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.
The angel corpses appearing here had at least six-winged backs, and there were not a few Eight-winged and Ten-winged High-level Angels among them! And the quality of the defending Main God Walkers also suddenly increased. Tang Song's gaze swept over them. That Main God Walker with hair standing on end and hands held in a stance for unleashing power must have exchanged for the Saiyan Bloodline. The mark of his Ki Blast was still there; along this path, it had pierced through at least seven or eight Angels. Of course, this Main God Walker wasn't doing well either; he had at least four or five silver cruciform swords stuck in his body.
Tang Song stepped over the corpse of a Main God Walker whose eyes glowed crimson with laser beams and who wore a red cloak, unsure if he had exchanged for the Superman Bloodline or the Cyclops Bloodline, and walked into the half-open Great Golden Hall.
The Golden Great Hall was radiating light. Streaks of golden light spread out from this Golden Hall, merging into the various parts of The Void. As the Spatial Ancestral Witch Avatar, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Tang Song could keenly sense that these golden light streaks were constantly absorbing Spatial Dimension Power from countless Universe, replenishing itself.
At the same time, Tang Song also understood that it was precisely because of the existence of this Hall that the stable spatial order of the Quantum Universe became chaotic, allowing the Avengers crowd to travel through to World with little connection to the Marvel Multiverse.
Tang Song stepped into the Great Hall. The magnificent Great Hall was so quiet it was suffocating.
Just as Tang Song stepped into the Great Hall, 'Clang', 'clang', 'clang'... dull metallic impact sounds suddenly came from inside the Hall. At first, the impact sounds seemed to come from the depths of the Hall, but not long after, the metallic impact sounds had already reached the front of the main entrance.
Immediately after, a figure nearly a hundred meters tall appeared before Tang Song.
Slightly faded pale golden long hair, deep blue eyes, a flowing white robe with many holes, and six pairs of wings carried on its back! Six pairs, twelve wings, half of which were strangely twisted, clearly broken. And what was strange was that half of this Angel's wings were white, while the other half revealed a strange Black Light.
"Intruder! Eliminate!" The Twelve-Winged Angel's deep blue eyes swept over Tang Song. The next moment, this Angel raised the half Silver Cruciform Sword in its hand and slashed towards Tang Song.
The Silver Cruciform Sword emitted a blinding Strong Light. The Holy White Light instantly covered the entire front of the Great Hall.
By the time the Strong Light dissipated, the corpses of the Main God Walkers and Angels in the Great Hall had all disappeared without a trace.
The Twelve-Winged Angel's deep but slightly dull eyes swept over the Great Hall. After confirming that the Intruder had been eliminated, this Angel turned and walked towards the depths of the Great Hall.
Before this Angel attacked, Tang Song, who had appeared behind the Angel, raised an eyebrow and silently followed behind the Angel, trailing him step by step towards the depths of the Great Hall.
The Great Hall was empty. Everywhere were broken floor tiles and fallen Stone Pillar of unknown Material. Marks left by violent Destruction were everywhere.
In the damaged areas of these marks, Tang Song sensed a familiar Aura; it was the marks left by the actions of the Supreme God.
Walking to the depths of the Great Golden Hall, a Golden Light Sphere over two meters in diameter was surprisingly hanging there. The Golden Light Sphere emitted streaks of hazy golden light like smoke and dreams.
Streaks of light and shadow flickered in the golden light like slides. In the constantly changing light and shadow, there were Zombies running rampant, Giant Beasts roaring, and a Soldier wearing grey Military Uniforms roaring on the Battlefield! In just a few seconds, the golden light and shadow switched through the picture of thousands of World.
Tang Song keenly sensed that in the picture appearing in the Golden Light Sphere, the Strength Upper Limit of those World rarely exceeded the Golden Immortal level Existences.
This might be because this Main God Component was severely damaged under the Attack of the Supreme God. Sensing the Orb of Light's Aura, Tang Song no longer hesitated. The next moment, his figure appeared before the Golden Light Sphere and he reached out and grabbed it.
Sensing the Threat, the Golden Light Sphere instantly released dazzling Golden Light. The illusions around it instantly turned from illusory to real. Hundreds and thousands of World entrances instantly enveloped Tang Song, and a huge suction force instantly tried to drag him in.
At the same time, the eyes of the Twelve-Winged Angel that stood beneath the Golden Light Sphere in standby mode suddenly shone brightly. It fanned its wings and shot up from the Ground. The Cruciform Sword in its hand brought forth a blazing White Light Beam, slashing towards Tang Song.
Feeling the immense dragging strength under his feet, and the Golden Light Sphere only an inch or so from his Palm, yet as if separated by countless World, Tang Song roared loudly, manifesting his Dijiang Clone with a human-faced bird-bodied form, six bird claws, and four fleshy wings. With the Ancestral Witch True Body revealed, even the red scales covering his entire body revealed a ferocious Aura.
The four fleshy wings vibrated. Only a series of cracking sounds were heard as countless Space was Shattered, twisted into a mess. The shattering Space seemed to return to Chaos. The vortex formed by the churning Space Dragged and held the Golden Light Sphere that was trying to escape.
The next moment, Tang Song's pair of bird claws tightly gripped that Golden Light Sphere.
However, that Golden Light Sphere was like a hundred-pound big fish Dragged ashore. Struggling with great strength, it directly Dragged Tang Song's figure flying out.
Tang Song himself was directly Dragged out by the Golden Light Sphere, and the Attack of that Twelve-Winged Angel arrived behind Tang Song at this moment. The blazing White Sword Light directly struck Tang Song's back.
With one sword strike, it struck Tang Song so hard that Samadhi True Fire sprayed from his mouth, nose, and ears. If not for this body being tough, having been Cloned from Doomsday's Cells and further modified by Ancestral Witch Essence Soul, with great strength, even if it were a Normal True Immortal, taking this hit would have been cut in two.
However, Tang Song used his Physical Body to endure this sword strike and was still struck so hard that fire sprayed from his mouth and nose. Just as this Twelve-Winged Angel was about to unleash a second sword strike, a small Silver Cross was summoned by Tang Song.
A Holy Light thousands, tens of thousands of times stronger than the Holy Light emitted from the Twelve-Winged Angel's body instantly enveloped that Twelve-Winged Angel.
"My Lord is Omnipotent!"
Under the Holy Light, that Twelve-Winged Angel with a dull expression instantly woke up and knelt on one knee on the Golden Hall.
The Golden Light Sphere, held in Tang Song's hand, Dragged Tang Song, crashing through the tough Great Hall and taking him through World after World, trying to take the opportunity to shake him off.
In the colorful Quantum Universe, the Golden Light Sphere Dragged Tang Song's figure, traveling through nebula after nebula.
The feeling of passing through layer after layer of World Membranes was very strange for Tang Song, like a Fishing Enthusiast being pulled into layer after layer of deep water by a hundred-pound big fish that had gotten off the hook.
Tang Song's Dijiang True Form Clone, transformed from the Twelve Yama Banners, possessed the Ancestral Witch Essence Soul, and its Physical Body was a Clone of Doomsday. Under full power burst, the strength of his arms was more than hundreds of millions of tons.
When he exerted his full strength, he could even lift an Asteroid. But at this moment, Tang Song could only passively be Dragged through Small World after Small World by the fist-sized Golden Light Sphere.
"This thing seems to have developed Spiritual Intelligence!"
Feeling the Golden Light Sphere in his Palm that vibrated his Palm numb, Tang Song quickly realized the problem.
The Universe the Golden Light Sphere traveled through were stronger each time. This Clone of his only simulated Dijiang's True Spirit, but was not that Spatial Ancestral Witch. If this continued, he would sooner or later get lost in those World Stream.
Fortunately, Tang Song quickly thought of a method. He needed a fishing line that was strong enough and long enough. On one hand, to help him tie down this big fish, and on the other hand, he also needed to rely on this fishing line to find his way back.
(end of chapter)