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Becky was able to ignore this crazy and huge monster, but Reed and the others were inevitably affected. Facing the monster, they felt immense fear in their hearts, and this fear in turn expanded, shocking their mental will and brains and making them rigid. It was as if they had lost their minds and could not muster the slightest resistance.
Then the next moment, a tall and burly humanoid monster, like a burning monster made of magma, appeared with scorching heat and the smell of sulfur, acting as a barrier to isolate the emotional pollution emitted by the giant beast.
Reed and the others' chests rose and fell violently, and they breathed in big gulps of air, as if to prove that they were still alive.
"What is this?" Little Harry felt as if his three perspectives had been shattered multiple times in this short period of time. And the monster before him, thrown out by the little girl, which looked like a magma giant, was not a normal life form at all.
"It looks like some kind of elemental life form. I've seen information about this type of life form classified in a file somewhere," Big Harry replied. Wolverine was currently engaged in a fierce battle with Doom the Deformed, and the two massive monsters collided, causing the earth to collapse and the ground to crack!
The two Harrys, along with the limp Reed, continued to retreat until they reached a safe place.
Becky looked curiously at Harry and the others hiding behind her, without saying much. Instead, she cheered for her own Ragnaros like a cheerleader!
"Come on, Big Screw! If you win, I'll make it your little brother. If you lose, I'll throw you into the abyss to take a bath and strengthen you!"
The little girl's clear voice was unexpectedly loud, and all the living beings present heard her words, including Ragnaros.
Hearing Bech's words, Ragnaros was almost going crazy. This master was even harder to serve than his previous one! The previous master was just a little nagging, a little more polluting, and a little more brainwashing, but at least he still gave him a way to survive.
This young master really won't give me a chance to live!
Could he even bathe in that awful place called the Abyss? Would he still be Ragnaros, Lord of Fire, after a bath? Even if he could retain some consciousness, his body and strength would likely be eroded and shattered by the power of the Abyss, distorted to the point where he wouldn't even recognize himself. Worse still, he'd likely become entwined with the depths of the Abyss. Even if he could be rescued, it would likely only be a portion, and how much of that portion would depend entirely on luck.
Back then, he was also a rebellious fire elemental. Who could blame the terrifying power of the abyss? The power of his previous master was evil and dark enough, but compared to the malevolence of the abyss, the gap was still huge.
Ragnaros swung the big hammer in his hand with more strength, and immediately worked harder.
pollute?
Why do you think he doesn't dare to resist now?
Whose power do you think flows through him now? The power of the Old Gods?
The monster before him wasn't even as powerful as the previous owner. However, he had seen the previous owner in a certain collection room. The other party had almost completely and swiftly removed all restraints and controls on him.
Then Ragnaros was happy to get a Pact with the Abyss, which could make the most chaotic creatures feel a little fear and a little bit of rationality.
After witnessing the power of the Old Gods and the Abyss, the negative psychic pollution in front of him was nothing! After all, he possessed some of Becky's power, so his resistance to various energies was still very high.
The massive hammer, bearing immense force, slammed down heavily on the monster's single eye, instantly transforming it into a pool of black, dirty water. A sharp, polluted sound spread outward.
Reed and the others, barely recovering a bit of their energy, felt their brains surge again, their entire bodies sharing the excruciating pain. For the first time, Reed felt that this kind of battle wasn't something humans should be facing. It targeted the mind and soul, and the body would mutate under the contaminated radiation. This kind of battle, where the entire body was already riddled with negative states before the battle even began, was simply despairing.
"Wow, you guys are so fragile."
A shadow suddenly emerged from the ground and transformed into a hemisphere, protecting Reed and the others. This shadow directly isolated them from all external pollution, radiation, and erosion.
Reed and the others could even still see the outside world through a layer of transparent black curtain, and hear the shrill screams and the earthquake-like noise caused by the battle between the two behemoths.
But this thin layer of black veil filtered out all the negative energy, reducing the danger to a level acceptable to Reed and the others.
"Who's talking?" Johnny, exhausted, looked around and finally set his eyes on the black curtain.
"Yes, it's me!" As if noticing Johnny and the others' gazes, the voice echoed in everyone's minds once again, "I'm here to help you filter and withstand the external psychic pollution and danger. As long as you stay in my body and don't move around, you'll be able to survive this disaster safely.
Of course, if anyone wants to go out and help, I don't mind sending them out. My job is to protect this area. But I don't provide babysitting services."
"But what you are best at is nanny-style service." A slow voice interrupted, sounding like a steady middle-aged man.
"Shut up! You stupid dog! I haven't been a nanny for many years!" The voice in my mind suddenly became angry as if something was exposed.
"That's because you taught Becky a lot of nonsense!" a calm voice accused. "You taught her to swear, which resulted in little Becky being spanked for ten minutes by Miss Ina! You also taught her a lot of pranks, causing the originally cute little Becky to have a bit of a bad personality at times. Most importantly, you distorted her aesthetic sense! Look at what pets little Becky has collected? Is there any normal one that conforms to human aesthetics? If you weren't so senior, you would have been thrown into the furnace and reshaped."
"I admit the rest, but can you really blame me for this aesthetic? I only threatened her in a darkened room when she was acting up, but I never said that my ghostly appearance was in line with human aesthetics! She just liked it herself!"
Reed and the others listened to the voices in their heads arguing back and forth, feeling a splitting headache. This shadow did indeed block external pollution and energy erosion, but its machine-gun-like chatter made Reed and the others' heads feel dizzy and almost vomited.
When the other party quarreled, he did not restrain his energy.
"Come on, Big Screw!"
Becky didn't care about the quarrel between Rude and Venom, she was just enthusiastically inflating her own big screw.
"It shouldn't be like this!"
Elsewhere on the battlefield, Wolverine Logan's claws collided head-on with Doom, whose mutated scythe-like forelimbs had mutated. Doom, in his extreme state, found it difficult to accept the situation at hand. His grand plan hadn't yet been fully implemented, his psychic contamination army hadn't yet taken shape, but it had already encountered setbacks and suffered a major blow.
"The Time Bureau should have been mine! I should have been its master!"
Doom attacked Wolverine frantically, but while his willpower remained, his sanity was dwindling. He was driven by impulse and anger, only wanting to reclaim everything he had planned and get it back on track!
Kill the enemy in front of you, destroy this world, and turn it into a polluted dead zone. When necessary, connect this world to the portal of the Time Administration, let the polluted lives of this world become sacrifices to overthrow the Time Administration.
"That's a great dream. I actually support you." Wolverine agreed with Doom's noble ideal, then seized the opportunity to stab a claw into the Deformed Doom's chest, stirring it with his golden claws, which were filled with holy light. He was completely enveloped in a golden energy suit, the holy light energy that Deformed Doom hated the most.
"You deserve to die!" A powerful dark psychic shock wave erupted from Doom's body again, and the black energy like a tide washed over everything around him in all directions.
Wolverine Logan crossed his hands in front of him, and a large golden shield blocked his body, like a reef that occasionally surfaced from the sea, allowing the black energy to wash over it, remaining motionless.
Of course, Logan was actually pushed back a little distance by the impact.
"I can't actually die." Waiting for the dark wave to pass, Wolverine lowered his crossed arms, his tone filled with maddening helplessness, "Believe me, if I could die, I would have died long ago. It wouldn't be your turn to kill me.
My fights are usually brutal, wound-for-wound. If you stab me, I'll definitely strike back with a claw. I hate mages and defilers. I don't like to recall my battles with them; it makes me sick.
But I quite like you. You actually played hand-to-hand combat with me."
Wolverine's words inflamed Doom's rage, fueled by his own words. He vaguely sensed something was amiss in Wolverine's words, and realized his own state was amiss, but he was no longer in control. His mind was still capable of reasoning, and he still believed he was sane. But this belief, like that of a mentally ill person immersed in their own world, was likely to lead him down the wrong path.
There is no pause in between, and no doubt that you have taken the wrong path.
In fact, if he was truly sober, not being severely polluted or dominated by some strong emotions, he should have realized right now that he should not engage in a head-on hand-to-hand combat with Wolverine. Instead, he should play to his strengths to win this battle!
At the very least, he should realize that compared to Wolverine, he is not a warrior, but a mage!
The psychic energy he absorbed from those dying soldiers was laced with too much negative energy. Even if he had dissipated most of it, the remaining energy would still be enough to profoundly affect his thinking and rationality. In fact, if his mental will hadn't been strong enough, this wave of unrestrained and frantic harvesting would have been enough to drive him into a frenzy. It would be like wearing the Ring of Rage and being dominated and enslaved by it, without even the thoughts of a beast.
So now the Deformed Doom pounced on him madly again.
Though his sanity was gone, his brains were rewarded with exceptionally strong healing abilities and a powerful body. If his opponent wasn't Wolverine, but anyone else in this world, the pollution alone would have been enough to crush him. Doom wouldn't have needed to be distorted to his current state to achieve a deserved victory.
He killed Wolverine at least three times, or at least injured his vital parts three times! Once in the head, once in the heart, and once in the throat. Each time, Doom broke through Wolverine's defenses and damaged his body.
The incident with the head and heart nearly pulverized those vital points. However, the opponent's abnormal vitality, combined with the healing power of the Holy Light, combined the disgusting distortion of Doom with even greater madness and fury.
The battle between the two behemoths was earth-shattering and magnificent, and their fight was a life-or-death struggle, with one surviving and the other fighting again. The highlight was the other's immortality and formidable nature.
Whether Wolverine was immortal or not, Doom the Aberrant was unsure, but when he was conscious, he was well aware that he was not. His powerful self-healing ability and vitality required a vast amount of psychic energy to support them.
However, the energy source he had accumulated with great difficulty, the [door], could no longer provide him with sufficient energy. When the troublemaker walked out of the door, he also locked it.
In the past, the energy that the door could instantly provide was the water outlet of a fully open gate. Now, the energy that the door can instantly provide is just a drop of water from a closed faucet that waits for a long time before dripping.
If that weren't the case, Doom wouldn't have resorted to the drastic measures of poison, transforming the soldiers' minds and souls into psychic energy and draining them completely. Energy in that state, unprocessed, was like heavily polluted water laden with toxins. His current body couldn't purify or filter it, nor could it resist it. The influx of this energy would only further deform him and corrupt him further.
Before Wolverine's claws had driven him to his doom, he still had hope of returning to human form. But now, his mind had been twisted to the point where he began to think his current form was fine, and that if he couldn't reverse it, then there was no need to reverse it. As long as all humans were transformed into a deformed form like him, then everyone would be the same.
"Your recovery has slowed!" Wolverine said with full force, using his claws to cut off a tentacle Doom had swept towards him. He looked at the black liquid spraying out and the new sprouts that hadn't immediately regrown from the wound. It was as if the person whose throat had been cut and whose spine had been crushed wasn't him.
In Wolverine's opinion, this battle has entered the countdown.