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Chapter 1768 Connors Gets Moving
The cells of the skull and the cells of Godzilla's remains did not engage in a cold, devouring process, but rather a silent, tragic fusion.

They originate from the same ancient, wild root of life, and at this moment, in the void frozen by the gravitational field, they flow with the same genetic code.

The cell membranes merged silently, like long-lost rivers flowing into the dried-up mother riverbed.

There was no screaming rejection alarm from the immune system, no devastating explosion of energy clashes—only a grand and unfamiliar harmony in the silence, like a heart beating anew at the bottom of an abyss.

Connors's shattered consciousness finally found a painful yet solid foothold within the body of Godzilla, which had long been declared dead.

Godzilla—this planetary-level living calamity—has an immune system that is a walking purification furnace.

Humanity's weak antibody defenses could easily incinerate any invader into cosmic dust in an instant, even with the slightest storm stirred up within its body.

Fortunately, this fusion is a call from bloodlines, not a desecration by foreign objects.

The dead nerve fibers, once the giant cables that pulled mountains, are now like rivers frozen for millennia welcoming the first rays of thawing spring sunshine.

The subtle, almost non-existent bioelectric currents reawakened, struggling to flow along those channels as thick as the roots of ancient trees.

This is not the light, quick jump of human neurons, but the heavy pulsation of magma churning deep within the Earth's crust.

Each signal carried a primal, world-shaking power, struggling to find a way through the ruins of the colossal body.

"Get moving..."

Connors's remaining will cried out in the boundless chaotic ocean of Godzilla's consciousness, like a speck of dust in a storm.

Miraculously, Godzilla's massive forelimb claw, which resembled a collapsing mountain, and one of its fingers, covered in jagged bone spurs and stained with congealed blood, twitched very slightly.

Next, there was the second one.

The giant claw, covered with a thick layer of keratin, seemed to be struck from the inside by an invisible giant hammer, suddenly sinking deep into the broken frozen soil, stirring up a cloud of murky snow mist mixed with ice crystals and dust.

As for Norman Osborne's frenzied biting?
Those massive wounds, devoured alive, exposing pale broken bones and writhing tissue?

Compared to the nearly inexhaustible atomic energy surging and roaring within Godzilla's body, it was nothing more than a tiny, insignificant trace!

Connors sensed a "will" beyond human comprehension driving his body—a powerful instinct deep within Godzilla's life core, originating from the ancient star furnace.

The cells at the edge of the wound are undergoing a "mass-energy conversion" miracle, somewhere between mythology and physics, under the indescribable heat and energy.

The severed blood vessels reconnected themselves like a molten dark gold river; the shattered bones emitted a muffled, thunderous roar of regeneration, as countless tiny bone particles rapidly reorganized under the constraint of a powerful biofield; the torn muscle fibers, like billions of wildly multiplying dark red pythons, intertwined, coiled, and expanded at a visible speed in the abyss of the wound.

The speed of metabolism has long surpassed the category of "fast"; it is a terrifying sight where time itself is compressed and burned in the local wound.

The newly formed tissue shimmered with an eerie glow of interwoven dark blue and crimson, and the nascent scales, as hard as diamonds, solidified on the surface of flesh, covering it. In just a few heavy breaths, the horrific wound that had once been deep enough to expose bone had been replaced by a layer of new, resilient tissue covered with nascent scales, leaving only faint traces of its color.

In the distance, the roar of death and destruction was the only main theme at this moment.

Norman Osborn is engaged in the most primal and violent struggle with the Hulk, who is tens of meters tall.

Hulk, on the other hand, is like an emerald mountain imbued with a violent will.

Its muscles are bulging and taut, each one containing a terrifying power capable of shaking the earth's axis.

It has no fancy techniques, only the purest and most direct destructive power!
The arm, as thick as a giant bridge pier, carried the power to crush stars, punching Norman's body covered in thick mutated armor, producing a terrifying roar like a super-heavy forging hammer striking alloy.

Each impact caused Norman's massive body to tremble violently, and the seabed beneath his feet to crack and collapse as if it had been bombarded.

At the very moment of this life-or-death struggle, an absolutely undeniable presence, like the cold sword of Damocles, hung without warning over Norman's core of perception!
It is not transmitted through conventional hearing or sight.

It was a powerful impact that transcended the senses and originated from the very essence of life!

“Buzz——!!!”

An invisible ripple first swept across the area in the form of a gravitational wave.

Every cell in Norman's massive body felt the subtle yet irresistible distortion and tremor of the spacetime structure, as if the mass of the entire planet had shifted slightly around him in an instant.

Next came light—not the light of the visible spectrum, but a pure high-energy radiation pulse directly converted from the raging nuclear reactor within Godzilla's body. Like a supernova explosion, it pierced through the clouds, instantly outlining a huge, majestic, and eerily blue phantom of Godzilla against the frozen sky!

This totem of light flashed by in an instant, yet it was enough to scorch the souls of all who looked up to it.

Following closely behind was an even sharper and more direct electromagnetic pulse storm, like billions of invisible steel needles, piercing Norman's nervous system, which had been enhanced by technology and biofields, bringing a violent, life-level stinging pain and dizziness.

Finally, there is the life signal itself that extends to all corners of the world—a composite declaration of existence that combines gravitational waves, high-energy radiation, bioelectromagnetic fields, and even weak spatial disturbances!

Starting from the remnants of Godzilla's resurrection, it spreads like a pebble thrown into a cosmic lake, instantly creating ripples that sweep across the entire planet's surface.

Globally, all the hidden Titans (which of course do not exist) received this undeniable call and declaration at the same moment: their king, or the most terrifying challenger, has once again risen on the earth!
The signal was so clear and so domineering that it was like a mental nuclear bomb detonating deep within Norman's soul, who was right next to it!
"Connors!!!"

Norman's distorted voice, a mixture of Green Goblin's maniacal laughter and beastly howls, was torn apart for the first time by pure horror.

Its massive, armored, and bone-spiked head suddenly twisted nearly 180 degrees, and its compound eyes instantly locked onto the huge wreckage behind it, which should have been a desolate graveyard.

How is that possible?! How could he still be alive?

(End of this chapter)