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Chapter 478 This Life is Poisonous

Peter was momentarily unsure which universe he was in, but the atmosphere around him suggested it wasn't a friendly one. Moreover, his spider-sense had been constantly beeping since he landed. After a long silence, Moron suddenly turned and ran, instead of heading to the next universe.

Peter paused for a moment, then realized that the other man was going to find the spider totem of this universe, and quickly gave chase. But Morren was running really fast, and Peter was about to lose him. Fortunately, a few minutes later, Morren let out a scream. When Peter arrived, he saw a snarling, grimacing cannibalistic Spider-Man with some bits of flesh still stuck to the corner of his mouth, but not as terrifying as the zombie Spider-Man. The cannibalistic Spider-Man bit down hard on Morren's shoulder, tearing off another piece of flesh.

But Moron had succeeded. He opened his gaping maw and completely absorbed all of the ogre Spider-Man's life force. Then, feeling satisfied with the restoration of his own life force, he let out a long breath, and his wounds began to heal rapidly.

"Moren, you bastard, just how much life force from the spider totem did you absorb to heal your injuries?!"

Do you really remember how many slices of bread you've eaten?

Molen burst into laughter: "You're next! Spider-Man!"

Peter fell silent, seemingly giving up the fight. Morren paused for a moment, then sensed something was wrong. He felt a huge shadow looming over him, and then looked up to see a Wolverine's claw hanging around his neck and a necklace made of gnawed skull fragments belonging to the ogre Hulk.

The next second, Moron, who refused to be eaten by the ogre Hulk, was slapped away. But he was not surprised at all, because the ogre Hulk's attack widened the distance between him and Peter. No matter what, the chieftain could not catch up with him!
This is his escape route!
Then, he saw the spider silk stuck to his feet. Peter flew up with him and then chased after him with a punch. Moron, who was almost hit by the Dimensional Slash again, turned in mid-air and kicked Peter hard, then quickly landed on the ground himself.

Do you really think I'm no match for you?

After Peter was able to stand up again, Moron appeared before him with ghostly speed and agility, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him up: "I am now fully healed. You are no match for me. Your life is mine, Patriarch!"

Molen opened his gaping maw.

Molen absorbed nothing.

Molen was stunned for a moment, because he was certain that the Spider-Man in front of him was a spider totem full of vitality, but he couldn't absorb any of his life force.
"Surprised? Well, there's more to come!"

The venom instantly coalesced into a sharp blade, piercing through Moron's body and cleaving him vertically in two before he could react. To be honest, the Heirs' stats are indeed higher than most Spider-Men, and they also have a special attack against the Spider Totem.

Fortunately, I am more skilled than others.

Peter waited in the Ogre Universe for a while until Miguel arrived, then waved and said, "Let's go quickly. This wretched place is full of ogres and mental patients, and there are no spider totems that need our help."

2099 Spider-Man Miguel glanced at the corpse of Moron, which was now broken in two, on the ground.

"he died?"

"Obviously not. In fact, he'll be here very soon."

As they talked, the two returned to the Spider-Man Noir universe, and soon they gathered together. Besides Miguel and Peter, Gwen's Spider-Man from Earth-65 and the blond Peter from Earth-700 were also present. "All the Spider-Men who have taken safety precautions are here. As you requested, we'll gather here," Miguel said, looking at the assembled Spider-Men. He then asked Peter, "Are you sure Moron will come?"

"Actually, I shouldn't have said I would come..."

Peter, feeling the tremors of fate, looked down at the road: "He's here."

The next moment, Morgen appeared on the street with a dog leash. The leash belonged to his hounds, which were not real dogs, but the remaining Spider-Man villains from the world he had devoured.

Scorpions, lizardmen, rhinos—these "hounds" were immediately released by Moron.

"Kill them, my hounds!"

As for Morlen himself, he quickly found Peter. The death he had just witnessed had only increased his interest in the patriarch. He immediately realized that the patriarch had used a symbiote to prevent his life force from being absorbed by the successor's leech totem—a very clever move.

A special totem, and such a clever one at that, this prey is destined to be mine!
Molen easily blocked Peter's punch, then swung him around and sent him flying. Peter was stunned and slammed to the ground, but immediately used his spider silk to stick to Molen's arm, trying to pull him back.

Molen pulled hard, and after a brief tug-of-war, Molen dragged Peter over and punched him away again, but his arm instantly became extremely painful.

His entire hand was just sliced ​​off by Spider-Man!
Fortunately, Morren had prepared in advance. After injecting himself with some kind of medicine, his arm immediately recovered. However, the loss of life force could not be compensated for by self-healing. He looked at the Spider-Men who were fighting the hounds and laughed heartily.

This clan leader has lost his mind, bringing so many spider totems for himself to devour!

He flashed behind Miguel, grabbed the most muscular-looking Spider-Man by the back of the neck, and opened his mouth wide. Without the symbiote's protection, this guy was now completely at his mercy.

Molen sensed an immense life force, the intense life force emanating from the spider totem, and something mysterious...

pollute? !
In an instant, burn-like green marks appeared on Moron's pale face. He howled in pain, staring at Miguel in disbelief: "You, you actually poisoned your own life energy?!"

"It's not poisoning, just some nuclear radiation that can be removed by instruments. You need pure spider totems to consume, right?"

Miguel kicked the scorpion away, then turned around, his hands transforming into sharp claws: "Unfortunately, we don't have such things here."

"Do you like junk food? Chop suey!"

(End of this chapter)