American Comics: The Matrix

Chapter 505 There’s a cow!
Dozens of massive warships were pierced directly by the black shadow.

Every Kryptonian is an upgraded version of Captain Marvel, capable of taking down one or two spaceships with ease.

Even those tentacle monsters, larger than planets, couldn't escape their heat vision and were instantly pierced through and cut in half.

In a universe without Kryptonite, who would dare to provoke hundreds of Kryptonians who have absorbed the yellow sunlight?

But the guys from the cancerous universe aren't going to surrender so easily.

Those former heroes were twisted in body, and even their thoughts seemed to be infected by some kind of will, causing them to do things that contradicted the justice they once upheld.

The cancer-ridden Captain America, wielding his adamantium shield, advanced against the heat of his gaze.

His eyes gleamed with madness, and two thin, purple tongues shot out from his mouth, only to freeze into ice shards that shattered at the slightest push.

This was an absolutely crushing battle.

In less than thirty minutes, the situation became one-sided.

Crazy Class and Bad Class are also fighting, but they aren't putting in much effort.

Especially Ben, who would normally transform into a giant and use a cosmic storm to directly confront the heat vision, to see whether stellar energy or the power of a cosmic storm is stronger.

But that's not his mission right now. Rather than fighting them here, he should find a chance to leave.

After all, he is not immortal.

"The extremely small person".

He seized the opportunity, transforming into a tiny human amidst the chaos, and disappeared into the dust.

Bad Ban didn't expect Mad Ban to run away from the fight. He simply didn't want to put in the effort and felt there was no need to fight these powerful guys.

Although he's practically immortal now, he still feels some pain when he's shattered.

at the same time.

Deep within the Void Zero, Thanos's soul is being tormented by layers of fire and ice.

Like Thanos in all universes, he once attempted to use the power of the Infinity Stones to wipe out half of all life in the universe.

It was for the sake of balance, but also to gain the favor of the goddess of death.

But because of Bant, his plan was thwarted before he even obtained the Power Stone.

Gamora later traded him for the Soul Stone, but was unexpectedly possessed by Thanos. After several twists and turns, Bant helped Gamora break free from Thanos and imprisoned Thanos's soul in the deepest part of the Void.

At the edge of nothingness, Thanos's soul was constantly tormented.

But at this moment, he felt the pain in his body slowly disappearing, and his exposed soul seemed to be protected by a shell.

His body was somehow being reborn.

But this did not bring him any joy; on the contrary, it caused him great pain.

"No!"

In the deepest part of the void, this sycophant of death let out a mournful wail.

Because it meant that he had been rejected by death once again.

In the invisible shadows, a curvaceous woman shrouded in a black robe is watching Thanos intently.

That ugly purple sweet potato!

If someone were to look directly at her figure, they would discover that beneath the cloak lay not a beautiful face, but a grim, white skeleton.

He is death itself.

For thousands of years, He has kept Thanos, this wild dog, tethered by love, driving him to constantly bring killing and vibrant life to Him.

But He had completely given up on Thanos several years ago.

With someone like Bant Parker around, Thanos has lost his reason for existing.

He already has a more suitable spokesperson in mind.

But now, with the existence of the cancerous universe constantly invading this universe, Death has once again remembered Thanos, the abandoned pawn.

Those guys from the cancerous universe are looking for a spokesperson for the death of this universe, what they call a "corpse examiner".

Death doesn't want its hard-won new representative to sacrifice countless lives for it—countless warriors of the Dark Order, a vast number of souls from the Nine Realms, the three great empires and their countless lives, and even its precious souls like Duel and Mojas, to be targeted by dangerous elements from other universes!

So He planned to use Thanos as a pawn, a smokescreen.

“Thanos,” He called out.

This was the first time Thanos had heard His voice since he killed his mother when he was young.

The familiar feeling is back.

The purple sweet potato spirit was immediately invigorated.

Like a loser, he spat on his smooth forehead, trying to smooth out non-existent hair.

"die!"

My love!

Why do you keep rejecting me?

He said with deep emotion, "I am willing to return to your embrace; please take my humble soul with you."

“I will, but you must do one last thing for me to prove your sincerity,” Death said softly.

"I will not give up even if I die!"

Thanos's gaze was as determined as if he were about to join the Communist Party.

"No matter what it is, I will accomplish it. Even if you ask me to completely wipe out all life in the universe and offer them all to you, I will do it without hesitation!"

"No!"

"This is even my mission!"

He looked expectantly at death, his expression clearly saying: Tell me, woman, who do you want to kill?
"I need you to save someone's life."

Thanos: ? ? ?
"Did I hear you wrong? Are you the goddess of death, or the goddess of life?"

Thanos wondered if his ears were underdeveloped and he was hallucinating.

“You heard me right, Thanos. You must make sure Bantpark lives. He is the man I value, my agent, my lover.”

Thanos: ? ? ?
No, ladies?
Is this right?
There are bullfrogs!
“But,” Thanos stammered, “I thought I was your agent, I was your…”

The lowly Thanos couldn't even utter the word "lover".

Actually, that wasn't the case to begin with.

He was nothing more than a tool of death.

When needed, they'll use a few seductive words and a flirtatious wink; when not needed, they'll kick it aside.

Just like a goddess and a simp.

A sycophant should just honestly open his wallet and not think about anything else.

You won't even get a chance to push someone's butt.

If you really want to feel sorry for your goddess, then be sensible and buy her medicine yourself while you wait outside her room.

"Okay, I understand..."

Thanos is like a minotaur, a miserable and incompetent husband.

Watching his wife willingly fall into the arms of his greatest enemy, and even having to spend his own money to support both of them.

However, he was quite happy with it.

"I will do it. I'm willing to do anything to get back to you!"

Isn't it just paying with your life?

He couldn't ask for it.

A true death allows one's soul to return to the woman one loves.

And what about Bant Park?

He can only receive a pitiful, eternal life, just like his former self!

I won too much!
Thanos thought to himself!

But death did not tell him that his soul could not return to its own side, because those in the cancerous universe would offer him to those twisted ancient gods.

(End of this chapter)