American Comics: BOSS Invasion

"Binding Art Number 77, Celestial Net Restraint!"

A net of electricity flashed in the air. Nemu Kurotsuchi lightly touched behind her ear with the index and middle fingers of her right hand and said, "Captain's orders: Operation * * * * start!"

Thump, thump, thump, thump!

Four soft sounds rang out in succession. Centered around Mayuri Kurotsuchi, ancient-looking Senkaimon appeared in the sky in the four cardinal directions, one kilometer away.

Four people wearing white robes and with bizarre appearances walked out slowly, each one listless.

One of them was even yawning, complaining weakly, "Why is there another emergency mission? We just did one two months ago."

Another said, "Hurry, hurry! My experiment is at a critical moment, I don't have time to waste!"

Yet another said, "We have to listen to Captain's orders! Besides, it's much easier now. At least we don't have to monitor the movements of the Needles anymore. There are so many people with strange abilities in the World of the Living who can beat them into pulp!"

The last one snorted coldly, "The Arrancar of Hueco Mundo are eager to gather all the new Hollows together and rebuild the new Hueco Mundo as soon as possible. How could they be willing to release them? Stop dreaming and just do your job honestly!"

At this time, Nemu Kurotsuchi's voice came over: "These are your coordinate positions. Pay attention to adjustments, and report in advance if there are any objections!"

The four people concentrated slightly and observed the coordinates, then lazily pulled out two octagonal short rods from their pockets.

"Arrived at the designated position!" x4

In the blink of an eye, the short rods, which were 20 centimeters long and the thickness of a thumb, swelled into towering pillars.

The two rods were almost close together, like chopsticks, while the polyhedron on the outside continuously emitted strange energy fluctuations outwards.

The four short rods connected into one piece, forming a square barrier.

A wave of fluctuating energy at the edge gradually spread inward. Wherever it passed, whether it was dilapidated walls or surviving dangerous buildings, they all disappeared directly.

What replaced them were neat streets and tall buildings.

In the blink of an eye, a low and crowded slum was transformed into a high-end and atmospheric commercial center.

The civilians who had been hiding in their homes now appeared inexplicably at the edge, and a large crowd gathered in just a few seconds.

The troops immediately surrounded them and controlled everyone with tough methods.

Ignoring their struggles and shouts, they were all stuffed into cars and taken away.

The central location, which was originally the site of the Hong Kong Sanctum, was now replaced by a flat ground.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi looked around and snorted lightly, "These good-for-nothings can't do detailed research, but they can do this kind of rough work decently. They might as well go directly to a construction team!"

Nemu Kurotsuchi turned a deaf ear, briefly exchanged information with the four subordinates, and then said, "Captain, everything is going smoothly!"

"I know!"

Mayuri Kurotsuchi took out a round ball from his pocket, only the size of a ping-pong ball, with a pink color and a radiant glow, which was very beautiful.

"I have to say, the technology of the World of the Living also has its merits. At least this thing called Pym Particle is very magical and quite compatible with Reishi."

He raised his hand and threw the ball towards the open space. With a bang, the Hong Kong Sanctum appeared out of thin air in the open space.

Brand new and beautiful walls, thick glass, and the unique symbols of the Mystics above.

If it weren't too new, it would be exactly the same as the Hong Kong Sanctum.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi turned his head and left: "Okay, the mission is complete. Nemu, let's go. There's still a strange test subject that hasn't been dissected yet!"

"Yes, Captain!"

The two walked slowly into a Garganta one after the other. As the space closed, they disappeared directly.

Mordo stared at the Hong Kong Sanctum in front of him with wide eyes, his whole body trembling, obviously undergoing a fierce ideological struggle.

The others were more silent.

They suddenly realized that the enemy they had tried so hard to resist was so simple in the hands of others.

They seemed to suddenly lose their meaning of existence.

Since there are such powerful guardians, should they continue?

Many people fell into confusion for a moment.

The artificial human special forces did not care what they thought. After carrying them into the Hong Kong Sanctum one by one, the team withdrew directly.

The door closed, and the hall fell into silence. At this time, Doctor Strange woke up leisurely.

He was seriously injured. He could still hold on before, but after receiving medical assistance, he fell into a coma.

Without the blessing of the Ancient One, his soul could not leave his body, so naturally he did not notice the subsequent events.

Waking up at this time, he was stunned for a while before saying in a hoarse voice: "Are we still alive?"

No one answered, the hall was still silent.

In outer space, Dormammu was going crazy.

His attack intensity continued to increase. Before, he was only using dark energy to attack, but now he was using planets as meteor showers.

However, the enemy on the opposite side still stood steadily behind the magic circle, constantly drawing his power.

At this time, the Devil King was wearing a ferocious armor, which was dark and shiny, and exuded a rich, sea-like dark aura.

There were a large number of magic circles around, looming.

Moreover, with Dormammu's attack, the power of the magic circle was still increasing.

At this time, the Devil King's attack could already hurt Dormammu's body.

The blade of pure energy turned into a huge mouth like a lion and tiger. As long as it rushed over, it could tear off a piece of flesh and blood, and then easily digest it into its own power.

As the master of the Dark Dimension, Dormammu had endless means. With Dormammu's size, he only needed to crush everything.

He had never encountered such a tricky opponent as the Devil King.

This was a collision of the dark sides of the Eastern and Western systems.

A true Devil King was fighting the master of the Dark Dimension.

The Devil King had an innate advantage.

Originally, only light-based magic could hurt him. All dark energy could only be used as food for the Devil King.

Dormammu's tragedy was here.

Unless he could instantly starve the Devil King to death, otherwise he could only be eaten away by the opponent little by little, and as the Devil King's power grew, the speed of devouring would become faster and faster.

As the incarnations were constantly killed and reappeared, the growth rate of the opponent became faster and faster, and even began to exude a power that made him fear.

It seemed that as long as it continued like this, he would eventually be devoured.

This made him even more irritable and angry.

Under the influence of the dark forces, he could not calm down to think.

He just kept attacking, attacking, and attacking again.

When he came back to his senses, the Devil King had already become an existence of the same level as his split body.

After dispersing the opponent again, the Devil King suddenly stopped and spoke for the first time:

"Dormammu, can we talk now?"