69novels Chapter 191 Weapons
Chapter 191 Weapons
Chapter 191 Weapons
It turns out that patients shouldn't be left to handle seeking medical advice and treatment on their own.
Looking at these two incredibly intelligent individuals whose IQ and skills rivaled those of medieval doctors, Silver Slip was momentarily unable to keep up with their pace.
Although the strangely made card repelled his power, he figured that if he spent some time figuring out a way, he could eventually extract the card from the other person's body.
However, the other party has now chosen to use violent means to open the abdomen and forcibly remove the organ.
Aside from someone who's just looking for trouble, Silver Slipper can't think of anyone else who could hate themselves so much.
"Ah, I've got it!" After the plan to smash his chest with a hammer was rejected, Thor clapped his hands, a brilliant idea striking him: "Remember what I said before?"
Which sentence?
From Joey's perspective, Thor hadn't said many words to him in total. At this moment, one side of his heart was being constantly torn apart and regenerated under the pressure of the sharp edge of the N metal.
The sound of this echoed in his ears, and he couldn't concentrate on recalling which of Thor's useless words had actually come out: "You've said far too much nonsense!"
Mjolnir, empowered by Thor's power, might be able to penetrate Joey's defenses, but going to the Red Sun would be too slow. So, Thor remembered what he'd said a few days ago when he was drunk and boasting.
He was saying that if Little Joe, who didn't exist yet, wanted it, he could have Loki steal Gungnir from his own father Odin and keep it for a few days.
What we lack now is a scalpel strong enough to pierce through the skin and flesh of Kryptonians, and Gungnir is just the right choice.
"Heimdall!"
The light of the rainbow bridge flickered, and the divine spear, which was always accurate when thrown, was retrieved from the treasure vault of the Celestial Palace. The runes on both sides of the spearhead were shining brightly.
Now that Odin is asleep, Loki has been exiled, and Thor is practically lawless in Asgard, even taking his own father's personal weapon out of the realm of the gods without hesitation.
"It's just a surgical procedure!"
Thor, brandishing his spear as if harboring some personal grudge, thrust it at Joey without hesitation: "Come on, stand still!"
"This isn't surgery, it's murder!" After dodging Thor's mindless stab, Joey now felt that this open-heart surgery wasn't necessary.
After all, compared to being stabbed by Gungnir, the spear of eternity, having a piece of N metal stuck in one's chest cavity doesn't seem like such a fatal thing.
Thor was still pointing the Spear of Eternity at Joey's chest, gesturing wildly: "Relax, you won't die. Don't feel pressured. Look how relaxed I am now!"
"Of course you're not under pressure; you're not the one who got stabbed!"
"The situation is urgent, there's no time to waste! Please lend a hand, sir!"
Thor waved his hand, preparing to have Silver Slick forcibly restrain Joey, then grinned maliciously and said:
"Don't worry, Superman, it won't hurt much, at least not as much as when you used your heat vision to stitch up that huge laceration!"
Gungnir's spear tip easily passed through the bio-field, cleaving the flesh of his chest in two. Blood congealed into tiny beads that floated into space. Joey groaned, finally understanding why Thor was being so eager:
"So, you little brat, you were just waiting for me here?!"
Upon hearing this, Joey immediately took it to heart—how could Thor, an Asgardian god who had lived for thousands of years, be so immature and hold grudges like a child!
Damn it, when I meet him in the future, I'll make sure he suffers as much as I can!
While the three were still arguing, Galactus had shrunk in size and descended upon New York City following the signal from his messenger.
Even shrunk in size, Galactus is still a colossal creature to any living being on Earth; at this moment, he is even taller than the Statue of Liberty outside New York Bay.
Like countless other similar planets he had visited in countless universes, this was a vibrant planet, perfectly suited to his feeding conditions.
In the distance, fighter jets dropped cutting-edge energy missiles developed from the decay of energy rays from the Cosmic Cube. These dangerous weapons, which could theoretically wipe out half a city in an instant, silently twisted and disintegrated as they approached the body of the star-devourer.
The firearms and tank shells of the ground rapid reaction force disappeared in a flash after being launched.
The external physical form of Galactus is merely a projection of itself, and it is almost unaffected by any material damage. These attacks from humans are insignificant to him.
A cosmic-level consciousness permeated the entire city; Galactus could easily read the emotional fluctuations of everyone present.
From these humans' perspectives, they are fighting against themselves, the evil invaders, and battling for their own survival.
Devouring a living planet may seem evil, but if you take a broader view of the multiverse, it is simply a natural phenomenon.
In order to sustain its existence, it must eat continuously, just as a wolf hunts sheep on the grassland, and the sheep graze on the grass.
All of this is simply a natural, normal cycle.
At first, Galactus would care about these trivial matters, but as long as enough time passed, life on the planet would no longer be a problem for him to feed on.
Compared to Galactus, life on a planet is far too insignificant, so insignificant that the difference between the two is far beyond the scope of the other's comprehension.
This difference is like how humans don't care what a yeast on their bread slice thinks when they eat breakfast.
With a wave of his hand, three golden rings appeared from the void, nesting together to form the shape of a semi-material energy tower.
Although every move he makes is indistinguishable from magic, Galactus himself is a very scientific being. He was the last survivor of the previous generation of the universe, a scientist.
This structure is a planetary-level mass-energy converter, which he personally built to help him better devour planets.
The moment the tower landed, the ground beneath Galactus's feet, along with the surrounding seawater, buildings, and other structures, began to annihilate, transforming from a material state into a pure energy state, which was continuously drawn into the machine.
All of this was observed by Iron Man and his group from a distance.
"That's too complicated. Basically, it's like their rice cooker." "No, I think it's a microwave!" "It's more like a blender!" "Has anyone ever eaten hot pot?"
Faced with the cacophony of chatter from the many Spider-Men present, Tony, who was about to explain the machine's principles from a professional perspective, lowered his head and covered his face.
I was impressed by the other party's very untimely and down-to-earth analogy: "It's not wrong if you insist on understanding it that way."
Superman disappeared after fighting the silver invader from outer space, and now he has to face an alien god. The only people he can rely on are a group of talkative Spider-Men who can shoot webs and swing between buildings!
"We know how to deal with Galactus!" "Throw rocks at him!" "Let Squirrel Girl handle it!" "Just build a beam cannon and blast him!" "Blow up his rice cooker!"
Among those present were Spider-Men who had already witnessed Galactus in other universes, and they took turns bombarding Tony with their opinions, offering him various suggestions.
It is not impossible.
Among these varied suggestions, Tony still managed to pick out one or two that were usable. For example, blowing up the enemy's rice cooker—oops, the energy converter—might slow down the enemy's rate of devouring Earth.
Or perhaps I could try my best to create a weapon powerful enough to threaten the gods.
Tony considers himself quite skilled at making weapons.