lerbook Chapter 175 The Knitting Master
Chapter 175 The Knitting Master
Chapter 175 The Knitting Master
The heirs' departure was not hindered in much way.
One reason is that most Spider-Men aren't the type to go to extremes.
They are always at a disadvantage when confronting the heir family, partly due to their own restraint, but also because of their soft-heartedness.
On the other hand, their attack on the 2099 world has already caused heavy damage to the Spider-Men present, who urgently need to rest.
However, Joey, who was present, did not have such concerns.
Joey, who was betting with Tony one second that he would get the two Franklin cards, was now passing through the portal with the two escaping members of the Heir family.
Earth 001, the lair of the Heirs family.
While suspended in mid-air, Joey was simultaneously stared at by several malicious gazes.
His gaze swept across the dim and gloomy interior of the medieval castle, and onto the human-shaped skeletons and pieces of wood on the dining table not far away.
There was also a group of vampires sitting around the dining table.
Originally, a group of vampires were asking, "Have I disturbed your dinner party?"
The original, who shared the same senses as Joey, was also full of confusion:
[Why is the vision of a family capable of freely traversing infinite parallel universes still so superficial?]
After the Star of Light built the Plasma Spark Tower and its race ascended, it basically achieved peace in the universe in the first ten thousand years.
Thirty thousand years later, this mission was extended to different multiverses.
It's hard to imagine that the heir family, wielding such immense power, would merely use it as a teleportation tool for their live-hunting games.
As Joey's gaze expanded further, the entire world came into view.
Thirty kilometers away lies the open sea, where three-masted sailing ships from the late Renaissance period sail, their combs adorned with pirate skull and crossbones flags, sailing with the wind in search of their next victim.
In another direction, there lies a vast, overlapping wasteland, where drought, famine, and war relentlessly torment all the inhabitants.
On the other side of the desert, where it meets the sea, lies a port town that seems to have existed in the Middle Ages.
This town served as a transportation hub for the heirs, facilitating the passage of wind-powered wooden boats, steamships, horse-drawn carriages, and diesel locomotives.
Things that shouldn't exist in the same stage of historical development have appeared in the same place so naturally, creating a sense of incongruous disconnect.
Such a sense of disconnect is not surprising, because this "universe" itself cannot be called a universe, but is merely a collection of fragmented world remnants.
The entire universe is composed of countless physically broken and fragmented pieces of space superimposed on each other.
It's not hard to guess what happened in the world where these fragments originally came from.
This angered even the usually compassionate First Generation, though he still couldn't agree with Joey's thoughts at this moment:
Technically speaking, I am unwilling to make such a hasty decision regarding the life or death of an entire tribe.
When a mere gesture can destroy a planet or even an entire galaxy, how to wield such power deserves careful and long-term reflection and introspection.
The Land of Light has never proactively sought to eliminate any intelligent race.
The Zarab aliens, skilled in disguise, mostly engage in interstellar infiltration, espionage, and mercenary activities; the cunning and manipulative Mefilas aliens often act as travelers and swindlers in space; and the Barossa aliens, with their strong predatory habits, frequently engage in space pirate activities...
But these races still live well—whether it's the Lipia or anyone else, punishment is only applied to specific individuals, not their entire race.
However, there are always unexpected events.
He had just observed the physiological characteristics of this group through Joey's perspective, with a particular focus on energy.
The conclusion reached is not favorable to the heirs.
The members of this heir family generate almost no energy; their strength and long lifespan are almost entirely sustained by devouring the life force of other creatures.
In a typical ecosystem, this behavior is like wolves hunting lambs or humans eating animals; it is not evil, but rather the way of nature.
However, on the scale of the multiverse, this is a different matter altogether.
A group of such high standing should not simply succumb to its primal instincts, but should find a more suitable approach.
Furthermore, some might turn this survival need into a ritual of pleasure, even recklessly destroying the universe and piecing together its fragments to create their own world.
"roar!"
At the moment Joey and the original were exchanging words, Damiens, who had already died at Joey's hands once, was already eager to avenge being split in two.
He overturned the dining table, leaped high into the air, grabbed his enormous iron hammer, and led the charge:
"You..."
hum~
Before he could finish speaking, Damons, along with his hammer, was reduced to ashes by Joey's gaze. This was a battle with no suspense whatsoever.
There are only a handful of possibilities for an inheritor to defeat a Kryptonian, while Joey himself has countless ways to kill them. After killing Damons again, he still had the mind to argue with Ultraman.
"Don't worry, there are trillions of intelligent races in the multiverse, so losing one heir family won't have any impact."
Aside from Damons, who was just killed by the high temperature, and Verna, who was slapped to death by Leopardon at the beginning, those present included Moron, Jennis, and Bora and Brix, who had just escaped back to this universe with Joey.
Finally, there was the enormous figure seated at the head of the table, Soros, whose physique was several sizes larger than Damons'.
The head of the family that inherits the title.
Soros stood up:
My name is.....
Yu~ Another feverish gaze swept over.
Although I hate to say it, all Joey can feel right now is boredom.
The heir family is hardly a worthy enemy or opponent; I won't have any decent battles in this world.
If Joey wanted to, he wouldn't even need to show these vampires his face; he could burn their brains one by one with his heat vision from beyond their sight.
However, this is obviously a good thing—after experiencing the Fantastic Four, the Destroyer Armor, and the Zarab aliens in a short period of time, what Joey needs least now is to encounter another enemy as powerful as a monster.
"goodbye."
This farewell was not just empty words. According to the updated intelligence from Penny Parker and her team, the Inheritors had built at least one cloning center in an unknown universe.
Until the cloning center is destroyed, the successors will continue to regenerate.
After clearing away all the heir family members present with his thermal vision, Joey flew over the terrified servants and floated towards the very center of the castle.
[interesting.]
Even the most worldly-wise Ultraman, who has traversed countless universes, has never seen such a spectacle [a three-dimensional structure in five-dimensional space, just like me].
Above the dome is a giant spider web, woven from pure life energy; it is the web of life and destiny.
Just as a spider lurks in the shadows of every spider web, waiting for its prey, the owner of this spider web also appears at this moment.
A strange creature, naked from the waist up, its lower body locked into a spider-like mechanical structure:
"I am a knitting master."