novel-books Chapter 335 You are not qualified
Chapter 335 You are not qualified
Chapter 335 You are not qualified
Joey likes cats, but Joey also doesn't like cats.
In some ways, this furry little animal has all the qualities that can be called cute, and Joey will never miss an opportunity to pet it.
But if you examine the core of this animal closely, you'll find that this little thing is truly a cruel bastard.
Most animals hunt only for survival, but felines often hunt without restraint for play.
Kittens are no exception.
Of course, this is due to the nature of animals; under normal circumstances, their brains, which are not even the size of a palm, do not support them learning more advanced moral concepts.
So in most cases where no harm is caused, no one will comment too much on these cute-looking animals.
However, when this situation is applied to intelligent animals, it becomes somewhat intolerable.
Firstly, whether they are Inhumans, Atlanteans, Titans, or any other humanoid creatures under Thanos's command, none of them look cute.
Secondly, and most importantly, they genuinely treat the slaughter of a planet as a pastime.
They could have simply come quietly, planted bombs to destroy every Earth that was about to collide with their world, and then left quietly, thus preserving both universes for the time being.
But they learned to enjoy the process.
When the Illuminati no longer wanted to preserve their own world but instead chose to destroy the worlds of others, opting instead to await their demise in this collision crisis, Neptune Namor stepped forward and selected a group of capable allies.
Thanos, the Titan of Destruction, and his Black Order are a complete double-edged sword.
On the one hand, they are not bound by conventional morality, unlike those who call themselves "superheroes" who are unwilling to get their hands dirty even for survival.
They would be more than happy to destroy life on another parallel universe Earth.
On the other hand, they are all professional butchers and butchers, and they love their jobs.
For them, simply planting a bomb, destroying another Earth, and then evacuating would be far too boring.
Since these people are all going to die eventually anyway, why not give them some fun before they die?
Measured by the life of a planet, dozens of brutal massacres, each one leaving a trail of blood and carnage.
Thanos's Black Order will only stop when the self-righteous superheroes in parallel universes are no longer able to bear the humiliation and kneel down to beg for mercy.
As the "immune system" within Joy's body, Doomsday, entrenched in the depths of consciousness, is in a passive state, yet it is dangerous enough that even the will of the Giant of Light must treat it with caution.
Because of Maximus's recklessness, his thoughts and memories were unconsciously swallowed up deep within Joey's mind.
Then Yang Yi learned about the atrocities these people had committed recently. Even though it was just a few fragmented and brief images, merely the tip of the iceberg of his vast memory, these meaningless bloodthirsty killings still stung his nerves.
Joey's biofield surged dramatically, reaching a point where it was completely unreserved:
"You're all dead!"
The Earth had long since been reduced to a desolate boulder by Ultron's rampage, so he had no need to worry about the aftershocks of the battle tearing apart any tectonic plates or flattening any mountain ranges.
Proxima Midnight once again threw her spear, one of its tips splitting into three black beams that shot straight at Joey from three different angles: front, middle, and rear.
Joey simply charged forward slowly, letting the three spear beams, which were said to be fatal upon impact, pierce him. Before they even got close, they were already being shredded into dissipated energy points by the outer bio-force field.
In no time at all, he appeared in front of Proxima Midnight and grabbed her by the neck before she could react.
The previous "slow approach" only applied to Kryptonians. As for Proxima Midnight, although her fighting skills are among the best in the universe, she certainly couldn't compete with a Kryptonian whose speed could keep up with the Flash in terms of reaction time.
Caught firmly in the grip of the Kryptonians' iron fist, Proxima Midnight was unable to move no matter what tricks she used in the face of absolute power.
To make matters worse, Proxima Midnight noticed that the guy Namor called "the Sun God" had eyes that could truly kill—"How does this feel?"
A burning gaze was gathering in Joey's eyes; he could have pierced her brain in an instant, burning her to a crisp, but that would have been far too easy for her.
"Death is approaching every moment, and you are powerless to stop it."
Dark Night Proxima suppressed the fear on her face. She tried many methods, but none of them could break free. But she was not alone.
The general's blade, which Joey had casually tossed aside, was now resurrected from the dead, with his soul residing within it.
Seeing his wife in trouble, he didn't hesitate to slip into the shadows and deliver a completely silent blow in Superman's shadow.
The blade in his hand, imbued with his own soul, has been shrouded in an ominous curse since the day it was born, a curse that comes from every soul that has perished beneath his blade.
Today, the curse has become powerful enough that the blade can pierce through the skin and flesh of a true god like Thor.
With a clang, the Deathblade, after cutting through the biofield surrounding Joey and piercing through his outer uniform, was blocked outside his skin, producing a metallic clang as it collided.
"Your husband is next."
After saying this, Joey no longer restrained his heat vision, letting it gradually intensify, and then came Proxima Midnight's scream:
"Aaaaaah!"
Ignoring the madman Corvus Glaive who was wielding his blade at him, and letting Proxima Midnight fight back desperately, he simply did what he decided to do.
Finally, Joey slowly and steadily burned through Proxima Midnight's face over a considerable period of time, cooking everything inside its skull.
Like tossing away a piece of trash, Joey tossed the charred Proxima Midnight to the ground and then grabbed Corvus Glaive's blade.
Corvus Glaive swung for so long, but he couldn't cut off a single hair from Joey's body, let alone skin and flesh.
His incredibly sharp blade was firmly stuck in Joey's palm, and no matter how hard the Deathblade pulled, it couldn't be pulled away.
But his soul was still bound to the blade; as long as the blade was there, he was there. He could die, but he could not lose the blade.
Knowing this, Joey exerted force with one hand, and the blade in his hand shattered into more than a dozen pieces with a crack.
This crushing injury was directly reflected in the soul-bound Deathblade. The second after the blade shattered, he let out a shriek, his entire body covered in cracks, and he shattered into pieces along with his blade.
Black Swan was terrified at the sight. She was completely unaware that Corvus Glaive's black blood had splattered onto her pale hair. Having lost the will to fight, she only wanted to escape.
After scanning her entire body, Joey determined that her physical strength was not high, so he picked up a boulder and smashed her into a pile of minced meat.
Then his gaze fell upon the three remaining people present: Namor the Sea King, Tyrant the Galactus Messenger, and Thanos the Mad Titan.
Thanos, watching from afar, observed the deaths of his men and also noticed the unusual behavior of Maximus, who possessed telepathic abilities, but he paid no attention to it.
All he cared about was his own pleasure and his rule.
Thanos slowly stood up and saw the former Galactus messenger Tyrant running away, while Aquaman Namor stood still.
Unlike ordinary people, even knowing the enemy's strength could not deter the great Thanos from challenging his formidable foe.
Superman's red cape billowed in the air, his bio-field dispelling the blood that had just stained it. He slowly descended before Thanos, gazing at him intently.
"This is the first time I've met you, but I never expected it to be under these circumstances."
Thanos, favored by death and fate, had just recently completed the most significant feat of his life: a grand sacrifice to the goddess of death.
Within his own universe, his fame was already known to all; Thanos was simply spreading his reputation to more universes.
"You're angry, why?"
He could see the burning anger in the person before him, but he didn't know where it came from:
"Look at your methods. You're even better than us at killing. Why did you have to pretend to be a weak moralist in the first place?"
Why not unleash your true nature, join our ranks, and kneel before the great Thanos?
"Why,"
Faced with Thanos's verbal barrage, Joy simply sighed and then asked Thanos a question that couldn't be more obvious:
"So, do you have the Infinity Gauntlet now?"
"It's no longer available, but—"
Before Thanos could utter his second sentence, Joy appeared before him like a shadow, piercing through his chest with a single hand.
After tearing out Titan's heart and crushing it, Joy calmly stared at the lifeless Thanos:
"Then you have no right to reason with me."