The Beast Dies, Humanoid Lizard Dragon

Frank’s words sent everyone into laughter. Electro said, "He’s busy clearing out monsters in Los Angeles. He doesn’t have time to come over."

Ivan sneered. "Better if that guy doesn’t come. Other than holding us back, what else can he do?"

"Who are you calling dead weight? That monster hasn’t been eliminated yet. You might still need me to deal with it later."

Tony’s voice came from a nearby loudspeaker. "The monsters in Los Angeles have been cleared out. Hey, whoever it is, help me open one of those unscientific portals."

Everyone chuckled and ignored him, focusing on clearing out the monsters. Tony cursed furiously. Did these bastards even know who the main character was? In the Mirror Dimension, Wang Bert looked at the badly battered beast and sneered. "You were having a pretty good time fighting just now, weren’t you?"

The Beast gave Wang Bert a contemptuous glance and shouted toward the sky, "Ancient One, what do you mean by sending a brat to deal with me?"

"This brat is more than enough to deal with you."

Wang Bert snorted and transformed into a streak of blood-red light, charging into the beast’s body through one of its wounds. The beast smiled disdainfully and controlled the blood ahead to form a vortex, waiting for Wang Bert to walk into its trap.

Just then, Wang Bert suddenly stopped, took out something small from his pocket, and tossed it into the blood.

After doing that, Wang Bert immediately turned and ran backward as fast as he could, as if something terrifying were about to happen.

Before the beast could figure out what Wang Bert was doing, the object he had thrown suddenly expanded. Then, with a thunderous boom, it exploded. White light filled heaven and earth, and the entire Mirror Dimension shook violently.

"Wow!"

Watching the mushroom cloud rise before him, Wang Bert could not help whistling. He had wanted to throw a nuclear bomb for a long time. Today, his wish had finally come true.

That was right. What Wang Bert had thrown into the beast’s body was a nuclear bomb, generously supplied by S.H.I.E.L.D.

The nuclear bomb’s power was enormous. More than half of the beast’s body was annihilated on the spot, while the remaining pieces shattered and splattered in all directions with crackling bursts.

Ancient One, who was repairing the Defense Net, could not help glancing toward the Mirror Dimension. This kid had some nerve. He had actually set off a nuclear bomb in the Mirror Dimension?

Fortunately, this Mirror Dimension had been created by Ancient One herself. If it had been someone else’s, it would have collapsed from the blast long ago.

"Blood Clan, I will not let you go."

Even after suffering such severe damage, the beast was not dead. Its remaining flesh roared madly. Wang Bert sneered as raging flames ignited around him. "It’s not that you won’t let me go. It’s that I won’t let you go."

With that, Wang Bert set fires everywhere, burning the beast’s flesh. Though the beast resisted with all its might, in its current state, it could not stop Wang Bert’s Dragon Fire at all.

Before long, Wang Bert burned the beast to death completely. Its soul shot into the sky and roared at Wang Bert, "Vampire, I curse you! I curse you to die horribly!"

Just then, a golden Magic Array descended from the sky and enveloped The Beast’s soul. The Beast roared, "Ancient One!"

Wang Bert sneered. "What are you yelling for? No one invited you to Earth. Since you dared to come, you should have been prepared to die here."

Ancient One said as well, "That’s right. Earth is not a place where you can come and go whenever you please."

Before being sealed, the beast used the last of its strength to shout, "I was just passing through!"

Wang Bert and Ancient One could not help laughing. The golden Magic Array rapidly shrank into a golden stone and landed on the ground with a clatter. The Beast was truly finished!

Let us turn the clock back a little. In Mephisto’s Hell, a group of Demon Kings and demon gods stared closely at Mephisto. Mephisto shouted angrily, "You want me to submit to a human?"

One demon god cracked his knuckles with a series of pops. Then, with a savage expression, it said, "You have two choices. Submit now, or submit after we beat you up. Choose."

Another demon god said, "Mephisto, hurry up and choose. The Beast won’t last much longer."

"You bastards think I, Mephisto, am afraid of you?"

Mephisto cursed loudly. Just as everyone thought he was about to stand his ground, he took out a Soul Crystal and said, "Take it. I can’t be bothered arguing with you idiots."

The area filled with jeers. Mephisto was thick-skinned enough to pretend he had not heard them. He gritted his teeth, glared into the void, and shouted, "Doom, we’re going to have plenty of fun next."

Doom snorted disdainfully and said to the demon gods, "Check whether that is my mother’s soul."

"It is indeed your mother’s soul."

After examining the Soul Crystal, the demon gods said, "Doom, as long as you continue attacking the New York Sanctum, we will immediately give you the Soul Crystal."

"I don’t trust you."

Doom said, "Return my mother’s soul first. I can swear that if I do not continue attacking the New York Sanctum afterward, I will suffer eternal damnation and sink forever into Hell."

With so many demon gods witnessing it, this oath would certainly take effect. The demon gods exchanged glances and sent the Soul Crystal toward Earth’s dimension—the Soul Crystal was tiny and would not be intercepted.

When Doom received the Soul Crystal and saw his mother Cynthia sleeping within it, he was so excited that he nearly cried. At that moment, the demon gods impatiently urged, "Doom, change targets quickly."

"Fine!"

Doom did not waste any words. He canceled the Magic Array, and the beam continued firing toward the New York Sanctum. But to the fury of all the demon gods, the beam became incredibly tiny, probably only enough to kill mosquitoes.

The demon gods roared in anger. "Doom, you tricked us?"

"This has nothing to do with me. The Cosmic Storm has stopped, and the energy in the equipment has run out."

Doom answered calmly. What a joke. If he truly blasted apart the Defense Net, he would be the first to die. Mephisto and the demon gods would never spare him.

"Doom, we will not let you go."

The demon gods roared endlessly. The plan failing was nothing; it was not the first time. But being played like fools by Doom was something they could not accept! Without question, Doom would become the man receiving the demon gods’ full attention from now on.

Doom smiled disdainfully. Demon gods, Demon Kings—they were nothing special. He, Doom, was the greatest.

Just then, a phantom appeared out of thin air behind Doom. The phantom then drove the dagger in its hand viciously into Doom’s back. His hard armor was as fragile as paper before that dagger.

Doom screamed and slowly turned his head, only to discover that the one who had killed him was Cynthia, his mother! "How could this happen?"

Filled with resentment and unwillingness, Doom slowly fell to the ground. Cynthia suddenly awakened. She screamed, threw away the dagger, and tried to catch Doom, but her hands passed right through his body! "Hahaha."

As Doom fell, Mephisto’s laughter rang out. "Doom, being killed by your own mother—was that fun? Oh, and your mother was being controlled before, but she definitely won’t forgive herself. From now on, she will suffer for the rest of her life."

"Mephisto, well done."

The demon gods had seen the scene as well and all burst into laughter. He truly was the most cunning Demon King of Hell. He had actually tampered with Cynthia’s soul beforehand.

"You think demon gods like us are pushovers?"

Mephisto sneered. A mere mortal dared scheme against demon gods like them? Who gave him the courage? In the end, I was too arrogant.

Doom gave a bitter smile. He tried to raise his hand and touch his mother’s face, but before he could reach it, his hand fell limply. Cynthia wailed in grief, her heart filled with despair and regret.

Mephisto’s figure appeared in the Space Station. Just as he was about to take their souls, a portal appeared out of thin air. Then Wang Bert, clad in armor, stepped out.

The moment Wang Bert saw Mephisto, he cursed, "Mephisto, why is it you again? Can you stop haunting me?"

"You think I wanted to come?"

Mephisto lunged at Cynthia at top speed, but a blade of energy slashed through him and cut him in half.

"Blood God, this isn’t over!"

Mephisto cursed Wang Bert as his body rapidly dissipated.

"One day, I’ll go to Hell and settle the score with you."

Wang Bert snorted. Then he walked over to Doom and said to Cynthia, "I can save him, but he’ll become a Vampire. Are you willing?"

Cynthia hesitated. Just then, Ancient One’s voice suddenly rang out. "He has a curse on him. Only the Heart-Shaped Herb can save him."

"Lucky bastard."

Wang Bert curled his lip, removed Doom’s helmet, and fed the precious Heart-Shaped Herb into his mouth.

Doom’s breath, which had nearly vanished, immediately stabilized. However, his injuries were still severe. He had merely gone from near death to badly wounded.

Ancient One instructed, "Bring Doom and the others back. Also, bring back that dagger. It is a Cursed Dagger and very dangerous."

Wang Bert looked at the Fantastic Four lying on the ground and asked, "Should I bring these four too?"

Ancient One smiled. "I think these four would be better off going to a hospital."

"That makes sense."

Wang Bert smiled. As he picked up the dagger, he said to Cynthia, "You know Master Ancient One, right? She’s the only one who can save your son."

Cynthia said gratefully, "I know her. Thank you, and thank Master Ancient One as well."

"No problem."

Wang Bert shrugged, carried Doom through the portal, and left the Space Station. Cynthia followed close behind.

The other side of the portal was not the embassy, but the Mirror Dimension. Ancient One and Wong were waiting there.

Ancient One gestured for Wong to carry Doom, then smiled at Wang Bert. "Blood God, we meet again."

Wang Bert handed the dagger and Doom over to Wong, then respectfully bowed to Ancient One. "Should I call you Master Ancient One, or Master Ancient One?"

Wong was greatly startled beside them. Ancient One smiled and said, "It is not time yet. Oh, and these two are for you."

As she spoke, Ancient One handed Wang Bert two crystals. One seemed to be made of blood. It was the purified blood of the beast—God’s Blood—which could greatly increase Wang Bert’s strength.

The other crystal was a Soul Crystal, and within it was the figure of a woman.

Wang Bert accepted the crystals and asked, "Is this Elektra’s soul?"

"Yes. Elektra’s soul was within the beast’s soul, and I just separated her from it."

Ancient One nodded. "This crystal was made using the beast’s power. Until its power is exhausted, Elektra will continue resurrecting."

Wang Bert shook his head. "I think it would be better to send her on her way. She isn’t worth much."

"She was not worth much before, but things are different now."

Ancient One smiled, then said, "Blood God, keep working hard. This world is more dangerous than you imagine."

Wang Bert looked at Ancient One and asked at an extremely fast pace, "Are you planning to send me out of the Mirror Dimension next so I won’t have the chance to ask any questions?"

Ancient One, who had just raised her hand, looked a little awkward. Then she waved her hand and sent Wang Bert out of the Mirror Dimension.

"I knew it. Hey, can you masters stop being so mysterious?"

Wang Bert complained irritably. Ivan and the others gathered around and asked, "Bert, was that demon god eliminated? All those monsters suddenly disappeared, and even the sky became bright again."

"Yes, the beast worshipped by The Hand has been dealt with."

Wang Bert nodded and said, "I’m going to clean up the aftermath. You guys go into the city and save people. This damned place, New York, really attracts disasters."

"That’s for sure."

Everyone answered in unison. Wang Bert shook his head and headed for the embassy.

Inside the Wakanda Embassy, the thing on the ground had already disappeared. Wang Bert looked toward the shadow in the corner and said, "Come out. I know you’re there."

"Blood God!"

With a voice full of hatred, Elektra walked out. Wang Bert looked her up and down, then asked in surprise, "You actually fused successfully?"

"That’s right, I fused successfully. After dying more than a thousand times, I finally fused successfully. It’s all thanks to you. I’ll definitely repay you properly."

Elektra shouted through gritted teeth. Then, her body began to swell and distort. In just a few seconds, she transformed from a stunning beauty into a Humanoid Lizard Dragon over four meters tall!

That was right, a Humanoid Lizard Dragon. She had a dragon’s head and wings, but her body resembled that of a lizard, with a tail behind her. She looked somewhat like a green half-dragon.

"Is this the fused result of the Human Enhancement Potion, Hulk Serum, Lizard Serum, and Hope Serum?"

Wang Bert clicked his tongue in amazement. In this world, Elektra was the only one who could succeed. Other than her, no one could resurrect that many times.

Elektra casually swung her arm, snapping a pillar as easily as if it were made of tofu. Then she roared at Wang Bert, "Blood God, I want you dead!"

After roaring, Elektra charged at Wang Bert with all her strength. Every step left a huge crater in the ground. Wang Bert slowly took out the Soul Crystal and said, "Change back."

Elektra immediately transformed back into human form against her will. Looking at the Soul Crystal, she shouted in disbelief, "How is my soul in your hands?"

"Because your god has already been killed by me."

Wang Bert smiled. "Kneel."

Though Elektra was unwilling, she could only obediently kneel. She shouted in disbelief, "Impossible! The Beast was invincible. How could it die at your hands?"

"If it was invincible, then what does that make Ancient One?"

Wang Bert sneered disdainfully. "From now on, I am your master. Do you understand?"

Elektra lowered her head unwillingly. "Yes, Master."

Thinking of something, Wang Bert asked, "Can you fly?"

Elektra answered, "I probably can."

"Very good."

Wang Bert narrowed his eyes slightly. Judging from the dragon head and dragon wings, the owner of the Hope Serum should have been a Lizard Dragon.

Wang Bert thought to himself, The Mandarin actually kept an alien Western dragon? Interesting. Once I finish dealing with Hydra, I’ll definitely have a good talk with him.

The battle against the demon gods came to an end. The demon gods returned in defeat, while the beast had fallen on Earth. That was enough to keep them in line for a while.

Ancient One might truly have grown weaker, but she could still protect Earth—the entire matter had clearly been a trap set by Ancient One.

This time, monsters had appeared all around the world, causing significant losses. Protests erupted in many countries, demanding an explanation from their governments.

New York was naturally no exception. How many times had this happened already? Was there no end to it? In a sense, this incident was even more terrifying than the previous alien invasion, because many people had lost control. The public desperately wanted the truth. Were those monsters aliens, or demons?