The Savior of American Comics? I'm the Subspace Evil God!

Chapters 381, 678, and 679: [Massacre]

"Tsk tsk, look at this place, it's practically made just for our plan..."

A symbiote warrior, whose entire body was covered in dark red symbiotes, pointed at the towering tree in front of him and said to Eddie Brock behind him in a slightly mocking and questioning tone:
"However, can this little contraption you've hastily constructed really establish a link with the planet Klinta, thousands of light-years away?"

"Of course."

Eddie Brock, his body enveloped in jet-black symbiotes, resembled a demon lord of darkness. He slightly raised his chin and spoke with unwavering confidence:

"Once this [Spirit Beacon Tree] has collected sufficient spiritual energy released by the symbiote warriors, it will transmit it back to Lord Nar's [Planet Krinta] via the [Mental Bond], thus establishing a stable spacetime link with him..."

As he spoke, his eyes gleamed with fanaticism, as if he could already see the moment his revenge plan would succeed.

"However, Kassadi, could you do me a favor and shut your talkative mouth so I can have some time to think about my next plan?"

Eddie Brock glanced impatiently at the symbiote warrior in front of him, making no attempt to hide the disgust on his face.

"Hey? What did you just call me?"

The man named Kassadi instantly flew into a rage, and more than ten tentacles with sharp spikes suddenly materialized behind him, dancing wildly in the air like a menacing demon.

He glared menacingly at Eddie Brock and roared, "I'm the one who's 'slaughtering' right now!!"

Cletus Cassady was originally a mentally unstable serial killer with antisocial personality disorder who had been imprisoned in Ravencraft Prison.

Just a few nights ago, during the process of being possessed by the Loyalist Symbiote released by Eddie Brock, he, like Adrian Tooms, did not completely lose his sense of self.

Thus, Cletus Casadi, having gained new power, seemed to have the door to madness that had been imprisoned deep within his heart opened.

He began to wreak havoc in the prison like a wild beast, killing indiscriminately. The vast majority of prison guards perished in his bloody attacks.

It was from that time on that he began to identify himself as a 'slaughterer' and became hopelessly addicted to the killing pleasure brought by this extraordinary power.

"I'll call you Casadi!"

Seeing this, Eddie Brock grinned savagely, his expression like that of a demon. "Because this is your real name... little Cletus Cassady!"

Eddie Block's voice became increasingly mocking, "Maybe you like to play a role-playing game when you kill someone, that's fine. After all, sometimes I also find it boring to just kill with violence and want to try something different!"

"But... you need to figure out at least one thing first!"

As he spoke, Eddie Block's arm suddenly stretched out like a black lightning bolt, grabbed Cletus Cassady by the neck, and lifted him up like a chick.

His other hand swiftly reached out and ripped the symbiote mask from Cletus Casadi's face, revealing a panicked yet furious face beneath, which fiercely warned:
"Maybe you like to role-play when you're killing people, that's fine. After all, sometimes I also find it boring to just rely on violence to kill people, and I want to change things up!"

"But you must understand one thing: there is only one commander on Earth who can control all the [Symbiotes]... and that person is me!!"

"Also... this is my plan, it has nothing to do with you, you are just a pawn in my game."

Eddie Block's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness. "If you don't behave, I can take back this [symbiote] from you anytime, anywhere."

With that, he flicked his arm and tossed Cletus Cassady away like a dead dog.

The latter's body arced through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Damn bastard!" Cletus Casadi clearly didn't back down. He got up from the ground, looking indignant, and threatened back viciously:

"You know what? One day I'll kill you, and when that day comes, I hope you're still as arrogant as you are today!!"

Eddie Brock, far from being angry, grinned and laughed, "Hahaha, Cassady, you're a hopeless psychopath... but you'll never have that chance!"

"The plan has begun. My symbiote warriors are infiltrating every corner of this city. Like a virus, they are constantly infecting, growing, and multiplying wildly, slowly gnawing away at this filthy city..."

Eddie Brock slowly opened his arms, as if to embrace the entire darkness, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism. "Next, all I need to do is wait for the right moment, and I can help Lord Nar retrieve the last missing piece of the [Gene Code]!"

"Tch, I must say, you're quite the idealist!"

Cletus Casadi curled his lip in displeasure, glancing at the group of symbiote warriors not far away who were like zombies, mechanically repeating the actions of climbing the 'Mental Beacon Tree' and releasing mental energy, like puppets being manipulated.

He frowned slightly and reminded them, "These ravenous symbiote warriors need to constantly eat people to become stronger, so it won't be long before they attract the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D. or some other organization..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Eddie Block interrupted him with a sinister grin, "That's why you and Adrian Tooms are still alive, isn't it?"

"Go ahead, go outside and make a big commotion to attract everyone's attention!"

Eddie Block waved his hand as if shooing away an annoying mosquito, his tone full of command.

Although Cletus Casadi was somewhat reluctant, as Eddie Block had just said, the other party could retract the [symbiote] attached to him at any time.

Having already experienced extraordinary power, Cletus Casadi was naturally unwilling to return to his former 'ordinary' self.

After all, killing people one by one like that was too slow. It's not as satisfying as killing them one by one now.
"Very well, actually I've wanted to cause a scene for a long time... but before that, I need to get my woman out of the mental hospital first!"

A glint of madness flashed in Cletus Casadi's eyes as he spoke of his woman. "My dear Francis, wait for me, I'm coming to save you right now!!"

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Paterson City. The Dark Church.

The secret cell beneath the church was filled with a damp, musty smell, and the dim light in the corridor could barely illuminate a corner of the cell through the gaps in the iron bars.

Misty Knight slowly walked to the cell door and inserted the key into the lock.

The key turned in the lock, making a clicking sound, and then the cell door creaked open slowly.

She looked at Sheriff Frank Cassel, who was huddled in the corner, covered in wounds, and said in a cold but conflicted voice:

“Inspector Frank, let’s go, Miss Deehar wants to talk to you…”

Frank Cassel slowly raised his head, his face etched with weariness and scars. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure standing outside the cell, he earnestly offered his advice:

"Misty, wake up! This isn't the real you. Don't be fooled by those shoe cult members!"

A few days ago, he was ambushed by Misty Knight on his way back and subsequently lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he found himself locked in a cell in the basement of the church.

Frank Cassel was utterly bewildered by Misty Knight's sudden transformation into a symbiote warrior.

But what puzzled him even more was that these cult members didn't kill him to silence him. Instead, they provided him with three meals a day on a regular basis, as if they were waiting for something.
"No, this has nothing to do with whether it's me or not."

Misty Knight's face immediately showed a look of struggle and pain. She reached up and grabbed her hair, her body trembling as she roared:
"Frank, you...you have no idea what it feels like to have a stranger constantly giving you orders in your head!!"

“My mind no longer belongs to me. I must obey the instructions of the gods and carry out the orders given by the great Dark Lord Nar… I must prove my loyalty to him.”

At this point, Misty Knight glared menacingly at Frank Cassel and threatened, "So, you'd better stop spouting nonsense before I eat your head, and then obediently come with me out of here!"

Frank Cassel immediately shut up and struggled to get up from the ground, his whole body aching with every movement.

But as he passed Misty Knight, he couldn't help but say, "Misty, I'm really sorry for what happened to you. I shouldn't have let you come here alone to investigate the case!"

His voice was filled with remorse.

If he hadn't agreed to her request back then, neither he nor Misty Knight would have ended up like this now.
Misty Knight shoved Frank Cassel upwards, muttering, "If you're truly sorry, then join us and serve Lord Nar with absolute loyalty..."

Frank Cassel fell silent upon hearing this. This damned shoe cult is really causing a lot of harm!

He was soon taken to the main hall of the church.

At this moment, the hall was filled with nearly a hundred figures of varying heights, all wearing wide black cloaks and with a spiral red pattern painted on their foreheads.

Each person held a candle in their hand, the candlelight flickering and illuminating their faces, some devout and some fervent.

They gathered around a simple altar, about a meter high and shaped like a fire chest, repeating the same phrase in varying tones and fervor...

"[Eternal existence, the gods are coming!]!!!"

Their whispers mingled and echoed throughout the empty hall, creating a chilling sound wave.

Meanwhile, Dihar, the leader of the Dark Church who had previously met Frank Cassel, stood to the side dressed in a purple business suit, silently observing everything with a smile on his face.

Upon seeing Frank Cassel being brought in, Deehar spoke up, "It's great to have you join us, Sheriff Frank Cassel!"

Her voice was clear and crisp, yet it sent a chill down one's spine.

"Oh yes."

Frank Cassel glanced around and saw a scene exactly like the sacrificial ritual described by Misty Knight. A feeling of disgust welled up inside him, and he scoffed with a mocking expression:

"I'm really happy to be here. Living in your prison feels just like being at home, and you're all so talented and have such nice voices. I love it here..."

"But you've called me here now, so you must be planning to end this 'vacation' early, right?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, it seems Sheriff Frank is somewhat averse to our [Dark Church]?"

Ignoring the other's sarcasm, Dihar continued with a piercing gaze, "However, if you knew what was coming, you probably wouldn't have such thoughts!"

"is it?"

Frank Cassel interrupted with a cold laugh: "Then let me make a bold guess. You're planning to summon demons from hell by sacrificing living people in this church... Of course, tonight's human sacrifice will be me, right?"

As he spoke, he kept glancing around out of the corner of his eye, as if looking for an opportunity to escape.

To everyone's surprise, Deehar burst into laughter at his words, "I must say, Sheriff Frank, your imagination is a little too vivid, isn't it?"

She laughed as she continued, "I can tell you definitively that you're wrong!"

"First of all, we sacrifice living people not to summon demons from hell, but simply to express our loyalty to the gods we believe in... or you can simply see it as a way to enhance team cohesion."

"Secondly, you are not tonight's sacrifice!"

As she spoke, Dihar raised her hand and pointed to a tall figure in the crowd, continuing with a charming laugh, "That loyal believer who voluntarily gave his life is the real protagonist tonight..."

(End of this chapter)