Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 87 The God of Corruption?

"Um, everyone, I feel a little creepy."

Spider-Man put his hands around his shoulders and rubbed them up and down a few times, trying hard to liven up the atmosphere.

The eagle's eyes are as if facing a formidable enemy, standing alone and tinkering with something from afar.

He was sending real-time messages to SHIELD. Fortunately, the three young people were now in shock and fear and had no time to pay attention to his little movements.

Terry hesitated a little, and that not-so-good premonition enveloped him again.

If I remember correctly, by the time the Hand had this level of magical means, the story of this world should have already reached a very advanced stage.

At that time, the Hand already had quite a lot of experience in fighting superheroes. Not only had they created a lot of black magic, but they also had black technology-level genetic technology.

Because they had too many enemies at that time, not only Spider-Man Iron Fist, the Defenders, a series of mutants led by Wolverine in the X-Men, the Hulk, and even various monsters with terrifying technologies Other world-class villain organizations.

How can a villain or a villain organization that does not change and evolve with the changing trends of the times be able to remain active in the background of major stories in such a world where extraordinary beings are everywhere?

"What can't you do?"

But where did the Hand, which has not even had much contact with street heroes now, come up with such super-standard technology?

Spider-Man and Iron Fist asked at the same time.

Terry was so confused now that he had no energy to pay attention to them, so he shook his head.

"what?"

Iron Fist looked at Terry gratefully and asked doubtfully.

Why is a potion from Pixel Games able to heal Iron Fist's wounds while also clearing away the negative effects on Iron Fist's wounds?
  The Qi of the Iron Fist and the sacred attributes of a dragon from Kunlun could not expel the black matter quickly.

The inexplicable injuries on his chest have disappeared, and those strange black flesh seem to have never appeared before.

Spider-Man came forward excitedly: "That sounds like something like a game prop - speaking of which, you drank a bottle of green stuff at school before. What kind of potion was that?"

"No way……"

Terry paused suddenly as he spoke.

"It's nothing, just a bottle of ordinary healing potion."

At the same time, with the mysterious help, the ninja leader who traveled thousands of miles in an instant appeared in the Hand's headquarters in horror.

"What you gave me to drink just now is better than my anger!"

Iron Fist suddenly shouted in surprise.

He had been feeling something was wrong since he woke up, and now he took off his clothes again and took a look.

The 'beast' of the Hand was swallowed up by another mysterious and unknown existence. That existence took the place of the original demonic 'beast' and continued to accept the offerings of the Hand.

"It's nothing. Please forgive me for keeping it secret. It's just related to my ability..."

"Healing Potion???"

There was darkness all around, with only the majestic and low voice of accountability echoing.

This world is probably in big trouble.

"Failed again?"

"I have some very important news to report!"

The ninja leader shouted, but then he pressed his lips tightly, with a hidden look in his eyes.

Darkness was quiet for a while, and seemed to understand what the ninja leader meant.

"I dismissed the others, but said it was okay."

But the ninja leader shook his head and still didn't speak.

Now the being in the darkness couldn't sit still, which meant that the person who couldn't be heard was not an ordinary person at all.

So he walked out directly, reached out and grabbed the collar of the ninja leader, and then teleported out in a burst of misty smoke. The two of them came to a wilderness covered with moonlight.

"Can we talk now?"

The ninja leader breathed a sigh of relief, and then spoke with some fear.

"I just tried to call that existence during the assassination operation, but He didn't show up!"

The man who pulled the ninja leader to the wilderness frowned and turned around.

It was a man with an extremely strange appearance. Half of his face was covered in a dry purple-black color similar to corrosion. Even his eyes were glowing with a bright purple light. He looked like an evil ghost crawling from hell to the human world.

"That lord, sometimes it is indeed more difficult to communicate than the 'beast'. Even my calls may not always respond. This is normal."

The ninja leader shook his head wildly, then knelt down and lay on the ground, indicating that he meant no offense with his next words.

Then he raised his head and said in a tone that even he thought was ridiculous.

"But what if the reason why He doesn't want to come out is because of fear?"

The man who looked like a demon seemed to have his brain shut down by his subordinate's words. After being silent for a long time, his tone suddenly became fierce.

“I remember I didn’t teach you how to joke.

You know that we have punishments even more desperate than death. "

The ninja leader trembled, as if remembering some not-so-good memories, but after gritting his teeth again and again, he still insisted on his words.

"It's fear!"

"After I performed the ceremony, the adult did respond to me, but then he was unwilling to come to reality because he was afraid of someone present!"

At this time, even the leader of the ninja leaders couldn't help being shocked, his twisted and rotten flesh kept twitching.

"How can it be?!"

"Even the beast is not that one-in-one enemy. When we once again communicated with the mysterious space where the beast exists, all that came out was the remaining spiritual wail of the beast after it was eaten up, echoing in the space, and that kind of ...that kind of..."

The man once again recalled the shock he felt deep in his soul at that time.

A dark, corrupted body of a demon as big as a mountain.

In that narrow space that does not belong to reality, ordinary flesh and blood bodies cannot reach it. Only through black magic and secret spells can the spirit have a glimpse of the mysterious place.

The beast's corpse lay helplessly in the darkness, slowly rotting under the purple-black aura.

A more evil figure swayed out of the gap in the beast's body, and quickly absorbed the beast's nutrients, growing bigger almost every minute.

There are spots everywhere, covering the sky and the sun, purple mist wrapping around, and the mysterious power that can corrupt everything in the world.

"That is the God of Corruption who is even more powerful and noble than the original Demonic Beast!"

The man instinctively refused to believe the information reported by his subordinates and roared loudly.

But he also knew in his heart that his subordinates did not dare to take such a bold joke seriously.

He raised his hand and gently touched the withered and corrupted half of the purple-black face amid hesitation and madness.

If such a powerful god of corruption would be afraid of an inexplicable mortal, then what does it mean that he offered everything, including his soul, to the new 'demon' without hesitation in that mysterious space?
  "find him!"

The man gave the order in a trembling tone.

"Find that person - he must be the person holding some kind of artifact that can threaten the existence of the God of Corruption!"

"Kill him at all costs!"

"Remember! I said no matter what!"

"The beast no longer exists. Without the blessing of the God of Corruption, the Hand will not be able to continue to exist!"

(End of this chapter)