Drift Of The Multiverse: [Marvel] [Resident Evil] [DC] [Bleach] [DB] Chapter 767 - 768: Theresa and Douglas

Ethan continued to examine the arrow in his hand. It contained many rules specifically targeting special beings like Main Gods.

However, the rules within the arrow were too complex, like various energies with different, even opposing, properties forcefully cramd together. This resulted in an unstable structure. Firing it simultaneously released the restraints on these rules, allowing them to take effect, and then disappear.

In short, this was a single-use super weapon specifically designed for special beings like Main Gods. In just this short amount of ti, the thing had turned into an ordinary arrow.

Calling it "ordinary" was a bit unfair to the arrow, as the materials used to forge an arrow capable of withstanding multiple rules were also extrely rare. However, for beings at the Main God level, any arrow made from even the rarest materials, as long as it didn't contain special law-like powers, was just an ordinary arrow.

With a gentle squeeze, he snapped the arrow into two pieces. As he released his power, the arrow was directly pulverized by divine power into fine dust, which Ethan conveniently collected into his storage space.

"If I'm not mistaken, that arrow could have severely injured or even killed a Main God, right?"

Theresa had recovered from her shock. As a Main God who had lived for countless years, she wouldn't be so stunned that she was completely helpless.

She realized she had underestimated this unfamiliar Main God. It seed the other party was not as weak as she had thought, and she suspected this guy might have known her son's identity all along. Could he have deliberately lured her here?

Theresa wasn't stupid. She knew that while many people didn't dare offend her and even went out of their way to please her or her son, there were also quite a few Main Gods who disliked her. It was possible that one of them might suddenly set a trap for her.

"What? Are you only feeling scared now?"

Although she had beco wary and pulled her son behind her, Theresa wasn't the type to back down. She still acted very tough.

"No, just confirming sothing."

Confirming that the other party had launched an attack capable of threatening his life, at this point, the matter was no longer just about a child being ignorant. It had beco a life-and-death situation.

"This is good too. I don't have to struggle with what I should do."

"Huh?"

Theresa didn't understand what Ethan ant by that, but she didn't have more ti to think. While she was still confused, Ethan, who had been standing far away, suddenly appeared before her and struck her in the stomach with a heavy punch from his left fist.

As the punch sent Theresa flying backward, he twisted his body and followed up with a kick, sending Drake, who had been protected behind her but hadn't been knocked back because he was standing slightly to the side, flying out as well.

The mother and son, one large and one small, were both rapidly flung backward. Ethan instinctively spread his hands and pointed them toward the two. A teleportation gate appeared out of thin air behind them.

As the teleportation gate opened, the rapidly flying mother and son flew in one after the other. Imdiately after, the teleportation gate closed, and Ethan, who had done all this, also vanished at the sa ti.

Since a battle was about to begin, of course, a battlefield had to be chosen. Ethan didn't want to smash his own world to pieces, even if it was a freebie he had picked up.

For Ethan, the most suitable battlefield was naturally the opponent's world. However, the teleportation channel was opened too hastily this ti, and he could only lock onto Drake's Main God world but couldn't determine the specific location.

That didn't matter. Anyway, no matter where it was, it was the other party's territory.

When Ethan reappeared, Theresa and Drake had already stabilized themselves, and the mother and son realized this was a mission world under Drake's Main God space.

"You're just asking for death!"

The young Drake imdiately showed a mocking smile when he saw that they had returned to his ho ground.

Here, he could exert stronger power. After all, this was his territory.

But his mother, Theresa, was not so optimistic. The punch that hit her just now had shocked her. She could clearly feel the rules, power, and even her divine position within her body trembling. These were the key factors that constituted a Main God. If the opponent could injure these, it ant the opponent had mastered a thod to kill Main Gods.

"Drake! Go quickly and call your grandfather!"

"What?"

Drake had taken up a stance, ready to have a big fight with Ethan, but he didn't expect to be stopped by his mother and told to leave quickly.

"I said go quickly and call your grandfather!"

Theresa had already sent a ssage to her husband, but she now realized that even if her husband arrived, he might not be able to deal with this opponent.

She no longer thought Ethan was an ignorant young Main God. She suspected her son might have accidentally provoked so old monster, because this thod of directly attacking a Main God's origin seed to be mastered only by quite old and experienced Main Gods. Like her, although she had her father's guidance, she hadn't truly learned it over countless years.

At this ti, Ethan was still feeling and adjusting his power. That punch just now was also a new attempt for him. It seed the effect was still acceptable, but he was very unfamiliar with this thod of using rules to fight.

Directly attacking concepts is easy to say but extrely, extrely difficult to execute.

If he hadn't learned how to operate on a conceptual level to make magic potions from Akara in the very early stages of contacting the mysterious, and had also been practicing this skill for countless years, then even if he knew this thod could injure a Main God, he wouldn't have been able to actually implent it.

"Too difficult, and very prone to errors..."

He couldn't maintain it continuously for a long ti like he could with divine power or magic power. If he had to use a suitable analogy, Ethan's fist right now was like a light bulb with a poor connection, flickering on and off, very unstable.

In this situation, he was even less able to integrate this origin-targeting attack into his spells. Otherwise, it would be nothing if a spell had no effect when cast, but a backlash caused by a failure during casting would be a big problem.

"Only close combat."

After confirming his situation, Ethan looked up at Theresa opposite him again.

Although he had thought about a lot of things, only an instant had actually passed. For beings at the Main God level, this instant was enough to do many things.

Drake had already been sent away by Theresa, and her husband, Douglas, had also appeared.

Ethan sized up Douglas a few tis. His height was about 1.8 ters, and like his wife, he had long light blonde hair and pointed ears. It seed the couple both liked the appearance of elves.

His figure was also slender, giving a feeling of weakness rather than strength. However, Ethan wouldn't think that this person's power was weak just because of his appearance. He already understood that for Main Gods, whoever could better attack the other's origin was the stronger one.

Of course, this didn't an that power or strong physical fitness was useless. If power was strong enough, it could also destroy everything, which could also be understood as a kind of rule.

Furthermore, a vessel that was not strong enough could not carry powerful rules or concepts. A weak body or spiritual will combined with powerful law-like concepts would definitely not result in anything good.

"Is that him?"

Douglas was also sizing up Ethan, constantly wondering which Main God this was.

However, there were too many Main Gods, and many of them didn't like frequent interaction with others. Especially those old monsters, they rarely showed themselves. Plus, Ethan was dressed very ordinarily, without any iconic features, making it impossible for him to judge.

As for being handso? That couldn't be used as a reference.

Just as Douglas was about to say a few words and try to figure out the other party's identity, Ethan had already launched another attack.

This ti it was still aid at Theresa. For Ethan, Theresa was the one who wanted to kill him. She was his greatest enemy, and before a real conflict broke out, he couldn't prioritize attacking Douglas, who had just appeared and hadn't even spoken.

As a God with principles, he could clearly distinguish who his enemy was. After all, even if the possibility was low, there was still a chance that Douglas wouldn't help his wife but would instead discuss with Ethan in a fair manner how to resolve this dispute.

Of course, for Douglas and Theresa, it wasn't that complicated. Whether the attack was aid at either of them as a couple, they were a united front. So, at the sa ti Ethan launched his attack, Douglas also responded.

This ant Douglas officially joined the battle, and Ethan no longer needed to hold back. When Douglas punched over, Ethan imdiately gave up attacking Theresa, raised his left arm, and condensed a shield with divine power to directly take Douglas's blow.

The shield shattered, and Ethan felt a faint vibration. Judging from Douglas's attack, his mastery of the thod of attacking the Main God's origin was still not as good as his own.

More importantly, this kind of attack targeting Main Gods had very little effect on Ethan, as he was not the sa kind of being as them.

Douglas and Theresa didn't know this. Douglas's face beca even uglier when he realized his attack had almost no effect.

"Which old guy is this?"

While he was thinking, he heavily stomped on the ground. The flat ground began to churn and surge wildly, and each vibration erupted with terrifying power of the earth.

Seeing this, Ethan just lightly curled his lip, slightly spread his hands, and gently pressed them down. The surging earth imdiately returned to calm.

(To be continued.)