"Do you really think you can make me surrender just because you're a traitor?"
Gravik sneered, his tone full of disdain: "You've only merged with Abomination's genes; do you think that's enough to beat me?"
"Besides, you aren't the only one who possesses this power!"
As he spoke, his body suddenly began to expand, his limbs grew thick and knotted, veins bulged under his skin, and sharp bone spurs even protruded from his spine.
It was exactly the appearance of Abomination!
Bang!
Gravik stomped his foot, the ground shattered into a spiderweb of cracks, and his body flew out like a cannonball.
He clenched his right hand into a fist, bringing a fierce wind as he aimed straight for Darian's face!
Darian reacted extremely quickly, tilting his head to the side to dodge Gravik's fist.
In the next moment, he exerted force from his waist and abdomen, channeling it through his entire body to his arm, and his elbow struck out like a spring-loaded hammer.
"Muay Thai Warning!"
Gravik hurriedly bent his arm to block, but the moment they made contact, the force was ridiculously strong.
Even with his tough physique, which had merged with Abomination's genes, he could hardly withstand it, and his defensive stance was forcibly knocked aside.
That elbow strike broke through his defenses without any resistance and landed heavily on his face.
Bang! Crack!
A dull Impact sound mixed with the crisp sound of shattering bone exploded.
Gravik's ferocious face instantly distorted, and the terrifying force lifted his feet off the ground, sending him flying backward like a broken kite!
Boom!
Gravik's body crashed through the wall, sending bricks flying, and he finally smashed a shallow crater into the corridor floor before sliding another seven or eight meters and coming to a stop.
He struggled to climb out of the rubble, his nose visibly collapsed, and purple blood gushed from his nostrils.
Ignoring his injuries, Gravik glared at Darian, who was walking slowly out of the hole, his face full of shock.
"We both merged with Abomination's genes, so how is your strength so much greater?"
Darian spread his hands: "I don't know, maybe the genes you merged with expired."
Gravik: "..."
What the hell is "expired"? Can this stuff even expire?
He didn't have time to think, as he saw Darian's figure flicker, and a straightforward straight punch was already coming through the air.
Gravik's pupils shrank, and he immediately raised his arm to strike back.
Bang!!
Their fists collided fiercely.
A visible shockwave erupted between them, shaking the light tubes on the ceiling of the corridor violently and causing them to buzz.
Darian stepped back, looking at Gravik in surprise.
At this moment, Gravik's right arm changed again, transforming into a large green arm.
It was Hulk's arm!
Gravik met Darian's gaze, grinning, his mouth pulling into a ferocious arc.
"Didn't expect that, did you? Just a moment ago, I finished merging with all the remaining gene samples in stock at once!"
Generally speaking, ordinary Skrulls cannot merge with special genes at all.
Even those with outstanding talent have a very limited capacity for the strength and variety of genes they can carry.
But Gravik was clearly an exception.
His talent was rare among Skrulls, and combined with secret modifications his body had undergone in his early years, he had become a living container capable of holding multiple special genes.
As for what the upper limit was, even he hadn't reached it.
Originally, Gravik intended to proceed step-by-step and merge steadily.
Who knew that Darian and his group would suddenly arrive, directly disrupting all his plans.
Seeing that the situation was lost, the ruthless Gravik decisively chose to take a risk and merge with all the remaining gene samples at once.
He admitted he had gambled.
But he had won the bet!
"Now I am invincible; no Avengers will be my match!"
Gravik laughed wantonly.
As he spoke, his head also changed.
His skin rapidly turned dark red, as if lava were flowing underneath, emitting a scorching orange-red glow, and the temperature of the surrounding air climbed sharply, with heat waves rushing toward him.
At the same time, the injuries on his face were healing rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, they were restored to normal.
This was the ability of an Extremis Soldier.
Gravik glared viciously at Darian and said sharply: "But before killing those Avengers, I'll take out you, this damned traitor first!"
He opened his mouth suddenly and spat out a ball of scorching flames, instantly engulfing the location where Darian was.
The hot flames churned, leaving everything around charred black.
Gravik sneered: "Even with Abomination's ability, in this high temperature..."
He only got halfway through his sentence before his expression froze.
He saw the flames slowly disperse, and Darian walked out from within, the surrounding tongues of fire seeming to avoid him in fear; not only was he not injured, but not even a corner of his clothes was damaged.
"How is that possible!?"
Gravik's eyes widened.
In his memory, Abomination did not have such an ability.
Darian chuckled: "Coincidentally, I didn't just merge with one type of gene."
Hearing this, Gravik's expression darkened: "Then let's see whether you've merged with more genes, or I have!"
Bang!!
The ground under Gravik's feet exploded, and he rushed out at high speed, that giant green arm whipping up a fierce wind as it smashed towards him!
Darian raised his arm to block, and the dull sound of the collision echoed in the corridor.
But immediately after, the air to his right hissed, and a thick, green, long tail swept across, knocking him away.
Just as Darian stood up in the pile of rubble and looked up, he saw Gravik walking on the ceiling as if it were flat ground, rushing toward him upside down.
"Dr. Lizard and Spider-Man's abilities?"
Darian raised an eyebrow, reached behind him, and pulled two golden desert eagles from his rear.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The muzzle flashes flickered, and energy bullets flew out, precisely aiming at the vital points on Gravik's body.
However, Gravik did not dodge or evade, his entire skin suddenly turning deep black. The energy bullets hit him, exploding in a series of crisp clangs, splashing sparks, and leaving only faint white marks.
"Good guy, he even has Luke Cage's ability. What kind of ultimate patchwork monster is this?"
Darian couldn't help but complain.
Before he finished speaking, Gravik had crashed down from the ceiling, his hands clasped together, transforming into Hulk's arms, and smashed down with the momentum of his fall!
Darian retreated rapidly, and the ground where he had been standing was smashed into a terrifying crater, with gravel splashing like rain.
Before he could stand steady, Gravik rushed over again.
Darian was about to counterattack when he heard Gravik suddenly shout.
"Stop!"
The moment the voice fell, Darian's movements suddenly froze, as if another consciousness was forcibly squeezing into his mind, trying to take control of his body.
It was the ability of the Purple Man, Kilgrave!
This time, Darian wasn't wearing that daigua ring that provided immunity to mental control.
However, it wasn't a big problem.
"Super Armor!"
Darian whispered in his heart. The moment the skill was activated, the sluggish feeling in his body receded like a tide.
However, in that split second of delay, Gravik's fist had already reached his eyes.
Taking advantage of the fact that the Super Armor effect hadn't worn off, Darian took the punch head-on and backhanded a punch, sending Gravik flying more than ten meters away.
His physique wasn't weak, and with equipment to block, even taking Gravik's punch head-on didn't cause much damage.
Gravik was the same; he stood up from the ruins, his injuries healed in the blink of an eye.
Although the strength of each of Gravik's abilities was far inferior to the original, the sheer quantity was overwhelming, and the combination of multiple abilities was quite powerful.
Gravik looked at Darian, whose appearance hadn't changed, and mocked: "Is that all the genes you've merged with?"
At this moment, he looked like a Frankenstein's monster pieced together by various creatures.
Left Hulk, right Abomination, Dr. Lizard on his rear, Luke Cage on his chest.
Kill anyone who blocks him, kill any God who blocks him!
"Of course not."
Darian said, raising his right hand and gently swiping in front of his face.
A mask with strange patterns appeared silently, fitting perfectly on his face.
At the same time, ripples appeared in the air beside him, and several jet-black tentacles slowly emerged from his body. These tentacles had no fixed shape themselves, appearing to be between sticky flesh and viscous energy, twisting and squirming silently in mid-air, like living things with independent life.
They looked even more bizarre than Gravik's getup.
Gravik was a bit stunned: "Whose genes did you merge with?"
"Squidward."
Gravik: "..."
I've lived on Earth since I was a child; do you think I haven't watched SpongeBob SquarePants?!
Gravik's eyes were cold: "I don't care what that is; all of this is just futile resistance!"
He shot out, pushing his various gene abilities to the limit, his size expanding again during the dash, like a little giant injected with the power of nine dragons, muscles bulging all over, and his sandbag-sized fist smashed toward Darian.
Darian didn't dodge or evade, swinging his fist to meet him.
The fists collided, air waves surged, and the ground under the two of them cracked simultaneously.
In this moment of stalemate, that large lizard tail behind Gravik attacked again, covered in Abomination's bone spurs, like a ferocious mace, sweeping over with a sharp whistle.
If it hit, it would probably make his body look like a watering can.
Swish!
A cold light flashed.
Half of the tail covered in bone spurs smashed onto the ground, the cross-section as smooth as a mirror.
A jet-black tentacle was flexibly gripping a simple, one-handed short sword.
[Equipment: One-handed short sword (From a certain slayer who specializes in hunting goblins, has a restraint effect on all targets in goblin form)]
"What?"
Gravik looked shocked.
You have to know, most of the genes he merged with were super-powered individuals with strong bodies, and his defense was terrifyingly high; even ordinary missiles could hardly damage him at all.
But this seemingly unremarkable short sword could actually break through his defense so easily?
However, that wasn't all.
In addition to the black tentacle holding the one-handed short sword, the other jet-black tentacles dancing behind Darian were also holding different weapons. Loki's dagger, Sif's longsword, Scorch's axe, Logan's claws...
A motley collection, and not a single one was repeated.
Gravik: Z (- ° A ° ; ) -
Where did you pull out so many weapons from?
Before he could digest this absurd scene, all the black tentacles suddenly moved!
They seemed to share the same brain, attacking without any sequence, suddenly attacking Gravik from all directions at the same time.
The saying goes that two fists are no match for four hands, let alone six tentacles here.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
The cold light wove into a web of death.
In just a few seconds, more than a dozen wounds exploded all over Gravik's body, varying in depth, with the deepest ones even revealing white bones, and a large amount of purple blood spurting from the wounds.
Although Gravik's physical defense was extremely strong, none of these weapons were ordinary; they were almost all divine weapons that could cut iron like mud. Especially that pair of Adamantium Claws from Logan, which directly ignored any defense, and every swing could take away a large chunk of flesh from Gravik.
If it weren't for the fact that Gravik had merged with the Extremis Soldier gene, possessed extremely strong self-healing ability, and was desperately protecting his vital head, he would have been chopped into mincemeat long ago.
Gravik was both shocked and angry, wanting to pull back and retreat, attempting to open up distance and regroup.
But these black tentacles were relentless, sealing all his retreat paths, and the offensive not only showed no signs of weakening but became increasingly violent and dense. What was even more fatal was that Darian himself was not idle either, casting various negative magic spells one after another with a wave of his hand.
Weakness, Slow, Poison, Bleeding, Dizziness...
Gravik was already at a disadvantage, and being plastered with this full set of "light magic" combo, his movements became even more sluggish, his reactions were half a beat slower, and more and more wounds appeared on his body; the self-healing ability of the Extremis Soldier couldn't keep up.
"Bastard!"
Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, a flash of ruthlessness appeared in Gravik's eyes, and he gritted his teeth: "You forced me to do this!"
Suddenly, a scorching, dazzling golden light erupted from his entire body!
Surging energy turned into a tangible shockwave, exploding crazily outward from him, directly shaking away the swords, axes, and claws attacking from all directions!
Seeing Gravik suddenly power up, Darian immediately retreated to a safe area, frowning.
This ability looked so familiar; it seemed he had seen it somewhere before.
Before he could think about it, Gravik was already laughing wildly and revealing the answer.
"You should have realized it, right? That's right, this is Captain Marvel's ability!"
"Speaking of which, I have to thank that guy Nick Fury; he actually secretly kept her gene sample back then, otherwise, how would I have the opportunity to merge with such powerful strength?"
"It's just a pity that her genes are extremely unstable and carry the danger of backlash at any time. If it weren't for you, this traitor, pushing me so hard, I would never have used this trump card!"
After listening to this standard villain-style self-introduction, Darian finally remembered.
No wonder it looked so familiar; it turned out to be Captain Marvel's ability.
During the last dungeon run, he had already personally experienced Captain Marvel's strength.
In all honesty, unless he used his trump card, his chances of winning if he faced Captain Marvel head-on were not high.
How high, exactly?
Probably only high enough to move the decimal point a few places over.
And now, Gravik had actually merged with Captain Marvel's genes; even if it was just a flawed replica, it was an existence that absolutely could not be underestimated.
"Is it too late to call Wanda over now?"