Chapitre 663: C662 Peter Vs Tiamut (2/3)
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"Not much of a Communicator, are you?" Peter commented, frustration knotting his brow as he faced the towering Celestial, its metallic form crackling with raw power. He was fairly certain that Centurion's meddling had twisted the celestial's nature, robbing it of its innate wisdom and leaving only a mindless aggression in its wake.
Although uncertainty lingered, Peter knew one thing for certain, words were useless against the Celestial's fury. With a heavy sigh, he resigned himself to the inevitable clash, his mind already calculating strategies amidst the chaos.
'He would make a good addition to my shadows…' Peter thought, a greedy gleam shining in his eyes.
As the Celestial loomed closer, its steps echoing like thunder, Peter braced himself for the impending clash. The ground shook beneath his feet with each heavy step of the towering entity, its metallic form casting an ominous glow on the barren planet.
"Let's see how strong you really are!" Peter shouted, his adrenaline spiking.
With a swift movement, he launched himself into action, his spider-sense tingling as he dodged the Celestial's massive metal fist, the strike sending shockwaves rippling through the air.
Acting quickly, Peter leaped up into the air and retaliated with a fist of his own, his body glowing in a purple light, empowering his every move.
*boom!*
Unlike Peter, the mindless celestial didn't seem too be fast enough to dodge, or it just didn't have the brain power to understand that it was supposed to avoid attacks, because it didn't even flinch as Peter's fist connected, denting its chest armor and sending Tiamaut staggering backwards.
"Not so tough, are you?" Peter taunted, smirking up at the giant.
The Celestial roared in fury, its fiery eyes blazing with intensity as it swung its colossal arms frantically, aiming to crush Peter with its berserker mentality.
Of course, Peter dodged over and over, returning some attacks here and there, but each dent or scratch that he managed to make in Tiamut's armored form seemed to disappear in a matter of seconds. Even his Phoenix Fire infused heat vision merely created a hole, which was filled in a minute later.
And worst of all, despite his agility and precognition-level senses, Peter found himself struggling to keep up with the relentless assault, each blow threatening to overwhelm him. 'Is it just me, or is this f*cker getting faster and faster…' he complained as he was chased by the mad berserker, who seemed to only grow stronger and faster as time went by.
Mid-leap, Peter was in the middle of dodging when he suddenly sensed another incoming blow, his instincts screaming a warning as he attempted to evade, but it was too late. Tiamut's colossal hand swatted through the air, aiming to squash him like a bug.
With no other recourse, Peter activated his phasing ability, intending to slip through the attack unscathed. But to his horror, Tiamut's hand shimmered with a golden energy, disrupting Peter's phasing as it connected with devastating force, sending him hurtling across the planet's surface.
The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the air, the force of the blow carving a deep furrow in the terrain as Peter's body crashed into a towering mountain miles away. Pain radiated through every fiber of his being as he struggled to regain his bearings, the taste of blood filling his mouth.
As he staggered to his feet, Peter quickly healed as his gaze zoomed forward and locked onto Tiamut, a mix of anger and determination burning in his eyes. "Okay, you're definitely my strongest opponent yet. I'll give you that…" he growled, watching as the giant began to sprint in his direction.
Ignoring the throbbing ache in his body, which slowly lessened by the second, Peter launched himself back into the fray, his resolve unwavering.
Gritting his teeth, Peter knew that he had to take it up a notch. With a surge of energy, his body underwent a radical transformation, his muscles bulging as he grew taller and broader, a vibrant red hue engulfing his form. His eyes blazed with an intense orange light, matching the fiery aura pulsating around him, blending with the remnants of his previous purple cosmic energy.
Feeling the power coursing through him, Peter let out a primal roar, shaking the ground beneath him as he confronted the rampaging Celestial. "Spidey Smash!" he bellowed jokingly, his figure shooting forward. With newfound resolve, he met the Celestial head-on, matching Tiamut's berserker ferocity.
With each thunderous clash, the barren planet trembled beneath the ferocity of the destructive battle, cracks forming on its surface as the ground split apart. The once desolate landscape now bore scars of their conflict, with fissures snaking across the terrain and plumes of dust rising into the air.
Their titanic struggle unleashed devastation on a colossal scale, as shockwaves rippled outward, flattening mountains and tearing through the planet's crust. The sky darkened with swirling clouds of debris and dust, obscuring the sun as their conflict threatened to consume everything in its path.
Peter's red-hulk form clashed with the Celestial's towering figure, each blow sending shockwaves rippling through the air and echoing across the desolate landscape. Despite the immense power at their disposal, neither combatant relented, their battle escalating to cataclysmic proportions.
As they traded blows with unrestrained fury, the planet groaned under the strain, its very foundation threatened by the force of their fury. Craters dotted the landscape, scars of their relentless assault as they fought with a primal intensity that bordered on madness.
But as the battle raged on, Peter began to feel the tide turning against him once again. 'Is this motherf*cker still getting stronger?!' At this point, Tiamut had to be at least ten times stronger than Knull… and his power was still rising at an alarming rate.
Determined to turn the tide, Peter tapped into a huge chunk of the power within him, unleashing a dazzling display of energy. With a surge of determination, he cloaked himself in vibrant Phoenix flames, their fiery aura enhancing his every move as he continued to battle the rampaging Celestial.
But Peter didn't stop there. Drawing upon ancient energies, he enveloped himself in a golden Eldritch glow and a crimson chaos energy, their hues blending with the purple cosmic energy that surrounded him. Now, his body radiated with a dazzling array of colors, each representing a different facet of his power.
As the energies intermingled, they converged into a brilliant, flame-like white aura that danced along Peter's form, combining to imbue him with newfound strength.
"Huh? This feels pretty good…" He smirked before launching forward, his movements swift and precise as he sought to overpower his formidable opponent.
With each strike, Peter unleashed the full force of his combined powers, his attacks raining down upon the Celestial, who began to stagger backward as its entire form creaked under every blow, countless dents covering its metallic body.
The air crackled with energy as their battle reached a fever pitch, the very fabric of reality trembling under the force of their clash.
As the white aura pulsed around him, Peter felt a surge of confidence coursing through his veins. He refused to let Tiamut's mindless rage triumph over him, determined to emerge victorious no matter the cost.
With a roar that echoed across the desolate landscape, Peter redoubled his efforts, channeling the entirety of his newfound power into a single, decisive blow. The air sizzled with anticipation as he unleashed his attack, the combined might of his many abilities converging into a devastating onslaught.
And as his blazing fist connected with the Celestial's metallic form, a blinding explosion of light engulfed them both, illuminating the battlefield in a dazzling display of power. In that moment, Peter knew that victory was within his grasp, and he would stop at nothing to claim it.
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As the blinding light from his attack subsided, Peter found himself floating in the vast expanse of open space, the once desolate planet below completely obliterated by the final, cataclysmic blow. But as his gaze swept over his surroundings, an aching feeling overcame him.
Looking down, Peter's immediately realized where that feeling was coming from. His right arm, the same arm he had unleashed his final attack with, was gone, leaving behind nothing but a bloody stump from the shoulder downward. Despite the pain, he let out a resigned sigh, know that it would grow back soon enough.
'Whatever, at least that annoying b*stard was take care of…' Peter thought as he felt his arm slowly growing back.
But just as he began to process his perceived victory, out of nowhere, a golden metallic figure materialized before him, towering over him with an imposing presence.
Peter's eyes widened in disbelief as he beheld the pristine form of Tiamut, completely unscathed by his devastating attack, despite the loss of his own limb. And worst of all… 'Did he actually get stronger? AGAIN!?'
"AAAARRRGGGHHH!" With a mighty roar, the Celestial unleashed a devastating blast of energy from its open mouth, sending Peter hurtling through the air with bone-jarring force, the impact of the blast tearing a hole in his chest, which quickly pierced through his body and out the other side.
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In the heart of Centurion's lair, the air crackled with tension as Miles, Mateo, and Aaron faced off against Centurion, his sleek armor gleamed ominously, a stark contrast to the trio's determination.
"Why don't I kill you with my own hands?" Centurion's voice dripped with malice, a sinister grin curling his lips.
His opponents tensed instantly, bracing themselves for the impending onslaught. Without warning, Centurion vanished in a blinding flash, reappearing beside Miles with deadly energy blades in hand, poised for a lethal strike.
Miles reacted with lightning-fast reflexes, narrowly evading the lethal blades aimed at his throat, while Mateo and Aaron swiftly moved to counterattack from different angles.
In a synchronized display of power, Mateo enveloped himself in crackling lightning, while Aaron unleashed a chilling aura, both determined to protect Miles at all costs.
"Miles! Get out of the way!" Mateo's voice rang out, accompanied by arcs of electricity shooting across the room in a display reminiscent of Darth Plagueis.
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Meanwhile, Aaron attempted to immobilize Centurion by freezing the floor, but their adversary proved to be more resilient than anticipated.
Centurion observed the futile attempts against him with a bored, almost apathetic look on his face, his cyborg-like suit effortlessly countered the attacks on its own. Draining the lightning to recharging its energy reserves and countering the ice by simply increasing the heat beneath his boots.
"How cute..." Centurion remarked sarcastically, his demeanor unfazed by their efforts. "Now it's my turn!"
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