American Comics: From Map Editor to Immortal Gods

"Terror Team Crowbar said viciously."

As a professional assassin, this was the first time he had ever felt so frustrated.

Can't beat it, can't beat it at all!

Who understands the despair of not even breaking someone's skin when you're operating at full power!

No way, aren't you made of flesh and blood? How come you're a hundred times harder than steel?!

Is this reasonable?

When an assassin encounters a tank, it's like meeting a living doom.

Roar--

The giant windmill in the sky rotates 360 degrees with great agility.

It then spewed out bursts of high-temperature flames.

This is Rodan's ranged attack method. Having absorbed countless volcanic magma energies, Rodan has already acquired some volcanic characteristics.

Even its body surface is covered with a layer of lava to enhance its defense.

Rodan's attacks might be useless against Ghidorah and the Reaper, but they are a deadly weapon against the Reaper.

Fireballs rained down on the ground, annihilating more than a dozen Reaper Beasts and dozens of soldiers in one fell swoop.

Behind the Decepticons and the Rainmaker were only a dozen or so ordinary Reaper soldiers.

"Oh shit! The monsters on Earth are too brutal!"

As soon as Bianlu finished speaking, he noticed that all his teammates slammed on the brakes, their faces filled with despair.

Before Bianlu could react, the entire car crashed into a mountain, the front of the car completely smashed.

The wingman was practically dead.

Before he could react, his body suddenly felt light as he was lifted up by a pair of large hands and made to look into a pair of huge eyes.

The wingman trembled in fright: "Star... Star Celestial Venerable!"

"Your Majesty, spare my life!"

The same scene is playing out all over the world.

Just one night ago, the three major alien alliances were still swaggering around, preparing to divide up the Earth.

The situation changed drastically overnight, and the alien alliance tried every means to escape, each one wanting to flee Earth.

However, Earth is like a ravenous beast, letting outsiders in but not planning to let them out.

They were just like the Martians back then.

She had only been there a short time when she started crying and calling for her mother to run away.

But it was too late.

The Martians of yesteryear are now "bed guests" in various laboratories.

He slept peacefully.

The three-legged mechs were almost all destroyed.

Only a very small number of Martians ventured into deep forests, underground, or the depths of the ocean.

They were reduced to savages on Earth.

The Reaper civilization and the Decepticons are now facing the same situation.

The casualties they caused on Earth were devastating; conservative estimates put the death of tens of millions of people overnight.

But that’s about it.

Right now,

Located in Manhattan, New York.

A place called the Water Tower.

"Homelanders, now it's your turn. This is your best chance yet. If you can kill enough aliens, with the help of the company's professional team, you can become the world's most popular superheroes!"

Maidellin, Vice President of Wotech Group, provider of breast milk for fellow countrymen, and a mother-child enthusiast, spoke earnestly to the people of his motherland.

The man from the homeland glanced at the ferocious beasts and terrifying cannons on television and shook his head without a second thought.

"No, no, no, I'm just doing this for money. There's no need for me to fight those aliens to the death. Their spaceships have cannons, and they have super battleships on the moon. I don't want to get hit by a cannon."

Medellin sighed and facepalmed. “Now that the alien alliance’s offensive has been hampered and Earth has launched a counterattack, this is a great opportunity to show our strength. There is absolutely no danger!”

Homelander glanced at the colossal Star God, hundreds of meters tall, on the television screen. "You think I can handle this thing?"

Medellin frowned and said, "That's an Autobot. He can scan both sides and won't accidentally hurt his friends. Only thugs and enemies who take advantage of the chaos are his targets."

"Yes, you're right! That's why I refuse."

Homelander shook his head, sat down on the sofa, and looked determined not to leave.

"What did I say?" Medellin was quite confused.

“You said he would take action against villains, and I don’t want to be treated as an enemy and killed casually.”

The people of the motherland are very honest.

Although his persona is that of a superhero, Homelander knows himself very well.

Doesn't he know what kind of person he is?

He occasionally kills a few harmless villains to boost his popularity, but if he encounters an innocent person who doesn't know any better, or a hostage, he might "mistake" and kill them all.

I'm not exactly a villain, but I'm not exactly a good person either.

Don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens.

What if Star Celestial Venerable portrays me as the villain? Wouldn't that be the end of me?

Medellín: ...

It makes sense.

But...

Medellin frowned. "This is our last chance. If we don't do something, how will the Super Seven build their reputation?"

In the world of The Boys, Vought International rose to fame with the Seven, becoming a multinational conglomerate.

However, in this merged world, Vought's limited capabilities were completely suppressed by S.H.I.E.L.D. and others.

While the Vought International Group was still quite powerful, it paled in comparison to Stark Industries. 747

Homelanders and others have been much more restrained in their actions compared to the Black Robe World.

Because the powers of this world don't tolerate them.

Once the other party catches you red-handed, you can easily crush them.

This is not an exaggeration.

To put it bluntly, Vought International is an entertainment company.

So-called superheroes... can basically be killed with guns.

There are only a few troublesome points.

However, they pose no threat to regular troops.

Putting everything else aside, Hulk alone could easily crush the entire so-called Seven.

Therefore, the people here are not considered qualified fellow countrymen and cannot do whatever they want.

Playing Crescent Moon Blade late at night is fine, but if you want me to not eat beef... then my eyes immediately clear up when the iron fist of justice comes down.

"It's alright, I can't do it myself, but you guys can. You can get a few corpses, and I'll act out the scene, right?"

"Oh right, isn't there a flying guy with glowing eyes who's active around? Isn't that another me?"

Homelander says, I can handle petty theft on Earth, but as for aliens, sorry, I haven't seen any!

Medellin sighed. The development of the Water Corporation was very difficult. They finally managed to train Homelander, but it turned out to be such a coward.

They strike hard domestically, but are subservient to foreign powers.

But they can't say anything, because the current Homelanders are their trump card.

They themselves are also well protected.

The data about Homelanders is very impressive, such as their ability to withstand nuclear bombs.

But if you really put Homelander against Titans, or the likes of Hulk or Thor, that wouldn't work.

At most, they can deal with some ordinary villains.

As long as the king doesn't agree with the king, lies can become the truth, and the Homelander is world-class!

but...

What's fake is fake.

No matter how well it's packaged, it's still fake.

Left with no other choice, Medellín had to force the rest of the Super Seven to join the attack.

If I can't handle the people of my motherland, can't I handle you?

With Homelander's support, Medellín felt quite confident in front of the others.

Only when giving instructions,

Medellin repeatedly warned, "Remember, this place on the New York coastline is absolutely off-limits. You must not provoke the Eastern man named Rowling, nor those beautiful women."

Queen Maeve expressed her incomprehension, but she still kept a picture that Medellin had shown her firmly in her mind.

Rowling...

At this time, Rowling himself was feared by the Vought Corporation.

They are receiving their spoils of war.

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“Great Creator, all the Decepticon elites and Lockdown Legion elites have been brought here.”

Star Celestial Venerable knelt on one knee.

At its feet was a pile of Transformers with their arms and legs removed and tightly bound.

Among them was the former Autobot leader, Sentinel Prime.

"Well done, keep it up! I'll get you a few new sisters-in-law next year."

Rowling was very satisfied. He was enjoying his retirement at home while his subordinates worked hard outside. It was simply wonderful.

"It is my honor to serve the great Creator."

Xing Tianzun never complained or asked for any reward; he was simply a born worker.

"Great Creator, I surrender! I surrender!"

Seeing the invincible Star Celestial Venerable's humble attitude towards Luo Lin, he quickly begged for mercy.

The members of the Terror Squad also expressed their willingness to surrender.

He spouted a bunch of famous quotes from Earth, such as "Having drifted through half my life, I only regret that I have not met a wise ruler."

Upon hearing this, Luo Lin slapped him across the face.

Good heavens, there are always treacherous subjects trying to harm me. And you think you can be the one to avenge your father? You must not be allowed to live!

[Kill the following abnormal targets: Sentinel Prime, Side Lane, Rainbringer, and Terror Team. Gain 4900 Abnormal Points]

[Map editor upgraded to version 7.2, current outlier count: 4000/6300]

"Cool!"

Luo Lin first added points to himself, and combined with the various bonus items in his inventory, his six major attributes have now exceeded 10,000.

This is not simply a thousand times ten.

The further you progress, the greater the bonus from increasing attribute points.