Chapter 1813

Doomsday, an outrageous monster created by the DC editorial department when they had no ideas left.

It can be said that the inevitability of the appearance of the dog shit like the Batman Who Laughs was already seen at the moment Doomsday was created. There will always be a day when the combat power nesting doll hits the south wall, and the method chosen by DC editors is to pile up settings and hit it hard.

If the Batman Who Laughs is the product of the editors' intelligence nesting doll, then Doomsday is completely the peak of the combat power nesting doll, and these two kinds of nesting dolls have a common characteristic, which is that they must create a setting so that this character has no upper limit.

The Batman Who Laughs is a typical god of prediction. Anyway, no matter what the first half of the publication drew, as long as you add a sentence later that the Batman Who Laughs predicted your prediction, then no matter what he does next, it is reasonable.

And Doomsday is evolution. No matter how strong its opponent is, Doomsday can absorb their abilities and produce evolution, and the evolution ability has no upper limit.

However, the martial arts school will have a fatal disadvantage compared to the intelligence school, which is that it is possible to be beaten to death when it is relatively weak. So the editors' clever little brains flashed, and they added another strange setting to Doomsday, which is the Doomsday Spore.

Simply put, this is a special parasitic ability that the adult Doomsday can use. It can release destructive spores. The vitality of any creature within the range of the spores will be absorbed by Doomsday, and once it sticks to the spores, it will become the host of Doomsday.

When the main body of Doomsday is killed, as long as there is even one Doomsday spore, it can multiply in the host's body, complete rebirth by devouring the host's flesh and vitality, and then continue to evolve the nesting doll.

The Doomsday Superman, who is quite famous in the fan circle, is actually a Superman infected with Doomsday spores, and his combat power can be ranked among several alien Superman forms.

The reason why Helen didn't try this instinct the first time she saw it was because she felt it was really too outrageous. As a Doomsday person, she knew the outrageousness of this ability better than anyone else.

In terms of form, Doomsday spores are a bit like symbiote factors. They both exist in the form of particles and can possess others to achieve parasitism.

But the problem with symbiote factors is that particles are the life form of themselves. Once the particles suffer a destructive blow, the symbiote will also die, and the residue of the smallest unit of symbiote factors cannot allow the symbiote to continue to survive. They at least need to retain a part of the organization.

And in this extreme situation, the symbiote revived from the remaining small amount of organization may not be the original one. When 99% of their body structure is destroyed, consciousness dissipates, and subsequent rebirth is more like a new birth.

But Doomsday spores are not. They can float in the universe as particles of the smallest unit until they find a host, and after rebirth, they are still the previous Doomsday. The individual's consciousness will not dissipate due to the loss of organizational structure.

In other words, Doomsday is both matter composed of microscopic particles and microscopic particles themselves. The two states of existence complement each other and transform into each other.

And according to Helen's observation, there is no such thing as the smallest Doomsday spore. It can divide as small as it can survive, far exceeding the microscopic range understood by humans now. In other words, theoretically speaking, Doomsday is absolutely immortal.

What's more outrageous is that Doomsday reborn from the spore state will still retain the evolution ability before rebirth. Not only will it not be logged out, but it doesn't even need to be re-leveled.

Anyone who sees this heaven-defying ability will be stunned for a moment. Helen just regarded it as a life-saving means under extreme circumstances. After all, it is definitely better to have a body under normal circumstances.

But now listening to Shiler, this ability seems to be able to be actively applied in other aspects. Could it be that it can also turn into a parasite like Venom?

Helen asked this question inadvertently. Venom immediately exploded. He bared his sharp teeth and roared at Helen: "I am not a parasite, you damn little brat! Apologize quickly!"

Helen picked her ears, pretending not to hear. She felt that it was faster to try it herself than to ask Shiler, so she waved her hand at Eddie and said: "You stand further away, otherwise you might get hurt."

Venom just wanted to mock, but Eddie ran out of the door in a flash. He knew how big Helen's background was. Even an Asgardian who went crazy was not something ordinary people could resist. It was better to hide further away.

Shiler also silently floated out of the door. Doomsday spores are too weird. It is hard to say whether they will have an influence on non-substantial existence. Out of caution, it is better to stay away.

Only Helen was left in the room. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Shiler only saw a thin, colorless mist rising from her side. In an instant, the ground under her feet and the walls around her all began to fade.

With a "swish", the mist was retracted into Helen's body. She looked at her hands with some shock. Shiler floated at the door and asked: "How do you feel? Can you control it?"

"It's too magical." Helen sighed and said: "This is not the spores I released. This is myself... This is another form of my existence."

"It's hard for me to describe it to you, but when I turn into this form, I can perfectly master every spore, drive them to devour killing and destruction, but at the same time, I maintain consciousness in another strange way, as if I am a collective consciousness of countless lives."

"Can you swallow the zombie virus?"

"Perhaps I can, no, I mean of course I can." Helen turned to look out the window and said: "It is impossible for any virus to be my opponent. I can swallow them all."

Helen looked at Shiler again and said: "The zombie virus is solved. It's that simple."

"No, don't forget our other goal. We still have to save zombie Spider-Man." Shiler smiled and looked at Helen and said: "Brainwave therapy to soothe his emotions is just to prevent him from being swallowed by extreme negative emotions and producing self-destructive thoughts."

"He will walk out of the shadow by virtue of his strength and kindness. Of course he can do it, but we need to provide a little help."

One day later, in the conference room of the Avengers base, all the superheroes looked up at a news broadcast on the screen.

"The following is an emergency news broadcast. Yesterday afternoon at six o'clock, a special virus invaded New York State. The infected skin appeared gray-green, their sanity was unclear, their appetite increased, and at the same time, they were accompanied by extremely strong aggressive desires. This station reminds all residents to be more vigilant..."

"New York Express, ten hours ago, our reporter sent back a report that the zombie virus broke out in a large area in the Bronx. The infected appeared with symptoms of lip rot and exposed teeth, accompanied by bloodthirst, hunger, violence, and a sharp increase in aggressive desires. The police have rushed to the scene to investigate..."

"Exclusive report from this station, major news, major news, the zombie virus has infected a large area in many parts of New York City. The Mayor of New York City announced twenty minutes ago that New York City has entered a state of emergency..."

"What the hell is going on?!" Captain America tapped his shield, and everyone else's eyes fell on zombie Spider-Man.

"I warned you." Zombie Spider-Man's tone was very low. He looked around at the superheroes and said: "Time is tight, I'll make a long story short. This is not the first time I've met you."

"My universe and your universe have entered a time loop. Simply put, disasters spread to each other and cannot stop. And every time it reaches a certain time, the universe will be reset, and your memories will also be lost."

"In the previous several cycles, I have already had some experience and found a feasible solution. Next, you must cooperate with me to..."

"Bang! Bang bang!!!"

Violent knocking sounds came from outside the base door. The superheroes rushed out of the conference room and looked at the door at the end of the corridor, which had been knocked into a huge edge.

Iron Man's eyes widened, and he said incredulously: "What the hell! The door is made of vibranium!!!"

As soon as the words fell, with a "boom", a huge black shadow rushed directly into the Avengers base. Several people looked closely and saw that it was actually a hunting dog three times the normal size.

Its skin appeared rotten gray-green, its eyes were blood-red, it bared its sharp teeth, drooled, and fiercely rushed towards the superheroes.

Zombie Spider-Man was stunned. The situation was once again beyond his expectations. Didn't the zombie virus not infect animals?! What is this thing?!

The Avengers superheroes rushed to fight. Captain America slapped his shield on it, and the rotten hunting dog just tilted its body slightly. Everyone discovered that this thing was not easy to deal with.

It just so happened that the space in the corridor of the Avengers base was very small, at most two people standing in a row, unable to unfold the encirclement formation, so they could only face the enemy head-on.

No one expected the vibranium door to be knocked open directly. Most people were not prepared for the base to be attacked. Many people didn't even bring equipment. Iron Man was wearing armor, but Hawkeye didn't even take his bow.

The hunting dog relied on its smaller body shape and stronger jumping ability, stepped on the wall like lightning, jumped over Captain America who was difficult to break through, exerted force on its waist, shook its head, landed at the end of the team, opened its bloody mouth, and bit on Dr. Banner's arm.

Banner retreated in pain and let out a scream. Iron Man reached out to pull him, but it was too late. Out of the instinct of self-preservation, Hulk appeared instantly, and a deafening roar echoed over New York.

When the green giant jumped to the ground, his face was full of pain. He kept scratching his arms, making panting sounds in his mouth, sometimes angrily pounding the ground with his fists, but he looked very weak, only smashing some floor tiles.

After zombie Spider-Man rushed over, he looked at the green giant's painful expression and said: "He might be infected. Hurry up and think of a way to subdue him, otherwise, he will infect more people!"

Without his reminder, the Avengers superheroes came out in full force. Iron Man flew into mid-air and used his hand cannon to force the green giant to move, and Captain America threw his shield with all his strength, making the green giant stagger back a few steps.

Natasha used the walkie-talkie to notify S. H. I. E. L. D. for fire support, Hawkeye stood on the roof and aimed his bow at the green giant's eyes, and the local Spider-Man shot spider silk at the green giant's feet, wanting to hinder his actions.

All of a sudden, everyone's attention was focused on the infected green giant, even zombie Spider-Man was no exception. Therefore, he didn't see a pair of blood-red eyes light up in the ruins of the ceiling that had been knocked open behind him.

"Ah!!!!"

Zombie Spider-Man, who was pounced on by the rotten hunting dog, let out a scream. The hunting dog bit heavily on one side of his shoulder, and zombie Spider-Man's half body was dripping with blood.

Fortunately, the Spider-Man on the side was quick-eyed and quick-handed, rushed forward and knocked the hunting dog away, not letting it tear off zombie Spider-Man's arm.

Zombie Spider-Man panted painfully on the ground, trying to turn over, and covered his wound tightly with one hand.

He thought he couldn't feel pain long ago, but for some reason, the wound this time hurt him so much that he was about to faint, even making him scream and roll on the ground.

The pain blurred his vision, so he didn't see transparent spores being injected into his blood vessels along the sharp teeth of the hunting dog, launching a great battle with another black virus flowing in his blood.