stonecrandall Chapter 300 Werewolf Game!
Chapter 300 Werewolf Game!
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833 universe
The British Spider-Man comes from a very special universe—Universe 833.
As for what to do, I've already mentioned it before—in any case, this isn't Spider-Man named Peter Parker, but a member of Captain Britain's Legion.
In a future British universe that is about to go astray, he actually has some authority, such as the ability to monitor whether there are other things running around in the multiverse.
No, we shouldn't say "multiverse," we should say "omnipotent universe."
Never doubt whether the other party has the prestige to back it up. You should know that in the British universe there is a magical item known as the "Sword in the Stone," and the owner of this sword was the great wizard Merlin.
That is the source of omnipotent cosmic-level magic, and undoubtedly one of the strongest beings.
It's hard to say whether the future of the 833 universe "ran away" during the entire Beyond God event, or whether Merlin, having had enough of watching the show, hid his own cosmos—or rather, his "figure."
However, when urgent alarms suddenly began to sound throughout the entire British universe—
Queen Sarah Finney—the absolute leader protected by the British Captains Legion—was looking seriously at the man who had appeared before her.
The man was lifting the British Spider-Man by the shoulders, raising him high in the air, a pose somewhat reminiscent of the villainous Bear Grylls who wreaked havoc in the Land of Light next door.
The British Spider-Man's legs kicked helplessly in the air, his hands gripping the wrist that was choking him, his face behind the mask filled with bewilderment.
"Hello—" the man spoke, his voice carrying a strange, deliberately lighthearted tone, "Hello everyone. Good morning—"
Although she could naturally speak a string of perfectly understandable words, Hanlu, to show her seriousness, immediately rattled off a bunch of strange, nonsensical English.
A bright smile graced his lips, a smile devoid of malice but also devoid of any reverence, like a tourist entering an unfamiliar city, waving to passersby and saying, "Nice weather."
Of course, he could learn it in the next second if he wanted to.
But it was obvious that when they saw their own teammates being lifted high above the opponent's heads, all the British captains instantly lost their temper.
"Put down the hostages you're holding!"
The British captain leading the group raised a heavy longsword, its tip pointing directly at Hanlu.
The crucifix-style sword gleamed with a cold silver light under the lamp, and ancient runes could be faintly seen flowing along its blade.
It's obvious that this sword is not the sword in the stone—
After all, that thing was said to be able to "cut down multiverse-level beings with a single pull," so for Hanlu's single-universe-level clone, that thing was really nothing.
But he still graciously didn't move.
The British captains around him all raised their weapons in unison.
Swords, spears, magic wands, energy cannons—all sorts of attacks came from all directions aimed at Hanlu, like a tightening iron hoop, surrounding him and the British Spider-Man in the very center.
"It's nothing, everyone—" Hanlu's voice remained relaxed, as if she were soothing a group of frightened kittens. "It's nothing, please don't worry."
I just wanted to chat with your queen, share my thoughts, and casually ask where that dubious universe actually is.
He tilted his head, as if he was seriously thinking about a question.
"By the way—do you guys watch me when I go to the bathroom?"
As he spoke, he casually put down the British Spider-Man next to him.
The British Spider-Man's feet finally touched the ground. His knees buckled, and he almost lost his balance, staggering two steps before regaining his footing.
He rubbed his neck, which was red from being pinched, and looked at his original universe in disbelief.
To be honest, he has always tried his best to hide his location, and rarely shows himself in major events. At most, he acts like a prophet, giving people a slight reminder.
But it's obvious—someone went directly to his universe based on the coordinates on his body.
For the Cold Dew season, this is almost an easy task.
And as soon as he got there, he started throwing out his own concepts.
At least the British captains who were cruising on the moon were looking at a large purple cocoon that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere in front of them.
The cocoon floated silently above the surface of the moon, emitting a soft, pulsating light, like a life form that was gestating something.
Its surface has flowing golden patterns that constantly change shape, as if writing some ancient script that transcends human cognition.
You know what, spiders do spin cocoons too, don't they?
Of course, please ignore this lame joke.
"Put down—what you're doing—"
The British captain, who was leading the charge, took a step forward, bringing the tip of his sword even closer to Hanlu's throat.
His voice was deep and powerful, each word sounding as if it had been struck from an anvil.
"Otherwise, you will be seen as a provocation against the entire British Captain's Legion!"
Hanlu raised her hands high above her head, striking a harmless pose.
His palms were outstretched, his ten fingers spread, and his palms facing the sky, a posture so standard it looked like he was surrendering.
He wore an innocent smile, his eyes curving into two crescent moons.
But it's obvious—the other party has already done what they were supposed to do.
He shook his head with utmost sincerity.
"Actually—this should be considered a good thing, right?"
His voice carried a unique sincerity: "Look, as the god of civilization, I will help you to record all the records of your existence and then imprint them in the stigmata."
Even if this universe were to truly collapse, I could easily recreate you all within it.
He paused, then blinked.
"Could this be considered immortality in another sense? I should be considered a good person, right? Heaven be the judge."
His tone became increasingly aggrieved.
"And all this time I've been chasing after the Eye Demon—you know, that giant octopus—running around everywhere, just to prevent him from dragging other universes into the corruption process again. I'm a super nice guy!"
Hanlu looked around at the British Captains who had surrounded her and even casually pulled away the British Spider-Man who had been put down.
He really felt wronged.
His eyes swept across everyone's face, trying to find a trace of agreement.
But all he found was suspicion and vigilance.
"That's enough!"
The British captain, who was leading the charge, suddenly took a step forward, and the cross sword drew an arc in the air, its tip coming to a steady stop three inches in front of Hanlu's nose.
The runes on the sword lit up, emanating a chilling sense of oppression.
"The regulations we enforce are far more ambitious than you can imagine!"
His voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying an unquestionable authority: "We are to make decisions on all catastrophic events throughout the entire omnipotent universe—"
And you, are merely a god of a civilization at the multiverse level, how dare you set your hand in here?
His chin was slightly raised, a posture that carried an innate, deep-seated sense of superiority.
It's obvious that arrogance and self-importance have become a common problem for so-called heroes or villains.
They have absolutely no idea what humility and friendliness mean.
They were angry at the stranger who had entered without saying hello.
They were particularly irritated by the other party's frequent actions of throwing "landmines" into their home.
But it's quite obvious that Hanlu, as an avatar, actually possesses many things of her own.
He plants his "cocoon" wherever he goes, so "pollution" has almost become his own concept.
Like the beholder in Cthulhu—
Wherever he goes, he brings with him endless indescribable and absurd experiences.
The mysterious beings that exist based on this concept, how could they not do it?
Just like a normal person's breathing—
Although people can hold their breath, what if you've already exhaled?
Should we suck it back in?
"Hmm—" Han Lu tilted her head, her smile unchanged, but the light in her eyes turned slightly colder. "Um—actually, I wanted to say—your monitoring is utterly worthless."
His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.
"It's completely useless."
He extended a finger and gently brushed aside the tip of the cross-shaped sword in front of him.
"Everything that was supposed to happen has happened, and everything that was supposed to be missed has been missed."
A slight smile played on his lips. "And I think you guys could become neighbors with the Observers—don't you agree, FrogPicture?"
All the British captains looked up at the sky.
In that four-dimensional space, there seemed to be a figure of a large-headed doll wearing a long robe, floating there, quietly watching everything.
His body was translucent, as if existing between existence and non-existence, and his luminous, empty, emotionless eyes stared straight at everything happening below.
But—there seemed to be a slight pause in his originally luminous pupils.
Clearly, he was bewildered that such a special world existed in the multiverse.
In an instant, following the frog's gaze, that scene was also instantly transmitted into the eyes of all the observers—
Those large-headed figures, draped in robes and hidden in the crevices of various dimensions, all froze at that moment.
They always thought they were the real audience, but they never expected—
There was another group of viewers watching them.
Werewolf.
Hanlu's smile widened even further.
The British captains glared angrily at the guy in front of them.
It's all because of this guy—
The Observer Universe, which had been hidden beneath the multiverse, was suddenly and abruptly exposed.
The big-headed doll wearing a long robe—Frog Tu—still floated in the sky, motionless.
But his eyes seemed a little brighter than before.
No, it's not bright.
It's hot.