A Green Goblin had only just picked up an exaggeratedly styled energy rifle, a frantic, bloodlust-filled smile still hanging over his face.
But in the next split second, a streak of blue lightning moving at the absolute limit flashed past before his eyes. He couldn't even see clearly what it was, merely sensing a strand of coldness instinctively.
Immediately following, his field of vision began to spin heaven and earth around. The final frozen image was his own torso, which lacked a head, as well as a pillar of blood shooting straight into the sky.
I... am dead?
The exact split second this thought flashed past, his consciousness plunged thoroughly into a long-lasting darkness.
And the death of this Green Goblin was merely a micro-perceptible link within this bloody feast. Beside him, an unknown number of companions were just as silent as he was.
There were no miserable shrieks, no struggling, and not even the time to react. Those multiversal villains who were clamoring in the previous second to tear the Spider-Men into shredded pieces became icy corpses in the very next second.
Over their faces, expressions of bewilderment and arrogance were actually still frozen tight.
"FUCK!"
Miguel O'Hara, who had only just hit the ground, watched Peter almost "part down the middle" the villain army numbering in the tens of thousands within the blink of an eye. For a time, he was so shocked he couldn't even speak words.
He had witnessed countless battles and had ended the lives of countless criminals with his own hands, but he had never seen slaughter this highly efficient.
It was simply... far too fucking ridiculous!
"Don't just stand there dazed! Hurry and keep up!" The voice of Ultimate Spider-Man beside him caused him to snap back to his senses violently from his shock. "Once this path 'heals,' I guarantee you will look more tragic than those pieces of trash."
Hearing these words, Miguel subconsciously shuddered. Not daring to harbor any more hesitation, he immediately chased rapidly toward the direction where Peter had departed.
"Tsk, it's getting a bit boring!"
After slaughtering his way back and forth through the villain army before his eyes, Evil Peter suddenly smacked his lips, only feeling an inexplicable emptiness.
Engaging in matchless grass-mowing—of course one would feel refreshed at the absolute beginning. But as time moved forward, that kind of uninteresting nature lacking any interactive feedback was gradually amplified.
To put it bluntly, killing these villains before his eyes truly didn't feel much different from killing chickens. The experience was a far cry from the passionate counter-attacks against Laufey previously.
Right at the exact same time, Evil Peter was growing weary of this grass-mowing game, the villain legion was also thoroughly broken by Peter's slaughter.
Ever since they arrived in this universe, they had already been reduced to the absolute bottom layer of society, long lacking that sense of superiority that previously overrode the masses.
Now, seeing Peter—whose offenses could be called a dimensional strike and who looked like a fellow whose mental state wasn't entirely normal—where could they still give birth to thoughts of exhausting their full strength to defeat their opponent?
Each and every one of them immediately threw down the weapons in their hands, weeping, screaming, and fleeing in all directions like headless flies, only wishing their parents had born them with a couple more legs.
"A bunch of useless trash!"
The castle rooftop.
Jennix, who was originally preparing to watch those little spiders get sliced into pieces by the villain legion right here, had his mental defenses broken.
He had never imagined those pieces of trash would actually be this useless. He had originally thought that even if ten thousand pigs were piled before those invaders, they could obstruct them for quite a period of time.
Yet he absolutely hadn't expected these fellows to actually be inferior to pigs, breaking apart from the slaughter after holding out for less than a single minute.
"This actually can't be blamed entirely on them!"
Beside Jennix, Karn, who wore a hood over his head, knit his brows slightly, yet he still opened his mouth with tolerated patience:
"The spider leading them is indeed not simple. I have hunted outside for so many years, yet I have never seen totem power this formidable!"
This line of his instead reminded Jennix.
"Could it be that..." A somewhat absurd thought surfaced within his mind—Big Brother and the others have all been played? That "Other" fellow fabricated an illusion of waiting for death in his own universe, yet in reality, he played a base-swapping tactic, preparing to achieve a counter-kill through this strategy?
At this thought, Jennix's eyeballs rolled, and a plan immediately came to mind. Looking toward Karn beside him with a slight expression of disgust, he opened his mouth imperiously:
"Hey, you go take responsibility for obstructing them!"
"Then what about you!" Karn's face beneath the hood subconsciously frowned, only feeling that this brother of his was somewhat losing face for their Inheritor family.
"Me?" Jennix let out a cold laugh before replying, "Naturally, it is to notify Father to return and capture this fellow. Dammit, I also don't know what exactly is going on with Morlun and the others, having their base stolen by someone without even reacting yet!
No matter what is said, you fellow must obstruct him before I call Father over... if you screw things up again this time, don't even think about finding an opportunity to return to the family in the future!"
Listening to Jennix's tone, which didn't treat him as a brother in the slightest, Karn subconsciously tightened his grip on the energy harpoon in his hand.
But the moment he thought about how this was indeed the solitary opportunity to allow himself—a child who had wandered outside for several hundred years—to return home, he didn't open his mouth to argue back further.
He merely carried his harpoon and prepared to jump down.
But right at this exact moment...
"I heard you~"
A glaring blue flowing light rapidly magnified within their retinas. It turned out that although Peter was a thousand meters away, he had noticed the unusual movements of the two of them and instantaneously rushed right near them.
"Wanting to call for backup is not permitted, you know."
As Evil Peter spoke, he casually kicked out a Tempest Kick, knocking Karn back a good distance on the spot.
"Useless piece of trash!"
Seeing Karn actually get knocked back by a casually kicked-out blow from the Other, Jennix still assumed this was merely his brother's lack of strength.
However, firstly, he had heard Daemos mention that the Other's strength was very formidable, and secondly, he perceived himself as a scientist who used his brain and shouldn't engage in some physical melee combat with the opponent.
Therefore, he didn't choose to display power to his "foolish little brother" in a fit of sudden impulse. Instead, without even thinking, he turned his head to leave, preparing to contact their old father, Solus.
Only, before he could even leave the rooftop, he heard an impatient voice transmit from behind him:
"I said calling for backup is not permitted. Are you deaf?"
Before the words could even finish falling, the Vibranium longsword had already transformed into a streak of cold light, instantly slicing across Jennix's neck.
Pfft!
A head wearing glasses shot into the sky, that greedy and bewildered expression still maintained over his face.
An instant kill!
Jennix, who prided himself on being the absolute strongest brain of the Inheritor family, only realized at this precise moment that he had committed an incomparably severe error.
It turned out... it wasn't that the villain army was truly useless trash, nor was it that Karn's strength was insufficient.
Rather, it was that this Other was actually formidable to the degree of being able to directly instant-kill even Inheritors like them who fed upon totem power!
This was trouble! Father must be notified to return immediately; otherwise... the factory might be in danger!
At the final moment before his consciousness vanished, Jennix didn't harbor any hesitation, immediately pressing the remote control to crank the factory's operational efficiency to the absolute maximum while simultaneously opening a remote connection.
Meanwhile, not far beside him, Karn's eyes looked ready to split open upon witnessing this scene.
"Jennix!"
Looking at the tragic death of his own brother, despite not having returned home for several hundred years, Karn still plunged into a violent rage instantly. He let out a furious roar, the energy harpoon in his hand bursting with a glaring light as he stabbed toward Evil Peter like mad.
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