American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 1083 Oh no! Peter has been kidnapped! Quick, go to the farm and get reinforcements!

Peter manipulated Raven's body, releasing a dazzling stream of light formed by the fusion of the Sands of the Sand and the power of the gods, which was about to strike Black Strange.

However, Black Oddity has a beast-like instinct for danger.

Just as the sand was about to entangle him, a ruthless look appeared in Hei Qiyi's eyes.

"The Cloak of Levitation!"

With a low growl, the scarlet cloak shot out as if it were alive.

The rapidly flying cloak struck Raven's side with a sharp, unexpected angle.

"Uh!"

Peter let out a muffled groan through his daughter's body.

The force of this blow far exceeded Peter's expectations, not only interrupting the spellcasting but also slamming him (Raven) to the ground.

The sand grains surrounding him scattered and flew about, and the light quickly dimmed.

Before Peter could even stand up, Black Strange had already pounced on him.

Beneath the black, strange body, a surge of tangible dark energy emerged.

Countless viscous, pitch-black energy tentacles suddenly shot out, like monstrous pythons from the abyss, instantly wrapping tightly around "Raven's" body and lifting her off the ground.

The tentacles unleash not only immense force, but also a chilling, soul-corroding coldness and a terrifying suction that drains life force.

"Dad, Dad!"

Although Raven's soul was protected by Peter, she still felt a suffocating pain.

Seeing Peter fall into a disadvantageous position, Stephen, enduring his pain, used Cytorak's crimson sash once more to try and tear apart the tentacles wrapped around Peter.

Bruce immediately sprang into action, throwing a sonic batarang and a micro-explosive at Black Strange's back simultaneously in an attempt to distract him.

On the other side, Azu, gritting his teeth, saw his father being controlled, let out a low roar, and raised the Trident of Poseidon.

The weapon, from the mysterious deep sea of ​​Atlantis, burst forth with a dazzling blue-green light in his hands.

"Go to hell, bastard!"

Azu roared and charged toward Hei Qiyi like lightning, his trident crackling with thunder aimed straight at the opponent's heart.

Despite being surrounded by the crowd, Black Strange did not let go of Peter.

Without even turning his head, one of the tentacles wrapped around Peter suddenly split off and lashed out at Stephen's crimson sash like a black lightning bolt.

The two collided, producing a piercing tearing sound, and the crimson energy instantly dissipated.

With a casual wave of his other tentacle, Black Strange detonated all the explosives Batman had fired in mid-air.

As for Azu's all-out fatal blow, Hei Qiyi merely turned slightly to the side, and quickly reached out with his other hand to grab the trident blade that was thrusting towards him.

"Buzz-!"

The divine power on the trident clashed violently with the dark energy, emitting a mournful cry.

Azu's momentum was abruptly halted.

The black monster unleashed powerful magic, and with a crisp "crack," the trident, imbued with the power of thunder, was instantly destroyed by the dark magic.

The moment the halberd shattered, the burst of energy blasted Azu away.

Easily deflecting all attacks, Hei Qiyi's gaze returned to "Raven," who was tightly entangled.

He sensed the immense and peculiar power within the other person desperately resisting his absorption, which only fueled his even stronger predatory desire.

"Let me see what you really are..."

The black creature murmured, and the light from its dark tentacles intensified, suddenly multiplying the power it absorbed.

The tentacles suddenly drew in an indescribable surge of powerful energy and absorbed it into his body.

A torrent of energy, a mixture of stars, dreams, runes, the Tree of Life, and other lights, was forcibly extracted from Raven's body and then absorbed into the Black Strange's body.

The next second, Raven's body went limp and collapsed, the strange light in her eyes disappeared, and she lay on the ground, her life hanging in the balance.

The Black Strange trembled violently the instant it finished devouring the prey.

An expression of disbelief, almost horror, appeared on his face.

strength!

An unimaginable, boundless, and perfectly integrated power, with its diverse attributes, surged and churned within every inch of his dark energy.

Peter possesses the power of the Sandman to create and control dreams, the primordial divine power of the Celestials who created the stars, the cosmic rules contained in the World Tree runes, the pure and fervent power of faith from the land of Zaun on the continent of Valoran, and a certain enhanced life essence far beyond that of ordinary people...

Any one of these forces would have been enough to create a powerful being, but now they are perfectly integrated into one individual, and are consumed by him.

"This...how is this possible?"

Black Strange looked at his hands, feeling the immense power within him that threatened to burst him, yet also made him feel omnipotent. "Peter Patrick, who...who exactly are you?!"

His original target was Wanda's chaotic magic and the powerful force within Peter.

But now, he finds that he no longer needs Wanda's power.

The existence of this man named Peter Padrick is itself an incomprehensible miracle.

A walking, multiverse-scale energy source.

Doubt flashed through my mind like lightning, but was quickly overwhelmed by an even stronger obsession.

“Christine…”

An unprecedented light burst forth from the black, strange eyes. "I've arrived!"

Black Strange raised his head and glanced at the people on the ground—the weak Stephen, the struggling Batman, the unconscious Azu, and the unsure of Raven's fate.

He shook his head, raised his hand to tear through space, and left the Sanctuary, returning to his home universe, the only one he cared about, which had long since been completely annihilated and was now nothingness.

……

Absolute nothingness, even the concepts of time and space have disappeared.

This is the remnant of the Black Strange Universe.

Only endless darkness and deathly silence tell the final story.

A strange, dark figure appeared in this void.

The immense power that devoured Peter flowed around him, illuminating a small patch of nothingness.

Although the energy surrounding his body was exceptionally bright, it still seemed incredibly insignificant in the face of the death of the entire universe.

At this moment, there was no sign of retreat in Hei Qiyi's eyes, only a frantic determination.

He opened his arms as if embracing nothingness.

The energy within his body, which had been fused with multiple supreme powers, began to pour out without reservation.

“In my name, Stephen Strange,” his voice echoed through the void like a divine oracle, “I will reshape this world!”

A vast amount of magical power surged forth, like the first ray of light after the creation of the world.

The rules were forcibly rewritten, and the concepts were redefined.

In the void, specks of starlight were forcibly ignited, eventually coalescing into a galaxy; fragmented matter was extracted from quantum foam and reconstructed into stars and nebulae; physical constants were reset one by one…

The outline of New York City began to emerge slowly and painstakingly from the chaos, gradually becoming clearer.

Streets, skyscrapers, Stark Tower, even the Sanctuary... the world in Black Strange's memories is being frantically reshaped based on his powerful will and strength.

This process was extremely difficult; even after devouring Peter, it was almost like fighting against the death of the entire universe itself.

The power of the Black Strange was being consumed at an unprecedented rate; his body trembled slightly, and even the core of his dark energy began to become unstable.

Exhausted and even losing consciousness, Black Strange finally made it to the last step.

The light eventually stabilized.

A complete New York City, exactly as he remembered it, appeared before him.

The sun shone brightly on the familiar streets, as if all the tragedy had never happened.

Black Strange could no longer hold on. With his strength almost completely depleted, he collapsed heavily to one knee, panting heavily, his body trembling violently from exhaustion.

Just then, in the direction of the unreal, warm sunlight in front of him, a figure slowly emerged from the light.

"Da da da!"

The sound of high heels clicking on the ground was crisp and familiar.

Short blonde hair, a warm smile, a white doctor's uniform...

The other person was the figure he had lost countless times in his nightmares, and the one he had frantically searched for after waking up—Christine Palmer.

Christine, with the gentle smile he remembered, walked towards him step by step, her eyes filled with love and tenderness. She reached out her warm hand and gently stroked his pale, cold face, which was pale from exhaustion.

"Stephen..."

Christine's voice was like heavenly music, "It's so good to meet you."

The strange black body suddenly stiffened.

He looked up, staring incredulously at the face so close to his, his eyes instantly surging with intense emotions—ecstasy, shock, longing, pain… He was almost overwhelmed by them.

Blackie trembled as he raised his hand and grasped his girlfriend's hand that was stroking his face, feeling the real, warm touch of her. He even lowered his head slightly to feel the warmth of this lost and regained feeling more deeply on his cheek.

“Me too… It’s so good to see you, Christine.”

He responded in a low, hoarse voice.

“Stephen, I love you,” Christine’s smile grew even brighter, filled with the joy of having something lost and then regained. “We can be together again.”

The sunlight shone on her, and everything was as perfect as the most beautiful dream.

However, as he looked at his girlfriend's face so close to his own, the complex expression on Hei Qiyi's face grew increasingly intense.

As the frenzied joy faded, a deeper pain emerged.

He jerked backward, breaking free from that warm hand.

“I hope, I hope this is true, but you, you are not her.”

"what?!"

Christine looked surprised and hurt. "I am Christine, Stephen. Don't you recognize me?"

"Do not……"

Black Strange shook his head painfully, his voice low and desperate, "I can feel... her aura, every part of her, her soul, her every smile and frown. I have never forgotten that you are not her."

He looked around at New York, which seemed perfect and sunny, but he couldn't feel a trace of real vitality.

Everything is an exquisite replica.

"These are all false dreams..."

He stared into the void, as if talking to himself, or perhaps to some hidden adversary, “Dreams only ever give people a sense of illusory floating. No matter how realistic the simulation, it lacks that heavy, unique weight of reality.”

“Peter Patrick…come out. I know this is a dream you created. Your tricks are indeed superb; they almost fooled me.”

In the void, all was silent.

Then, as if a curtain had been drawn back, the "Christine" before our eyes, the sunny New York City, began to ripple and distort like a reflection in water, before finally disappearing completely.

The surrounding scenery reverted to that cold, desolate void of cosmic ruins.

A rift opened in the void, and Peter, in the form of possessing Raven, slowly stepped out.

His expression was somewhat solemn, and his eyes were filled with shock.

How could this guy realize he was in a dream?
In the previous battle, Peter was not devoured by the opponent, Azu and the others were not injured, and naturally, the Black Strange did not reshape the universe.

From the moment Black Strange used its tentacles to entangle him, everything that followed was a dream meticulously crafted by Peter for Black Strange.

After getting entangled in the sand, Peter pulled him into the dream world he had created, intending to trap him there, but the guy actually found out.

Am I really that bad at creating dreams?
Or is this guy just abnormally strong?
Peter began to doubt himself.

"How...did you realize you were in a dream world?"

Peter looked at the black-clad figure and asked in confusion, "You can actually see through the dream I wove directly for you?"

Hei Qiyi slowly stood up. Although he had exhausted a great deal of strength, breaking free from the dream seemed to have freed him from his last bit of hesitation.

"Because the real Christine is something no one can imitate."

Black Strange shook his head and said, "Even if it's a dream, it won't work. Thank you for weaving this dream for me. Now... let's truly put an end to all of this, Peter Patrick."

Without saying a word, Black Strange launched another attack.

Mobilizing its powerful internal energy, Black Strange launched an even more ferocious attack.

Peter dared not be negligent and dealt with the situation with all his might.

The two figures flickered in the void, and each collision caused the space to tremble.

Magic circles and energy beams intertwine, distorting dreams and reality.

The Black Strange attacked frantically, unleashing the full power of the monsters it had devoured.

"Oh!"

After a violent collision, Peter was struck by a torrent of dark energy, grunted, and was sent flying backward.

The protective light surrounding him flickered violently and dimmed considerably.

After regaining his footing in the air, Peter was shocked to find that he was gradually falling into a disadvantageous position.

But this is a dream world. How could I possibly lose on my own turf?
Faced with the attack from the Black Strange, Peter casually created a mountain range in the dream world.

The mountains beneath Hei Qiyi's feet suddenly rose up, sending him flying.

Peter immediately unleashed his divine energy, sending the Black Strange flying into the void once more.

……

In the real world, the ruins of a strange, three-eyed sanctuary.

Where did they go?

Amélie stood there, her expression blank.

She watched helplessly as Peter controlled Raven, disappearing with Black Strange into the distorted light and shadow, as if erased from reality by an invisible eraser.

Without a deafening explosion or a rift tearing through dimensions, the two simply vanished without a trace.

America turned to Doctor Strange, who was leaning against the broken wall and panting, hoping to get an answer from him.

Stephen struggled to catch his breath and said weakly, "A dream."

"Dream?"

Seeing America's confused expression, he further explained: "Peter Patrick, in a sense, is the spokesperson for the god of sleep. He can manipulate dreams and blur the boundaries between reality and fantasy."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "He may have dragged the Black Strange into the deeper dream dimension—a battlefield where he controls the rules."

America processed the information, her worry only increasing: "Then...can he win? That Black Strange, he looks..."

"Terrifyingly powerful?"

Stephen continued, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his lips, "Yes, even if Peter possesses those incomprehensible powers, facing a Sorcerer Supreme who wields unparalleled power..."

He didn't finish speaking, but his worry was written all over his face.

Stephen's gaze swept over the ruins, as well as the equally shocked Illuminati members and Azu. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a plan took shape in his mind.

“America,” Stephen said, straightening up despite the excruciating pain, “you have to open a portal and take me to Peter’s world, to his farm, and bring Peter’s children here. Only then will we have a better chance of winning.”

He was determined to go to the DC universe, bring back the Fathers of Padrick Farm, and fight the Black Strange together.

After all, there is strength in numbers, and among Peter's sons and daughters, there are several who even make him somewhat wary.

Your dad is in trouble now, hurry up and help him!
America staggered back half a step, as if burned: "What? No... I can't do it. Just now... just now I came to this universe because Mr. Peter helped me. He guided my power. I was just... going with the flow. I can't do it on my own..."

"You have just traversed the multiverse."

Stephen emphasized, his tone urgent, "You did it."

"That's different!"

America's voice trembled with tears, the shadows of the past gripping her instantly. "Mr. Patrick was there then, but now it's just me... I'll mess this up... I might throw us into space, or worse... I..."

Her breathing became rapid, and the terrible scene seemed to reappear before her eyes—she had accidentally opened a portal, only to watch helplessly as her mother disappeared into it, never to be found again.

Fear, like cold chains, bound her tightly.

Stephen gazed at her, his tone softening. "America, listen to me. What happened in the past was a tragedy, but it cannot define your future, much less define who you are."

He took a difficult step forward, ignoring the pain in his ribs: "Your ability is not a curse. It is a unique miracle, just like you. Peter believes in you, so he guides you, but he cannot 'give' you the power you don't already possess. He simply helps you see what you already have."

"I can not do it……"

America shook her head and took a step back.

"Whether it's magic or superpowers, to some extent, it's about belief."

Stephen continued, his eyes fixed on her, “I believe in runes, I believe in spells, I believe in Vishanti… but I believe in myself the most, and so do you. You just need to believe in yourself. You don’t need complicated gestures or spells, America. You just need to believe you can do it.”

(End of this chapter)