The Collection of The End

——Marvel, 2015——

——[Physique variation]——

Svartalfheim.

The underground cave, which should have been dark with only an occasional faint light, was illuminated by sparks generated by the collision of axes and rocks, auras generated by weapon enchantments, and colorful magic.

Through these wonderful lights and shadows, it can be clearly seen that three strong men of different heights and sizes and a female swordsman riding a silver Pegasus are besieging a very strong humanoid creature wearing a horny carapace.

However, although the attack was massive, it seemed that they were at a disadvantage.

"They can kill Doomsday three times, four times at most, and never more than five times, and the monster can be resurrected at least twelve times." Sherlock, standing in a corner of the cave far away from the battlefield, asserted.

"Can you reason about monsters you haven't seen before?" Moriarty stood aside with his arms folded.

"[This is common sense, my dear friend. (Elentary Mydear)]" Sherlock replied.

"!" Moriarty, who was about to say something, subconsciously took a half step back, then realized something was wrong and stood still, clearing his throat and pretending that nothing happened.

Boom, boom, boom.

Following the words Sherlock just spoke, seven or eight spheres glowing with pale white light took shape near the fierce battlefield and quickly transformed into... stage searchlights.

After taking shape, they cast their blazing beams of light at the pitch-black horny carapace monster in unison, as if lighting a singer on the stage.

Being in the "spotlight", the pitch-black monster was responding to the attacks around it nonchalantly. When it followed the same pattern and tried to catch the mace, it was knocked backwards by a blow that was not too violent.

"At present, the rebirth and damage immunity of this monster, originally called 'The Destroyer' and now calling itself 'Doomsday', are not too exaggerated," Sherlock pretended not to notice Moriarty's actions and continued: "If It simply and crudely categorizes the sources of damage into 'physical' and 'magical', so there's really no need to fight."

"The Three Warriors of Asgard killed it three times with just 'physical attacks'." Moriarty continued.

"Piercing, slashing and bludgeoning," Sherlock nodded: "Every time it is fatally injured due to an attack method, the 'horny' on its body will undergo some kind of 'mutation', making the same type of damage completely ineffective. Now The 'Three Warriors of Asgard' and Sif are simply using the thrust generated by their attacks to restrict its movements. Even if I reduce a large amount of its defense, it is still unable to cause any damage."

"Perhaps it doesn't want to just divide the attacks into physical and magical categories, but its own upper limit determines that it cannot do it," Moriarty turned his attention to wandering around the battlefield like a shadow, not to be destroyed. Sun's "Vision" creates any opportunity for the incarnation to escape: "Just like this professor, as a virus aggregate, theoretically it can swallow and absorb anything and wipe out all the subordinates of 'Destroying Sun', but he dare not swallow it" It lost its true form because of lack of strength."

"I'm sure he can hear us," Sherlock shrugged: "To prevent us from being eroded silently, Professor Mercer must have left part of his body with us."

"...I'm telling the truth," Moriarty said harshly, and then quickly changed the subject: "As for magic, we have to plan carefully. If some kind of compound magic allows him to mutate only once and become immune to two sources, that's it. What a big loss.”

"Light and life, storm and thunder, frost and fire, darkness and death, assuming that each attribute of our branch can kill it once, four plus seven is still one less time," Sherlock replied: "By the way , my 'Light Spear' naturally belongs to 'Light'."

"No matter what, you have to try."