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Of course, this was just an ideal plan. Harry wasn't entirely confident of implementing it. After all, his understanding of psychic powers was limited to the knowledge held by the Time Administration. As for his technology, it went without saying that it received only mediocre reviews from those in Hebron and Kamar-Taj.
But Harry was adept at using psychic-powered equipment and tools. After all, the Time Administration also served as a psychic energy distributor. He had mastered some of the equipment from Heberon during his training.
"It's good this way. Since you showed up on your own initiative, I don't need to waste time looking for you. No matter what, as long as I can obtain the knowledge in your brain, I will eventually find a way to solve the problem." The darkness in Doom's body re-emerged, and his voice became sharp.
The disheveled Reed's appeal to Doom has greatly diminished, and his current target is the newly appeared Harry Osborn and his partner.
"Is he still human now?" Little Harry shuddered as he looked at the deformed Doom. He had always believed that psychic energy was a powerful energy source. Even though Big Harry had repeatedly warned him of its dangers, he had never witnessed how dangerous it was. But Doom's deformity before him had made Little Harry realize the corrosive nature of psychic energy. The soldiers, dazed and controlled like puppets, had made him witness the rapid and highly contaminating effects of psychic energy on intelligent life.
"Of course he can't be considered human," Big Harry replied with certainty. "He's been severely corroded by psychic energy. The mages say it's a curse and backlash of energy. Technically, he's been infected and transformed into another life form."
"That means he's no longer the human he used to be, right?" Little Harry concluded.
"You can understand it this way. If human character is diverse, then the transformed life is simply a certain extreme singularity. This is a failed evolution.
Of course, I didn't say that, but the technicians at Heberon. They believe that any convert who can't maintain their original human form, consciousness, and ideals is a failure. This is because the closer the conversion process gets to its conclusion, the more their consciousness becomes affected and distorted. They retain their human memories, knowledge, and skills, but they are no longer the same species or soul. "Big Harry said this," he said. It was his first time witnessing the transformation process of psychic erosion and contamination firsthand. The mental oppression and spiritual pollution he felt made him feel deeply uncomfortable.
Big Harry doesn't want to be infected by the source of pollution in front of him and then become one of them.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you, but can you please take care of this guy first? After we're done, can't we eat and talk?" Johnny cast a wall of fire to block Doom's shadow attack. Feeling a little unhappy, he complained to Harry and the others.
"How do we deal with him? Cut off the door behind him? I've observed that the source of his power comes from the world behind the door." Reed also came over. He had observed during the previous battle that the source of the overwhelming and oppressive energy in Doom's body, which was also the reason for his mutation and recovery from his psychic bomb, was the door behind Doom's door.
Even Reed thought that the reason why Doom didn't leave here was not only because of his disgust and aversion to himself, but perhaps it was also related to that door.
"Solution? The best way is to seal the opponent and stop the transformation process." Big Harry shook his head.
"How to seal it?" Reed asked subconsciously.
"That requires some equipment, or some wizards." Big Harry was also somewhat helpless. He was just a clerk! A clerk! The incident had happened suddenly, leaving him no time to prepare or respond. Therefore, he didn't have the equipment that the Time Administration used to seal certain energies and creatures. He couldn't manufacture that equipment himself. That was Heberon's exclusive technology.
"What about killing him? How about killing him?" Johnny and his sister asked eagerly while fighting with Doom in the air, preventing him from getting close.
"If you can do it," Big Harry shrugged. The symbiote suit switched to anti-contamination mode. This mass-produced symbiote was selected by the Time Administration from Osborn, who had obtained the corresponding technology license from Hyperion, specifically for use as isolation and protective clothing for their own soldiers. The added combat power it provided was actually a supplement.
It can effectively protect the symbiote from being eroded by energy with a certain pollution index, whether it is dark energy or dark psionic erosion.
Of course, the protection provided by this mass-produced symbiote is not 100%. Some unlucky people in heavily polluted areas failed to leave in time, or did not take off their symbiote suits after reaching a safe area. This exceeded the protection level, and the contaminated symbiote in turn would subtly contaminate its symbiont.
Every time a mission is carried out, if there is high-dimensional energy or psychic energy in the mission area, then when returning to the Time Administration, one must first go through a cleansing procedure.
But now, looking at the degree of Doom's distortion and the concentration of psychic energy detected, Big Harry was a little worried about whether the symbiote protective suit on his body, which was made under limited conditions, could withstand the erosion of psychic energy.
After all, erosion, pollution, and high entanglement are the most troublesome aspects of psychic energy. If the power of the abyss begins to emerge and descend, then the best course of action for all life in this universe, and even in the surrounding areas, is to end itself. This is a kind of relief.
"Don't you think there's any way?" Reed wanted to help his girlfriend and friend, but when he saw Big Harry pulling out a ball of liquid from his body and fiddling with something, he asked without giving up.
The strength and perversion displayed by Doom were beyond people's imagination. It was as if he was impossible to kill. No matter how big the trauma he suffered, even if he was squeezed into a ball of meat paste by Susan's mental power, he could still recover and contaminate and erase part of Susan's and hers.
This made Susan and the others' strength become weaker and weaker, while Doom's strength became stronger and stronger as the energy from the door poured in. The psychic restraint measures imposed by Big Harry when he appeared became less and less effective.
At this moment, Doom looked like a humanoid creature with an octopus face, with an iron mask and flesh and blood combined together, animated by psychic power.
"He is now a source of dark psychic pollution. There is no point in killing him! Death is not the end, but the beginning of disaster for this world. The end is the most difficult and troublesome thing about high-dimensional energy." Big Harry ignored Reed's words and continued to carefully control the psychic energy he had extracted to shape the black liquid in his hand.
"So, you came here to tell us that there is no way to solve this problem?" Reed was a little angry.
"Of course you and I can't solve this problem. We don't have the equipment, the manpower, and the time. Professional matters should be left to professionals." As Big Harry spoke, he threw the liquid in his hand to the ground, watching it merge into the ground and escape towards the door.
"Where are the professionals?" Reed looked around.
"We need to buy time." Big Harry didn't mention that he had already sent a call for help. As long as he could seize control of the portal's energy, mix it with the energy he had accumulated from Osborn, and emit it as a wave signal observable by the Time Administration, the rest would be up to fate. Of course, after all this, Big Harry now had to contain Distortion Doom to buy time for his plan.
Perhaps reinforcements would arrive within a second, or perhaps they would never arrive until he died and the World Cup was polluted and destroyed. Big Harry could only pray for good luck.
If he had the Time Administration's equipment with him, he might be more confident now.
Wind, fire, frost, thunder.
The power of magic exploded brilliantly in Doom's hands, and the Fantastic Four, including Ben who regained consciousness, were all defeated one by one except Reed who fought against Doom.
Johnny was frozen to the ground by a mass of ice. The flames on his body quickly shrank and extinguished under the influx of extreme cold power, finally revealing his true form. He turned into an ice sculpture-like pillar.
Ben was once again infused with a flood of spiritual energy. Blood-red flames blazed from his body, and his eyes once again turned blood red. His consciousness was tormented by waves of frantic and chaotic whispers.
But as he saw Susan teetering in the thunder, Reed, behind him, charged forward, his body as supple as a snake, stretching out to envelop Susan in layers. Instantly, the lightning in the area twisted into a ball, converging on Reed. His twisting body resembled a tree trunk, with branches of lightning spreading outward.
Reed's rubbery physique made him extremely resistant to lightning, almost immune. When the lightning dissipated, Reed collapsed to the ground like a limp snake, revealing Susan Stone, whom he had protected so well.
"Reed!" Susan subconsciously squatted down and hugged Reed, who had shrunk back to his normal human form. She felt as if his body had a high fever, and his skin felt warm to the touch.
"How touching. Perhaps my greatest mercy is to let you die together?"
Doom's voice came over. Reed turned his head in Doom's direction and saw the shadows under his feet spreading outward like flowing water along the ground. A sense of crisis suddenly surged in Reed's heart.
Before Reed could say "run fast", he and Susan, who was very tired due to excessive exertion, saw a dark shadow suddenly flash in the shadows on the ground in front of them, and a black blade like a mantis's arm slashed towards Susan's neck in an instant.
Reed subconsciously stretched out his arms to wrap around Susan's body, wanting to use his rubbery physique to help her resist. At this moment, he didn't even care that his body had no protection against this strange shadow blade; he just made the move subconsciously.
His actions made no sense.
But Susan didn't die either.
A golden crossbow bolt shot out, pinning the leaping shadow to the ground. Reed and Susan could even see the shadowy creature twisting and thrashing wildly on the ground, seemingly in pain, like a snake pierced through the throat.
Even though it was just a shadowy creature, Reed and the others actually felt a sense of power from its struggle. But the golden crossbow bolt was firmly nailed to the ground. Soon, the living shadow creature and the golden crossbow bolt disappeared together, and fell silent.
"Be careful, I can't save you every time. I don't have many uses for this power right now." The crossbow transformed into a ball of liquid and re-entered Harry's palm. He took a deep breath. When deprived of psionic energy, the symbiote suit can draw on the emotions of the symbiote's owner as energy. Besides its protective properties, the mass-produced symbiote also has other functions, such as amplifying combat power, helping the symbiote master psionic powers and release techniques.
Big Harry did not lie to Reed and the others. With his current physical strength and energy, he could not release such high-intensity holy light attacks continuously.
The symbiote suddenly rolled Harry backward twice. Two dark spikes shot out from the ground, slowly merging into the shadows beneath the two Harrys' terrified eyes. If the symbiote hadn't taken the initiative to carry them back a distance, the two spikes would have pierced their hearts, judging by their angles.
"The conditions are limited." Big Harry was both relieved and a little annoyed. If it were a standard symbiote from the Time Administration, it would have shared its senses with him earlier in the attack, allowing him to evade it. If it were a symbiote suit with a support or combat function, it would have been more powerful in terms of danger prediction and energy detection. Instead of discovering it right at the critical moment and then evading it with extreme dodges, he wouldn't have realized it.
"Wow! Are you guys fighting?"
Suddenly, a somewhat childish female voice sounded in the field, and a petite girl swaggered out from the door, holding a transparent sphere as gorgeous as a planet in her hand. Inside the sphere, a fire giant with blazing flames all over its body could be vaguely seen roaring towards the sky.
Doom turned around almost subconsciously and attacked the girl behind him. However, when the shadow attacked the girl, it only cut into an illusory figure.
"It's useless. I'm very good at mastering the power of space. This is just a spatial projection of mine. You are the invader from the Time Administration, right?" Becky asked, looking at the deformed Doom with slightly shining eyes.
"Who are you? How could you walk out of that door!" Doom shouted uncontrollably.
Three golden steel claws suddenly emerged from Doom's chest. The power contained in them made Doom feel a burning pain that was so severe that he wanted to die.