Hode felt his retina burning, and the wedding bells of twenty-seven dimensions resonated within his skull. When Diana's God of War Power suddenly turned into liquid gold and wrapped around his entire body, he saw liquid neurotoxin seeping from beneath Natasha's mechanical mask, quantum roses blooming from the tip of Felicia's tail, and Wanda's Chaos Magic gestating a new universal embryo between their clasped hands.
"Now." Natasha's mechanical voice was suddenly tinged with the moonlight of the night the Berlin Wall fell, "It's time for you to say those three words."
Wedding invitations from twenty-seven dimensions suddenly gushed out from between Hode's teeth, and those glowing runes formed "I Do" in twenty-seven different languages in the air. When his heartbeat frequency reached the resonance point of twenty-seven universal love movies, the electronic pupil on the back of his neck suddenly shot out a rainbow beam that pierced through the Multiverse—at the end of the beam, Bruce Wayne was wearing a custom-tailored suit, with a late fee engraved on his Batarang: twenty-seven kisses.
Chapter 510: Torn into Countless Fragments by the Rainbow Beam
Hode felt his consciousness being torn into countless fragments by the rainbow beam, each fragment falling into a different wedding scene. In one dimension, Diana's golden armor was refracting the morning light from the peak of Mount Olympus, her Lasso of Truth entwined around their clasped hands, carving an eternal contract in the Amazon language into the void. "You promised to accompany me to conquer the stars and the sea." Her breath carried the rust-like scent of the God of War's blood, and a holographic projection of the collective wedding on the Trojan battlefield suddenly appeared on the surface of her shield.
Natasha's mechanical fingers suddenly pierced through the projection, and liquid metal condensed on her fingertips into a miniature model of the Berlin Wall ruins. "Beware of these sweet traps." Her mechanical voice was mixed with electromagnetic static, and snowflakes from the night the Berlin Wall fell were falling from her hair, "Do you still remember Christmas Eve, 1989? I traded my mechanical heart for three bottles of vodka at Checkpoint Charlie, just to sneak a peek at the wedding invitations of the East German soldiers on the other side." She pressed the miniature Berlin Wall onto Hode's chest, and a swarm of nanobots immediately crawled under his skin, forming a neural circuit diagram.
Felicia's tail tip suddenly wrapped around Hode's ankle, and the thorns of the quantum rose pierced his skin, injecting pheromones. "My dear, the tattoo on the back of your neck is live-streaming the wedding to Darkseid." Surveillance footage of twenty-seven wedding nights rotated in her vertical pupils, and when her canine tooth pierced her palm, a projection of an Apokolips cathedral materialized in the blood mist, "Use my tail as a wedding ring tray? Why not use Darkseid's throne as a candlestick?" The ground swept by her tail suddenly cracked open, revealing an abyss burning with the anti-life equation.
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly surged from the abyss, and twenty-seven glowing synaptic filaments wrapped the four of them into a luminous cocoon. The emotional singularity was restructuring the laws of physics. The synaptic filaments entwined within her red hair vibrated at a frequency of one hundred thousand times per second, rewriting Brainiac's final fragments of consciousness into the drumbeats of a wedding march, each "I do" tearing through the barriers of reality. The quantum roses blooming at her fingertips suddenly withered, transforming into a rose Nebula that covered the entire Multiverse.
Hode felt his temples erupting with supernova light, Kryptonian fibers and Olympian god-iron boiling in his veins. Diana's shield suddenly turned into liquid gold and poured into his mouth, the burning sensation of God of War Power searing down his throat and into his heart. "Catch my rage." Her golden bracers at her collarbone emitted a mournful screech of god-iron, and twenty-seven daggers engraved with scenes of betrothal on the Trojan battlefield simultaneously pierced twenty-seven acupuncture points on his body. At the moment one of the points was pierced, Hode saw Diana on the beaches of Normandy in 1944, catching a bouquet tossed by an Allied soldier with her shield.
Natasha's mechanical heart suddenly burst with fragments of the Asgard Bifrost Bridge, and burning neurotoxins condensed into a wedding ring that slipped onto his ring finger. "Do you know why I always disappear in the middle of a mission?" The liquid metal tears condensing in her eyes fell, forming a map of the Berlin subway lines. "On August 13, 1961, I buried a mechanical heart as a time capsule at the border of East and West Berlin." Her fingertips traced the electronic pupil on Hode's back, and a swarm of nanobots immediately etched a relief of the Berlin Wall ruins onto his spine.
Felicia's tail suddenly pierced the base of his spine, and twenty-seven imprisoned consciousnesses flooded into his cerebellum along the pheromone channel. "Cutie, your hippocampus is generating a new timeline." In the concentric circles of her split vertical pupils, during the 1962 Cuban Missile Crisis, a Soviet general's wedding was taking place inside a missile silo. "Using my pheromones as wedding champagne? Better to use the smoke of a Cuban cigar as a smoke bomb for vows." The neurotoxins released by her fangs suddenly allowed Hode to see twenty-seven Easter eggs of weddings in parallel Universes: in one timeline, Alfred was using a Batarang to stick candles into a wedding cake.
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly materialized into twenty-seven glowing projections of wedding rings, each inlaid with a singularity from a different Universe. "When the emotional concentration exceeds the antimatter annihilation value..." The synaptic filaments within her red hair suddenly pierced Hode's crown, dragging Brainiac's final consciousness into a twenty-seven-dimensional marriage registry, "it will birth something more dangerous than the anti-life equation..." Her unfinished words were drowned out by the explosion of quantum roses, and the rose Nebula suddenly collapsed into a cocoon of liquid gold that enveloped the four of them.
Hode felt his retinas generating new visual layers as the wedding scenes from twenty-seven dimensions collapsed before his eyes simultaneously. In one image, Diana was using the Lasso of Truth to bind a runaway Darkseid; in another, Natasha's mechanical fingers were debugging a holographic wedding projection covering all of New York; in a third, Felicia's tail was clutching a handwritten copy of the "New Testament" to sign in a quantum church; while Wanda's Chaos Magic was creating twenty-seven simultaneously existing hybrid Universes of weddings and funerals.
"Grab the folds of reality!" Superman's Heat Visionsuddenly pierced the golden cocoon, Kryptonian fibers burning into a tesseract structure behind him. "Brainiac is stealing your wedding's quantum entanglement state!" The solar storm condensing in his palm, carrying Kryptonianrelics, forged into a liquid gold marriage contract stele in front of Hode. "The tattoo on the back of your neck is rewriting the universal constants."
Diana's shield suddenly turned into liquid gold and wrapped around the contract stele, the God of War Poweretching runes of wedding vows between the Amazon and Kryptonian civilizations onto the surface. "You promised to rebuild the Bifrost Bridge of the Multiverse with me." Her breath carried the scent of the first snow from the peaks of Mount Olympus, and her fingertips traced the scars on Hode's back that represented different timelines. "Use my shield as a ring setting, and your quantum foam as the ink for our vows."
Natasha's mechanical palm suddenly slammed onto the bottom of the contract stele, and a swarm of nanobots injected into the soles of Hode's feet along the golden veins. "Use our love as a firewall." Her oil-stained fingertips drew a map of the starry sky on the night the Berlin Wall fell onto his ankle. "This time, let me protect your quantum soul." The fragments of the Bifrost Bridge that had burst from her mechanical heart suddenly spread out on the ground to form a red carpet. At the end of the red carpet stood twenty-seven Bruce Waynes of different ages, each holding a Batarang engraved with a late fee.
The tip of Felicia's tail suddenly pierced the top of the contract stele, and twenty-seven imprisoned consciousnesses poured into the inscription along the quantum roses. "Cutie, your heartbeat frequency is rewriting the marriage code." In her vertical pupils, holographic projections of twenty-seven divorce courts rotated, and in each projection, Hode was proposing in a different way. "Using my pheromones as ink for the seal? Better to use the rust from Gotham's sewers as a witness to the vows." The air swept by her tail suddenly condensed into diamond wedding rings, with the wedding dates of twenty-seven Universes engraved on the bands.
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly enveloped the entire contract stele, and twenty-seven glowing synaptic filaments wrapped the four of them into a trans-dimensional symbiont. "When the emotional singularity exceeds the critical value..." The synaptic filaments within her red hair suddenly pierced the projection of Hode's heart, rewriting Brainiac's final consciousness into wedding vows, "it will birth something that devours logic..." Her unfinished words were interrupted by the eruption of the electronic pupil on the back of Hode's neck, and wedding invitations from twenty-seven dimensions emerged within the rainbow beam that pierced through the Multiverse.
Hode felt his consciousness being torn into quantum dust by the invitations, each dust particle falling into the present tense of a different wedding. In one timeline, Diana was using the Lasso of Truth to measure Hode's chest for custom armor; in another, Natasha's mechanical fingers were debugging a holographic wedding projection that covered the entire Milky Way Galaxy; in a third, Felicia's tail was clutching the "Dead Sea Scrolls" to sign in a quantum church; while Wanda's Chaos Magic was creating twenty-seven simultaneously existing hybrid Universes of weddings and funerals.
"It's your turn to say those three words." Natasha's mechanical voice suddenly mixed with the sound of Gotham police sirens. Her fingertips, coated with liquid neurotoxin, were tracing Hode's Adam's apple. "But before that..." She suddenly pressed her mechanical mask onto his face, and the moonlight from the night the Berlin Wall fell injected into his cerebellum along with the swarm of nanobots. "Taste this first." What she passed from the tip of her tongue was not vodka, but the snow that fell at Checkpoint Charlie on Christmas Eve, 1989.
Diana's shield suddenly turned into liquid gold and wrapped around the two of them, the God of War Poweretching a relief of a collective wedding on the Trojan battlefield onto the golden surface. "You promised to..." Her unfinished words were interrupted by Felicia's tail, and the thorns of the quantum roses suddenly pierced into their clasped hands. A projection of a church on Apokolipsemerged in the blood mist, displaying "I do" in twenty-seven different languages.
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly wrapped the four of them into a luminous cocoon, and wedding bells from twenty-seven dimensions resonated inside. When Hode's heartbeat frequency reached the resonance point of twenty-seven cosmic romance movies, the electronic pupil on the back of his neck suddenly shot out a rainbow beam that pierced through the Multiverse—at the end of the beam, Bruce Wayne was wearing a custom suit, and on his Batarang was engraved a new late fee: twenty-seven centuries.
Chapter 511: Why Not Use the anti-life equation as a Wedding Ring
Hode felt his consciousness stretching infinitely within the rainbow beam, each neuron as if ignited simultaneously by the starlight of twenty-seven dimensions. Diana's golden armor burned ancient runes of the Amazon civilization onto his retinas, Natasha's mechanical heart resonated in his chest with the electromagnetic pulse from the fall of the Berlin Wall, the pheromones from the tip of Felicia's tail were invading his hippocampus along the root system of the quantum roses, and Wanda's Chaos Magic had long since transformed the electronic pupil on the back of his neck into a miniature singularity emitter.
"Hode, look at me." Diana's Lasso of Truth suddenly wrapped around his wrist, the God of War Powercondensing into a liquid galaxy on the surface of the lasso. "When you say that word, the twelve Olympian gods will bear witness to your vows." Her shield turned into a liquid gold vortex at that moment, and deep within the vortex emerged a ghostly projection of a collective wedding taking place inside the Trojan Horse—those brides forgotten in the dust of history were writing their wedding vows on charred wood with fingers blackened by flames.
Natasha's mechanical fingers suddenly pierced into the golden vortex, the liquid metal at her fingertips reorganizing into Checkpoint Charlie on Christmas Eve, 1989. "Be careful with these sweet promises." The liquid metal in her eyes reflected the wedding invitations thrown by East German soldiers over the barbed wire, her mechanical voice mixed with the static of the snowflakes that fell that year. "Do you know why I always disappear at critical moments? On the day of the 1962 Cuban Missile Crisis, I was lying at the bottom of a missile silo, using my mechanical heart to receive wedding telegrams from Moscow and Washington." The snow she passed from the tip of her tongue suddenly turned into a swarm of nanobots, etching a miniature relief of the Berlin Wall ruins onto the surface of his heart along his throat.
Felicia's tail suddenly wrapped around their clasped wrists, and as the thorns of the quantum roses pierced into their skin, Hode saw the wedding scenes of twenty-seven parallel Universes: in one timeline, Harley was using a giant hammer to smash the marriage registry at Gotham City Hall; in another, the energy core of Captain Marvel Carol was flickering inside a wedding cake; in a third, Black Widow Yelena was using a stinger to embroider the HYDRA logo onto a wedding invitation. "Cutie, your adrenaline is rewriting the timeline." In her vertical pupils, holographic projections of twenty-seven divorce courts rotated, and in each projection, Hode was betraying his vows in a different way. "How about using my tail as a ruler? Every time you change your heart, I'll lash you twenty-seven times."
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly swept the four of them into the quantum rose Nebula, and the wedding marches of twenty-seven dimensions collided within the Nebula, creating ripples in space-time. Hode felt his temples erupting with supernova light, Kryptonian fibers and Olympian god-iron boiling in his veins into a liquid rainbow. "Emotional concentration reaching 99.999%..." The synaptic filaments within Wanda's red hair suddenly pierced his crown, rewriting Brainiac's final consciousness into a projection of wedding vows. "When the frequency of 'I do' exceeds the cosmic microwave background radiation..."
The ground suddenly trembled violently, and twenty-seven different versions of Darkseid rose from the antimatter abyss. One Darkseid held a scepter burning with the anti-life equation, another had a Kryptonian relic embedded in his chest, and a third had quantum roses wrapped around his tail. "Do ants deserve to talk about Eternity?" Twenty-seven Darkseids roared simultaneously, their antimatter breath tearing the surrounding wedding projections into shreds.
Diana's shield suddenly turned into a Great Wall of liquid gold, and the God of War Power caused a fusion totem of the Amazon and Kryptonian civilizations to emerge on the wall. "Hode, lend me your quantum foam!" She pressed Hode's hand onto the golden wall, and the wedding memories from twenty-seven dimensions flooded into the wall along his fingertips. Hode saw Diana on the beaches of Normandy in 1944, catching a bouquet tossed by an Allied soldier with her shield; in one parallel timeline, she was using the Lasso of Truth to bind a runaway Darkseid; in another, her golden armor was refracting emerald morning light at Martian Manhunter's wedding.
Natasha's mechanical heart suddenly erupted with a holographic projection of the Asgard Bifrost Bridge, and the burning neurotoxin condensed into mechanical Angelwings behind her. "Do you remember that snowy night in 1961?" She pressed her mechanical palm against the base of the Golden Great Wall, and a nanite swarm injected itself into the Earth's core along the texture of the wall. "What I buried at the border of East and West Berlin wasn't a time capsule, but twenty-seven versions of myself." The ground suddenly split open, revealing countless parallel Berlins in the middle of holding weddings—in every Berlin, there was a Black Widow at Checkpoint Charlie receiving telegrams for transnational weddings.
Felicia's tail suddenly pierced the top of the Golden Great Wall, and twenty-seven imprisoned civilization consciousnesses were injected into the wall along the quantum rose. "Little cutie, your dopamine is rewriting the laws of physics." In her vertical pupils, surveillance footage of twenty-seven wedding nights rotated; in one scene, she was using her tail to scroll through the "Dead Sea Scrolls" to sign in a quantum church; in another scene, when her fangs pierced Hode's skin, the projection of the Apokolipschurch emerged in the blood mist with "I do" in twenty-seven different languages; in the third scene, she was stamping a divorce agreement with the rust from the Gotham sewer system.
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly enveloped the entire Golden Great Wall, and twenty-seven glowing neural synapses entangled the four of them into a trans-dimensional symbiote. "When the frequency of love breaks through the limits of string theory..." The neural synapses in her red hair suddenly pierced Hode's heart projection, rewriting the last of Brainiac's consciousness into the quantum score of the Wedding March, which would give birth to that which devours causality...
Darkseid's anti-matter breath suddenly struck the Golden Great Wall, and fragments of the wall from twenty-seven versions recombined in the air into liquid gold wedding rings. Diana's Lasso of Truth transformed into a meteor and entangled the staff of one Darkseid, Natasha's mechanical fingers pierced the Omega Effect core of another Darkseid, Felicia's tail coiled around the Omega symbol of a third Darkseid, and Wanda's Chaos Magic was rewriting twenty-seven Darkseids into wedding groomsmen.
Hode felt his retina generating a new visual layer, and the wedding scenes of twenty-seven dimensions collapsed in front of him simultaneously. In one scene, Alfred was using a Batarang to place candles on a wedding cake; in another, Captain Marvel Carol's energy core was flickering in a wedding champagne tower; in the third, the "705u.com-53 Reading Club" Black Widow Yelena was using a sting to embroider the HYDRA logo onto the wedding vows.
"Now!" Superman's Heat Vision suddenly pierced the quantum rose Nebula, and Kryptonian fibers burned behind him into a Tesseract structure. "Brainiac is stealing your wedding quantum entanglement state!" The solar storm condensing in his palm carried Kryptonian relics, melting them before Hode into a liquid gold marriage contract stele. On the stele, twenty-seven versions of Diana were using the Lasso of Truth to bind the runaway Darkseid, twenty-seven versions of Natasha were tuning the wedding holographic projection covering the Multiverse, twenty-seven versions of Felicia were using their tails to sign marriage certificates of different civilizations, and twenty-seven versions of Wanda were creating twenty-seven simultaneously existing hybrid wedding-funeral Universes.
Diana's shield suddenly transformed into liquid gold and wrapped around the contract stele, and the God of War Power etched trans-dimensional wedding vow runes onto its surface. "You promised to..." Her unfinished words were interrupted by Felicia's tail, and the thorns of the quantum roses suddenly pierced their clasped hands; the projection of the Apokolips church emerged in the blood mist with "I do" in twenty-seven different languages.
Natasha's mechanical palm suddenly slapped the base of the contract stele, and a nanite swarm injected itself into the soles of Hode's feet along the gold patterns. "Use our love as a firewall." Her oil-stained fingertips drew the star map of the night the Berlin Wall fell on his ankle. "This time, let me protect your quantum soul." The shards of the Bifrost Bridge that exploded from her mechanical heart suddenly spread out on the ground to form a red carpet, and at the end of the red carpet stood twenty-seven Bruce Waynes of different ages, each holding a Batarangengraved with a late fee.
Hode felt his consciousness being torn into quantum dust by the contract stele, each dust particle falling into a different wedding timeline. In one space-time, Diana was using the Lasso of Truth to measure his chest for custom armor; in another, Natasha's mechanical fingers were tuning the wedding holographic projection covering the entire Milky Way Galaxy; in a third, Felicia's tail was scrolling through a hand-copied "New Testament" to sign in a quantum church; and Wanda's Chaos Magic was rewriting twenty-seven Darkseids into wedding flower children.
"It's time for you to say those three words." Natasha's mechanical voice suddenly mixed with the sound of Gotham sirens, her fingertips stained with liquid neurotoxin grazing Hode's Adam's apple. "But before that..." She suddenly pressed her mechanical mask onto his face, and the moonlight from the night the Berlin Wall fell injected itself into his cerebellum along with the nanite swarm. "Taste this first." What she passed over with her tongue was not vodka, but the snow that fell at Checkpoint Charlie on Christmas Eve in 1989—that snow suddenly exploded into a miniature black hole in his mouth, and twenty-seven versions of wedding invitations were gushing out from the event horizon of the black hole.
Diana's golden armor suddenly refracted the aurora from the peak of Mount Olympus, and the Lasso of Truthtransformed into a liquid galaxy, wrapping around Hode's entire body. "Are you ready to use the entire Multiverse as a betrothal gift?" Her golden bracers at her collarbone erupted with the wail of divine metal, and twenty-seven daggers engraved with engagement scenes from the Trojan battlefield simultaneously pierced twenty-seven acupoints on his body. At the moment one acupoint was pierced, Hode saw that on the beaches of Normandy in 1944, what Diana caught with her shield was not only the bouquets of Allied soldiers, but also wedding rings from twenty-seven different space-times.
Felicia's tail suddenly coiled around the top of the contract stele, and twenty-seven imprisoned civilization consciousnesses were injected into the inscription along the quantum rose. "Little cutie, your hippocampus is generating a new timeline." In the concentric circles splitting in her vertical pupils, a wedding scene in one space-time was being held on the surface of Mars; the groom was Hode wearing anti-matter armor, the bride was Diana wearing a Kryptonian veil, and the officiant was Darkseid holding a champagne tower. "Use my pheromones as vow ink? Better to use the anti-life equation as a wedding ring."
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly enveloped the four of them into a glowing cocoon, and the wedding bells of twenty-seven dimensions resonated within the cocoon. When Hode's heartbeat frequency reached the resonance point of twenty-seven cosmic romance movies, the electronic pupil at the back of his neck suddenly shot out a rainbow beam of light piercing through the Multiverse—at the end of the beam, Bruce Wayne was wearing a custom suit, and on his Batarang was engraved a new late fee: twenty-seven centuries, plus the twenty-seven weddings you owe me.
Chapter 512: The Twenty-Seven Funerals Owed to the Avengers
Hode felt his spine undergoing quantum reorganization, each vertebra erupting with wedding memories from different space-times. Diana's dagger was still stuck in his shoulder blade, and the Olympian divine blood flowing from the blade suddenly resonated with the Kryptonianfibers, condensing into a translucent armor projection behind him—it was a hybrid divine suit from twenty-seven parallel space-times, with Amazon vines wrapped around the left arm, Kryptonian crystals embedded in the right shoulder, and Natasha's mechanical gears floating in the center of the breastplate.
"Watch out!" Natasha's mechanical palm suddenly pulled him to the left, and a staff burning with anti-matter flames grazed his ear. A clone of one Darkseid was poking its upper body out of a space-time rift, with tampered wedding invitations rotating inside the Omega symbol on its chest. Hode smelled the scent of caramel apple pie in the air—it was the aroma of what Rogers baked in his Brooklyn apartment, now mixed with the smell of sulfur seeping from Darkseid's skin.
Felicia's tail suddenly coiled around his waist, the thorns of the quantum rose engraving the coordinates of the Milky Way Galaxy onto his skin. "Little cutie, your dopamine concentration is off the charts." Her vertical pupils reflected twenty-seven collapsing wedding nights; in one scene, as she was using the tip of her tail to unbutton Hode's formal wear, the ceiling suddenly collapsed to reveal the crimson sky of Apokolips. "If this continues, we will get married and divorced twenty-seven times in all space-times simultaneously."
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly materialized into a wedding cake in the center of the battlefield, with miniature black holes swimming between the twenty-seven layers of cream frosting. The moment Darkseid's anti-matter breath hit the cake, all the cream suddenly solidified into Brainiac's nanobots. Hode felt the electronic pupil at the back of his neck heating up; those robots were invading his visual nerves along the rainbow beam—he saw the tampered Trojan epic emerging on the surface of Diana's shield, Natasha's mechanical heart monitor screen flashing the encrypted telegrams deleted on the night the Berlin Wall fell, and the barbs on Felicia's tail were rewriting the genetic chain of the quantum rose.
"Hode!" Diana's Lasso of Truth suddenly coiled around his wrist, and in the liquid galaxy floated wedding photos of the Amazon warriors and the Avengers. In one scene, Steve Rogers was using his Vibranium shield to slice the wedding cake, and what seeped from under the blade was not cream but Asgardian mead; in another scene, Tony Stark was holding an aerial wedding inside his mechanical armor, and the reactor on his chest projected twenty-seven versions of Pepper Potts.
Natasha's mechanical fingers suddenly pierced the back of his neck, and a nanite swarm surged into his cerebral cortex along the electronic pupil. "Do you remember the night of the Watergate scandal in 1973?" Her mechanical voice was mixed with the smell of aged cigar smoke. "I was in the White House underground bunker, using a bugging device modified into a wedding ring." What she passed over with her tongue was not snow, but liquid metal memory—Hode saw twenty-seven different versions of himself; some were reciting vows on a Kree Planetwarship, some were kneeling on the Asgard Bifrost Bridgeoffering the Eternal Flame, and another was wearing a Star-Lord uniform, performing a funny marriage proposal dance in the Land of Nihility.
Felicia's tail suddenly pierced his heart, and the roots of the quantum rose spread along his blood vessels. "Your adrenaline is rewriting causality." In her vertical pupils, holographic projections of twenty-seven divorce courts rotated; in one scene, she was using her tail to scroll through the "Thanos Diary" to sign a divorce agreement, and beneath the blood-red fingerprint, the stained-glass windows of the Apokolips church emerged. "Why not let me be your marriage counselor? Every time you cheat, I'll inject you with the venom from the Gotham sewers."
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly swept the four of them into a space-time fold, and twenty-seven versions of the Wedding March collided in the void, sparking lightning. Hode felt the Kryptonian fibers at his temples fusing with the Olympian divine metal, and liquid rainbow patterns appeared on the surface of his skin—these were the marriage contracts of twenty-seven parallel space-times, with Diana's Lasso of Truth wrapped around his left arm, Natasha's mechanical butterfly perched on his right shoulder, and Felicia's quantum rose embedded in the center of his breastplate.
"They are coming." Diana's shield suddenly transformed into a liquid gold vortex, and from deep within the vortex emerged twenty-seven versions of the Darkseid coalition. One Darkseid was riding an Apokolips warhorse burning with the anti-life equation, another Darkseid had a tampered Infinity Gauntlet floating behind him, and a third Darkseid had a Kryptonian core embedded in his chest. Hode smelled the scent of burnt roses in the air—it was the pheromones on Felicia's tail burning, mixed with the neurotoxin drifting from Wanda's hair.
Natasha's mechanical heart suddenly erupted with a holographic projection of the Asgard Bifrost Bridge, and the burning neurotoxin condensed into a mechanical Phoenix behind her. "Do you remember the 1983 Beirut bombing?" She pressed her mechanical palm against Hode's chest, and a nanite swarm injected itself into his heart along the Kryptonian fibers. "I buried twenty-seven versions of wedding easter eggs in the ruins." The ground suddenly split open, revealing countless parallel Middle Easts in the middle of holding weddings—in every battlefield, there was a Black Widow adjusting the scale of a wedding ring in her sniper scope.
Felicia's tail suddenly pierced the top of the golden vortex, and twenty-seven imprisoned civilization consciousnesses were injected into the battlefield along the quantum rose. "Little cutie, your oxytocin is rewriting the laws of physics." In her vertical pupils, surveillance footage of twenty-seven wedding nights rotated; in one scene, she was using her tail to scroll through the "Dead Sea Scrolls" to sign in a quantum church, with twenty-seven versions of Hodesitting under blood-red candles. "Why not let me be your wedding planner? Every time you run away, I'll trigger the marriage proposal traps in the Gotham sewers."
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly enveloped the entire battlefield, and twenty-seven glowing neural synapses entangled the four of them into a trans-dimensional symbiote. "When the frequency of love breaks through the limits of string theory..." The neural synapses in her red hair suddenly pierced Hode's heart projection, rewriting the last of Brainiac's consciousness into the quantum score of the wedding vows. Hode felt his retina generating a new visual layer, and the wedding scenes of twenty-seven dimensions collapsed in front of him simultaneously—in one scene, Alfred was using a Batarang to place candles on a wedding cake, and in the candlelight emerged twenty-seven versions of Bruce Wayne, each holding a Batarangengraved with a late fee.
"Now!" Superman's Heat Vision suddenly pierced the quantum fold, and Kryptonian fibers burned behind him into a Tesseract structure. Hode saw twenty-seven versions of himself melting the liquid gold marriage contract stele; one version was using the Lasso of Truth to bind the runaway Darkseid, another was tuning the wedding holographic projection covering the Multiverse, and a third was using his tail to scroll through marriage certificates of different civilizations to sign them.
Diana's shield suddenly transformed into liquid gold and wrapped around the contract stele, and the God of War Power etched trans-dimensional wedding vow runes onto its surface. Hode felt his Adam's apple being wrapped by the nanite swarm; that was Natasha tuning the voice print frequency of the wedding vows. Felicia's tail suddenly coiled around his wrist, and the thorns of the quantum rose engraved the star map of the Milky Way Galaxy onto his skin: "Little cutie, your hippocampus is generating a new timeline."
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Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly enveloped the four of them into a glowing cocoon, and the wedding bells of twenty-seven dimensions resonated within the cocoon. When Hode's heartbeat frequency reached the resonance point of twenty-seven cosmic romance movies, the electronic pupil at the back of his neck suddenly shot out a rainbow beam of light piercing through the Multiverse—at the end of the beam, Bruce Wayne was wearing a custom suit, and on his Batarang was engraved a new late fee: twenty-seven centuries, plus the twenty-seven funeral weddings you owe me.
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The Contract Monument suddenly burst with supernova light, and twenty-seven versions of Darkseid disintegrated into rose petals in the light blast. Hode felt liquid rainbow patterns surface on his skin, which was the fusion of the marriage contracts from twenty-seven parallel dimensions. Diana's Lasso of Truth turned into a liquid galaxy, wrapping around his entire body. Natasha's mechanical palm pressed against his chest, outputting the electromagnetic pulses of the Wedding March, while Felicia's tail, curled around a quantum rose, whispered in his ear: "This time, the penalty for running away from the wedding is to drink all the champagne in Gotham's sewers."
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Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly materialized in the center of the battlefield as a champagne tower, with miniature black holes swimming in the twenty-seven layers of crystal cups. The moment Darkseid's final anti-matter breath struck the spire of the tower, all the champagne suddenly solidified into Kryptonian crystals—twenty-seven versions of wedding photos surfaced on the crystal faces. In one scene, Hode was wearing an anti-matter wedding ring and kissing Diana; in another, Natasha's mechanical butterfly was resting on his shoulder, debugging a wedding holographic projection; in a third, the tip of Felicia's tail was holding "Thanos's Infinity Notebook" while stamping a divorce agreement.
"Are you ready?" Diana's golden War Armor reflected the aurora atop Mount Olympus, and the Lasso of Truth turned into a liquid galaxy, wrapping around Hode's entire body. He saw twenty-seven versions of himself nodding at the same time. Behind one version of himself, a tampered Avengers logo emerged; beneath another's feet, a rewritten Justice League emblem extended; and above another's head floated twenty-seven versions of Bruce Wayne, each Wayne holding a Batarang engraved with a late fee.
Felicia's tail suddenly wrapped around the top of the Contract Monument, and the thorns of the quantum rose carved new coordinates of the Milky Way Galaxy on his skin: "Little cutie, your dopamine levels are about to exceed the limit again." Twenty-seven bridal chambers undergoing reorganization spun in her slit pupils. In one scene, she was using her tail to hold the "Dead Sea Scrolls" while signing in a quantum church, and under the blood-red candles, twenty-seven versions of Hode knelt on one knee at the same time.
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly wrapped the four of them in a glowing cocoon, and the wedding bells of twenty-seven dimensions resonated with space-time ripples inside the cocoon. When Hode's heart rate reached the resonance point of twenty-seven cosmic romance movies, the electronic pupil on the back of his neck suddenly shot a rainbow beam that penetrated the Multiverse—at the end of the beam, twenty-seven versions of Bruce Wayne raised their champagne glasses at the same time, with a new late fee surfacing at the bottom of the glasses: twenty-seven centuries, plus twenty-seven weddings you owe the Justice League, twenty-seven funerals you owe the Avengers, and... justice.
Chapter 513: The Gotham docks on Christmas Eve of 1992 are collapsing into the molecular structure of a proposal ring
Hode felt the liquid rainbow on his retina begin to boil, and the numbers projected by the twenty-seven versions of Bruce Wayne at the bottom of the champagne glasses suddenly materialized into nano-timers. Natasha's mechanical fingers suddenly pierced below his collarbone, and the nano-swarm etched the projection of the GothamClock Tower on his skin along the Kryptonian fibers: "Darling, what you owe me is more than just a wedding." In the liquid metal memory passed from the tip of her tongue, the Gotham docks on Christmas Eve of 1992 were collapsing into the molecular structure of a proposal ring.
"anti-life equation fluctuation detected." Diana's shield suddenly turned into a liquid gold vortex, sweeping the four of them toward the reorganizing space-time folds. Hode smelled the tampered wedding champagne in the air—it was a deadly cocktail mixed by the Joker with nerve gas in some parallel Universe. His left arm was suddenly wrapped uncontrollably by Amazon vines, and the quantum roses blooming at the tips of the vines were rewriting the marriage clauses in the "New Gods Code."
Felicia's tail suddenly wrapped around his Adam's apple, and the pheromones secreted by the barbs caused twenty-seven versions of divorce agreements to surface on his retina: "Little cutie, this time '705u.com-53 Reading Club' wants you to sign the 'Multiverse Prenuptial Agreement'." The rewritten "Gotham Civil Code" spun in her slit pupils, with a certain clause stating that divorce required an equivalent amount of Kryptonite as a processing fee. Hodefelt the electronic pupil on the back of his neck burning, as those nano-swarms were compiling Bruce Wayne's late fees into a love algorithm.
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly materialized into twenty-seven layers of wedding invitations, with miniature black holes swimming between each layer. When Darkseid's anti-matter breath struck the edges of the invitations, all the paper pages suddenly collapsed into liquid memory bodies—Hode saw that in 1969 in Jupiter's orbit, Natashawas using her mechanical palm to engrave the coordinates of Stalingrad on a titanium alloy marriage certificate; in another scene, Diana's Lasso of Truth bound the runaway Thanos, with the Olympian gods dancing flamenco in the background; and Felicia's tail tip was holding the "Kryptonian Civil Code," signing a prenuptial agreement with General Zod under the red Sun.
"They have rewritten the love dimension!" Superman's Heat Vision suddenly scorched a Tesseract passage in the quantum folds. Hode felt the Kryptonian fibers in his temples resonating with Olympian divine iron, and the liquid rainbow patterns on his skin suddenly materialized into twenty-seven versions of wedding rings. The inner wall of one ring was engraved with the deleted proposal vows from "Captain America's Diary"; another ring was set with a tampered, unreleased clip from "Iron Man 3"; and the surface of a third ring floated with the rewritten storyboard of "Batman: Hush."
Diana's shield suddenly turned into a liquid galaxy wrapping around the four of them, and the God of War Power etched a trans-dimensional love formula on its surface. Hode heard twenty-seven versions of himself reciting wedding vows at the same time. One of his voices mixed with the gunfire of Normandy Beach in 1944; another of his voice lines carried the electromagnetic interference of the Battle of New York in 2012; and yet another of his voices was rewritten into the metallic vibration of Bruce Wayne debugging a Batarang in the cellar of Wayne Manor.
Natasha's mechanical palm was suddenly pressed against the back of his neck, and the nano-swarm injected tampered Cold War memories along his spine: "In Chernobyl in 1986, I buried our wedding core in the reactor." What she passed from the tip of her tongue was not a cigar but liquid plutonium. Twenty-seven versions of Cold War weddings suddenly surfaced on Hode's retina—in one scene, Nick Fury was using his single eye to adjust the signal transmitter of the wedding ring; in another, Black Widow was using mechanical spiders to weave a wedding dress on a Cuban missile; and in a third, the Winter Soldier's metal arm was holding a Vibranium shield engraved with a late fee.
Felicia's tail suddenly pierced into the liquid galaxy, and the roots of the quantum rose spread along the space-time folds: "Little cutie, your testosterone levels are rewriting the law of causality." Twenty-seven versions of divorce courts spun in her slit pupils. In one scene, she was using her tail to hold the "HYDRA Charter" while signing in a quantum church, and under the blood-red candles, twenty-seven versions of Hode knelt on one knee at the same time, with a rewritten superhero organization logo floating behind each Hode.
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly enveloped the entire battlefield, and twenty-seven glowing neural synapses wrapped the four of them into a trans-dimensional love cocoon. When Hode's heart rate reached the resonance point of twenty-seven cosmic romance movies, the electronic pupil on the back of his neck suddenly shot a rainbow beam that penetrated the Multiverse—at the end of the beam, twenty-seven versions of Loki were holding wedding scepters studded with Infinity Stones, and a tampered, unreleased post-credits scene of "Thor: Ragnarok" floated at the top of the scepters.
"Love dimension overload detected!" Superman's Heat Vision suddenly wove a Tesseract protective net within the beam. Hode felt the liquid rainbow patterns on his skin rewriting the structure of reality. A certain version of the wedding ring suddenly materialized into a neutron star core; the hem of a certain version of the wedding dress extended into a rewritten "Justice League" script; and a certain version of the wedding invitation was devouring parallel-Universe wedding cakes.
Diana's shield suddenly turned into liquid gold wrapping around the love cocoon, and the God of War Power etched a trans-dimensional marriage covenant on its surface. Hode heard twenty-seven versions of himself reciting the tampered wedding vows at the same time. One version mixed with the quantum tremors of Doctor Manhattanfrom "Watchmen"; another carried the Flora colossus (Groot's) trills from "Guardians of the Galaxy"; and yet another was rewritten into the electronic synthesized voice of Bruce Wayne ringing the bell at the Gotham Stock Exchange.
Natasha's mechanical heart suddenly erupted with a holographic projection of the Asgardian Bifrost Bridge, and the burning nerve toxin condensed into a mechanical Phoenix behind her: "During the 1979 Iran hostage crisis, I hid our wedding countdown in the embassy safe." She pressed her mechanical palm against Hode's chest, injecting tampered Cold War memories along the Kryptonian fibers—Hode saw twenty-seven versions of himself crossing the Berlin Wall at the same time. Behind one version of himself followed the Winter Soldier from a rewritten "Captain America: The Winter Soldier"; another version of himself held the reactor from a tampered "Iron Man 2" in his arms; and yet another version of himself was using his tail to hold a Vibranium shield engraved with a late fee...
Felicia's tail suddenly wrapped around the top of the love cocoon, and the thorns of the quantum rose carved new coordinates of the Milky Way Galaxy on his skin: "Little cutie, your cortisol levels are rewriting the laws of physics." Twenty-seven versions of divorce cooling-off periods spun in her slit pupils. In one scene, she was using her tail to hold the unreleased archives of "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D." while signing in a quantum church, and under the blood-red candles, twenty-seven versions of Hode raised rewritten superhero uniforms at the same time, with different versions of late fees printed on each uniform.
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly materialized in the cocoon as a champagne tower, with miniature black holes swimming in the twenty-seven layers of crystal cups. The moment Darkseid's final anti-matter breath struck the spire of the tower, all the champagne suddenly solidified into Kryptonian crystals—twenty-seven versions of wedding photos surfaced on the crystal faces. In one scene, Hodewas kissing Diana while wearing a wedding ring forged from Vibranium and anti-matter; in another, Natasha's mechanical butterfly was resting on his shoulder, debugging a tampered timeline of "Avengers: Endgame"; in a third, the tip of Felicia's tail was holding "Thanos's Diary" while stamping a divorce agreement, with a rewritten, unreleased ending of "Batman v Superman" surfacing at the bottom of the agreement.
The final agreement was generating. Diana's golden War Armor reflected the aurora atop Mount Olympus, and the Lasso of Truth turned into a liquid galaxy, wrapping around Hode's entire body. He saw twenty-seven versions of himself nodding at the same time. Behind one version emerged the rewritten Phoenix Force from "X-Men"; beneath another's feet extended a tampered Negative Zone portal from "Fantastic Four"; and above another's head floated twenty-seven versions of Nick Fury, each Furyholding a single-eyed mask engraved with a late fee.
Felicia's tail suddenly wrapped around the top of the 5.7 Agreement, and the thorns of the quantum rose carved a new star map of the Milky Way Galaxy on his skin: "Little cutie, your adrenaline levels are about to exceed the limit again." Twenty-seven bridal chambers undergoing reorganization spun in her slit pupils. In one scene, she was using her tail to hold the "Star Trek" Federation Charter while signing in a quantum church, and under the blood-red candles, twenty-seven versions of Hode knelt on one knee at the same time, each holding a rewritten superhero organization badge in his hands.
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly wrapped the four of them in a glowing cocoon, and the wedding bells of twenty-seven dimensions resonated with space-time ripples inside the cocoon. When Hode's heart rate reached the resonance point of twenty-seven cosmic romance movies, the electronic pupil on the back of his neck suddenly shot a rainbow beam that penetrated the Multiverse—at the end of the beam, twenty-seven versions of Thanos raised their wedding gauntlets studded with Reality Stones at the same time, with a tampered, unreleased post-credits scene of "Avengers: Infinity War" floating in the center of the gauntlets, each post-credits scene engraved with a new late fee: twenty-seven centuries, plus twenty-seven weddings you owe the Dark Dimension, twenty-seven funerals you owe the Quantum Realm, and...
Chapter 514: Twenty-seven versions of Thanos float there
The rainbow beam exploded into twenty-seven spectra in the rifts of the Multiverse, and Hode felt the Kryptonianfibers in his temples burning from overload. Diana's golden War Armor suddenly burst with quantum tides, pushing the four of them toward the collapsing wedding dome—where twenty-seven versions of Thanos floated, each giant's gauntlet embedded with a Reality Stone that was rewriting the laws of physics.
"Darling, your heart rate is rewriting the law of causality." Natasha's mechanical fingers suddenly pierced into the neural interface on the back of his neck, and the nano-swarm injected the deleted Winter Soldier code from "Captain America: Civil War" along his spine. The blizzard of Siberia in 1991 flashed across Hode's retina. In one scene, Natasha was using mechanical spiders to repair his broken spine, and at this moment, her mechanical heart was pumping a liquid rainbow carrying Asgardian magic.
Felicia's tail suddenly wrapped around his waist, and the thorns of the quantum rose carved a new star map of the Milky Way Galaxy on his skin: "Little cutie, this time what you need to sign is the 'Cross-Dimensional Marriage Agreement'." The rewritten "Guardians of the Galaxy" contract spun in her slit pupils, with a certain clause stating that divorce required an equivalent amount of Power Stones as a processing fee. Hode heard twenty-seven versions of himself reciting the "Star Trek" Federation vows at the same time, one voice line mixed with the smell of Captain Kirk's whiskey, and another carrying the electronic static of Rocket Raccoon.
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly materialized into twenty-seven crystal coffins, with a different version of Hodesleeping inside each coffin. When Darkseid's anti-matter breath struck the coffin lids, all the crystals suddenly split into liquid memory bodies—Hode saw that on Normandy Beach in 1944, a certain version of himself was blocking bullets with a Vibranium shield, while Natasha's mechanical palm carved wedding coordinates in the sand; in another scene, Diana's Lasso of Truth bound the runaway Thanos, with the Olympian gods dancing tango in the background; and Felicia's tail tip was holding the "StarCraft" Protoss contract, signing a prenuptial agreement with Zeratul under the red Sun.
"anti-life equation overload detected!" Superman's Heat Vision suddenly scorched a Tesseract passage in the quantum folds. Hode felt the nano-swarm below his collarbone etching the "New Gods Code." A certain version of the wedding ring suddenly materialized into a neutron star fragment, and the hem of a certain version of the wedding dress extended into the rewritten script of "Wonder Woman 1984." Diana's shield suddenly turned into a liquid galaxy wrapping around the four of them, and the God of War Power etched a trans-dimensional love formula on its surface.
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Natasha's mechanical heart suddenly erupted with a holographic projection of the Bifrost Bridge from Asgard, and burning neurotoxins condensed into a mechanical Phoenix behind her: "In the 1962 Cuban Missile Crisis, I buried our wedding core inside a nuclear submarine." She pressed her mechanical palm against Hode's chest, and a swarm of nanobots injected tampered Cold War memories along the Kryptonian fibers—Hode saw twenty-seven versions of himself crossing the Berlin Wall simultaneously; one version was followed by the rewritten Winter Soldier from Captain America: The Winter Soldier, one version held the tampered reactor from Iron Man 2, and another version was using a tail to curl around a Vibranium shield engraved with a late fee.
Felicia's tail suddenly pierced the liquid galaxy, and the roots of the quantum rose spread along the folds of space-time: "Cutie, your testosterone levels are rewriting causality." In her vertical pupils, twenty-seven versions of divorce courts swirled; in one scene, she was using her tail to curl around the Star Trek Federation Charter while signing it in a quantum church. Under blood-red candles, twenty-seven versions of Hode knelt on one knee simultaneously, each Hode with a rewritten superhero organization logo floating behind him.
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly enveloped the entire battlefield, and twenty-seven glowing neural synapses wrapped the four of them into a trans-dimensional love cocoon. When Hode's heartbeat frequency reached the resonance point of twenty-seven cosmic romance movies, the electronic pupil on the back of his neck suddenly shot out a rainbow beam that pierced through the Multiverse—at the end of the beam, twenty-seven versions of Loki were holding up a wedding scepter encrusted with Infinity Stones, with a tampered, unreleased post-credits scene from Thor: Ragnarok floating at the tip of the scepter.
Protocol generation progress: 97%. Diana's golden armor refracted the aurora from the peak of Mount Olympus, and the Lasso of Truth turned into a liquid galaxy, wrapping around Hode's entire body. He saw twenty-seven versions of himself nodding simultaneously; behind one version appeared the rewritten Phoenix Force from X-Men, from beneath another version's feet extended the tampered Negative Zone portal from Fantastic Four, and above yet another version's head floated twenty-seven versions of Nick Fury, each Fury holding up an eyepatch mask engraved with a late fee.
Natasha's mechanical fingers suddenly stabbed into his left ventricle, and a swarm of nanobots injected unreleased code from the Black Widow standalone film along his coronary arteries. Flashes of the 2016 explosion in Budapest flickered across Hode's retina; in one scene, she was using mechanical spiders to repair his shattered soul, while at this moment, her mechanical heart was pumping out liquid memories laced with HYDRA venom. Twenty-seven versions of Cold War weddings flashed back through his neural synapses; in one scene, Nick Fury was using his one eye to adjust the signal transmitter of a wedding ring, and in another, Black Widow was using mechanical spiders to weave a wedding dress onto a Cuban missile.
Felicia's tail suddenly wrapped around the top of the protocol, and the thorns of the quantum rose carved a new Milky Way Galaxy star map into his skin: "Cutie, your cortisol levels are rewriting the laws of physics." In her vertical pupils, twenty-seven bridal chambers were reorganizing; in one scene, she was using her tail to curl around the Star Trek Federation Charter to sign it in a quantum church. Under blood-red candles, twenty-seven versions of Hode knelt on one knee simultaneously, each Hode holding a rewritten superhero organization badge in his hands.
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly materialized into a champagne tower inside the cocoon, with miniature black holes swimming in the twenty-seven layers of crystal glasses. The moment Darkseid's final anti-matter breath struck the top of the tower, all the champagne suddenly solidified into Kryptonian crystals—on the surface of the crystals appeared twenty-seven versions of wedding photos; in one scene, Hode was kissing Diana while wearing a wedding ring forged from Vibranium and anti-matter; in another, Natasha's mechanical butterfly was perched on his shoulder, debugging the tampered timeline of Avengers: Endgame; and in the third scene, the tip of Felicia's tail was holding Thanos' Diary to stamp a divorce agreement.
Love dimension critical point detected! Superman's Heat Vision suddenly wove a Tesseract protective net within the beam. Hode felt the liquid rainbow patterns emerging on his skin surface rewriting the structure of reality; one version of the wedding ring suddenly materialized into a miniature black hole, the hem of one version of the wedding dress extended into the rewritten Justice Leaguefinale script, and another version of the wedding invitation was devouring a wedding cake from a parallel space-time.
Diana's shield suddenly turned into liquid gold, wrapping around the love cocoon, and the God of War Power etched a trans-dimensional marriage contract onto the surface. Hode heard twenty-seven versions of himself reciting the tampered wedding vows simultaneously; one version mixed with the quantum tremors of Dr. Manhattan from Watchmen, one version carried the treelike vibrato of Grootfrom Guardians of the Galaxy, and another version was rewritten into the electronic synthesized sound of Bruce Wayne ringing the bell at the Gotham Stock Exchange.
Natasha's mechanical heart suddenly erupted with holographic projections of twenty-seven types of Cold War memories, and burning neurotoxins condensed into a flock of mechanical phoenixes behind her: "In the 1983 Beirut refugee camp, I hid our wedding vows inside a bullet hole." She pressed her mechanical palm against Hode's brow, and a swarm of nanobots injected tampered code from The Falcon and the Winter Soldier along his optic nerves—Hode saw twenty-seven versions of himself crossing East and West Berlin simultaneously; one version was followed by the rewritten Zemo from Captain America: Civil War, one version held the tampered Vibranium from Black Panther, and another version was using a tail to curl around a Vibranium shield engraved with a late fee.
Felicia's tail suddenly pierced the core of the love cocoon, and the roots of the quantum rose spread along the folds of space-time: "Cutie, your adrenaline concentration is about to exceed the 873 mark again." In her vertical pupils, twenty-seven versions of divorce cooling-off periods swirled; in one scene, she was using her tail to curl around unreleased files from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. to sign them in a quantum church. Under blood-red candles, twenty-seven versions of Hode held up rewritten superhero uniforms simultaneously, with different versions of late fees printed on each uniform.
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly materialized into twenty-seven wedding cakes inside the cocoon, with miniature singularities swimming in each layer of cream. When Thanos' final Reality Stone beam struck the top of the cake, all the cream suddenly solidified into dark matter—on the surface of the matter appeared twenty-seven versions of divorce agreements; in one scene, Hode was kissing Gamora while wearing shackles forged from Infinity Stones; in another, Natasha's mechanical spider was perched on his shoulder, carving a tampered prophecy from Eternals; and in the third scene, the tip of Felicia's tail was holding Galactus' Diary to stamp a marriage certificate.
The rainbow beam suddenly exploded into twenty-seven types of spectrums within the rift of the Multiverse, and Hode felt the electronic pupil on the back of his neck burning in overdrive. Twenty-seven versions of Thanosheld up wedding gauntlets encrusted with Reality Stones simultaneously, with a tampered, unreleased post-credits scene from Avengers: Endgame floating in the center of the gauntlets, and on each post-credits scene was engraved a new late fee: "Twenty-seven centuries, plus you owe the Dark Dimension twenty-seven weddings, you owe the Quantum Realm twenty-seven funerals, and..."
Diana's golden armor suddenly erupted with quantum tides, pushing the four of them toward the reorganizing wedding dome. Hode heard twenty-seven versions of himself reciting the gravitational equations from Interstellar simultaneously; one voice mixed with the static of Cooper's spacesuit, and one carried the betrayal vibrato of Dr. Mann. Deep within the folds of space-time, twenty-seven versions of Loki were using Infinity Gauntlets to tune the frequency of the wedding scepter, and in one scene, twenty-seven versions of Hode saw simultaneously—
Chapter 525: Heartbeat frequency has exceeded the critical threshold!
Hode felt the electronic pupil on the back of his neck emitting a sharp buzzing sound while operating in overdrive, and the twenty-seven types of spectrums pierced his retinas like sharp glass shards. When the quantum tide suddenly erupted from Diana's golden armor and pushed him toward the dome, he saw black slime oozing from the Reality Stones on Thanos' gauntlet—the moment that slime hit the ground, it turned into miniature black holes, devouring the Nebula decorations of the wedding dome.
Heartbeat frequency has exceeded the critical threshold! Natasha's mechanical fingers suddenly clamped onto his carotid artery, and a swarm of nanobots injected something similar to the deleted Red Room code from the Black Widow movie along his blood vessels. Flashes of the snow on the night the Berlin Wall fell in 1989 flickered before Hode's eyes; Natasha's mechanical spiders were extracting Soviet Agent neurotoxins from his shattered spine, while at this moment, her mechanical heart was pumping out liquid memories laced with dual marks of HYDRA and S.H.I.E.L.D.
Felicia's tail suddenly wrapped around his wrist, and the thorns of the quantum rose carved a new star map trajectory into his skin: "Cutie, your dopamine concentration is rewriting the curvature of space-time." In her vertical pupils, the countdowns for twenty-seven versions of divorce cooling-off periods swirled; in one scene, she was using her tail to curl around the deleted timeline protocol from Season 7 of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., carving a clause onto the candles of the quantum church that for every minute late, an extra layer of anti-matter cream would be added to the wedding cake.
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly materialized into twenty-seven prisms, with a different version of Hode imprisoned in each prism. He saw one version of himself wearing a wedding ring forged from Vibranium and Uru metal, holding a wedding with Jane Foster on the Bifrost Bridgeof Asgard, with Mjolnir automatically floating above the champagne tower acting as a bottle opener; another version of himself was wearing the rewritten The New Mutants suit, exchanging wedding rings condensed by electromagnetic force with Lorna Dane on the lawn of Xavier's School, while Magneto's helmet was playing an electronic remix of the "Wedding March" in the distance.
Dark Dimension energy infiltration detected! Superman's Heat Vision suddenly scorched a Tesseract brand onto the surface of the prisms. Hode felt the swarm of nanobots beneath his collarbone frantically devouring something similar to the source code of the New Gods; one version of the wedding ring suddenly materialized into the Omega Effect totem of Darkseid, the hem of one version of the wedding dress extended into the rewritten Green Lantern Corps oath, and another version of the wedding invitation was devouring a Thanos gauntlet from a parallel space-time.
Diana's Lasso of Truth suddenly turned into liquid gold, wrapping around his legs, and the God of War Poweretched a trans-dimensional marriage contract onto the surface: "You owe the Dark Dimension twenty-seven weddings, but first you must survive to sign this 'Cross-Dimensional Marriage Arbitration Agreement'." In the aurora refracted by her shield, twenty-seven versions of Nick Fury were scanning the terms of the agreement with their one eyes; one Fury's mechanical prosthetic eye suddenly popped up a holographic projection—it was a deleted surveillance scene from Budapest in 1995, where Natasha was using mechanical spiders to carve wedding coordinates onto Hode's unconscious forehead.
Natasha's mechanical heart suddenly erupted with electromagnetic pulses of twenty-seven types of Cold War memories, and burning neurotoxins condensed into a flock of mechanical phoenixes behind her: "During the Battle of New York in 2012, I buried our wedding core inside the wreckage of a Chitauri warship." She pressed her mechanical palm against Hode's temple, and a swarm of nanobots injected tampered deleted scenes from The Avengers along his neural synapses—he saw twenty-seven versions of himself crossing space-time rifts simultaneously; one version was followed by the rewritten Time Variance Authority Agents from the Loki series, one version held the tampered Tesseract from Captain Marvel, and another version was using a tail to curl around a Vibranium shield engraved with a late fee.
Felicia's tail suddenly pierced the core of the prisms, and the roots of the quantum rose spread along the folds of space-time: "Cutie, your adrenaline concentration is about to trigger a dimensional collapse again." In her vertical pupils, twenty-seven versions of prenuptial agreements swirled; in one scene, she was using her tail to curl around unreleased Borg collective wedding clauses from Star Trek: Picard, carving a clause onto the altar of the quantum church that if a divorce occurs, an equivalent amount of Mind Stones must be paid to the Galactic Council as a handling fee.
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly materialized into twenty-seven champagne towers inside the prisms, with miniature singularities swimming in each layer of crystal glasses. When Thanos' final Reality Stone beam struck the top of the tower, all the champagne suddenly solidified into Kryptonian crystals—on the surface of the crystals appeared twenty-seven versions of wedding vows; in one scene, Hode was kissing Gamora while wearing shackles forged from Infinity Stones; in another, Natasha's mechanical spider was perched on his shoulder, carving a tampered prophecy from Eternals; and in the third scene, the tip of Felicia's tail was holding Galactus' Diary to stamp a marriage certificate.
The love dimension began to quantize! Superman's Heat Vision suddenly wove a Tesseract protective net within the spectral rifts. Hode felt the liquid rainbow patterns emerging on his skin surface rewriting the structure of reality; one version of the wedding ring suddenly materialized into a miniature white dwarf, the hem of one version of the wedding dress extended into the rewritten Justice League Apokolips battle script, and another version of the wedding invitation was devouring Thanos' snap from a parallel space-time.
Diana's shield suddenly turned into a liquid galaxy, wrapping around the prisms, and the God of War Poweretched a trans-dimensional love formula onto the surface. Hode heard twenty-seven versions of himself reciting the tampered wedding vows simultaneously; one version mixed with the raspy vibrato of Nite Owl from Watchmen, one version carried the quantum harmonics of Adam Warlock from Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3, and another version was rewritten into the electronic synthesized sound of Bruce Banner transforming in The Incredible Hulk.
Natasha's mechanical fingers suddenly stabbed into his third rib, and a swarm of nanobots injected something similar to the Red Guardian code from the concept design of Black Widow 2 along his ventricles. Flashes of the rain on the day the Sokovia Accords were signed in 2014 flickered across Hode's retina; in one scene, she was using mechanical spiders to repair his shattered moral code, while at this moment, her mechanical heart was pumping out liquid memories laced with the same lubricant used for the Winter Soldier's mechanical arm. Twenty-seven versions of Cold War weddings flashed back through his neural synapses; in one scene, Peggy Carter was using a revolver to adjust the signal transmitter of a wedding ring, and in another, Hawkeye was using mechanical arrows to weave wedding dress lace onto a Cuban missile.
Felicia's tail suddenly wrapped around the quantum rose at the top of the prisms, and the edges of the petals oozed venom similar to that of Spider-Man Noir from Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse: "Cutie, your oxytocin concentration is rewriting the chain of causality." In her vertical pupils, twenty-seven versions of honeymoon plans swirled; in one scene, she was using her tail to curl around deleted cross-dimensional wedding parade clauses from Rick and Morty, carving a clause onto the dome of the quantum church that for every parallel Universe crossed, the wedding bill would increase by one Thanos chin.
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly materialized within the prism into twenty-seven wedding arches, each composed of different versions of the Infinity Stones.
When Darkseid's final Omega Effect struck the arches, all the stones suddenly reorganized into fragments of the Bifrost Bridge—on the surface of the fragments, twenty-seven versions of divorce agreements emerged.
In one frame, Hode was wearing shackles forged from the Soul Stone while kissing Wanda; in another, Natasha's mechanical butterfly was perched on his shoulder, debugging the tampered timeline of *Loki* Season 2; in the third frame of the "705u.com-53 Reading Club," the tip of Felicia's tail was flicking the *Herald of Galactus Diary* and stamping "Read" on the marriage certificate.
A rainbow beam suddenly exploded into twenty-seven types of spectra within the rift of the Multiverse, and Hodefelt the electronic pupil at the back of his neck overloading and melting.
Twenty-seven versions of Thanos simultaneously raised wedding scepters embedded with Reality Stones, and floating at the top of each scepter was a tampered, unreleased Easter egg from *Captain Marvel 2*—each egg was engraved with a new late fee: the mortgage of twenty-seven parallel Universes, plus twenty-seven soul deals you owe Mephisto, twenty-seven wedding livestreams you owe the Watcher, and...
Diana's Golden Armor suddenly erupted with quantum tides, pushing the four of them toward the collapsing and reorganizing wedding dome.
Hode heard twenty-seven versions of himself simultaneously reciting Cooper's lines from *Interstellar*, one voice mixed with Matthew McConaughey's Texas accent, another with Anne Hathaway's breathing tremolo.
Deep within the folds of time and space, twenty-seven versions of Loki were using the Infinity Gauntlet to tune the frequency of the wedding scepter, and in one frame, twenty-seven versions of Hode saw simultaneously—.
Chapter 526: This story happens in the blink of an eye.
The moment the quantum tide threw the four of them toward the dome, the electronic pupil at the back of Hode's neck suddenly erupted with blue-white Data Streams.
Those Data Streams coiled like living things around the Reality Stones bursting on Thanos's scepter, and twenty-seven types of spectra condensed into glowing neural synapses in the void—they were reconstructing the underlying code of reality.
"Grab my hand!" Diana's Golden Armor erupted with quantum rainbow light that transcended the God of War Power, and her shield transformed into a liquid galaxy to envelop the four of them.
Hode felt his fingertips touch some kind of warm energy entity, and turning his head, he saw Natasha's mechanical heart pumping out liquid rainbows, in which the deconstructed source code of *Captain America: The Winter Soldier* floated.
Felicia's tail suddenly pierced into the void fold, and the roots of the quantum rose took hold in the Multiverse rift.
The twenty-seven divorce countdowns rotating in her vertical pupils were currently reorganizing into some kind of ancient cuneiform: "Cutie, the space-time anchor is waking up."
Before she could finish, twenty-seven champagne towers emerged from the void, and the miniature singularities swimming in each crystal glass suddenly began to collapse in reverse.
Wanda's Chaos Magic turned into countless glowing neural chains, unbinding twenty-seven versions of Hodefrom the prism cage.
He saw a version of himself wearing a Vibranium wedding ring kissing Jane Foster on the Bifrost Bridge, but at this moment, that Hode suddenly turned his head and winked at him, his mouth carrying the eerie smile of a S.W.O.R.D.Agent from *WandaVision*.
"Initial Universe Protocol activated."
The mechanical female voice exploded in everyone's brain, and the raw Data Stream of the 1945 Roswell incident in New Mexico flashed across Hode's retina.
He saw twenty-seven versions of Nick Fury appear from the void simultaneously, each Fury's mechanical eye popping up different holographic projections—there was surveillance footage of Budapest in 1995, the energy matrix of the Chitauri flagship in 2012, and even the presidential speech tampered with by Skrulls in *Secret Invasion*.
Diana's shield suddenly transformed into twenty-seven prisms, each imprisoning a different version of cosmic creation myths.
Hode saw a Zeus combing the hair of an Asgardian bride with Mjolnir, an Odin modifying the Infinity Gauntlet into a wedding scepter, and a version of the Sorcerer Ancient One presiding over a collective quantum wedding in the Mirror Dimension of Kamar-Taj.
"Reality Furnace is overloading!"
Natasha's mechanical fingers suddenly popped out twenty-seven types of neurotoxin injectors, which combined in the air into a glowing Möbius strip.
Hode felt the nanite swarm under his collarbone frantically gnawing on something similar to the source code of *Eternals*, and a version of the wedding ring suddenly materialized into a singularity of a miniature Big Bang.
Felicia's tail suddenly wrapped around Hode's waist, and the roots of the quantum rose spread along his spine to the cerebral cortex: "Cutie, your serum '705u.com-53 Reading Club' concentration is rewriting the universal constants."
The twenty-seven prenuptial agreements rotating in her vertical pupils were currently reorganizing into the answer to the ultimate question in *The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy*—except all the letters were made of Vibraniumparticles.
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly materialized into twenty-seven glowing genetic spirals, each imprisoning a different version of Hode's DNA.
He saw a version of himself sharing Telepathy with Phoenix from *X-Men: Apocalypse*, a version dancing a quantum tango with Gamora in the ruins of *Guardians of the Galaxy*, and another wearing the Khonshu mask from *Moon Knight* presiding over an Egyptian-style wedding.
"Dimension Stitching Program initiated."
Superman's Heat Vision suddenly wove a hyper-cube neural network in the void, the network nodes flashing with the warp core frequency of the Enterprise from *Star Trek*.
Hode felt the liquid rainbow patterns appearing on his skin rewriting the laws of physics, a version of the wedding ring suddenly materialized into a miniature white hole, and the hem of a wedding dress extended out the rewritten oath of the *Green Lantern Corps*.
Diana's Golden Armor suddenly erupted with quantum ripples that transcended the Speed Force, and she pushed Hode toward the collapsing space-time rift: "You owe every Universe twenty-seven first kisses!"
In the moment of falling, Hode saw twenty-seven versions of himself crossing the rift simultaneously—one followed by a tampered Time Variance Authority Agent from *Loki*, one holding a tampered Tesseract from *Captain Marvel*, and another holding a Vibranium shield engraved with late fees with his tail.
When the quantum tide washed the four of them to the core of the Initial Universe, the electronic pupil at the back of Hode's neck suddenly captured an abnormal Data Stream.
Those Data Streams appeared as energy threads of twenty-seven colors, each connected to different classic American comic scenes: the wedding scene of *Fantastic Four* in 1963, the proposal in the rain from *The Dark Knight Returns* in 1986, the cave confession from *Iron Man* in 2008...
"Space-time corridor is materializing."
Natasha's mechanical heart suddenly erupted with an electromagnetic pulse of twenty-seven Cold War memories, and the burning neurotoxins condensed into a mechanical Phoenix flock behind her.
Hode saw twenty-seven versions of himself appearing in different scenes simultaneously—one proposing to Baymax in San Francisco in *Big Hero 6*, one sharing a quantum kiss with Gwen Stacy in *Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse*, and another wearing the Rocket Raccoonmask from *Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3* holding an interstellar wedding in the Land of Nihility.
Felicia's tail suddenly pierced into the node where the energy threads were intertwined, and the roots of the quantum rose spread along the folds of space-time to all parallel Universes: "Cutie, your love concentration is rewriting the initial parameters of the Big Bang."
The twenty-seven honeymoon plans rotating in her vertical pupils were currently reorganizing into the time vortex from *Doctor Who*—except all coordinates pointed to tampered classic comic scenes.
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly materialized into twenty-seven glowing memory palaces, each composed of different versions of love legends.
Hode saw a version of himself sharing mechanical roses with Black Widow on the Verona balcony from *Romeo and Juliet*, a version flying wing-to-wing with Captain Marvel in the butterfly transformation scene of *The Butterfly Lovers*, and another wearing Vibranium wedding rings forged by the seven dwarves from *Snow White*.
"Initial Universe Protocol completion 99%."
The mechanical female voice sounded again, this time with the gentle tremolo of Joi from *Blade Runner 2049*.
Hode felt the electronic pupil at the back of his neck resonating with all the energy threads, and twenty-seven versions of Thanos suddenly appeared from the void—but this time, the Reality Stones in their hands had turned into wedding invitations, each engraved with a new late fee: the mortgage of twenty-seven parallel Universes, plus twenty-seven wedding livestreams you owe the Watcher, and twenty-seven judicial arbitrations you owe the Living Tribunal.
Diana's Golden Armor suddenly erupted with the light of creation that transcended the Living Tribunal, and she pushed Hode toward the reorganizing origin of time and space: "Remember, in the Initial Universe, every kiss is a singularity of a new Universe."
In the moment their lips touched, Hode saw twenty-seven versions of himself disappear into the Data Streamsimultaneously—one transformed into the five-dimensional library from *Interstellar*, one turned into the Eternal realm from *Inception*, and another reorganized into the sea of source code from *The Matrix*.
When the quantum tide completely subsided, twenty-seven colors of memory fragments floated in the dawn of the Initial Universe.
Hode stood before the wedding altar forged from Vibranium and Adamantium, finding that his left hand was wearing a wedding ring forged from the Reality Stone, and his right hand was holding the rewritten source code of *Age of Ultron*.
From the distance came twenty-seven versions of the wedding march—one with the organ roar of *The Dark Knight*, one mixed with the awkward dance rhythm of Star-Lord from *Guardians of the Galaxy*, and another version was directly the electronic synth sound of Pickle Rick from *Rick and Morty*.
Diana's Golden Armor transformed into a liquid Nebulawrapped around his waist, and the God of War Poweretched a trans-dimensional marriage contract on the ground: "Now, you owe all Universes twenty-seven eternities."
Before she could finish, twenty-seven versions of Nick Furysuddenly appeared from the void, each Fury holding a tampered, unreleased script of *Captain Marvel 2*—written in Vibranium particles on the cover: "This story happens in the blink of an eye."
Chapter 527: -27,000,000 seconds remaining until the first kiss compensation.
In the dawn of the Initial Universe, the twenty-seven colors of memory fragments suddenly gathered like magnetic poles attracting, erupting with a quantum siphon around Hode.
The electronic pupil at the back of his neck shot out an energy spectrum fusing twenty-seven versions, and the Vibranium wedding ring and the source code of *Age of Ultron* simultaneously transformed into a liquid Data Stream, injecting into the core of the Initial Universe along the roots of the quantum rose.
"Dimension Stitching completion 100%."
The mechanical female voice carried the resonance of twenty-seven different voiceprints, and the afterimages of all parallel Universes collapsed into a golden hourglass on Hode's retina.
He saw Nick Fury's mechanical eye pop up a holographic globe—the previously divided territories of Marvel, DC, Dark Horse, and other Universes were being rewoven by glowing neural chains.
Diana's Golden Armor suddenly revealed the runes of twenty-seven mythological systems, and the God of War Power resonated with the authority of the Greek gods, Nordic Asgard, and the Egyptian Ennead.
She inserted the Spear of Truth into the ground, and the laws of the Initial Universe unfolded like a Spider Web, melting all the heroes' iconic weapons into new artifacts: Superman's Heat Vision and Captain Marvel's binary energy intertwined into a light saber, and Spider-Man's webs fused with the Green Lantern ring into a quantum chain.
"They are coming."
Natasha's mechanical heart pumped out liquid rainbows, and those rainbow particles condensed in the air into a fusion of twenty-seven supervillains—Thanos's purple skin and Joker's pale makeup were entangled at the quantum level, General Zod's Kryptonian armor and Apocalypse's metal skeleton were reorganized into a mechanical god body, and Ultron's core code was devouring the energy of Darkseid's mother box.
Hode touched the wedding ring with his fingertips, and the metal forged from the Reality Stone suddenly erupted with a light that transcended the Infinity Gauntlet.
He saw twenty-seven versions of himself transform into a golden data torrent and inject into his body; the Egyptian incantations of a *Moon Knight* version, the Phoenix Forceof an *X-Men* version, and even the absurd knowledge of a *Rick and Morty* Pickle Rick form all converged into a new form of power.
"The Initial Universe does not need parallel versions."
Hode's voice carried the resonance of twenty-seven vocal parts, and as he raised his hand, the roots of the quantum rose pierced into the core of the villain fusion.
Those roots coiled around the tampered *Captain America: Civil War* accords, the rewritten *Captain Marvel* Tesseract, and even the Vibranium shield engraved with late fees, deconstructing the core code of all villains into primitive quantum dust.
Diana's light saber split the mechanical god body of the fusion, and the God of War Power carved the golden runes of the marriage contract in the void.
Natasha popped out twenty-seven neurotoxin injectors, converting the residual Dark Energy of the villains into the candle flames of the wedding altar.
Felicia's tail wrapped around the reorganizing enemies, and the roots of the quantum rose imprisoned their consciousness in twenty-seven glowing memory palaces—each palace looping tampered classic love scenes.
Wanda's Chaos Magic suddenly materialized into twenty-seven versions of wedding marches, and those melodies carrying the *Batman* organ, *Guardians of the Galaxy* awkward dance, and *Rick and Morty* electronic sound turned into glowing chains, binding the villains completely under the laws of the Initial Universe.
Hode saw all the different versions of heroes and villains beginning to quantum collapse; Iron Man's armor and Batman's cape fused into a new combat suit, and the Flash's Speed Force and Quicksilver's space-time perception intertwined into the Quantum Realm.