American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

Becci could ignore this crazed, enormous monster, but Reed and the others were inevitably affected. Facing that beast, an immense fear arose within them, and this fear, in turn, amplified, impacting their mental will and brains, rendering them rigid. It was as if they had lost their ability to think, unable to muster even a shred of resistance.

Then, in the next moment, a tall, burly, humanoid monster that looked as if it were made of magma, burning fiercely, appeared with intense heat and the scent of sulfur, abruptly forming a barrier that shielded them from the emotional pollution emanating from the giant beast.

Reed and the others' chests heaved dramatically as they gulped down air, as if trying to prove they were still alive.

"What is that now?" Little Harry felt his worldview shattered multiple times in this short period. And this monster, thrown out by that little girl, looked like a magma giant; it didn't seem like a normal life form at all.

"Looks like some kind of elemental life form. I saw information about this classification of life in some file," Big Harry replied. At the moment, Wolverine was locked in a fierce battle with the mutated Doom, while the two giant monsters were colliding with each other, causing the earth to shake and mountains to crumble!

The two Harrys led the limp Reed and others, retreating to a safe location.

Becci curiously glanced at Harry and the others hiding behind her, but she didn't say much. Instead, she cheered for her own Ragnaros like a cheerleader!

"Go, Big R! If you win, I'll let him be your little brother. If you lose, I'll throw you into the abyss for a bath to strengthen you!"

The little girl's clear voice was surprisingly loud, and all the life forms present heard her words, including Ragnaros.

Hearing Becci's shout, Ragnaros was about to go insane. This master was even harder to serve than his previous one! The previous master was just a bit verbose, a bit more polluting, and a bit better at brainwashing, but at least he offered a way out.

This little master was really not giving him a way out!

Could he take a bath in a broken place like the abyss? If he took a bath, would he still be the fire elemental lord Ragnaros? Even if he could maintain a bit of consciousness, his body and power would probably be corroded and riddled with holes by the power of the abyss, mutated to the point that he wouldn't even recognize himself. Worse, if he deeply merged with the abyss, even if he could be fished out, he would probably only be able to salvage a part of himself, and how big that part would be depended entirely on luck.

Back then, he was also an unruly fire elemental. But who told the power of the abyss to be too terrifying? The previous master's power was evil and dark enough, but compared to the viciousness of the abyss, the difference was still very big.

Ragnaros swung the hammer in his hand with even more effort.

Pollution?

Why did you think he didn't dare to resist now?

Whose power did you think was flowing in his body now? The power of the ancient gods?

The power of this monster was not as powerful as the previous master. However, he had also seen his previous master in a certain collection room. The other party almost cleanly lifted all restraints and control over him.

Then Ragnaros happily received an abyss contract that could make even the most chaotic creatures feel a little fear and a little bit of reason.

After witnessing the power of the ancient gods and the abyss, this little bit of negative psionic pollution was nothing! After all, with a part of Becci's power, his resistance to various energies was very high.

The hammer, carrying immense force, heavily landed on the monster's single eye, and the eye immediately exploded into a puddle of black sewage under the destruction of the hammer. A sharp sound, carrying strong pollution, spread in all directions.

Reed and the others, who had just recovered a little bit of vitality, felt their brains jolt again, and they shared the excruciating pain as if they were experiencing it themselves. For the first time, Reed felt that this kind of battle was not something humans should be facing at the moment. It was all targeted at the mind and soul, and the body would also mutate under the pollution and radiation of energy. This kind of battle, where the whole body was covered with negative states before it even started, was simply despairing.

"Wow, you guys are really fragile."

A shadow suddenly transformed from the ground into a hemisphere, protecting Reed and the others inside. This layer of shadow directly isolated all external pollution, radiation, and erosion.

Reed and the others could still see the outside through a transparent black curtain, and they could also hear the sharp screams and the loud noises caused by the two behemoths fighting, like an earthquake.

But this thin black curtain filtered out all the negative energy, reducing the danger to a level that Reed and the others could accept.

"Who's talking?" Johnny, feeling exhausted, looked around and finally focused his gaze on the black curtain.

"That's right, it's me!" As if noticing Johnny and the others' gazes, the voice rang out in everyone's minds again. "I'm helping you filter and withstand the psionic pollution and danger from the outside. As long as you stay obediently in my body and don't move around, you can safely get through this disaster.

Of course, if anyone wants to go out and help, I don't mind sending them out. Anyway, my job is to protect this area. But I don't provide babysitting services."

"But what you're best at is babysitting services," a slow voice chimed in, sounding like a steady middle-aged man.

"Shut up! You stupid dog! I haven't been a babysitter for many years!" The voice in his head suddenly seemed to be poked at something and became exasperated.

"That's because you taught Becci a lot of nonsense!" The steady voice accused, "You taught her to swear, which resulted in little Becci getting her butt spanked by Miss Ina for ten minutes! You also taught her a lot of pranks, causing the originally cute little Becci to have a somewhat nasty personality at times. Most importantly, you warped her aesthetic! Look at what kind of pets little Becci has collected? Is there one that is normal and fits human aesthetics? If it weren't for your seniority, you should have been thrown into the furnace to be reshaped."

"I admit to the other things, but can you blame me for the aesthetic thing? I just scared her in a dark room when she was fooling around, but I never said that my ghostly appearance was in line with human aesthetics! She likes it herself!"

Reed and the others listened to the voices in their heads arguing back and forth, and they only felt a splitting headache. The shadow did isolate the external pollution and energy erosion, but its machine gun-like nagging made Reed and the others dizzy, almost throwing up.

When they were arguing, they didn't restrain their energy.

"Go, Big R!"

Becci didn't care about Rood and Venom's argument, she was just enthusiastically cheering for her own Big R.

"It shouldn't be like this!"

On another battlefield, Wolverine Logan's claws and the mutated Doom's scythe-like forelimbs clashed head-on once again. The mutated Doom, in a state of fanaticism, couldn't accept the current situation. His grand plan hadn't fully unfolded, the psionic pollution army hadn't taken shape, and the plan had suffered major setbacks.

"The Time Variance Authority should have been mine! I should have become its master!"

The mutated Doom frantically attacked Wolverine, but although his mental will still existed, little of his reason remained. He was now dominated by impulse and anger, only thinking about reclaiming everything he had planned and getting it back on track!

Kill this enemy in front of him, destroy this world, and turn it into a polluted dead zone. When needed, connect this world to the Time Variance Authority's portal and let the polluted life of this world become sacrifices to subvert the Time Variance Authority.

"That's a great dream, and I actually support you," Wolverine agreed with Doom's great ideal, and then took the opportunity to stab a claw into the mutated Doom's chest, the golden claw filled with holy light stirring inside. He was shrouded in a layer of golden energy, the holy light energy that the mutated Doom hated the most.

"You deserve to die!" Doom once again unleashed a powerful dark psionic shockwave, and black energy like a tide washed over everything around him.

Wolverine Logan crossed his arms in front of him, and a golden shield blocked him, like a reef floating from time to time under the sea, letting the black energy wash over him, standing still.

Of course, Logan was actually pushed back a little by the impact.

"I can't actually die." Waiting for the dark tide to pass, Wolverine put down his crossed hands, his tone with a frustrating helplessness, "Believe me, if I could die, I would have died long ago, it wouldn't be your turn to kill me.

When I fight people, I usually exchange injuries barbarically. If you stab me, I have to claw your vital point as well. I hate those mages and polluters. I don't want to recall the battles with them, it makes me a little sick.

But you, I like you a lot. You actually play melee with me."

The mutated Doom was stimulated by Wolverine's words, and his anger rose even higher. He vaguely heard something wrong from Wolverine's words, and he also realized that his state was wrong, but now he was already out of control. His brain could still think, and he still thought he had reason, but this kind of thinking, like a mental patient immersed in his own world, was likely to run wildly all the way on the wrong path.

Without stopping in the middle, and without doubting that he was on the wrong path.

In fact, if he was really awake, not severely polluted and dominated by some strong emotion, he should realize now that he shouldn't be playing melee with Wolverine head-on. Instead, he should use his strengths to win this war!

At least, at least, he should realize that compared to Wolverine, he is not a warrior, but a mage!

The psionic energy absorbed by those soldiers before they died carried too much negative energy. Even if most of these energies were distributed, what remained was still enough to deeply affect his way of thinking and reason. In fact, if his mental will was not strong enough, this wave of unrestrained and crazy harvesting would have been enough to make him directly enter a violent state. Like wearing an anger ring and being dominated to become its slave, he wouldn't even have the thinking of a beast.

So now the mutated Doom pounced again frantically.

Although reason did not exist, what the brain exchanged for was an extraordinarily perverted self-healing power and a powerful body. If the opponent was not Wolverine, but anyone in this world, pollution alone would be enough to make the other party drink a pot, and Doom would not need to mutate to the current state to win the victory he deserved.

He killed Wolverine at least three times, or at least injured the other party's vital points three times! Once was the head, once was the heart, and once was the throat. Each of these three times, the mutated Doom broke through Wolverine's defense and injured the other party's body.

The times with the head and heart almost shattered these two vital points into powder. But the other party's perverted vitality, plus the healing power of the holy light, combined to make the mutated Doom even more crazy and furious.

The battle between the two behemoths was earth-shattering and magnificent, while the battle between the two of them was a matter of life and death, resurrecting and fighting again. The highlight was immortality and tenacity.

The mutated Doom didn't know if Wolverine was immortal, but when he was conscious, he knew very well that he was not immortal. His powerful self-healing power and vitality required the support of a huge amount of psionic energy.

However, the energy source that he had worked so hard to accumulate—[the Gate]—could no longer provide him with sufficient energy. When the spoiler came out of the door, he also put a lock on the door.

In the past, the energy that the door could supply instantly was the water outlet with the gate fully opened, but now the energy that the door could provide instantly was only a closed faucet, with a drop of water dripping after a long wait.

If it weren't for this, Doom wouldn't have to quench his thirst with poison, turning the spirits and souls of those soldiers into psionic energy and extracting them. The energy in that state, untreated, was like a severely polluted water source containing a large amount of toxins. His current body couldn't purify or filter it at all, and it couldn't resist it. These energies rushed in all at once, only making him mutate deeper and fall deeper.

Before Wolverine stabbed that claw and pushed him to the brink, he still had hope of returning to human form, but now, his mental consciousness had been distorted to the point that he began to think that the current posture was not bad, and if it couldn't be reversed, there was no need to reverse it. As long as all humans are turned into mutants like him, then everyone will still be the same.

"Your recovery is slowing down!" Wolverine used his claws to cut off a tentacle swept over by Doom, looking at the sprayed black liquid and the new buds that did not immediately grow out of the wound, and said with full of vigor. It was as if the person whose throat was cut off and whose spine was crushed before was not him.

In Wolverine's opinion, this battle has entered the countdown.

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