Godslayer in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 31 Ideological Conflict and Execution

No one knows when this mysterious bald man arrived; he appeared out of nowhere at the very moment the New York Police Commissioner nearly died.

This not only stunned ordinary people, but even frightened the lizard people.

Twice? No! That's at least three times the strength of an average adult male.

The lizardman had no intention of turning it into a boring tug-of-war; his other claw, along with his thick lizard tail, slashed out at a speed of 70 miles per hour.

If the shot hits, the big man's fate won't be much better than the SWAT officer who was just knocked away.

"Drink!" The burly man roared like thunder, and then kicked out with lightning speed.

"Thump—" It was a deep, muffled sound, like the beating of a drum.

The giant lizardman, who most likely weighed over 500 pounds, had a noticeable indentation on his abdomen. Gwen, with her excellent dynamic vision, witnessed a very brief, dynamic crater appear on the lizardman's belly.

Kratos's terrifying strength must have damaged the lizardman's internal organs.

The next second, that huge lizardman was actually sent flying backward.

Even with the lizardman's amazing agility and balance, he still couldn't control his body and crashed out like a skipping stone, smashing several cars with a ping-pong sound. Only after his fifth roll did he manage to grab the ground with one claw and barely stop his backward momentum.

Before the giant lizard could react, Kratos had already given chase, wielding his strange, flame-shaped twin blades.

While Kratos was fighting the lizardmen, Gwen could no longer hold back and, with tears in her eyes, rushed to her father.

"Dad...no, Chief Stacy, what's wrong?" Gwen rushed over and helped her father up as he collapsed.

Gwen's words made George almost doubt that he was hallucinating: how could this mysterious heroine, who had already been placed on the police chief's desk, be using his own daughter's voice?

But that voice, that movement, it's clearly my own little darling!

George became police chief not only because of his passion, but also because of his cunning.

He realized that his injuries weren't serious, just horrific. After all, his entire bulletproof vest had been pierced, and the lizardman's sharp claws had torn through his skin and superficial muscles. Four nearly parallel, coin-sized cuts below his collarbone were gushing blood.

At the crucial moment, he still had the energy to put on a show.

"I...help me take off...my bulletproof vest...Gwen, there's a first-aid kit in the car..."

When George pointed with his blood-stained finger at the police armored vehicle behind him, Gwen was genuinely flustered, and she blurted out again, "Okay, Dad... Chief."

George was absolutely certain that he hadn't misheard.

But this play must continue.

He cooperated with Gwen in this "deadly" manner, taking off his bulletproof vest, sprinkling hemostatic powder on his bleeding wound, and covering the wound with a large piece of gauze.

Only after all this was done, and it seemed his life was finally saved, did he suddenly grab Gwen's wrist and whisper, "I need an explanation when we get back tonight."

Gwen froze completely.

No matter what, the fact that her father is alright is her greatest comfort.

Gritting her teeth, Gwen cast a web and leaped onto a slanted steel cable. She noticed that Peter was still busy rescuing people, while Kratos was still fighting the lizardmen.

This is not a battle fought by humans at all.

The lizardman was terrifying; whatever his claws touched was bound to be destroyed. The bus door was grazed by that giant claw and instantly tore apart like a piece of twisted, shredded paper with a piercing metallic creak.

With a flick of its thick, long lizard tail, the asphalt road surface immediately cracked open, leaving a terrifying deep gash more than five centimeters deep.

However, Kratos, the Lizardman's adversary...

Gwen had seen swift movements and powerful enemies, but she had never seen anyone who could combine the two so perfectly.

His movements were extremely exaggerated; his wide, sweeping strides and outstretched hands created a violent, hormonal beauty.

He repeatedly dodged with what appeared to be incredibly precise movements, rendering the lizardman's claws and tail ineffective. At the same time, he used the pair of oddly shaped short blades in his hands to unleash a relentless storm of blood and flesh upon the lizardman.

The slender, hard lizard scales, about the size of a thumbnail, were sliced ​​off by the sharp blade and flew into the air, along with a spray of green flesh and blood from the lizardman.

If that could still be considered a flesh wound, then Kratos perfectly exploited the lizardman's next attack, which was clearly overpowered—he used his left hand to parry the giant claw with his sword, then suddenly lowered his body and lunged forward. In a flash, the lizardman's abdomen was ripped open with a gash at least half a meter long.

Fresh green blood, along with large sections of intestine, gushed out as if it were free. If an ordinary person suffered such an injury, they would either die or collapse on the spot due to severe injuries.

Gwen was astonished to see that the lizardman's terrible wound, which he had just been injured, was healing itself at a speed visible to the naked eye. The wound was closing up with the movement of the muscles, and even the exposed intestines were being fused together by the newly grown abdominal muscles.

A large section of intestine was hanging on his belly, swinging back and forth with the lizardman's movements, making him look extremely terrified.

This is the key reason why Kratos, despite having the upper hand, has been unable to defeat the Lizardman even after so long.

This green monster, over three meters tall, is indeed tough!

On the other side, amidst the pain and almost endless bloodshed, the lizardman's actions became increasingly ferocious, and he began to indiscriminately attack all the humans around him.

This includes, but is not limited to, smashing cars at innocent people who are trying to escape.

Kratos ignored all of this and remained focused on inflicting casualties on the lizardmen.

He was completely unbound by so-called moral principles, which silenced the lizardmen.

Gwen watched anxiously from the sidelines. It wasn't that she didn't want to help, but firstly, the pace of the battle was extremely fast, and secondly, her fighting style was clearly different from Kratos'. If her web spray wasn't used properly, it could backfire on Kratos.

The lizardman has amazing resilience, which means he has many chances to make mistakes.

What about Kratos?

I don’t know, but at least he looks decent enough. Gwen wouldn’t dare gamble on whether he could take a hit.

If she accidentally makes things worse, Gwen will never forgive herself.

As a true genius, Gwen never lacks observation skills. She quickly discovered that Kratos, seemingly unintentionally, had been secretly leading the lizardman toward a mysterious tanker truck.

"Dangerous material... liquid nitrogen!?" Gwen's eyes lit up; she realized what Kratos was planning.

Once you understand your teammates' intentions, the rest is simple.

As if after hundreds or thousands of rehearsals, Kratos had just dodged the green lizard's claws when a huge clump of spider web was smeared on the lizardman's face.

"Ah! Waaaaah!" the lizardman screamed.

If Dr. Connors had been a natural-born reptilian, perhaps he could have reacted using his specialized sense of smell. Unfortunately, not long ago, he was a completely human being.

The sudden loss of vision startled him, and in his panic, he instinctively reached out one hand to tear the spider web down, while waving his other hand wildly in an attempt to block Kratos's attack.

"Beautiful!" The bald, muscular man's praise gave Gwen a strange sense of satisfaction for the first time.

I helped him! I finally managed to help!

Without wasting Gwen's brilliant assist, Ang suddenly ducked down and delivered a powerful horizontal slash, similar to a ground-lying blade strike, inflicting a terrible wound on the lizardman's left ankle.

A full-force strike with 33 points of strength dealt tons of physical damage!

Even the thick-skinned lizardman almost had his entire ankle severed by this blow. It wasn't completely severed, but it was close enough, with only about two centimeters of skin and flesh remaining to connect his lower leg.

The blade flashed, severing even the tendons in the lizardman's right ankle.

"Ahhhhh!"

The roar, like that of an ancient beast, did not frighten Ang. Instead of chasing after the lizardman to strike his other vital points, he unexpectedly performed a standard martial arts move: the "skyward kick."

"Ugh!"

This kick undoubtedly and completely disrupted the lizardman's balance.

It turned him into a giant, rolling gourd.

He rolled around in a disheveled manner, crushing seven or eight cars before his back slammed heavily against the tanker truck.

"General!" Kratos's seemingly rugged face broke into a smug smile.

A bomb was thrown out.

With a deafening explosion, a large plume of icy liquid nitrogen shot out, drenching the lizardmen.

"what!"

What is this?

As Dr. Connors began to regain his senses, he was horrified to discover that his agility and strength were decreasing dramatically due to the extreme cold.

No! Not only that, his supposedly "endless" regenerative power has also been frozen at this moment.

Before Dr. Connors could react, the burly figure that terrified him was already in front of him.

"Whoosh!"

A strangely shaped sword pierced his chest, while another sword suddenly sent his vision soaring into the sky, followed by a dizzying, disorienting experience.

The terrifying lizard's head no longer emitted indistinct roars of wild beasts, but human speech.

Am I...dead?

(End of this chapter)