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Chapter 156 Prayer and Mutation

I heard the voice coming from the walkie-talkie.

General Ross, looking somewhat grim, said, "I know all this without you having to tell me. I've already submitted an application to Fort Drum, and they'll be airlifting a batch of targeted weapons over soon."

Tony Stark breathed a slight sigh of relief upon hearing this.

Fort Drum is the closest federal military base to New York.

Given the military's reaction speed.

Presumably, that batch of targeted weapons will arrive on the battlefield soon.

With the Federation military's formidable strength and the availability of targeted weapons, dealing with a group of genetically mutated worms should be quite simple!

I think so!

Looking at the rising tide of worms below, Tony suddenly felt a little insecure for some reason.

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Before the worm torrent, the survivors, who had barely managed to catch their breath after the bomb killed countless worms, were met with the rising worm torrent again.

moment.

Fear and despair once again crept onto their faces.

"God! What did I do wrong to deserve this punishment?"

"Help me, I don't want to be eaten by these disgusting bugs..."

"Mother·····"

"Run! Don't just stand there, run!"

At this time.

Under General Ross's orders.

Several military soldiers, carrying two rocket launchers, took aim briefly and then pulled the triggers at the re-emerging swarm of worms.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Accompanied by two blazing fireballs.

The shockwave from the rocket launcher once again shattered the rising torrent of worms into countless fragments.

at the same time.

A tank stuck at the end of the street kept adjusting its cannon, aiming its long, narrow barrel at the swarm of worms that seemed to be gathering again.

Before the worm tide could fully take shape, a shell roared out from the tank's thick cannon barrel.

In an instant, a vacuum zone several meters in diameter was cleared out right at the center of the worm torrent.

In just a few attacks.

It directly interrupted the worm tide and even effectively killed a large number of worms, thus wiping out their numbers.

"Well done."

Just as the messenger captain was rejoicing over the success of his self-deprecating attacks on the worm...

The manhole covers that were ubiquitous on the street suddenly began to vibrate with a "buzzing" sound.

next second.

Countless disgusting worms, with their twisted bodies, surged out of the manhole cover of the sewer.

"Shit!"

From the top of the building, overlooking the entire battlefield, Tony Stark could see more than a dozen manhole covers overturned by countless worms.

Three of the manhole covers are even located at the end of the street.

And there.

There are also hundreds or thousands of ordinary people who are retreating out of Harlem.

Facing hundreds or thousands of people.

These bloodthirsty worms, like wolves spotting their prey, quickly became excited.

Countless worms surged out of the small waterway, climbing up the human's trouser legs.

In just over ten seconds, several bodies engulfed by worms were reduced to skeletons and appeared on the street.

at this time.

Those crowds huddled together to evacuate became the best food for the worms.

Amidst horrified screams.

The tide of worms surged forth like wild horses unleashed.

Just then.

A plasma bomb, glowing with a bright blue light, suddenly fell from the sky and landed precisely at the entrance of the sewer.

The next second, a blinding blue electric current suddenly flashed in the dark, damp sewer.

These electric currents spread instantly along the worms' wet bodies, forming a fine spider web that enveloped all the worms at the wellhead.

"Zzzzz!!!"

It was accompanied by a piercing electrical screech.

The worms encased in the electric grid were instantly electrocuted into countless charred remains.

In the distance, on the top of a building.

Natasha, with her fiery red hair still in place, leaned against the roof and breathed a slight sigh of relief after seeing that the plasma bomb she had dropped had worked.

Then, she spoke directly to Nick Fury through the wireless earpiece in her ear:

"Chief, I have good news for you. The newly developed plasma bombs in the bureau are quite powerful. They are more effective against those worms than I expected. Of course, the bad news is that I only have two plasma bombs left."

"If no reinforcements arrive soon, the death toll in Harlem tonight will definitely soar to a number you can't handle."

no doubt.

The strange worms that appeared on the battlefield in Harlem, forming a worm torrent, already fall into the category of supernatural events.

Supernatural events are undoubtedly within the scope of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s responsibilities.

If these worms are not dealt with in time...

It's estimated that it won't be long before Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., faces accountability from the UN Security Council.

That outcome is definitely not what Nick Fury wanted to see.

"······Fuck······"

On the other end of the phone, Nick Fury, who happened to be watching the live broadcast, said with a dark expression, "The remaining two special operations teams from New York will arrive on the battlefield soon, but before that, Agent Romanov, I don't care what methods you use, you must do everything in your power to contain the spread of the worm swarm and reduce casualties before reinforcements arrive."

Natasha: "......"

Is this something I can stop just because I want to?

However, a higher-ranking official can have absolute power.

Faced with Nick Fury's forceful orders, Natasha couldn't really argue back.

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"Jarvis, that person... am I seeing things?"

Natasha's act of saving people also exposed her sexy body to Tony Stark's eyes.

Looking at that strikingly familiar and beautiful figure, he could hardly believe his eyes.

"Sir, you read that right. The lady who just killed tens of thousands of worms with that special plasma bomb is, without a doubt, Ms. Pepper's new assistant, and the next personal assistant you intend to ask Ms. Pepper for..."

No sooner had Jarvis finished speaking than Tony cursed, "Damn assistant, this is a spy. I would never let a spy be my personal assistant."

With Tony's intelligence, the moment he saw Natasha, he understood why she had appeared at Stark Industries.

It's definitely that old bastard who got jealous of his Mark armor and Arc Reactor.

Then they resorted to underhanded tactics, sending out a beautiful female spy like Natasha to use her charm to extract information from him.

The thought that he had almost fallen for Natasha's honey trap made Tony's face darken.

"Damn it, Jarvis, find out which organization is behind this spy! I'm suing them for attempting to steal Stark Industries' trade secrets!"

"Yes, sir. Mission in progress."

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The number of plasma bombs newly developed by S.H.I.E.L.D. is limited, and only super agents like Natasha can apply for a few.

Moreover, there is only one "Black Widow" in the world.

Apart from the sewer outlet that Natasha temporarily suppressed with a plasma bomb.

Additionally, there are two sewer exits in the crowd.

Countless worms, at an unimaginable speed.

They climbed up one trouser leg after another, then engulfed the fleeing crowds in a swarm of worms.

In just a few dozen seconds.

Dozens or even hundreds of people were swallowed up by the worm tide, turning into skeletons that were completely devoured.

And this devoured flesh and blood bred more and more worms at an unimaginable speed.

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at the same time.

Top of the sewer confluence in Harlem District.

At some unknown time, an inverted ritual was carved in blood.

A twisted figure shrouded in black mist stood upside down at the top of the sewer, at the center of the distorted, childlike, chaotic ritual track.

With hands clasped together in front of his chest, he murmured and prayed.

"One who wanders among the stars, one who devours the endless and the end..."

"The supreme mother of reproduction, the ruler of the worm race..."

"The Great Mother of Worms..."

"Your lowly believers offer their despairing blood and venomous souls as sacrifices..."

"Please grant me the greatest power..."

The twisted figure shrouded in black mist resembled a most devout believer.

During this upside-down ceremony, prayers were offered repeatedly.

And as his murmured words continued to be transmitted.

An unseen force seemed to pierce through the void, carrying the prayer to a special, unknown place.

The message reached the ears of an indescribable, terrifying figure.

The indescribable, terrifying figure paid no heed to this humble prayer, and like countless other prayers, it was repelled by its aura.

However, the prayer that was bounced back seemed to be tainted by an indescribable aura, and was directly distorted into a strange murmur.

The next moment.

The prayer, imbued with an indescribable aura, traversed layers of space at an even more terrifying speed.

They descended back into that ritual.

Then it disappeared into the ears of the figure in the sewer.

The next second, a strange murmur rang in the ears and deep within the soul of that distorted phantom. In that eerie and vast murmur, he seemed to vaguely see an indescribable, nameless phantom.

The instant I saw that phantom.

An unbelievable amount of bizarre information uncontrollably flowed into his brain through his ears.

This moment.

The figure's brain seemed to be convulsing wildly, almost every cell in it was being subjected to an unknown shock.

Countless pieces of information were constantly being refined in his mind, disrupting his rationality, distorting his thinking, and then gradually sketching out an incomparably huge worm-like figure deep in his mind.

Could that figure be the real Mother of Worms?

In a daze.

The figure hanging upside down from the top of the waterway seemed to understand what the phantom represented, and at the same time, the murmur in his ear became clearer.

This eerie murmur almost instantly awakened the figure's deepest, most desperate fear.

While confronting the initial despair deep within one's own heart.

At that moment, his eyes seemed to see the essence of the entire universe, witnessing firsthand the despair built at the very bottom of the world amidst the ever-changing laws of the universe.

Soon, his fragile mind and soul, unable to withstand the terrifying information, activated their self-protection mechanisms.

The deeper, more despairing information that followed was blocked out.

Just as the figure hanging upside down from the top of the sewer was about to fall to the bottom of the sewer after briefly losing consciousness due to the brain's self-preservation mechanism, the figure was about to fall to the bottom of the sewer.

Suddenly, fine lines, like silkworm threads, shot out from the ritual inscription on the top of the sewer.

Those tiny, transparent lines transformed into the sharpest blades, instantly piercing through the figure's body and then shooting into its core.

They secured his falling body back to the top of the sewer.

at the same time.

The instrument panel atop the sewer began to emit a scarlet light and started operating at an excessive frequency.

It continuously extracts the despair born of fear and death from within a radius of ten thousand meters.

Strands of pitch-black energy began to surge wildly from those silk threads.

Then, through the silk threads, that despair was poured into the shadowy body.

Instantly, countless black wisps surged forth.

It slowly wove itself into a pitch-black cocoon, enveloping the twisted figure.

Boom boom boom!

Before long, a deep heartbeat could be heard from inside the dark cocoon.

The heartbeat, like the beating of a drum, seemed to foreshadow what terrifying being was being conceived within this black cocoon.

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The moment that wisp of information carrying a trace of the Mother Worm's aura appeared in the sewer.

The scales of fate in Erin's mind seemed to have caught something.

A slight tremor ran through me.

This caused ripples to spread throughout the river of fate.

However, the scales of fate seemed to have discerned something soon, and silence returned.

only.

The scales of fate have returned to silence, but the ripples on the vast river of destiny in this world have not subsided for a long time.

It seems that, under the "reminder" of the scales of fate...

The river of fate in this world also sensed that twisted, blasphemous aura.

Sensing this aura that seemed poised to wreak havoc on their predetermined destinies, the River of Fate began to fluctuate even more violently.

The scales of fate, spanning the river of destiny, seemed to be receiving some kind of fluctuation emanating from that river.

Then the information was directly transmitted to Erin's mind.

【Ding! 】

(End of this chapter)