Godslayer in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 48 Don't come any closer!

A creature with three wings can be either a bird-man or a fish.

In any case, it wouldn't be impossible to give Peter a wing named Harry Osborn.

Originally, after Harry shouted an F-word, a common American greeting, and called Ang a "son of the beach," Ang didn't mind turning him into the adorable Harry-chan.

It has no head, but it's cute and adorable.

Since Peter has spoken up, let's cross one name off the kill list and change it to (Human Stick Only).

Honestly, Ang didn't know what the Green Goblin lineage could offer him. He wasn't counting on the basic attributes; the Green Goblin didn't have any physical attributes to boast about anyway.

If I had to name it, it would be his fancy props.

Compared to Iron Man and Batman, it's nothing.

"I'll kill you! You bastard! I'll slice your body up and study it! Of course, without anesthesia!" Harry's mouth was nearly ripped apart by the kick; if he hadn't been wearing the Green Goblin mask, that kick from Anger would have been enough to kill him. The excruciating pain made even his cursing sound slurred.

Harry circled around Anglia, looking for an opportunity.

He didn't know what tricks Ang had up his sleeve, only that this tough guy had killed Dr. Lizard and seemed to have just dealt with Rhino Man.

Harry decided to test the waters by launching a few small missiles aimed at people.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" These small missiles, each the size of a thermos, spewed long trails of flame as they spiraled forward with great agility, rapidly approaching Ang.

only……

"Snapped!"

A snap of the fingers.

All the electronic components on the tracking missiles emitted electric sparks and failed instantly.

Harry had no idea what was going on. The missiles he fired didn't explode all at once, but instead became rockets with no tracking ability.

They scattered in all directions, crooked and uneven.

"Bang bang bang!"

Several rockets even hit New York City police cars that were chasing after them.

"Damn it! Is that lunatic Harry Osborn?" a policeman roared into the radio as he crawled bloodied out of his burning police car.

"Uh, it seems, it really is him." Chief George glanced at the Green Goblin 2 on the television screen.

Harry's biggest problem is his flamboyance. He doesn't wear a mask when he does bad things, and coincidentally, he recently made headlines. At least half of New Yorkers recognize him.

Chief George didn't mince words, immediately shouting into the police communications loop: "We have ample evidence that Harry Osborn poses a significant threat to public safety. Kratos will deal with him first; if Kratos fails, the NYPD will take over."

That being said, the firepower of the Green Goblin's demon glider is something that ordinary SWAT officers can't handle.

Seeing that the rockets were no match for Ang, Harry maneuvered his glider in an arc, pulled back the nose of the glider in the extremely confined space, and then unleashed a barrage of dive-bombing shots.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!"

On the nose of the glider, flames were spitting out from the muzzles of the two machine guns.

In Harry's imagination, Ang should have been riddled with holes.

Ang didn't flinch or dodge, but crossed his arms to protect his face, letting the 7.62mm bullets rain down on him.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The incredible defensive power provided by the [Tempered Skin] allowed Ang to ignore the barrage of bullets.

This scene terrified not only the girls watching, including Mary Jane, but even Harry himself.

This is a 7.62mm armor-piercing bullet (BP) with a hardened steel core! Even if the bullet quality is slightly inferior, it can still penetrate at least 15mm thick steel plates.

This guy actually ate it by force?

Are you Superman?

Harry was terrified and his scalp tingled. He twisted his left foot sharply. The demon glider beneath him sensed the shift in its master's center of gravity and began to turn with incredible smoothness.

Too late!

Ang stomped his feet on the ground, performing a "catapult start" on flat ground, transforming himself into a white shooting star as he hurtled towards Harry in the air.

Harry was terrified as the bald, muscular man zoomed in on him at high speed.

Ultimately, before today, he was nothing more than a spoiled young master who didn't know the ways of the world.

At this moment, how could he possibly maintain his image as a charming and elegant young nobleman?

In his panic, his neatly combed long golden hair flew wildly, and his face contorted, his mouth agape to the extreme:

"Don't come any closer!"

Admittedly, Ang was a little embarrassed.

Unfortunately, the snap still had to be done.

"Snapped!"

With a snap of his fingers, [Wind Element Control] is activated!

Any electronic system that comes close to Ang's control can be influenced by him. As for the extent to which he can influence it, it depends entirely on how strong the other aircraft's anti-jamming capabilities are.

If this were an Iron Man armor equipped with the intelligent AI Jarvis, Anger's influence on it might be very limited, since Jarvis could adjust Iron Man's flight module and control the output of its various flight engines.

The Devil Glider isn't such a high-end device.

It's at least two levels weaker.

Well then, it serves Harry Osborn right that he got caught.

"Bang!" To Harry, this was practically a curse. Of all times, his devil glider malfunctioned at this moment. One engine was destroyed on the spot, which not only halved the glider's power instantly, but Harry also had to struggle to maintain his balance, otherwise he would have to perform an aerial acrobatic act at a hundred meters in the air.

However, seeing Ang pass by him, he was still angry and twisted his body to throw several sharp darts.

The result, of course, was that the shot missed.

Harry had all the Green Goblin gear, but unfortunately he hadn't mastered it, so the effect was terrible.

Ang didn't even swing the [Blade of Chaos]; he simply knocked the darts, whose flight paths were easily controlled, away with the back of his fingers.

That's right! It's that calm and collected!

The two sides are simply not on the same level.

Ang climbed onto the exterior wall of a building and watched Harry fall erratically.

"Bang!"

Amidst the deafening noise that echoed throughout the entire block, no matter how hard Harry tried to maintain the balance of the glider, he ultimately could not escape the fate of having his face plowed into the ground.

The immense force of the impact caused him to roll around on the ground like a bag of thrown garbage.

If it weren't for the Green Goblin Armor protecting him, he would be dead by now.

Even so, he still couldn't avoid fractures in both hands and arms.

In his blood-stained vision, he began to see flashing police lights... and that figure high above, looking down at him like a god.

"Bastard! Why don't you kill me? Are you humiliating me?"

A cruel smile spread across the bald, muscular man's rugged face.

"Kill you? You don't deserve it! If you really want to die, then do it yourself."

The next second, a Green Goblin boomerang was thrown at Harry's neck.

If he were a real tough guy, he could easily slit his own throat.

Unfortunately, he never was.

"Ouch! It hurts! Help—I don't want to die—" Harry's cowardly nature and overly strong will to survive made him cry out for help.

(End of this chapter)