Disintegration

Peter held the Silk with one hand, while the other hand held the unconscious Connors around his waist.

Above him, Harry carried John and Karen held the Rocket, each on a Goblin Glider, escaping while also serving as a foothold for the Silk silk.

Now I can swing on Silk even without Uncle Ben in the sky.

Behind them, the massive, hemispherical Atlantis City had completely fallen, engulfed in flames that ignited every Soul Stone yearning for freedom.

The Ram Knight was completely overwhelmed at this point. He wanted to give chase, but he couldn't ignore the situation in Atlantis City. If the High Evolutionary found out, he would be held responsible.

The escaped slaves were swallowed up and disappeared the moment they stepped into the sand outside the castle.

In the sand, a few scattered slaves who had escaped from the Atlantis City welcomed a large influx of newcomers, who had long since become a race living underground.

On an island dozens of kilometers away, Blumley and Kit, who were in charge of the rendezvous, waved to them.

"Great, we finally succeeded!"

"Did it really work?" Karen wasn't sure. She looked at Connors ' terrible injuries and felt that it wasn't a success.

Is he really alright?

"He looks a bit dead."

"It's nothing, just a minor injury." Harry waved his hand, tossed John onto the vehicle, and pulled out a vial of reagent, plunging it into Connors's ribs.

Instantly, the wounds began to heal rapidly, and granulation tissue grew at a visible speed, quickly forming a brand new arm. The other injuries on his body also completely healed.

"Hmm--"

Connors woke up from his coma immediately, but he still looked a little weak.

After all, his internal organs were almost damaged in the fight with Ursula.

"Are you alright, Doctor?"

"It's alright." Connors rubbed his head, then asked curiously, "By the way, weren't you supposed to be rescuing John? Why did you bring back an orc?"

"That's John, only he was transformed into an orc." Karen felt sorry for John.

"It's nothing, a minor issue. I'm a professional."

Connors said that this was nothing; once the composition of the reagent was figured out, the formula could be directly reversed to find the antidote.

Even without reagents, he can still manage to prepare most of the solution.

The reagent was just for safety; after all, he wasn't sure if the formula used by the High Evolutionary was the same as his.

"Let's go back to base first."

Meanwhile, at Wonderdale Castle.

The fall of Atlantis City has alarmed the High Evolutionary.

He glared angrily at the three knights kneeling before him, especially furious at the Ram Knight.

"I gave you all new powers, but you bunch of trash! You still lost to Spider-Man! Not only did they destroy Atlantis City, but even Ms. Ursula died! Ram, you've disappointed me greatly!"

The High Evolutionary coldly looked at him. "Your incompetence has made me start to consider whether you are a failure."

"I am very sorry, High Evolutionary, I bear undeniable responsibility for this matter, but please allow me a few words of explanation." The ram's voice was calm.

"Explain!"

The Ram Knight stood up abruptly, turned around, and glared angrily at the Tiger King.

"High Evolutionary, I had already captured members of the Rebel Army, as well as your former experimental subject 89P13,"

"What?"

A hint of emotion flickered across the High Evolutionary's expression, and the Ram continued speaking.

"But for some reason, the information that I led them to Atlantis City fell into the ears of the Rebel Army so quickly, and they even knew the internal structure of Atlantis City perfectly!"

"I suspect there's a mole among us!"

The ram's gaze swept over the Tiger King and Mrs. Fulmin, its sharp voice like fingernails scratching against a glass surface.

"Is that you, Mrs. Fulmin? You seem to be quite fond of Spider-Man?"

"No!" Mrs. Fulmin exclaimed in terror. "While I do like Spider-Man, I would never dare betray the High Evolutionary!"

"Then, it's you, Tiger King!"

The Ram Knight was certain, or rather, he had suspected it was the Tiger King from the very beginning.

"You are slandering me, Lord Gongyang," the Tiger King said, looking at him with neither servility nor arrogance.

"I do not have any evidence," the Ram Knight suddenly grinned, "But I can tell you that I knew the information would be leaked, so I made preparations in advance."

The Tiger King's expression shifted slightly, a fleeting look of surprise crossing his face.

"Let me tell you, I already implanted a tracking chip in that Rebel Army's body. It will lead us to the Rebel Army ' stronghold. Then we'll wipe them all out!"

"You,"

Tiger King stood up with a thud, seemingly having already confessed without being asked.

"How pathetic, Tiger King."

With a swift press of its palm, the High Evolutionary unleashed an invisible force that collapsed like a mountain, forcing the Tiger King to kneel once more.

"Looks like you're the failure. Perhaps I added too much human component to you?" The High Evolutionary looked at him as if he were a defective product.

"Take him away!"

Several orc soldiers came in, grabbed the Tiger King by both arms, and dragged him away.

The ram immediately knelt down. "High Evolutionary, our Creator, in my opinion, it would be best to execute the Tiger King!"

"Of course, don't think that will absolve you of your sins, Ram." The High Evolutionary glanced at him and said mercilessly.

"I'm very sorry, I didn't expect Ms. Ursula..."

"No!" The High Evolutionary interrupted him forcefully, almost roaring, "I don't care who dies! I only care about 89! P! 13!"

He angrily walked up to the ram, grabbed it by the collar, and lifted it high in the air.

You dare to harbor him!

The High Evolution's appearance didn't show any change from before, but the Ram clearly sensed that its opponent had become stronger.

"It's all because of that receiver. If I could get that..."

Rebellion lurked in the eyes of the Ram Knight.

"I'm sorry, sir, I thought... I thought I shouldn't bother you."

"Snort!"

The High Evolutionary coldly replied, "I don't need you to guess my thoughts, Ram. But fortunately, you still have a chance to salvage the situation."

He threw the ram to the ground.

"Go and wipe out the entire Rebel Army! Bring back Spider-Man, 89P13, and that Dinosaur Man!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Okay, it worked."

Inside the Rebel Army base, Connorson mixed a row of messy test tubes together, then drew them into a syringe and jabbed it into John's arm.

The medicine worked quickly; the Werewolf John's fur disappeared, and he returned to his original appearance.

He slowly woke up, rubbing his head as he sat up.

"Wait, are you Dr. Connors? And Harry Osborn? You're reinforcements from the Galactic Plumbers?"