Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 290 The villains have fallen, it's time for the mastermind to emerge.

"Righteous Qi Universe Cannon!!!"

Lin Lie shouted at the top of his lungs.

The sound didn't seem like something a person could make—it was more like a torrent that exploded from the deepest part of the chest, surged from the very bottom of the soul, and finally found an outlet after being suppressed for far too long!

The veins on Lin Lie's neck bulged, the muscles on his face twisted from the effort, and tears welled up in his eyes, but they were evaporated by the energy around him the moment they flowed out.

He wanted to shout out all the anger, resentment, and pent-up emotions he and the sword beside him had accumulated during this time!

When that exhilarating roar exploded along with the dazzling light before his eyes, Lin Lie felt for the first time that he could experience such exhilaration.

The beam of light burst forth from the tip of his sword, so thick it seemed to pierce a hole in the sky.

It wasn't moving in a straight line—it was spinning, roaring, tearing everything in its path.

It ignited the air, plowed the ground, and even space itself rippled with visible waves under its impact.

The center of the beam of light was incandescent white, so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it!

The edges are emerald green, as if the color of the Fuxi Sword itself has been magnified a million times!

It hurtled straight toward the serpent's chest with an unstoppable, devastating force.

The giant snake, almost entirely suppressed by the cyclone and used as a target the whole time, could do nothing but barely lift its head and look at the flash of light that even it found difficult to look at directly.

His limbs were tightly bound by the blue currents of energy, his back was bent into an arc by the invisible pressure, his heavenly hammer had flown away to who knows where, and his magic was as fragile as paper in the face of this pure and extreme energy.

He could only watch helplessly as the beam of light drew ever closer and closer—

Then, it arrived.

"boom--!!!"

Under that earth-shattering blast, both Thors simultaneously shielded their eyes with their arms.

It's not out of fear, but because the excessive light pollution could really blind you.

The light pierced their eyelids, penetrated their flesh, and left a white mark on their retinas.

Sun Wukong narrowed his golden eyes, his monkey fur being blown backward by the shockwave.

The Shiba Inu Thor buried its head between its two front paws, curling its whole body into a little ball of fur.

Wan Zhongxia crossed his arms in front of him, and a golden energy barrier unfolded before him, but he was still pushed back two steps by the shockwave.

Thick smoke billowed into the air.

The smoke was black, gray, and green, mixed together, like an ugly mushroom cloud, slowly rising into the torn sky.

The smoke and dust contained gravel, ash, and some indescribable burnt smell.

Time passed second by second.

The thick smoke gradually dimmed and thinned, revealing a blurry outline behind the smoke and dust.

When the smoke finally cleared—

Only then did everyone notice the stubbornly standing individual in the middle of the river.

A large snake.

He is still alive.

But it's also possible—he won't live much longer.

He stood there, like a charred statue.

His body was no longer its original color; instead, it had a thick, cracked, charred black shell, like tree bark burned by a raging fire.

The hair, which had gradually returned to its black color, turned pale and aged white once more.

It wasn't that silvery, powerful white, but rather a decaying, withered white, like fallen leaves in late autumn.

He has a hole in his chest.

It wasn't the small hole Lin Lie pierced—it was a hole the size of a bowl, so big you could see from the front to the back, with smoke still rising from the edges.

Green divine blood seeped from the cave entrance, but there wasn't much left, like a spring that was about to dry up.

His face—that once arrogant and domineering face—was now covered in cracks.

The cracks spread from the corners of his eyes, mouth, and forehead, like a dried-up riverbed, like porcelain about to shatter.

His single eye was also half-closed, the eyeball cloudy, the pupil unfocused, like a candle flame that might be extinguished at any moment.

That decaying and withered appearance was undoubtedly the ultimate humiliation for a god.

"No—it shouldn't be like this—"

The serpent's voice was hoarse and weak, like a whisper that could be carried away by a gust of wind, "My power... my power!!"

He roared in frustration, but the roar was more of a lament than a furious roar.

He looked at his body, which was so weak that even standing upright was incredibly difficult, and felt the divine power within him that had been depleted to the point of being almost imperceptible—

Just blocking that attack had exhausted his last bit of strength.

He was truly exhausted.

The snake's fingers were trembling, its knees were buckling, and its breathing was becoming increasingly rapid and shallow.

The snake's fingers were trembling, its knees were buckling, and its breathing was becoming increasingly rapid and shallow.

He could feel his life force slowly draining away from the hole in his chest, like sand slipping through his fingers, impossible to grasp no matter how hard he tried.

But language is ultimately powerless.

He looked at the crowd that had begun to gather around him—

Especially those guys whose auras were still rapidly increasing, including the few he had casually swatted away earlier.

unfair!

That's not fair!

Why is it that this group of guys, whom he could easily manipulate, were just beaten to the ground by him!

But after only a short while, just by standing up and shouting a couple of times, he gained power that didn't match his abilities?

Does that mean villains really deserve to be defeated by these so-called heroes?

Must they necessarily win?

The giant serpent stared intently at every hero who approached.

A final flame of resentment burned in his single eye, flickering in the wind as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

But no one avoided his gaze.

They continued to look down at him with those condescending eyes, and continued to grip their weapons tightly, as if they were all waiting to deliver the final blow.

"Why? Why?"

The serpent's voice echoed across the empty battlefield, carrying a sense of desolation at the end of its rope.

"Because we are good! You are evil!"

Lin Lie roared as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

He knelt on the ground, his hands gripping the hilt of his sword, panting heavily.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips devoid of color, but his eyes—

There was not a trace of wavering in those eyes.

Even because of that previous attack, everyone seemed inclined to push him to the main position—

All eyes involuntarily fell on the young man.

"Good? Evil?" A twisted smile tugged at the corner of the giant serpent's mouth, a smile filled with mockery, sorrow, and above all, a deep-seated incomprehension. "When you humans consume so many chickens, ducks, cows, and sheep every day, have you ever said that you are good and they are evil?"

His voice suddenly rose a few decibels, as if he were making a final struggle.

"To me—you humans are nothing but food for me to devour! Just like you devour livestock!"

The giant snake roared and shook its hand, the movement weak and powerless, as if it were shooing away an annoying fly.

He was still reaffirming his legitimacy—the only thing that hadn't caught him off guard.

Among the humans he considered food, several Super Saiyans suddenly appeared.

But what puzzled him even more was—

Why are those Thors and that monkey on the side of humans?

They are the ones who are at level one, okay?

"This is different."

Sun Wukong's voice came from the crowd, calm and firm.

His body had not yet recovered; his wounds were covered with large amounts of dark red scabs, and he walked with a somewhat unsteady gait.

But he still stood up resolutely, his golden eyes staring straight at the giant serpent, his gaze devoid of anger or hatred, only a calm that comes with the passage of time.

"The vast majority of food consumed by humans comes from what they hunt or raise."

Furthermore, they have not developed any social behavior; they are unable to communicate.

Therefore, we treat them as food.

Sun Wukong paused for a moment, then took a step forward.

His cloak fluttered in the wind, and the golden monkey fur shimmered with a dim luster in the firelight.

"But—no matter how insignificant humanity's status may be in this vast starry sky, they are still a social organization that has awakened its own ideology!"

"You wantonly trample on the lives of intelligent beings—" His voice turned somber, like a hammer striking an anvil, "You have strayed from the right path from the very beginning."

The giant snake remained silent for a moment.

His single eye lingered on Sun Wukong for a long time, then swept over everyone around him—

Two Thors, a Shiba Inu, Lin Lie, Cyclone, Wan Zhongxia, Amadeus Zhao, Li Feng, and those faces whose names he didn't remember.

The same thing burns in everyone's eyes.

That thing is called belief.

"snort."

The giant snake finally spoke, its voice carrying a cold indifference of "what's the use of trying?"

He slowly and laboriously straightened his bent back and opened his arms as if to embrace something.

"Whatever. I only believe in the rule of the strong over the weak. As the strong before, I could do whatever I wanted with weaklings like humans."

"Now that you have become strong again, you certainly have the right to do anything to me, a weakling."

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth—

That smile contained relief, resentment, and an indescribable mockery.

"Come, take up your weapons and prove your bravery to the world."

The giant snake stretched out its arms, its chest completely exposed to everyone.

The wound, the size of a bowl, was still oozing green divine blood, and his posture seemed to be actively seeking death.

The Thor from the main universe raised Mjolnir, seemingly about to step forward.

No one stopped him.

After all, no matter what, this giant serpent was a unique threat to Asgard.

Even though they are still related by blood—it is clear that such a blood relationship is worse than none at all.

Therefore, it seems reasonable to have Thor as the final figure to wrap things up.

Everyone watched as the heir to Asgard walked step by step toward his uncle.

Thor's steps were slow, each one firm and deliberate. His hammer hummed softly in his hand, blue arcs of electricity leaping across its surface.

His face was expressionless—no anger, no sadness, no superfluous emotion.

Only a warrior possesses such absolute calmness when carrying out an execution.

He walked up to the giant snake and stopped.

The two people were less than three steps apart.

The giant snake raised its head and looked at its nephew with its murky, single eye.

His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

Thor raised his hammer.

Blue lightning gathered on the hammerhead, growing brighter and more dazzling, as if gathering the power for a final strike.

Everyone held their breath.

The hammer began to fall—

"Oh dear."

A lazy voice came from the edge of the battlefield, carrying a leisurely air that seemed out of place with the atmosphere.

"If the script ends here—isn't that a bit too hasty?"

Thor's hammer stopped in mid-air.

All eyes turned toward the direction from which the sound came.

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