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Chapter 1197
chapter 0504 part 1
**Chapter 491: Two and a Half Years, A Farce**
In a desolate Habitable Planet within the Southern Galaxy, inside a magnificent hall, an elder dressed in luxurious attire lay sprawled in a shattered large pit, muttering to himself.
"God? A god who herds believers and brews wine from their blood? You are no god, you are a devil who belongs in Hell!"
Natasha Romanoff, holding a Vibranium Spear, looked at the despicable old man with disgust and gave a look to the Hulk beside her.
"Hulk!"
The Hulk directly leaped into the large pit he had created, smashing his fists repeatedly onto the elder who called himself a god, until the elder was completely lifeless.
"Captain! We're done here! How much longer for you!?"
A Space Gate, sparking with fire, opened within the golden hall. Large batches of cleaners wearing white protective suits emerged from the Space Gate, skillfully sweeping the corpse, which had been smashed into a meat paste, into sealed body bags! They then expertly cleaned up the battlefield! They processed the unrecognizable corpses smashed by the Hulk and collected the spoils of war.
After all, a god who had ruled a Habitable Planet for thousands of years would have a quite valuable collection.
Naturally, these cleaners from the Tang Group would appraise the value of these collectibles to reduce the debt Natasha Romanoff owed.
Natasha Romanoff raised her wrist, looking at the fluctuating numbers on her wrist device, and let out a long sigh of relief. Two years had passed, and the huge sum she owed the Tang Group was almost paid off! Thinking back to two years ago, when she crawled out of the cloning pod naked, only to be suddenly informed of her massive debt and forced to work to pay it off, Natasha Romanoff felt a sense of temporal disorder.
It wasn't just her; the members of the Avengers and Bruce Wayne of the Justice League felt the same way—
Even the Gold Tycoons Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne felt a wave of dizziness when faced with a bill exceeding eleven digits.
Before everyone could recover from the surprise of being resurrected, they woke up owing a company its entire market value! What kind of experience was that!?
But the bill clearly recorded every single expense: being rescued from the Soul Stone by Boss Tang, the cost of cloning their physical body, the value of the nutrient fluid—
After everyone regained consciousness and learned that the Quantum Tunnel had malfunctioned, making it temporarily impossible to return to their original Space-Time, everyone felt mixed emotions. For over two years, Tony had been frantically researching quantum physics, trying to find the reason for the Quantum Universe's mutation so they could return to their universe.
As for the others, they could only temporarily work for Boss Tang to pay off their massive debt. Of course, this might also be a helpless measure to distract themselves from their desire to return home.
Keeping themselves as busy as possible helped them forget the potentially grim situation of not being able to return. Fortunately, this work was quite manageable for them.
"I'm finished here too! Tony sent a message saying he needs to talk to us about some matters, specifically about the Quantum Tunnel!"
Above a body of water, Captain America looked through the fighter jet's porthole. After a nuclear bomb strike, the giant crocodile god, which had devoured tens of thousands of human lives over hundreds of years and had a body size of over twenty meters, was completely motionless. He made a gesture towards Barton in the driver's seat.
Hawkeye nodded and piloted the fighter jet towards the Space Gate in the sky.
The Pantheon hung high in the sky, tens of thousands of miles up, radiating light and heat like the sun. Below the Pantheon was a planet with a diameter of tens of thousands of miles.
This planet's position was extremely unique, situated between the Reality World and the Dimensional Realm.
A crystal-like protective membrane enveloped it, like an egg inside an eggshell!
Originally, this planet had given birth to its own civilization. Its civilization process had reached the level of Earth's slave system and was gradually evolving towards a feudal dynasty.
However, due to this special environment, ever since this planet was discovered by the Pantheon thousands of years ago, the Gods of the Pantheon had regarded it as their Sanctuary—
Thus, the tragedy of the Native Americans was replayed on this planet. The Gods massacred more than half of the planet's natives, leaving behind only some obedient populations to serve them!
The powerful Gods freely sowed their life seeds on this land.
After their demigod descendants were born, they expanded their territory and seized the most fertile and rich land on this planet.
Establishing God's Kingdoms on the ground for their father gods, just like the theocratic religious countries of ancient times.
On this land where divine authority surpassed royal authority, the high and mighty gods decided everything. This continent was divided into hundreds of countries, each believing in a different god—
Once the Gods had a conflict, or perhaps just a minor quarrel between two gods, a god war would erupt on this continent.
Using their respective believers as pieces on a chessboard, they watched them slaughter each other, with blood flowing into rivers. In the eyes of the Gods, this was also a very interesting enjoyment.
The believers living on this continent only needed to look up to see the hall above their heads, shimmering with golden light. In the teachings of the religion they believed in, it was this hall that bestowed everything upon them.
Sunlight, rain, bountiful harvests—these were all the grace of the Gods! But on this day, when the believers, as usual, devoutly looked up to pray to the Pantheon Hall above, they were all stunned. The Pantheon Hall, which had previously radiated golden light, was now shrouded by a dense mass of black dots.
In front of the Pantheon, the Old Demon Dragon lazily blocked the gate. Its massive body size, over a hundred miles long from head to tail, had scales that shone like black crystal.
Thousands of Dragon Liches were jointly casting cleaning magic on it, polishing, waxing, and manicuring its scales, making them even more radiant after the entire procedure.
A blood sphere the size of a human head floated near the Old Demon Dragon's mouth, occasionally releasing faint streaks of bloodlight that flowed into the Old Demon Dragon's body.
Nourished by these streaks of bloodlight, the Old Demon Dragon felt its physical body strengthening little by little—
"What a powerful medicinal pill. It's a pity it's hard to find another fool like Beelzebub. Otherwise, if I offered another pledge of allegiance, maybe I could exchange for a few more medicinal pills!"
The Old Demon Dragon carefully swallowed and exhaled the blood sphere near its mouth, which was even smaller than a speck of dust. It was hard to imagine that this thing contained nearly one-third of a Hell Lord's origin power.
Unfortunately, Beelzebub's soul origin was taken by the Big Boss to refine a magic treasure. Otherwise, according to the Big Boss, the efficacy of this pill could be doubled, and it might even be possible to refine a First-Turn Golden Core.
As for the Old Demon Dragon, it wasn't familiar with things like First-Turn Golden Cores, but when Tang Song described the efficacy of this blood pill, it immediately drooled with desire.
This was also the reason the Old Demon Dragon voluntarily accepted the mission to cooperate with Kane in besieging the Pantheon. If all these Deities were refined into medicinal pills, just the leftovers from the Big Boss's fingers would be enough to make its belly round.
The Old Demon Dragon swallowed and exhaled the essence from the blood pill, its eyes slightly closed in comfort. At this moment, two and a half years had passed since it blocked the Pantheon gate! Below the Pantheon, the Continent of Gods was already in ruins.
**Chapter 491: Two and a Half Years, A Farce**
In a desolate Habitable Planet within the Southern Galaxy, inside a magnificent hall, an elder dressed in luxurious attire lay sprawled in a shattered large pit, muttering to himself.
"God? A god who herds believers and brews wine from their blood? You are no god, you are a devil who belongs in Hell!"
Natasha Romanoff, holding a Vibranium Spear, looked at the despicable old man with disgust and gave a look to the Hulk beside her.
"Hulk!"
The Hulk directly leaped into the large pit he had created, smashing his fists repeatedly onto the elder who called himself a god, until the elder was completely lifeless.
"Captain! We're done here! How much longer for you!?"
A Space Gate, sparking with fire, opened within the golden hall. Large batches of cleaners wearing white protective suits emerged from the Space Gate, skillfully sweeping the corpse, which had been smashed into a meat paste, into sealed body bags! They then expertly cleaned up the battlefield! They processed the unrecognizable corpses smashed by the Hulk and collected the spoils of war.
After all, a god who had ruled a Habitable Planet for thousands of years would have a quite valuable collection.
Naturally, these cleaners from the Tang Group would appraise the value of these collectibles to reduce the debt Natasha Romanoff owed.
Natasha Romanoff raised her wrist, looking at the fluctuating numbers on her wrist device, and let out a long sigh of relief. Two years had passed, and the huge sum she owed the Tang Group was almost paid off! Thinking back to two years ago, when she crawled out of the cloning pod naked, only to be suddenly informed of her massive debt and forced to work to pay it off, Natasha Romanoff felt a sense of temporal disorder.
It wasn't just her; the members of the Avengers and Bruce Wayne of the Justice League felt the same way—
Even the Gold Tycoons Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne felt a wave of dizziness when faced with a bill exceeding eleven digits.
Before everyone could recover from the surprise of being resurrected, they woke up owing a company its entire market value! What kind of experience was that!?
But the bill clearly recorded every single expense: being rescued from the Soul Stone by Boss Tang, the cost of cloning their physical body, the value of the nutrient fluid—
After everyone regained consciousness and learned that the Quantum Tunnel had malfunctioned, making it temporarily impossible to return to their original Space-Time, everyone felt mixed emotions. For over two years, Tony had been frantically researching quantum physics, trying to find the reason for the Quantum Universe's mutation so they could return to their universe.
As for the others, they could only temporarily work for Boss Tang to pay off their massive debt. Of course, this might also be a helpless measure to distract themselves from their desire to return home.
Keeping themselves as busy as possible helped them forget the potentially grim situation of not being able to return. Fortunately, this work was quite manageable for them.
"I'm finished here too! Tony sent a message saying he needs to talk to us about some matters, specifically about the Quantum Tunnel!"
Above a body of water, Captain America looked through the fighter jet's porthole. After a nuclear bomb strike, the giant crocodile god, which had devoured tens of thousands of human lives over hundreds of years and had a body size of over twenty meters, was completely motionless. He made a gesture towards Barton in the driver's seat.
Hawkeye nodded and piloted the fighter jet towards the Space Gate in the sky.
The Pantheon hung high in the sky, tens of thousands of miles up, radiating light and heat like the sun. Below the Pantheon was a planet with a diameter of tens of thousands of miles.
This planet's position was extremely unique, situated between the Reality World and the Dimensional Realm.
A crystal-like protective membrane enveloped it, like an egg inside an eggshell!
Originally, this planet had given birth to its own civilization. Its civilization process had reached the level of Earth's slave system and was gradually evolving towards a feudal dynasty.
However, due to this special environment, ever since this planet was discovered by the Pantheon thousands of years ago, the Gods of the Pantheon had regarded it as their Sanctuary—
Thus, the tragedy of the Native Americans was replayed on this planet. The Gods massacred more than half of the planet's natives, leaving behind only some obedient populations to serve them!
The powerful Gods freely sowed their life seeds on this land.
After their demigod descendants were born, they expanded their territory and seized the most fertile and rich land on this planet.
Establishing God's Kingdoms on the ground for their father gods, just like the theocratic religious countries of ancient times.
On this land where divine authority surpassed royal authority, the high and mighty gods decided everything. This continent was divided into hundreds of countries, each believing in a different god—
Once the Gods had a conflict, or perhaps just a minor quarrel between two gods, a god war would erupt on this continent.
Using their respective believers as pieces on a chessboard, they watched them slaughter each other, with blood flowing into rivers. In the eyes of the Gods, this was also a very interesting enjoyment.
The believers living on this continent only needed to look up to see the hall above their heads, shimmering with golden light. In the teachings of the religion they believed in, it was this hall that bestowed everything upon them.
Sunlight, rain, bountiful harvests—these were all the grace of the Gods! But on this day, when the believers, as usual, devoutly looked up to pray to the Pantheon Hall above, they were all stunned. The Pantheon Hall, which had previously radiated golden light, was now shrouded by a dense mass of black dots.
In front of the Pantheon, the Old Demon Dragon lazily blocked the gate. Its massive body size, over a hundred miles long from head to tail, had scales that shone like black crystal.
Thousands of Dragon Liches were jointly casting cleaning magic on it, polishing, waxing, and manicuring its scales, making them even more radiant after the entire procedure.
A blood sphere the size of a human head floated near the Old Demon Dragon's mouth, occasionally releasing faint streaks of bloodlight that flowed into the Old Demon Dragon's body.
Nourished by these streaks of bloodlight, the Old Demon Dragon felt its physical body strengthening little by little—
"What a powerful medicinal pill. It's a pity it's hard to find another fool like Beelzebub. Otherwise, if I offered another pledge of allegiance, maybe I could exchange for a few more medicinal pills!"
The Old Demon Dragon carefully swallowed and exhaled the blood sphere near its mouth, which was even smaller than a speck of dust. It was hard to imagine that this thing contained nearly one-third of a Hell Lord's origin power.
Unfortunately, Beelzebub's soul origin was taken by the Big Boss to refine a magic treasure. Otherwise, according to the Big Boss, the efficacy of this pill could be doubled, and it might even be possible to refine a First-Turn Golden Core.
As for the Old Demon Dragon, it wasn't familiar with things like First-Turn Golden Cores, but when Tang Song described the efficacy of this blood pill, it immediately drooled with desire.
This was also the reason the Old Demon Dragon voluntarily accepted the mission to cooperate with Kane in besieging the Pantheon. If all these Deities were refined into medicinal pills, just the leftovers from the Big Boss's fingers would be enough to make its belly round.
The Old Demon Dragon swallowed and exhaled the essence from the blood pill, its eyes slightly closed in comfort. At this moment, two and a half years had passed since it blocked the Pantheon gate! Below the Pantheon, the Continent of Gods was already in ruins.
