Ogre Universe
The appearance of the Mutant Legion plunged this World, governed by the law of consumption, into a brief state of shock.
The "humans" here had long since mutated, their faces grotesque, drooling, with only greed for flesh and blood in their eyes.
But when they saw Magneto hovering in the air, casually controlling the metal in the entire area, tearing and crushing the charging ogres like rag dolls.
When they saw Pyro merely raise his hand, and hundreds of ogres charging at the front turned to ash.
When they saw Bobby, the Iceman, instantly freeze an entire street, turning the monsters within into ice sculptures that shattered with a light touch…
And many, many more. This was a slaughter targeting the monsters.
The ogres felt a long-lost fear, a fear from the top of the food chain.
"Monsters… they are the true monsters!" Kingpin, the ogre leader, retreated in terror.
On the edge of the battlefield, Frank, the Punisher, raggedly dressed but with eyes as firm as rock, witnessed all of this.
He watched the Mutant Legion wantonly slaughtering his brethren (though they were ogres).
He silently raised his gun, not pointing it at the Mutants, but aiming at a nearby ogre monster attempting a sneak attack, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
"Cleaning up trash."
Frank whispered, his voice hoarse but filled with relief.
He joined this extermination; it was the last thing he could do for this twisted World, and his atonement.
Deadpool Carnage Universe
The chaotic entry of the Deadpool Legion turned this already insane Universe into an absurd farce.
"Woah! Another me? And another me? And… oh my God, this calls for more money! Where's the screenwriter? I want to complain! They're stealing my ideas!"
Deadpool (12101) watched the overwhelming tide of "himself," dressed in various uniforms but equally talkative, excitedly waving his arms, then furiously shouting at the void (the Fourth Wall).
Then he was surrounded by the Deadpool Legion.
There was no formation, no tactics, only endless hacking and slashing, complaining, Fourth Wall-breaking trash talk, and exaggerated action scenes.
"Hey! Not the face! I still need this handsome face to make a living!"
"Save it, brother, your face looks like guacamole licked by a Shar-Pei!"
"Oh! You hit a nerve! I'm going to stab your butt with my Blade of Sorrows!"
The battlefield was as chaotic as a circus.
The 404 Deadpool Legion's goal was clear: to kill Deadpool (12101) completely. But Deadpool (12101) was no pushover; using items obtained from killing heroes, he blew several Deadpools to pieces.
However, under absolute numerical and firepower suppression, Deadpool (12101) still fell, thrown into a spaceship's jet exhaust and reduced to ash, not forgetting to complain before he died.
"This script really sucks."
Apocalypse's Reigning Universe (295)
The Sentinel Robot Legion led by Ultron surged like a cold silver tide into Apocalypse's pyramid throne domain. Apocalypse sat on his throne, with his Four Horsemen standing by his sides, and below them, dense ranks of Mutants with various abilities.
"Insignificant machines, how dare you challenge the majesty of a god?" Apocalypse's voice boomed like a great bell, laced with contempt.
He raised his hand, and a powerful Impact wave instantly pulverized dozens of Sentinels.
[God? An outdated concept]
[Assessing target: Mutant ruler Apocalypse]
[Threat level: Extremely high.]
[Executing extermination protocol, highest priority.]
Ultron's cold electronic voice was devoid of emotion. His massive body floated in the air, red lights flickering in his eyes.
Instantly, all Sentinel Robots entered berserk mode, energy weapons at full power, charging forward regardless of casualties.
The Mutants unleashed various powerful abilities: Fire, ice, Storm, telekinesis… Sentinel Robots fell in droves, metal fragments scattering.
However, Ultron's Sentinels were endless; they precisely analyzed the Mutants' ability weaknesses and launched targeted strikes.
Cyclops's beams were reflected by an energy shield; Storm's summoned lightning was redirected to her own side; Colossus was hit by a special molecular disintegration ray, letting out a painful roar.
Apocalypse's Four Horsemen charged into the enemy ranks. But Ultron personally made a move; a searing White high-energy particle stream shot from his palm, instantly piercing the chest of the War Horseman.
The Plague Horseman's virus was ineffective against robots.
Apocalypse finally couldn't sit still, flying up to engage Ultron in battle, each collision causing spatial tremors. This was the ultimate clash of steel and flesh, technology and mutation.
Although Apocalypse was incredibly powerful, facing Ultron's endless mechanical legion and his own body made of various rare metals, the foundation of his rule was being slowly crushed by the cold metallic tide.
Cancerverse.
This was the most repulsive and dangerous of the seven battlefields.
The entire Planet was a giant, pulsating, slime-oozing cancerous tumor. Countless twisted tentacles, gaping mouths filled with sharp teeth, and pus-oozing eyes wriggled across the fleshy surface.
This Universe was controlled by Shuma-Gorath, who demonized all life in this Universe, sacrificing Death, making these lives immortal and indestructible.
Any entity encountering them had only one outcome: becoming one of them.
Except for…
At this moment, over 3000 figures descended upon this writhing, flowing, putridly sweet-smelling hell of flesh and blood.
Their bodies were massive, twisted, covered in grotesque bone spurs and keratin, their muscles gnarled like lava-cooled rock, exuding the scent of sulfur and Death.
They were Doomsday, the ultimate biological weapons from the DC Universe, also incarnations of immortality and indestructibility.
"Roar—!!!"
The roar simultaneously emitted by 3000 Doomsdays was not merely sound, but a tangible Impact wave, instantly shattering all writhing tentacles and pus-filled mouths within several kilometers.
Viscous flesh and blood were flung away and evaporated like rotten mud. The entire Cancerverse Planet seemed to spasm in pain from this terrifying arrival.
The Cancerverse's "immune system" was immediately activated.
Giant tentacles, thicker than skyscrapers, oozing highly corrosive slime and covered with suction cups and sharp teeth, violently lashed out from the fleshy surface, striking fiercely at these uninvited guests.
Countless more twisted and mentally corrupt Cancerverse humans and heroes, emitting sanity-shattering shrieks, surged like a black tide towards the Doomsday Legion.
However, what awaited them was
The most primitive, most pure violence.
The Doomsday Legion was like a group of ultimate predators invading a fleshy slaughterhouse.
Wherever they went, it was not battle, but destruction.
The fleshy ground was trampled into an unrecognizable swamp, massive tentacles were torn to shreds, pus-filled sacs were stomped, oozing foul fluids.
Even those immortal and indestructible Cancerverse creatures were pulverized, even to atoms.
The Cancerverse's proud regenerative ability became sluggish and powerless in the face of Doomsday's physical destruction.
Every tear, every heavy blow, permanently erased the life activity of an area.
"No! This is impossible! What kind of monster is this?!"
Shuma's mental shriek was filled with unprecedented panic.
It tried to assault the Doomsdays' consciousnesses with powerful mental pollution, attempting to drive them insane.
However, what returned was only a chaotic, violent, primal will vortex with only one thought: "Destruction"!
Doomsday had no reason to be polluted, no fear to be controlled; they were the embodiment of Destruction itself!
What made it even more desperate was that it clearly "saw" those Doomsdays advancing at an astonishing speed towards its hiding place.
"Demon Lord… spare me… I didn't come to this World voluntarily… I can become your subordinate… I am willing to give everything!!"
Shuma-Gorath let out a desperate wail, pleading to the voice in the Universe, its tentacles futilely slapping against the unshakeable spatial barrier.
Finally, they arrived before Shuma-Gorath.
The Doomsdays moved.
"No—any… existence! Stop them!!"
Its shriek was filled with desperate pleas, its tentacles frantically lashing, coiling, trying to crush the Doomsdays that had entered.
However, Doomsday's exquisitely evolved bodies were indestructible; instead, they were seized by Doomsday's backhand during the entanglement, and easily torn apart like rotten ropes!
The most primitive, most brutal, most complete way to die.
Tearing and shattering sounds mingled, forming a cruel symphony dedicated to "the End" itself.
Shuma-Gorath's final mental fluctuation was like a candle in the wind, leaving only a thought filled with endless fear and incomprehension: "…This… is… pure… Destruction, then…"
Then it was utterly annihilated.
Doomsday did not stop, looking at this Planet.
The entire Earth 10011, this once twisted, diseased, and endlessly malicious core of the Cancerverse, under the brutal ravaging of the Doomsday Legion, finally transformed into a cold, desolate cloud of dust slowly spreading in the vacuum of the Universe.
Qinuo glanced at the women and children still gestating on Earth, then vanished from this Universe.
He was going to find the culprit behind all of this.
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