Invincible: The Greatest Template System

Under the cold lights of the Global Defense Agency's underground laboratory, Immortal's head was slowly lowered by a robotic arm onto the body in the regeneration tank.

Nanoscale sutures flashed with blue light, connecting nerves and blood vessels at the severed neck one by one.

"Life signs stable," a mechanical voice calmly reported. "Nerve connection completion 100%."

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open.

"Global Guardians!" Immortal burst from the operating table, the alloy restraints tearing like paper under his strength, his hands instinctively reaching for his neck.

His memory was still stuck in that nightmarish moment—Omni-Man's hand slicing through, his vision spinning, the last image being the shattered corpses of his teammates.

"Where is Omni-Man?!" He grabbed the nearest technician by the throat, his eyes bloodshot. "I'll tear that traitor apart!"

Ciscel pointed a finger, and on the live broadcast screen, Immortal's figure stood above Yellowstone Park.

Immortal's pupils contracted violently. He shot up, smashing through thirty layers of protective domes, a sonic boom cloud exploding in the night sky, and sped towards Yellowstone Park.

Above Yellowstone Park.

Mark lunged at his father, Omni-Man, grabbing his neck and accusing him with grief and indignation.

"All these years, father, you made me look forward to becoming a Viltrumite, a Superhero. Now you tell me it was all fake?"

"I couldn't tell you the truth, Mark!"

Omni-Man's face was grim as he pried his son's hands away.

"The Empire sent me to weaken Earth, to get it accustomed to the protection of Viltrumites.

Now the time has come, Earth must join the Empire!"

"I don't believe it. For over a decade, you've been wearing a mask and acting, uncle." Russell waved the helicopter away with his magnetic ability, looking at him.

"Don't you have any feelings for this World?"

"That is the mission the Empire has given me. Get out of my way, Mark, Russell, or I won't mind attacking you, beating you until every bone in your body is shattered and you can do nothing more!"

Omni-Man punched Mark away, his presence terrifying, and rushed towards Russell.

"Your aunt asked me to bring you back. If you won't listen, I'll just have to bring you back injured, uncle!"

Russell spoke coldly, lasers bursting from his eyes. Omni-Man was prepared, turning his body to dodge the lasers.

The scorching lasers sweeping with his turning gaze were blocked by Omni-Man raising his hand. The pain of his palm being burned made the veins on his forehead throb, his expression becoming fiercer as he closed in on Russell.

Bang!

A wave of air exploded!

A heavy punch sent Russell, who was blocking with crossed arms, flying out.

The clouds above Yellowstone Park were torn to shreds by the violent shockwave.

"Damn the Empire!"

His father was so strange he almost didn't recognize him. Mark tumbled in the air a few times, stabilized himself, his anger disbelieving, and charged forward with clenched fists.

"Don't disappoint me, Mark."

His angry punch was easily caught by Omni-Man, who grabbed his wrist, squeezing until Mark's hand bones cracked and ached. Omni-Man warned through gritted teeth.

"The Vitrurum Empire shows no mercy to 'weak and soft' descendants. Annihilation is their only outcome!"

He flung Mark away dozens of miles with a flick of his hand.

Omni-Man turned and dove to pursue Russell, but Russell had already stabilized himself, unharmed, and shot several more lasers at him.

Whoosh whoosh!

Dodging the attacks, Omni-Man's eyes reflected his nephew's figure.

He knew the biggest obstacle to conquering Earth wasn't his son Mark, who shared his Viltrumite blood, but the nephew before him.

"Russell, you might be misunderstanding something. The Empire will only bring a better life to Earth! The Empire will accept the strong who are willing to submit, and can even grant them the status of independently governing a Planet!"

"I'm not interested."

Russell coldly refused Omni-Man.

Suddenly—

"Omni-Man! You bastard!"

A loud roar came.

A yellow meteor streaked across the sky. Immortal, wrapped in the fire of vengeance, crashed into the red-caped figure above the sea of lava. His fists scraped against the air, igniting flames.

"We trusted you so much! Pay for my teammates' lives!"

"Immortal?"

Nolan raised an eyebrow in surprise, just slightly shifting his body.

Crack!

Immortal's fist grazed Nolan's head, the shockwave spreading out in a fan shape for thousands of meters.

Meanwhile, Nolan's fist heavily smashed into Immortal's abdomen. Immortal coughed up blood violently, but paid no mind, raising his angry, contorted face and headbutting the other's head.

"I don't have time to play with you."

Omni-Man raised his hand to press down, his voice cold enough to freeze one's soul, then punched again with force.

His fist, like an armor-piercing round, directly punched through Immortal's body.

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