I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 173 The Compromise of the Frenzy, the Prelude to the Holy War

"Um?"

"That contract—it's been signed. It seems Mephisto has already taken care of Dormammu."

Hades slowly opened his eyes, a knowing glint in his deep gaze.

He didn't dwell on it too much, because at almost the same time, another divine power mark was also activated.

This mark is connected to the frenzied attack.

"Sanctuary————"

"Let me see what you're capable of that can stop the inescapable trap we've laid together."

Hades muttered to himself, a glint of malice and anticipation flashing in his eyes.

Earth, a top-secret laboratory hidden deep beneath the beautiful country.

"Clang!"

Another muffled bang, accompanied by the acrid smell of energy overload, came from inside the isolation chamber.

The hatch slid open, revealing an almost melted metal skeleton inside. The biological tissue on the skeleton had been carbonized and had lost all signs of life.

This is the latest model of the Nimrod Sentinel robot, designed to house the bio-intelligent brain of the rampaging forces.

"Did it fail again?"

In the center of the laboratory, a biological brain suspended in a specially made nutrient solution emanates a wave of disappointment.

A massive surge of mental energy swept across the experimental data screen. Although the supercomputing unit had simulated a failure probability as high as 87.3% before the experiment began, the sense of defeat that came from the depths of the soul was still intense when faced with yet another complete failure.

"We—we have tried every known alloy and biological tissue compatibility scheme, even Adamantium—"

"Its biological strength is still insufficient to fully withstand the long-term load and instantaneous burst of the Mad Attack Master's mental power."

"Only a metal body made of pure adamantium alloy could possibly fully contain the consciousness of the Berserker."

Bolivar Trask, the founder of Sentinel robots, looked exhausted and resentful as he stared at the chaotic isolation pod, his voice hoarse.

John Chonggao, standing to the side, silently pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the rapidly scrolling stream of failure data.

The laboratory fell into a deathly silence, with only the cooling system still humming.

After a long silence, the overwhelming yet chilling spiritual power of the attack once again shook the air: "There is no other choice."

Deep within his vast consciousness, a divine imprint emanating a faint aura of the underworld was instantly activated.

"Activate the divine power mark and contact Hades."

"I need a biological body—one that matches my power."

The order for a frenzied attack was concise and powerful.

Almost the instant the mark was activated, the space inside the laboratory seemed to be frozen by an invisible force, and the light became dim and cold.

Strands of dark shadow gathered from the corner, eventually solidifying into the figure of Hades.

He seemed to belong there, out of place in the surrounding technological environment, yet possessing an overwhelming presence.

"Looks like you've finally figured it out."

Hades' gaze swept over the charred remains of the sentinel, finally settling on the central biological brain. His tone was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger.

The surging mental energy fluctuations carried a hint of helpless self-mockery: "There's no other choice. The Holy War between Olympus and the Holy Land is imminent. If you fail, given the methods and ambitions displayed by that Pope of the Holy Land, global unification will become a foregone conclusion."

"By then, unstable elements like me will never be allowed to exist. I don't want to die, and I don't want to lose the freedom I've finally gained."

"A very wise judgment."

"Don't worry, we won't fail. Now, let's talk about the specific compensation."

Hades raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

An illusory scroll constructed of pure divine power unfolded between the two, its surface shimmering with ancient Olympian script.

The terms are clear: Hades will create a perfect body for the Berserkers to withstand their power and provide necessary protection in the ensuing holy war.

The Berserkers, on the other hand, must unconditionally obey Hades's orders during the Holy War and become a powerful force in the Olympian camp.

Without much haggling, the spiritual and divine powers of both parties left their mark on the contract.

Once the contract is established, an invisible bond temporarily binds the two together.

"very good."

"Let's begin. Let me see what kind of masterpiece we can create by combining your mortal technology with my divine power."

Hades nodded in satisfaction and walked to the open space in the center of the laboratory.

He raised his hand, and a vast divine power from the underworld surged forth like a black tide, carrying a peculiar vitality of gestation and reshaping.

It's as pure as the Pure Land of Bliss.

The biomass materials stored in the laboratory were all forcibly recombined by this divine force.

The light shines brightly, and energy flows freely.

Bolivar Trask and John Sublime stared in disbelief at the unimaginable scene before them.

Under Hades' divine control, bones, muscles, nerves, and blood vessels were rapidly constructed at a speed that defied the common sense of biology.

The metal skeleton is perfectly integrated with biological tissue, shimmering with a dark metallic luster and the vitality of life.

This process lasted for an unknown amount of time, seemingly in a fleeting moment, yet also like an eternity.

As the divine light gradually faded, a near-perfect male body floated in mid-air.

He is nearly two meters tall, with a well-proportioned and powerful physique. Every muscle seems to have been precisely calculated, containing explosive power.

The skin has a healthy bronze color, with a faint glow flowing beneath it, a symbol of the perfect combination of divine power and high-tech materials.

With a cold expression and eyes closed, the mere unconscious energy fluctuations emanating from him sent shivers down the spines of the two top scientists.

"Is this...the power of God?"

Bolivar Trask's voice trembled, and he almost knelt down.

John Exalted had already rushed to the monitoring equipment, staring at the data that far exceeded the comprehension of humans and even most superhumans, and was so excited he was incoherent: "Perfect! Absolutely perfect!"

The main body of the berserker, that biological brain, was also simultaneously monitoring all the data.

Even his cold, hardened mind was stirred at this moment.

This body far exceeded his initial expectations.

"This body has consumed a lot of my original divine power."

"The effect seems to be quite good. It is not only tough enough to withstand your mottled yet enormous spiritual power, but more importantly, I have imprinted the seeds of the laws of the underworld within it."

Hades' voice carried a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.

"A berserk attack, I'm really looking forward to seeing just how much power you can unleash with this body."

"Theoretically, it possesses the potential to become a god."

He added meaningfully.

"Become a god?"

"Very good. Prepare for the final step! Consciousness transfer, transplant of the biological AI!"

The berserk mental force repeated the word, carrying a hint of scrutiny and immense ambition.

A vast amount of spiritual energy began to be drawn from the biological brain, like a vast galaxy, and slowly poured into that still, perfect body.

This process is more dangerous than building a body; the slightest mistake could result in either physical collapse or damage to the frenzied mind.

The laboratory was silent except for the hum of energy flowing through it.

Hades stood aside, hands behind his back, observing coldly.

The reason he went to such great lengths was because he had his eye on the aura within the Mad Attack's spiritual core that vaguely touched upon the level of a creator of a single universe.

This might be a card that can have a miraculous effect at a crucial moment.

Finally, the last bit of spiritual energy was successfully injected.

The suspended body jolted violently, and its tightly closed eyes snapped open.

Kuang Gong slowly raised his hands, clenched them, and felt the surging power at his fingertips, as well as the unparalleled sense of control brought about by the perfect harmony between his body and his own consciousness.

"It feels incredibly powerful."

The frenzied attack no longer resonated through mental energy vibrating the air, but rather emanated from this new throat, deep and magnetic, with a metallic quality.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the thick alloy wall on one side of the laboratory was torn apart by an invisible force, as if it were made of paper.

Bolivar Trask and John the Sublime were so excited they almost fainted, exclaiming repeatedly, "It's a success! Lord Berserker!"

"All physiological indicators are stable, and the consciousness synchronization rate is 100%!"

Hades watched as Kuang Gong adapted to his new body and said calmly, "It will take time for you to become familiar with your new power."

"The Holy War will last for two months. I hope that by then, you will become a sharp sword in my hand that can tear apart the Holy Land's defenses."

Kuang Gong turned his head, his eyes, a mixture of data and ghostly fire, looking at Hades, a cold smile curving his lips: "The Sanctuary—will pay the price for their past neglect."

With this near-divine body, he launched a frenzied attack, no longer just a schemer hiding in the shadows, but a top powerhouse capable of stepping onto the world's stage of destiny!

Just as the frenzied attack was giving birth to a new life, undercurrents on a global scale were becoming increasingly turbulent.

On the surface, the world seems to have entered a strange period of calm.

Previously frequent supernatural crimes and monster attacks have significantly decreased, and even international frictions seem to have tacitly paused.

An invisible pressure hangs over the world. Whether ordinary people or superhumans, everyone vaguely senses that a storm that will sweep the world is brewing.

Everyone is waiting, waiting for the three-month deadline to arrive, waiting for the holy war that will determine the future to begin.

Did the Holy Land successfully unify the world and establish a new order?

Or will the Olympian gods return and rule humanity once more?

Time passed by day by day in a suffocating calm.

Inside the underground laboratory, Berserker had fully adapted to his new body.

He not only perfectly inherited all the original mutant abilities, but also discovered many surprises brought by this divinely created body.

It possesses an almost limitless capacity to absorb and transform energy, near-immortal self-healing abilities, and a preliminary affinity for and control over the laws of the underworld, such as death and shadows.

He began high-intensity training, familiarizing himself with every bit of strength.

The initial combination of his spiritual power and the power of the underworld gods allowed him to develop many unprecedented attack methods.

He can even briefly open miniature portals to the underworld, summoning low-ranking underworld creatures, or banishing enemies to eternal darkness.

Hades would occasionally appear to observe the progress of the rampage and bring the latest intelligence from the outside world.

"There are no signs of a large-scale mobilization in the Sanctuary."

"That pope seems to have an extreme confidence in his own power."

Hades said after an observation.

Kuang Gong gathered the dark energy surrounding him and calmly analyzed, "We can't underestimate him."

"His very existence is an unrepeatable miracle!"

"rest assured."

"Mephisto and Dormammu have also begun their operations."

"The demonic legions of hell are gathering, and the points of erosion in the dark dimension are quietly being established at the edge of the real universe."

A cunning glint flashed in Hades' eyes.