned into piles of scrap metal the moment they came into contact with its aura—
It wasn't destroyed, but rather it "aged" to the end of its lifespan, completing its billions of years of journey in an instant.
However—it might have gotten some things wrong.
For Hanlu, it wasn't that he approached the other party, but rather that the other party approached him first.
Now, however, he has become stronger and can turn the tables and slap the other party in the face.
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"Further discussion is pointless."
Hanlu's voice came from the other end of the void, calm and cold, like a knife just pulled out of icy water.
"bring it on--"
His voice suddenly rose, exploding in the void like thunder.
"Attack!!"
He did not take action himself.
Or rather, his physical body simply cannot move—
That throne woven from timelines still suppresses everything in the MCU universe; it cannot leave, nor dares to leave.
He could only send one of his most powerful clones to the battlefield.
The clone was clad in a set of gleaming golden imperial armor—
It is not some mere decorative ornament, but a terrifying suit of armor formed from the power of the Ultimate Eraser, powerful enough to force the wearer to reach the multiverse level.
Countless fine runes flowed across the surface of the armor, each rune constantly changing, as if writing some kind of law that transcends human cognition.
However—it is obvious that even the most powerful clone is still somewhat inferior to the original, powerful and well-established main body.
Although the aura beneath the armor was powerful, it was somewhat weak, like a candle flame flickering in the wind, which could be blown out at any moment.
But the problem is—fights during the Cold Dew season are never one-on-one.
It was a group fight.
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He swung the lightsaber in his hand—
A golden light flashed past his side, so fast that even the countless eyes of the Eye Demon could only catch a fleeting afterimage.
The light drew a graceful arc in the void before exploding violently.
The Saber King has appeared.
That petite and delicate body was as small as a speck of dust in front of the Eye Demon's overwhelming octopus form.
But this single speck of dust emitted a light that made even the most discerning eye tremble.
She held a sword in her hand—
It wasn't the sword in the stone, but a giant sword made of pure light, longer than her body.
Golden patterns flowed across the sword's surface, constantly changing shape as if chanting an ancient poem.
The greatsword began to gleam.
That light was not the light of the sun, nor the light of the stars, but a deeper, purer light, as if it were seeping out from the origin of the world.
It surged from the sword, spreading in all directions like a tide, illuminating the entire cancerous universe as if it were daytime.
The eye demon's countless eyes narrowed simultaneously. Its tentacles instinctively retracted—it was retreating.
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same.
Another small figure stepped onto the battlefield.
disciple.
Her long hair floated in the air like a flag fluttering in the wind.
Her pale purple eyes calmly gazed at the enormous octopus monster before her, without fear, excitement, or any other emotion—just a gaze.
People have already started to notice her.
The gods hidden in the shadows pierced through the layers of dimensional barriers and fell upon this newly "born" android.
They had some doubts—
Could it be that the other side has turned around and created another powerful being at the level of a single universe?
The answer is—they guessed right.
Even the guesses weren't big enough.
The disciple's gaze sharpened slightly. It was merely a simple stare—
A pure, uncolored observation.
The reflection of the enormous Cthulhu octopus monster in her pupils began to change.
It is not a reflection of a mirror, but a deeper and more fundamental "analysis".
Her body trembled slightly.
Then—a decaying aura identical to that of the Eye Demon surged from her body.
The odor was green, foul, and nauseating, but the disciple's expression remained unchanged, as if none of it concerned her.
She replicated all of the opponent's strength.
Hmm—I learned it after watching it once.
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The disciple lowered his head and glanced at his hands.
On those hands, purple lines were spreading wildly—
It was no longer suppressed as before, but spread actively, joyfully, as if it had gained some kind of satisfaction.
The lines crawled from her fingertips to the back of her hand, from the back of her hand to her wrist, and from her wrist to her forearm, creating a complex, circuit board-like pattern on her skin.
She looked up and glanced at the weapons in the hands of the two people still fighting—the Greatsword of Light of the Saber King and the lightsaber in the hand of the Cold Dew clone.
Then she made copies of the two swords.
As two beams of light, one gold and one white, coalesced, two longswords appeared in her hands.
One was golden, flowing with light patterns like ancient poetry; the other was white, radiating a chill that made the space tremble.
Gold represents the glory of the West, white represents the sharpness of the East.
She held the two swords in a "two-handed sword" grip, one facing forward and the other backward, one horizontal and the other vertical.
Uh.
That's so strange.
The disciple glanced at the weapons in his hands, then without saying a word, grabbed two greatswords and charged toward the Eye Demon.
Behind her, countless bizarre tentacles stretched out from the void—
Those tentacles weren't Cthulhu-style, wet, sucker-covered tentacles, but rather translucent, crystal-like tentacles woven from purple conceptual patterns.
They exploded from behind the disciples like a blooming flower of death, then bombarded the embodiment of the Cthulhu concept before them.
At the end of each tentacle lies a sphere of light, and each sphere contains the power to tear apart the multiverse.
They poured down on the Eye Demon like a torrential rain, blasting open one crater after another, emitting blue smoke, on its enormous octopus-like body.
The beholder's tentacles waved wildly, trying to drive away the two adversaries that were giving it so much trouble.
The Saber's lightsaber severed three of its tentacles, and the disciple's crystal tentacles blasted off five more.
It tried to retaliate, but each of its attacks was easily dodged by the two small warriors—they were too fast for its reaction time to keep up.
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"Wait—are you kidding me?!"
The voice of a cosmic deity hidden in the shadows echoed in the void, carrying an unbelievable shock.
"Where did he find these two multiverse-level helpers?!"
The gods' gazes fell on the two giant swords that were slaying the beholder, and their pupils contracted sharply.
The aura emanating from those two swords gave even these well-informed gods a sense of familiarity—a familiarity that sent chills down their spines.
"And that sword—why does it look so much like it—?"
"No need to guess anymore." Another god's voice came from another direction, carrying a sense of "I knew it" helplessness. "It should be that one. I didn't expect... that they would still have the token."
"Isn't anyone going to do anything about him?"
"Compared to that sword—"
A third god's voice broke in, carrying an even deeper sense of confusion: "What I'm more curious about is, what the hell is that android?"
Why did she, despite having an ordinary android body, suddenly unleash a power on a multiverse level?
He paused, his voice carrying a hint of gritted teeth.
"This doesn't make sense—there's no magic involved!"
Numerous cosmic deities stared in astonishment at this scene.
They scoured all the historical records in their minds and were quite certain that these two newly appeared women did not belong to any of the powerful figures they knew.
They seemed to appear out of thin air, with no origin, no past, and no traceable history.
But that's how they appeared.
Multiverse level.
If it weren't for the fact that the Emperor Armor in Hanlu's hands contained the power of the Ultimate Eraser, he might not even be as good as his two little sisters.
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But what can we do?
Annihilation and silence.
He didn't care. Even if the other party was incredibly powerful, it would still make him stronger too.
He is the embodiment of "nothingness," the opposite of all existence. As long as the universe exists, he will always be there, forever standing at the very top.
Death gritted its teeth.
Her fingers clenched into a fist, her nails digging into her palm.
A near-mad jealousy burned in her eyes—
She hadn't forgotten that she had been rejected by him before.
Even when one of her clones was trapped by the Eye Demon, she asked Deadpool to call someone over to help.
The results of it?
The other party didn't bother with Deadpool at all, resulting in his clone being crushed to death by one of the Eternals.
Thinking of this, the woman, who was already prone to jealousy, felt a deep hatred in her empty eyes.
She turned her head and stared intently at Yongheng.
But Yongheng simply couldn't be bothered to pay her any attention.
He didn't even glance at her.
His gaze pierced through layers of dimensional barriers, through countless burning galaxies, through the battle taking place in the cancerous universe, and landed on the man clad in imperial armor.
A sense of anxiety lingered in Yongheng's heart.
Because he felt—
Hanlu, standing before them, seemed completely unconcerned about the recruitment efforts of the Creator Gods or whether she needed to join any organization.
Because the other party, with his own strength alone, easily established a faction with himself as the leader.
Three multiverse levels.
It's important to know that there are only four conventional multi-levels within the World Tree system.
The creation pantheon appears to have only four multi-level and one super-cosmic level entities.
However, one of the levels is still very unstable, and people often go hungry.
The same applies to the demon factions; whether it's dimensional demons or so-called super demons, there are only a handful.
There are more Celestials, but most of their multi-dimensional counterparts hide in the shadows and are unwilling to show themselves easily.
The observers, needless to say, are completely uninvolved in any combat, their multi-dimensional nature entirely absent.
There are only a handful of named and categorized multiverse-level deities in the universe.
Now things have turned out quite well—
The multiverse level seems like something you could grab a handful of at random.
Yongheng's gaze darkened slightly.
On the distant battlefield, the wails of the Eye Demon grew increasingly mournful.
A third of its tentacles had been severed, and its enormous octopus-like body was covered with smoldering holes. Green, glowing blood gushed from the wounds, condensing into irregular beads in the void.
The Saber King's lightsaber struck down once again.
The disciple's crystal tentacles bombarded once more.
Hanlu's clone stood at the very back, hands behind her back, quietly watching everything.
A faint smile played on his lips—
That smile contained composure, certainty, and something that sent chills down the spines of onlookers.
That's not being proud.
It was a kind of cold, almost ruthless calm that felt like "everything was under control."