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Chapter 1132
chapter 0472 part 1
Chapter 461: Big Fish, Fishing Line
It was a light spot not much larger than a grain of sand. When Doctor Hank Pym piloted the Quantum transporter towards that light spot as Tang Song requested, their eyes instantly lit up. Before them was a magnificent palace of resplendent gold. The Golden Hall, tens of thousands of meters high, was so immense, so grand and imposing, yet it exuded a mysterious Aura that made one yearn to kneel on the Ground and prostrate oneself in worship.
From afar, this Hall possessed boundless majesty, but as the Quantum transporter drew closer, this magnificent palace revealed its dilapidated state.
The Quantum transporter flew overhead. Tang Song leaned out of the cabin to look Outside. Time seemed to be frozen in this Square.
These corpses were male and female, with various skin tones, but without exception, they were all handsome men and beautiful women. Some held old-fashioned swords, some held modern firearms, some wore high-tech armor, some held staffs, and some wore Chinese Daoist Robes, holding treasured swords and Chant Incantations!
The reason they were called corpses was because bright silver Cross Longswords were plunged into their chests, and some even had half their heads sliced off.
Their Rivals were Angels with two, four, six, or ten wings on their backs. These Angels either had broken wings, no heads, or large portions of their bodies had vanished without a trace.
The Square was littered with the corpses of these Angels and Humans. Even intact corpses were few; marks of smoke and fire were everywhere.
The rows of Side Halls next to this Hall were even more dilapidated. Some had no roofs, some had broken pillars, and some had simply sunk hundreds of meters deep into the Ground, as if they had been directly smashed into the Ground by some kind of great strength.
"Where is this?"
Hank Pym lowered the Quantum transporter's height. He looked around in surprise through the cabin. When his gaze fixed on the remains of the Angels, he couldn't help but swallow.
Fortunately, Hank Pym had seen a lot during his years at Tang Group. He had even seen Demons, so Angels were naturally nothing to him.
Moreover, he knew that the Big Boss behind him had an Angelic Legion under his command. Hank Pym was merely surprised by the terrifying state of Death of these Angels.
He stared blankly around. This Square was clearly a Battlefield. Judging by the stances of the Combatants, the Humans wearing various outfits were defending this Palace, while the Angels were undoubtedly the Intruder.
"It looks like some trails haven't been cleaned up here. Dr. Pym, wait for me Outside first!"
Tang Song patted Hank Pym's shoulder. Hank Pym, who was immersed in the terrifying scene of the Angels' Death, was suddenly patted on the shoulder.
If not for Hank Pym having enjoyed many internal benefits from Tang Group over the past two years, including receiving Divine Serum injections which greatly improved his physical quality, this single pat might have sent the old man directly to his grave.
Hank Pym looked at Tang Song's face in the rearview mirror. He suppressed the urge to curse out loud, calming his emotions. But the next second, Tang Song's figure, who was sitting in the back of the shuttle, vanished!
"Fuck you, you rude fellow! Can't you show some respect for an elderly person's feelings?!" Hank Pym clutched his chest, looked at Tang Song who had appeared in the Square, and gave him a distant middle finger.
Then Hank Pym saw Tang Song turn around and give him a middle finger in return.
Time in the Square seemed to be frozen in that great battle of yesteryear. Tang Song strolled among the corpses, watching the combat between the Angelic Legion and the Main God Walkers, who had been killing each other in life, forever fixed in this moment.
"Vampire Bloodline. Looks like at least an Earl!" Tang Song looked at a Westerner in a tuxedo, whose body had been mostly devoured by Holy Light Flames. The ferocious look on his face was enough to scare a child into silence! Tang Song shook his head. Dark creatures like Vampires fear Extreme Yang and rigid substances like Thunder Fire and sunlight the most. Angels, who wield the power of Sacred Flame, are even more the nemesis of these Vampires. Who gave them the courage to face these Angels directly?
However, it seemed these Main God Walkers weren't here willingly either. Their lives were controlled by others. Alas, what could they do?
Tang Song plucked a wisp of Angelic Sacred Flame. His Divine Sense probed it, only to find that it was merely an empty shell. The long epochs had long since depleted the strength within the Sacred Flame.
What remained here was just a facade.
Tang Song strolled towards the Golden Hall. Along the way, he saw the diverse and bizarre powers wielded by countless Main God Walkers.
"Elf Bloodline? No, judging by the figure, it should be a Drow!" Tang Song looked at a beautiful long-eared Elf holding a longbow, posed as if drawing a bow and nocking an arrow towards mid-air.
Looking at the pointed ears, Tang Song initially thought it was an Elf, but that slender yet well-endowed figure was not something a meager Elf Bloodline could possess.
This was clearly a Drow Elf. Drow Elves are also known as Dark Elves, though they are different creatures from the Dark Elves in Marvel.
These Drow believe in Spider Mother Lolth! It was just unclear whether a Main God Walker had exchanged for the Drow Elf Bloodline, or if a Drow had been chosen to become a Main God Walker.
As for why Tang Song knew this, it was, of course, from the memories of his first life.
Following the gaze of the Drow drawing her bow, a pitch black arrow was clearly lodged in the chest of a Six-winged Angel in mid-air.
"Good Archery. With this strength, they could be called Demigod Heroes even in the Marvel Pantheon!"
Tang Song regretfully glanced at the Drow. She had a beautiful face, but there was a light spot Between the Eyebrows, faintly revealing points of Holy White Light within.
With a casual wave, the Drow before him instantly turned into a pile of ash.
Walking all the way to the Great Hall, Tang Song saw more strange and bizarre Bloodlines and Abilities: half-dragon people with bodies covered in golden scales, a high-imitation Spider-Man wearing a spider suit, and a Main God Walker cosplaying Dante, holding a pair of black and white dual pistols.
The Main God Walker wearing a Konoha Headband and holding his hands in a Hand Seal, but pierced through the chest by a sword, must have exchanged for Ninjutsu from *Naruto*.
The one whose entire body was pitch black, holding a katana high with both hands, but whose head was blown off—judging by the skin color on the body, was it Armament Haki!? After passing a withered Elder wearing a long gown and holding a large spear, who had pierced through two Six-winged Angels, Tang Song found that before him, over a dozen high-tech warships of various shapes and designs were scattered haphazardly on the Square Ground.
Judging by the marks of damage on the warships, these warships were also destroyed by the Angelic Legion. Clearly, these warships belonged to Main God Walkers who followed the technology path.
Tang Song's steps weren't fast, but each step was like a lotus blooming underfoot. Using Shrinking the Ground to an Inch, he teleported a distance of a hundred meters with each step. As Tang Song got closer and closer to the Great Golden Hall,
The number of Main God Walkers and Angelic Legion members appearing around decreased, but the intensity of the Combatants suddenly increased by several levels.
Chapter 461: Big Fish, Fishing Line
It was a light spot not much larger than a grain of sand. When Doctor Hank Pym piloted the Quantum transporter towards that light spot as Tang Song requested, their eyes instantly lit up. Before them was a magnificent palace of resplendent gold. The Golden Hall, tens of thousands of meters high, was so immense, so grand and imposing, yet it exuded a mysterious Aura that made one yearn to kneel on the Ground and prostrate oneself in worship.
From afar, this Hall possessed boundless majesty, but as the Quantum transporter drew closer, this magnificent palace revealed its dilapidated state.
The Quantum transporter flew overhead. Tang Song leaned out of the cabin to look Outside. Time seemed to be frozen in this Square.
These corpses were male and female, with various skin tones, but without exception, they were all handsome men and beautiful women. Some held old-fashioned swords, some held modern firearms, some wore high-tech armor, some held staffs, and some wore Chinese Daoist Robes, holding treasured swords and Chant Incantations!
The reason they were called corpses was because bright silver Cross Longswords were plunged into their chests, and some even had half their heads sliced off.
Their Rivals were Angels with two, four, six, or ten wings on their backs. These Angels either had broken wings, no heads, or large portions of their bodies had vanished without a trace.
The Square was littered with the corpses of these Angels and Humans. Even intact corpses were few; marks of smoke and fire were everywhere.
The rows of Side Halls next to this Hall were even more dilapidated. Some had no roofs, some had broken pillars, and some had simply sunk hundreds of meters deep into the Ground, as if they had been directly smashed into the Ground by some kind of great strength.
"Where is this?"
Hank Pym lowered the Quantum transporter's height. He looked around in surprise through the cabin. When his gaze fixed on the remains of the Angels, he couldn't help but swallow.
Fortunately, Hank Pym had seen a lot during his years at Tang Group. He had even seen Demons, so Angels were naturally nothing to him.
Moreover, he knew that the Big Boss behind him had an Angelic Legion under his command. Hank Pym was merely surprised by the terrifying state of Death of these Angels.
He stared blankly around. This Square was clearly a Battlefield. Judging by the stances of the Combatants, the Humans wearing various outfits were defending this Palace, while the Angels were undoubtedly the Intruder.
"It looks like some trails haven't been cleaned up here. Dr. Pym, wait for me Outside first!"
Tang Song patted Hank Pym's shoulder. Hank Pym, who was immersed in the terrifying scene of the Angels' Death, was suddenly patted on the shoulder.
If not for Hank Pym having enjoyed many internal benefits from Tang Group over the past two years, including receiving Divine Serum injections which greatly improved his physical quality, this single pat might have sent the old man directly to his grave.
Hank Pym looked at Tang Song's face in the rearview mirror. He suppressed the urge to curse out loud, calming his emotions. But the next second, Tang Song's figure, who was sitting in the back of the shuttle, vanished!
"Fuck you, you rude fellow! Can't you show some respect for an elderly person's feelings?!" Hank Pym clutched his chest, looked at Tang Song who had appeared in the Square, and gave him a distant middle finger.
Then Hank Pym saw Tang Song turn around and give him a middle finger in return.
Time in the Square seemed to be frozen in that great battle of yesteryear. Tang Song strolled among the corpses, watching the combat between the Angelic Legion and the Main God Walkers, who had been killing each other in life, forever fixed in this moment.
"Vampire Bloodline. Looks like at least an Earl!" Tang Song looked at a Westerner in a tuxedo, whose body had been mostly devoured by Holy Light Flames. The ferocious look on his face was enough to scare a child into silence! Tang Song shook his head. Dark creatures like Vampires fear Extreme Yang and rigid substances like Thunder Fire and sunlight the most. Angels, who wield the power of Sacred Flame, are even more the nemesis of these Vampires. Who gave them the courage to face these Angels directly?
However, it seemed these Main God Walkers weren't here willingly either. Their lives were controlled by others. Alas, what could they do?
Tang Song plucked a wisp of Angelic Sacred Flame. His Divine Sense probed it, only to find that it was merely an empty shell. The long epochs had long since depleted the strength within the Sacred Flame.
What remained here was just a facade.
Tang Song strolled towards the Golden Hall. Along the way, he saw the diverse and bizarre powers wielded by countless Main God Walkers.
"Elf Bloodline? No, judging by the figure, it should be a Drow!" Tang Song looked at a beautiful long-eared Elf holding a longbow, posed as if drawing a bow and nocking an arrow towards mid-air.
Looking at the pointed ears, Tang Song initially thought it was an Elf, but that slender yet well-endowed figure was not something a meager Elf Bloodline could possess.
This was clearly a Drow Elf. Drow Elves are also known as Dark Elves, though they are different creatures from the Dark Elves in Marvel.
These Drow believe in Spider Mother Lolth! It was just unclear whether a Main God Walker had exchanged for the Drow Elf Bloodline, or if a Drow had been chosen to become a Main God Walker.
As for why Tang Song knew this, it was, of course, from the memories of his first life.
Following the gaze of the Drow drawing her bow, a pitch black arrow was clearly lodged in the chest of a Six-winged Angel in mid-air.
"Good Archery. With this strength, they could be called Demigod Heroes even in the Marvel Pantheon!"
Tang Song regretfully glanced at the Drow. She had a beautiful face, but there was a light spot Between the Eyebrows, faintly revealing points of Holy White Light within.
With a casual wave, the Drow before him instantly turned into a pile of ash.
Walking all the way to the Great Hall, Tang Song saw more strange and bizarre Bloodlines and Abilities: half-dragon people with bodies covered in golden scales, a high-imitation Spider-Man wearing a spider suit, and a Main God Walker cosplaying Dante, holding a pair of black and white dual pistols.
The Main God Walker wearing a Konoha Headband and holding his hands in a Hand Seal, but pierced through the chest by a sword, must have exchanged for Ninjutsu from *Naruto*.
The one whose entire body was pitch black, holding a katana high with both hands, but whose head was blown off—judging by the skin color on the body, was it Armament Haki!? After passing a withered Elder wearing a long gown and holding a large spear, who had pierced through two Six-winged Angels, Tang Song found that before him, over a dozen high-tech warships of various shapes and designs were scattered haphazardly on the Square Ground.
Judging by the marks of damage on the warships, these warships were also destroyed by the Angelic Legion. Clearly, these warships belonged to Main God Walkers who followed the technology path.
Tang Song's steps weren't fast, but each step was like a lotus blooming underfoot. Using Shrinking the Ground to an Inch, he teleported a distance of a hundred meters with each step. As Tang Song got closer and closer to the Great Golden Hall,
The number of Main God Walkers and Angelic Legion members appearing around decreased, but the intensity of the Combatants suddenly increased by several levels.
