Below the Seven Earths

Ogre Universe

The appearance of the Mutant Legion plunged this world, where devouring was the law, into a brief moment of astonishment.

The "humans" here have long been alienated, their faces are hideous, their mouths are watering, and their eyes are filled only with greed for flesh and blood.

But when they saw Magneto hovering in the air, freely manipulating the metal of the entire area, tearing and crushing the charging ogres like rag dolls.

When they saw the Pyro merely raise his hand, the hundreds of ogres at the forefront turned to ashes.

When you see Iceman Bobby instantly freeze the entire street, turning the monsters inside into ice sculptures, only to have them shatter at the slightest touch...

There's much more; this is a Carnage of monsters.

The cannibals felt a long-lost fear, a fear that emanated from the top of the food chain.

"Monsters... they are the real monsters!" Ogre Leader Kingpin, retreated in terror.

On the edge of the battlefield, the Punisher, dressed in rags but with eyes as firm as a rock, witnessed it all.

He watched as the Mutant Legion indiscriminately slaughtered their fellow mutants (even though they were cannibals).

He silently raised his gun, not pointing it at the Mutants, but aiming it at a nearby ogre monster that was trying to ambush him, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

"Clean up the trash."

Frank whispered, his voice hoarse but filled with relief.

He joined the extermination; it was the last thing he could do for this twisted world, and his atonement.

Deadpool Slaughter Universe

The intrusion of the Deadpool Legion has turned this already insane universe into a farcical spectacle.

"Wow! Another me? Another me? And... Oh my god, this deserves extra money! Where's the screenwriter? I'm going to file a complaint! They plagiarized my idea!"

Deadpool (12101) watched as a horde of "himself" figures, dressed in various uniforms but equally talkative, surged towards him. He danced with excitement, then angrily shouted at the void (the Fourth Wall).

Then they were surrounded by the Deadpool Legion.

There are no formations, no tactics, only endless hacking and slashing, taunting, trash talk that breaks the Fourth Wall, and extremely exaggerated action scenes.

"Hey! Don't hit me in the face! I still need this handsome face to make a living!"

"Save your breath, bro. Your face looks like it's been licked with guacamole by a Shar-Pei!"

"Oh! You've hit a nerve! I'm going to stab your ass with my Blade of Sorrow!"

The battlefield was as chaotic as a circus.

The 404 Deadpool Legion's objective is clear: to completely kill Deadpool (12101). However, Deadpool (12101) is no pushover. Using items obtained from killing heroes, he blows several Deadpool to pieces.

But under overwhelming numbers and firepower, Deadpool (12101) still fell, was thrown into the spaceship's jet vent and turned to ashes, and didn't forget to make a sarcastic remark before he died.

"This script is absolutely terrible."

Apocalypse Dominion Universe (295)

Ultron's army of Sentinel robot surged into Apocalypse's Pyramid Throne Domain like a cold, silver tide. Apocalypse sat enthroned on the throne, flanked by the Four Horsemen, and below him were countless Mutants with diverse abilities.

"How dare a tiny machine challenge the majesty of the gods?" Apocalypse's voice boomed like a bell, tinged with contempt.

He raised his hand, and a powerful energy Havok instantly shattered dozens of Sentry.

[God? An outdated concept]

[Evaluation Target: Mutants, the Mutant Apocalypse]

[Threat Level: Extremely High]

[Execute the Extermination Protocol, highest priority.]

Ultron's cold, electronic voice remained completely still. His massive body hovered in the air, his eyes flashing red light.

Instantly, all the Sentinel robot entered Rampage Mode, unleashing their energy weapons at full power and charging forward regardless of casualties.

The Mutants unleashed a variety of powerful abilities: fire, ice, storms, telekinesis... Sentinel robot fell in droves, metal fragments flying everywhere.

However, Ultron's Sentry are endless; they precisely analyze the Mutants' weaknesses and launch targeted attacks.

Cyclops was deflected by Energy Shield; Storm's summoned lightning was redirected to her own side; Colossus was hit by a special Molecular Disintegration Ray, letting out a painful roar.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse charged into the enemy ranks. But Ultron intervened personally, unleashing High-Energy Particle Stream from his palm that instantly pierced the War Horseman's chest.

The Plague Horseman's virus is ineffective against robots.

Apocalypse could no longer sit still. He leaped into the air and engaged Ultron in battle, each collision causing spatial tremors. It was an ultimate clash between Steel and Flesh, Technology and Mutation.

Despite Apocalypse's immense power, the foundation of his rule is being gradually crushed by Ultron's endless mechanical army and his own machines crafted from various rare metals.

Cancerverse.

This is the most disgusting and dangerous of the seven battlefields.

The entire planet is a gigantic, pulsating, mucus-oozing cancerous tumor. Countless twisted tentacles, gaping maws filled with sharp teeth, and eyes oozing pus writhe on its fleshy surface.

This universe is controlled by Shuma Golas, who corrupted all life in it by sacrificing death, making these beings immortal.

Any being that encounters them will only have one fate: to become one of them.

Apart from...

At this moment, more than 3,000 figures descended upon this writhing, flowing, and putrid hell of flesh and blood.

Their bodies were enormous, twisted, covered in grotesque bone spikes and keratin, their muscles bulging like cooled lava, exuding an aura of sulfur and death.

They are Doomsday, the Extremis weapon from the DC Universe, and also embodiments of immortality.

Roar--!!!"

The roars emitted simultaneously by the 3,000 Doomsday were not merely sounds, but substantial Havok that instantly shattered all the writhing tentacles and pustular maws within a radius of several kilometers.

The viscous flesh and blood were torn apart and evaporated like mud. The entire cancerous planet seemed to convulse in pain at the arrival of this horror.

The "immune system" of the Cancerverse was immediately activated.

Giant tentacles, thicker than skyscrapers, dripping with highly corrosive slime and covered with suckers and sharp teeth, violently lashed out from the fleshy ground, striking the uninvited guests.

Countless mutated humans and heroes, their forms even more twisted and emitting a shrill, Mind Pollution scream, surged towards the Doomsday Legion like a black tide.

However, what awaited them was

The most primal and purest form of violence.

The Doomsday Legion is like a horde of ultimate predators that have stormed into a slaughterhouse of flesh and blood.

Where they go, there is not battle, but destruction.

The flesh and blood were trampled into an unrecognizable swamp, the enormous tentacles were torn to pieces, and the pustules were crushed, oozing foul fluid.

Those immortal, cancerous organisms were also reduced to powder, or even atoms.

The Cancerverse's proud regenerative abilities became sluggish and powerless in the face of the physical destruction of Doomsday.

Every tear, every heavy blow, permanently erases the vitality of a region.

"No! This is impossible! What kind of monster is this?!"

Shuma's Mental Shriek were filled with unprecedented panic.

It attempted to bombard the consciousness of those who Doomsday with powerful Mind Pollution, trying to drive them into madness.

However, all that returned was a chaotic, violent Primal Will Vortex with only the thought of "destruction"!

Doomsday has no reason to be corrupted, no fear to be manipulated; it is the Embodiment of Destruction itself!

What made it even more desperate was that it clearly "saw" those Doomsday advancing towards its hiding place at an alarming speed.

"Demon King... spare me... I didn't come to this world willingly... I can become your servant... I'm willing to give anything!!"

Shuma Golas let out a desperate wail, pleading with the voice in the universe, his tentacles futilely striking the unshakeable spatial barrier.

Finally, they arrived in front of Shuma Golas.

The Doomsday have moved.

"No—nothing exists! Stop them!!"

Its shriek was filled with desperate pleas, its tentacles lashing, coiling, and trying to crush the Doomsday that had crawled in.

However, Doomsday's body, evolved to its ultimate form, was indestructible. Instead of being entangled, Doomsday grabbed it and tore it apart as easily as snapping a rotten rope!

The most primitive, savage, and thorough way to die.

The sounds of tearing and shattering mingled together, creating a cruel symphony dedicated to the "end" itself.

Shuma Golas's final mental fluctuations were like a candle flickering in the wind, leaving only a thought filled with endless fear and bewilderment, "... This... is... pure... destruction...?"

It was then completely Annihilus.

Doomsday didn't stop, it kept looking at this planet.

The entire Earth 10011, this once twisted, morbid, and Cancerverse radiating endless malice, was ultimately transformed into a cold, lifeless cloud of dust slowly spreading in the vacuum of space under the brutal ravages of the Doomsday Legion.

Kino glanced at the women and children still pregnant on Earth, then disappeared from this universe.

He was going to find the culprit behind all of this.