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

Chapters 386, 688, and 689: Each Showing Their Skills
The number of symbiote warriors surged like a tide, reaching over a hundred in just a short time.

They swarmed towards Logan and Gwen from all directions like a surging tide, pressing in step by step and constantly compressing the five people's living space.

At the same time, they opened their gaping maws full of fangs and let out a terrifying roar. The sound was sharp and piercing, like the howl of a demon from the depths of hell, echoing continuously in the empty [water tank], making people's eardrums ache.

"Gwen, what do we do now?"

Peter the Lizard frowned, his face filled with anxiety and worry. He couldn't help but remind him, "There are just too many symbiote warriors here, and they keep appearing one after another. If we don't come up with a solution soon, we'll never be able to catch up with that guy and rescue Sheriff Frank..."

As he spoke, he warily scanned the enemies who were constantly gathering around him. His huge tail, like a python ready to strike at any moment, swung powerfully behind him, assuming a defensive posture.

Just moments ago, when he and Gwen arrived here, they witnessed Frank Cassel being taken away by the symbiote warrior that Misty Knight had transformed into.

However, before they could even make a rescue attempt, they were blocked by a large number of symbiote warriors residing there, completely obstructing their path.

Gwen was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, her hands clenching unconsciously, but her tone remained firm. She bit her lower lip and said with burning eyes:

“Peter, we will definitely be able to rescue Uncle Frank… but you’re right, if we don’t find a way to get rid of these annoying symbiote warriors soon, we might get trapped here ourselves.”

"Yes."

Lizard Peter surveyed the ever-growing swarm of symbiote warriors, which resembled a black ocean, his brow furrowing deeply. He said with a slight headache:

"The problem is, these symbiote warriors fight without any regard for their own lives, as if nothing can stop them!"

As he spoke, he felt a gust of wind coming from behind him, and his keen intuition made him react instantly.

Without turning his head, he swung his giant tail, which was like a long black steel whip, whistling through the air, and with overwhelming force sent a symbiote warrior who was trying to sneak up on him flying far away.

The symbiote warrior's body flew through the air in a long arc like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and splashing a large amount of dirty water onto the other symbiote warriors around it, but this did not affect their frenzied behavior in the slightest.

Peter the Lizard wore a helpless expression and shook his head slightly, as if he was at a loss for what to do with these crazy and almost intractable enemies.

The symbiote warrior who made the first move seemed to have sounded the charge, and the other symbiote warriors surrounding them roared and launched a fierce attack on Gwen and her group of five.

They slithered swiftly on the ground and walls, their movements as agile as wolves that roam at night, or as giant spiders that climbed the walls.

Their eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light, like a pack of crazed beasts, pouncing on their prey without regard for anything else.

"Damn it!!" Gwen gritted her teeth, her mind in turmoil.

She glanced at Logan and his two companions who were quietly watching the battle from a distance, a moment of hesitation flashing through her mind as she considered whether to reveal her hidden trump card, the Hell Spider Lances, in front of them.

At this critical moment, Polaris, who had been calmly observing from the sidelines, suddenly spoke up. Her voice was clear and calm, like a ray of dawn in the darkness, "Perhaps I have a way to quiet them all down."

With an elegant movement, she raised her wrist and tapped the screen of her multi-functional electronic watch a few times. Then, while leisurely inserting pre-prepared earplugs into her ears, she looked at Gwen and Peter the Lizard, a mysterious smile playing on her lips. "You two had better cover your ears."

Logan and the little wolf girl, on the other hand, seemed to have already guessed what was going to happen, and had already taken out two earplugs from their pockets and put them in their ears.

Some of the slightly uneasy girls even gently pressed their fingers to make sure the earplugs were properly sealed.

"Buzz—buzz—buzz—"

The next second, when Polaris raised the multi-functional electronic watch on its arm above its head, it immediately emitted a series of sharp and piercing ultrasonic waves.

These ultrasonic waves were instantly amplified to the extreme in this limited space, like invisible yet extremely sharp blades, shuttling and echoing back and forth in the air, bringing tremors wherever they went.

Although Gwen and Peter the Lizard had covered their ears as advised by Polaris, they still felt as if their eardrums were being torn apart, and the pain was excruciating.

Meanwhile, the symbiote warriors who had been charging aggressively towards Gwen and the others instantly lost their fighting ability under the terrifying ultrasonic attack, collapsing to the ground with painful howls on their faces.

They covered their ears tightly with their hands, their faces contorted in pain, their once fierce eyes now replaced by fear and agony.

The [Loyalist Symbiotes] attached to them fell off like mud and began to flee outwards along the surrounding walls and ground, desperately trying to avoid the terrifying ultrasonic waves.

"Hehe, it's finally my turn to shine!" The little wolf girl's eyes lit up, her gaze sparkling with eager anticipation.

She reached into the small bag embroidered with an 'X' symbol that was slung across her shoulder and pulled out a small weapon.

This weapon looks like a water gun that children play with, and it also has a glass magazine on top of the gun.

The little wolf girl gripped the water gun tightly, her eyes focused on a symbiote darting around not far ahead, and then decisively pulled the trigger.

"Om-"

A blue attraction field shot out from the muzzle of the gun, which, like an invisible yet powerful hand, instantly sucked the symbiote into the glass magazine at the rear of the gun.

Inside the magazine, the symbiote was once again squeezed and deformed by a compressive force field, further compressed into a crystal the size of a glass bullet.

Immediately afterwards, the crystal rolled out of the groove at the rear of the gun, and the little wolf girl caught it steadily with quick reflexes.

She deftly placed the 'symbiote pellet' into her small bag, a smug smile on her face.

Then, to the astonishment of Gwen and Peter the Lizard, he turned his gun on the other Symbiotes once more.

Gwen's eyes widened in surprise and admiration. Peter the lizard was also stunned, his huge eyes fixed on the weapon in the little wolf girl's hand, as if he had seen a magical treasure.

Is this the foundation of the [Subspace Group]?
Look at their gear!

It has a high-tech feel and the ability to control the situation.

In comparison, the [Wot Group] is practically a third-rate little workshop compared to them!

They were on completely different levels. Gwen secretly rejoiced that she was fortunate to have Logan and the others with her; otherwise, she might have gone on a killing spree.

Although the possessed prisoners were all notorious criminals, they were also victims in this incident.

Gwen doesn't consider herself a soft-hearted woman, but she's definitely not someone who enjoys indiscriminately killing innocent people!

She will neither let the guilty go unpunished, nor will she lay a hand on the innocent.

This is her style of doing things, and also her most basic principle of being a person.

Soon, the little wolf girl used the Symbiote Capture Device, which had been modified by Phineas Mason, a newcomer to Samuel Stern's weapons development department, based on his past works, to capture all the Symbiotes on site.

Like a nimble little hunter, she precisely sucked one fleeing Symbiote after another into her gun and compressed them into bullets.

Apart from a few symbiotes that escaped through cracks in the wall, she caught at least a hundred this time.

As he captured more and more symbiotes, the little bag on his shoulder embroidered with the 'X' symbol had bulged up, like a small treasure bag full of spoils.

"Done!!"

The little wolf girl imitated the Western cowboys she had seen on TV, tilting her head slightly upwards with a playful smile on her lips. She solemnly blew on non-existent gunpowder smoke from the muzzle of a gun, then skillfully stuffed the water gun-shaped [symbiote capture device] back into her bag.

At the same time, a smug smile appeared on her delicate face, her happy appearance like a flower blooming in spring, full of vitality.

His dark eyes sparkled with excitement, like two clear, flowing springs, brimming with boundless joy.

Clearly, the little guy is thoroughly enjoying the sense of accomplishment that comes with this job.

"Well done."

Logan nodded in satisfaction, his eyes showing approval. Then, without looking back, he turned around and kicked a prisoner who was clutching his head and charging at him like a madman.

The prisoner was kicked several meters away and crashed heavily into a drainage pipe, splashing water in the foul-smelling sewage.

“Alright, now that the problem is solved, I think we can move on.” Logan turned to Gwen and Peter the Lizard, who were still in a daze, and urged them on.

Upon hearing this, Gwen immediately snapped out of her daze and nodded emphatically, saying, "Mr. Logan is right. We need to find Uncle Frank before the other symbiote warriors gather around."

At that moment, hope and fighting spirit rekindled in her eyes.

The five then continued deeper into the passage.

And at the same time.

In a drainpipe not far from the five, Misty Knight was carrying Frank Cassel forward with one hand.

Beside him followed a hound that had been possessed by a [symbiote].

This hunting dog exudes an eerie black sheen, its muscles taut like steel. With the enhancement of the [Symbiotic], its size is now almost that of a tiger.

Its eyes gleamed with a blood-red light, its fangs were exposed, and saliva dripped from the corners of its mouth, leaving puddles of nauseating slime on the ground.

Misty Knight had previously relied on the symbiote hound's super sense of smell to successfully locate Frank Cassel's hiding place in such a short time, within the intricate underground drainage network.

"Misty, wake up! Think about what you're doing right now. This isn't the real you..."

Frank Cassel was still making a final effort; he had just heard the sounds of battle coming from behind.

Although the voice was faint, it was like a ray of dawn in the darkness, igniting hope in his heart.

Although it's unclear why Gwen arrived so quickly, the good news is that he won't die this time!
"You've really disappointed me, Frank."

Misty Knight said viciously, "I thought you would join us, grow stronger with me, and worship the great god Kal together, but you betrayed my trust..."

She grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs. "If it weren't for your great potential for transformation, I would have bitten off your head and spine and eaten them right now."

However, Frank Cassel showed no fear whatsoever in the face of the threat.

He slightly raised his head, looking directly into Misty Knight's eyes, his gaze revealing a hint of expectation, hoping that his words could awaken her reason.

"If that's the case, then what are you waiting for..."

“Misty, you had so many chances to kill me before, but you didn’t... I know your consciousness hasn’t been completely taken over yet!”

Frank Cassel's voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet drainpipe.

"Shut up, I...I...uh..."

Misty Knight felt a momentary struggle; her body began to tremble slightly, and her expression contorted as if she had regained a little sanity. However, her consciousness was immediately taken back by the [Loyalist Symbiote]. She slammed Frank Cassel against the wall and roared viciously:
"Stop spouting nonsense, or I'll eat your head right now!"

"Cough cough cough..."

Frank Cassel, who was thrown around and felt dizzy, felt his head buzzing and his body felt like it was falling apart.

He lay on the wet ground, his clothes soaked with sewage, which emitted a foul stench.

But he didn't rush to get up from the ground. Instead, he endured the pain, looked towards the passage behind him, a hopeful smile appearing on his lips, and slowly said:

"However, it seems you don't have a chance!"

(End of this chapter)