American Comics: The Matrix

Chapter 409 Bant: Sorry, the bride's descendants and other things are mine

Before heading to the heirs' lair, Bant first returned to 2099.

Miguel and others immediately gathered around.

Seeing that Bant was fine, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Gwen's injuries had almost recovered, but her complexion was still a little pale. Seeing Bant return safely, she wished she could hang on him forever.

After experiencing such a terrible enemy like Morn, even if she had confidence in Bant, she couldn't help but worry about him.

"Xiaoban, are you okay?"

Uncle Ben and Aunt May grabbed him and looked him up and down.

"I'm fine. I've defeated Morlun. I also know where the lair of the Inheritors is." Bant said, his eyes swept over the Spider-Men, as if he was reviewing his own army. "Spider-Men, it's time to prepare for the general attack."

"Can you make it?"

Peter pushed his way through the crowd. There were too many Spider-Men. Every Spider-Man was curious about Bant, the "cousin" who had never appeared before, and instead squeezed out his real cousin.

But he is one of the people who knows the little broken watch best.

"Xiaoban, your watch is broken."

As soon as these words came out, Gwen and the others realized that the watch on Qiren's wrist was now emitting black smoke and sparks, and it was obviously overloaded.

"The watch is just an accessory. I am Spider-Man without it."

Bant didn't care for the replica watch.

Overkill has confirmed that the mysterious power belongs to a type of symbiote, which means one thing - as an optimized symbiote, Overkill can in turn absorb the mysterious power in Sorens' body!

Now it’s time to let the heirs know what it feels like to be treated as prey!

But one thing is true, without Xiao Pobiao, it is indeed very stressful for him to deal with so many heirs alone, which is why he returned to 2099 first.

"I need a team."

His eyes fell on the numerous Spider-Men. Although they were wearing masks, it seemed that he could see the anticipation on each of them's faces.

"Peter."

"He called me!"

"it's me!"

"It's me!"

"I am Peter!"

"..."

In an instant, thousands of Spider-Men started arguing. Bant realized that he had done something stupid and threw the sonic ring into the air: "Quiet!"

"I mean the Peter of my universe."

Peter immediately straightened his chest, raised his hands and walked to Bant's side like he was walking on a catwalk. The other Spider-Men looked disappointed, and the eye sockets on their masks looked droopy.

"Miguel."

Miguel the elephant took a step forward with his big pectoral muscles showing, and Bant continued to count the troops.

"Gwen."

"Of course I am one of them!" Gwen breathed a sigh of relief, ready to welcome victory with Bant.

"Blond Peter."

Blond Peter was very happy: "We are going to fight side by side again. It is so reassuring to fight with you."

"Uncle Ben, Aunt May."

Just as Bant finished his words, a hunched and shriveled Aunt May wearing a spider suit came out. Bant was so scared that he quickly helped her back.

"I mean Uncle Ben and Aunt May from the Tian Gong Society."

The other Spider-Men waited for Bant to continue calling out names, but were disappointed.

"that's it."

He clapped his hands to indicate that no one else was needed.

"Is such a small number of people enough?" After experiencing the previous battles, the Spider-Men all clearly understood how powerful the Heirs were. So many Spider-Men, such powerful warriors had failed. How could it be enough with only such a small number of people that Bant had gathered?
"With all due respect, everyone."

Bant glanced at them and explained, "Too many people is not a good thing. You also know that the Inheritors can absorb our strength. If there are too many of us, we will easily become their blood bags. Among the people I chose, Uncle Ben and Aunt May are not Spider-Man and are not restrained by them. Gwen and I have the ability and can get rid of the influence of the Inheritors."

"But... aren't seven people too few?"

Even Miguel was a little hesitant.

"It's a bit small, but I can't upgrade too many equipments in such a short time."

Bant said helplessly.

He had originally planned to use Kryptonian technology to design battle suits for the Tiangong Association, but time was tight and he had never had time. Now he doesn't have much time. In addition, although the technology is available, the production line has not kept up, so the battle suits can only be made by hand, so the efficiency is naturally average.

Of the seven sets of battle suits, I'm afraid they will still have to be low-profile versions.

"Then let's get started..."
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Sorens returned to the heir family's mansion.

He held a crying baby in his hand and looked at the children in his family. He said in a low voice: "It seems that you are not in good condition?"

After being killed several times in a short period of time, Damons and others were indeed a little exhausted. "But there is finally good news, the last descendant has been obtained." Sorens held the baby up, like an eagle catching a newly born fawn, and everyone in the family looked at him eagerly.

Bricks first told another piece of news that made Sorens happy.

"The bride has also been killed."

He told Sorens about the previous battle, mentioning that Cindy Moon died at the hands of Morn, and that their brother Morn, after defeating many Spider-Men, fought with Bant Parker and has not returned yet.

"I'm afraid your brother won't be coming back."

There was no sadness on Sorens' face. He held the baby under the web of fate and pressed the dagger in his hand against the baby's delicate skin. Blood slowly flowed down the blade, dyeing the spider web red.

"Brother Morun is not coming back?"

"Could it be possible that he was killed? How is that possible?"

None of the children believed it, and even Damons didn't think that Morn would die so easily.

That guy named Bantparker is so powerful?
"After I drained Captain Universe Spider-Man, I tracked down the bugs," Sorens replied calmly, "but when I arrived, the battle was over. Since Morlun wasn't there, and he hasn't returned, there can only be one possibility."

"You lost even with Nemetrix, you useless Morun!" Damons was the first to curse.

The other heirs were suddenly frightened.

"What should I do?"

"How is it possible that even Brother Morun lost? Could it be that the prophecy is going to come true?"

"idiot!"

Damons cursed.

"Now that the Others, the Bride, and the Offspring are all gathered, those bugs don't stand a chance!"

As long as the last bit of blood is smeared on the web of fate, the power of the spider totem will be cut off from the timeline forever, and those bugs will no longer be able to save the situation.

"Damons is right," Sorens had already smeared all the blood on it. The master weaver smelled the bloody smell and watched sadly as a baby's life dissipated before his eyes, but he was powerless to do anything.

Sorens continued, "Even if you defeat the Spider-Man of Morlun, you don't have to worry, because now I have gained invincible power!"

The powerful force of the universe simply made Sorens addicted.

If Captain Universe hadn't been stupid enough to engage him in close combat, he wouldn't have been able to gain this power so easily.

That refreshing feeling is just like drinking a cup of bubble milk tea in one breath!
"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed, Morlun."

The master weaver imprisoned in the web of fate had a face full of sorrow for the life that had passed away, but at this moment, as if it were fate itself, he asserted: "The curse of the heir family has not been broken, and the prophecy still stands!"

"I can see that your future of destruction is not far away."

"What did you say?!"

Soren immediately threw the dead baby to the ground and grabbed the weaving master's throat with his backhand.

The Master Weaver was not afraid, but uttered intermittent syllables between suffocations: "You thought you killed him, but sadly, Kane is no longer his."

"You lied to me?"

“I just changed all that.”

The master weaver laughed miserably.

As the Spider God, the Great Weaver, he had already transferred this aggressive spirit from the Scarlet Spider to a more suitable host in Bant Parker.

Not just something else.

Bant was also the bride.

He was not the bearer of the totem chosen actively, but he did become the most unexpected Spider-Man due to other factors.

From the moment Bant became Spider-Man, the bride was no longer Cindy Moon. Sorens still held on to the old information and thought he had a sure win.

As for the descendants, the power of this totem was also transferred due to the arrival of the first two. Bant Parker may not be the youngest Spider-Man, but he is indeed the last Spider-Man born in the multiverse in recent times.

When three special totems gather on the same person, the defeat of the heirs is already doomed, and the fate of Spider-Man has been rewritten.

"nonsense."

Sorens didn't take the master's words to heart.

After obtaining the power of the universe, his mentality became a little floating, and he thought that no matter what kind of enemy it was, they could not be his opponent.

What's more, the two are already mortal enemies. Is it possible that they will reconcile at this point?

"If it weren't for the ability to travel through the multiverse, you would have been killed by me long ago!" Sorens pinched the weaving master's head with one hand and said viciously, "But soon, I won't need you anymore!"

"You really won't be needed soon." A strange voice suddenly appeared, like a sharp blade cutting off Sorens' voice.

All of a sudden, the other heirs present shuddered as if it was a conditioned reflex, and the fear of death spread from the bottom of their hearts.

Sorens turned around and saw seven figures passing through the flickering multiverse gate and lined up in front of him.

The Spider-Man in the lead had a well-proportioned body, and his golden proportions looked pleasing to the eye. His suit seemed to be breathing alive, and the dissipated energy formed ribbons in the air.

I feel like my writing is not right these days. It doesn't seem that interesting to write, and it gets a bit boring later. I can feel that I have a lot of shortcomings in writing. I will try to speed up the plot and finish it as soon as possible.

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(End of this chapter)