Chapter 665: Arise!

Chapter 665: Arise!

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Resisting the urge to utter the word 'Arise' like a certain dripped out Korean protagonist, Peter cautiously curiously the green flame at the flickering remains of Tiamut, hoping for a successful resurrection despite the celestial's complete decay.

Instantly, the green flame collided with the flickering yellow remnants, igniting into a fiery clash as the two hues battled for dominance. Peter watched with interest as Tiamut's residual essence seemed to resist being overtaken so easily, displaying an unexpected tenacity even in its diminished state.

As the duel of flames raged on, Peter's eyes widened in surprise as Tiamut's yellow flame began to overpower his own green fire, its flickering light growing stronger with each passing moment.

"Huh I guess you're still pretty strong, even now" Undeterred, Peter shrugged and conjured yet another green flame, determined to get what he wanted. "I guess I'll just have to keep trying"

And like a Pokmon trainer who kept tossing Pok balls at a weakened Pokmon, Repeatedly, Peter conjured his green flames, never giving up.

Over and over, Tiamut's remaining essence would assert its dominance, but Peter persisted, conjuring more and more green flames whenever his opponent gained the upper hand.

Gradually, Tiamut's resistance weakened, its flickering light dimming with each successive clash until, at last, Peter's final green flame emerged victorious, consuming the celestial's remnants in a triumphant blaze.

With a triumphant smirk, Peter watched as his green flame consumed Tiamut's fiery remains, growing in size until it towered above him, pulsating with power. The flame seemed to take on a life of its own, its intensity growing by the second.

As the flame reached its peak, it dimmed, and from within emerged a dark shadow figure. It stood tall, its eyes glowing a bright green, matching the accents along its body.

"It worked," Peter breathed, his voice a mixture of awe and disbelief. He had managed to transform Tiamut into an undead shadow, just like Knull.

The shadowy figure of Tiamut loomed over Peter, but it just wasn't as intimidating as before. After all, he is Peter's servant now.

"Master!" Tiamut spoke reverently, his knees buckling as he kneeled, still towering over Peter nonetheless. "I owe you my deepest thanks for liberating me from Centurion's grasp."

Peter's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his mind struggling to process the fact that Tiamut can now speak. "You... can talk?"

Tiamut nods solemnly, his glowing green eyes reflecting a mix of relief and sorrow. "Yes, Master. Even as a seed buried deep within the Earth, I retained my consciousness. But Centurion's experiments robbed me of my voice and will, turning me into a mere rage fueled puppet."

Peter listens intently as Tiamut recounts his plight, his heart heavy with empathy for the celestial's suffering. "I thought so I'm sorry to hear that, but at least you're fine now."

Tiamut shakes his head, a grateful smile tugging at the corners of his shadowy form. "No need for apologies, Master. You have freed me from that nightmare, and for that, I am eternally grateful."

Peter meets Tiamut's gaze, his own expression softening with understanding. "Well, I'm glad I could help."

Still in a deep bow, Tiamut acknowledges Peter's words, his loyalty unwavering. "Thank you, Master. I am Tiamut and from this day forth, I am yours to command."

"Miles!" Aaron's voice rang out, filled with concern as he saw his nephews injuries.

"Oops" Cebturion smirked dangerously. "Did I do that?"

"!" Aaron turned back to Centurion, his resolve burning with the fire of vengeance. He couldn't let Centurion get away with what he had done to him, his nephew, his sister in law, and most of all his brother.

"Uncle Aaron! Wait!" Miles and Mateo screamed after him, unable to stand after the beating they'd been given.

But Aaron didn't listen, moving forward one step at a time as his body began to emit an icy chill, which shot out toward Centurion, a manifestation of his determination to take down his brother's killer.

But sadly, Centurion's suit countered the attack effortlessly, nullifying the cold with a burst of searing heat.

Centurion scoffed, his laughter echoing through the chamber as he delivered a bone-crunching kick that sent Aaron crashing to the ground. The pain was unbearable, but Aaron refused to yield, his eyes blazing with defiance even as he knelt before his adversary.

Mateo and Miles, their bodies broken and battered, could only watch in horror as Centurion raised his blades, poised to strike the final blow. "Stop!" they screamed, their voices filled with desperation, but Centurion paid them no heed.

"First your father and now your Uncle" Centurion laughed as he stared Mateo in the eyes. "It's like you're cursed~"

"NO!" Mateo screamed in anguish, Miles' voice following closely behind him. "Stop!"

Just as Centurion was about to deliver the fatal blow, a sudden presence appeared beside them, a blur of motion as Peter materialized, slapping Centurion away from Aaron with a forceful blow, sending him flying across the room.

Seeing Peter materialized beside their uncle, Mateo and Miles let out sighs of relief, their tense muscles finally relaxing as they watched their savior in action.

Uncle Aaron looked up at Peter, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you, Peter. You saved my life," he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.

Peter offered a reassuring smile. "No problem," he replied, his tone comforting.

Meanwhile, across the room, Centurion scrambled to his feet, his eyes widening in terror as he saw Peter standing across from him, signifying the failure of his plan.

With a panicked expression, Centurion activated the multiverse traveling function of his cyborg suit, desperate to escape the wrath of Spider-Man. But to his horror, a glowing rune appeared on his chest, in the exact spot where Peter slapped him, nullifying his escape attempt and trapping him in the chamber with his nemesis.

Peter smirked triumphantly, his gaze locked on Centurion. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his voice laced with satisfaction.

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