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Chapter 214 Symbiote Frenzy: Operation Spiderweb

Chapter 214 Symbiote Frenzy - Operation Spiderweb

Peter woke up from his sleep, his first thought being whether he had been knocked unconscious in the battle and was only now waking up. Then he remembered that Strange had cast a sleeping spell on him, putting him to sleep, and now he was lying in a bed, his eyes open to an unfamiliar ceiling.

Yes, it's in the style of the Sanctuary.

He also heard Venom muttering to itself.

Oh, I think I had a dream.

"I didn't dream, I just had a good sleep. Wait, how long did I sleep?"

No one answered. Peter woke up in bed, feeling a little hungry. He left the room, crossed the hallway, and then, almost unconsciously, went to the kitchen and, driven by hunger, opened the refrigerator door.

Then a blue octopus monster with dozens of eyes on each tentacle thrashed about, trying to pounce on Peter. Luckily, Peter was strong enough to swat the octopus monster back and pin it inside the refrigerator. He'd just woken up and forgotten how wild Doctor Strange's kitchen was.

Just then, a bald Asian man walked into the kitchen. Upon seeing Spider-Man, he said with an unhappy expression, "This is not a place for you, Spider-Man. The kitchen is a top-secret facility of the Sanctum Sanctorum."

"Sorry, but I'm really hungry, and I don't even know how I ended up here." Peter scratched his head helplessly, then suddenly realized, "Wait... the kitchen is a top-secret facility?"

"Casting magic comes at a price, especially non-white magic. To compensate for this price, mages need to consume various magical or dimensional creatures, and the Sanctuary possesses the most precious magical creatures."

"I'm definitely not going to eat this stuff," Peter thought to himself, when he saw Wang open the refrigerator. The giant octopus seemed to be gone. He took out a sandwich and handed it to Peter. Seeing that Peter didn't take it, he asked in confusion, "Weren't you hungry?"

"Oh, um... thank you."

Peter took the sandwich and started eating, while Wang took something that looked like a shell-less hermit crab from the refrigerator and began cooking. Before Peter could even take a couple of bites, he had already turned the thing into a colorful porridge. Holding the bowl of porridge, he looked at Peter and said, "Come, the Sorcerer Supreme wants to see you."

Strange wants to see me? Perfect, he was just about to ask why he cast a sleeping spell on me. Peter muttered to himself as he followed the King into a room where Strange was standing by a table, flipping through a scroll. The King saw this, snatched the scroll away, and handed the paste to Strange.

"If I see you using the original Dark Book to find a solution again, you'll have to eat Caindes snake porridge for a whole month."

Strange shrugged helplessly, watching as the King took the original Dark Book. Peter looked at the scroll in the King's hand with slight shock, then turned to Strange: "What's that thing?"

"Dark Book, I assure you, your spider-sense must be incredibly strong, right, child?"

Strange shrugged helplessly, then smiled apologetically: "You know, when conventional methods fail to resolve the situation, people always resort to unorthodox methods. I was just thinking about whether we could use the Dark Book to deal with Knar... but the King clearly doesn't approve of that approach."

No one would approve of this move! Are you planning to summon Sythos and then watch the Lord of Dark Magic and the Black Emperor battle it out on Earth?

"I'm just doing this as a precaution, anyway. I read the prophecy, Spider-Man. You're indispensable if we want to defeat Knull." Strange said, using his slingshot to open a portal. "I can't hold out for long. Once it's past 48 hours, Knull will get the Codex of the Hulk, and he can smash Manhattan to pieces."

"Wait, Hulk?"

"Yeah, when Knuckles appeared in front of the Avengers, they just sent Hulk in. Pretty smart, right?" Strange said, drawing a sword and handing it to Peter. "Here, take this. You'll need it."

"?"

"The Dragon Fang Sword is a longsword forged from dragon fangs by an Eastern sorcerer in ancient times. It has many abilities, such as increasing its power by absorbing the user's blood and enhancing the user's swordsmanship. However, these are not the key points. The important thing is that this sword can absorb magic and break through barriers. Only by using it can you harm Nar."

Peter recalled the time he saw Nal appear and tried to attack him but couldn't reach him.

"If you had given it to me sooner, this might not have happened."

"Nar's consciousness is still inside that dragon's body. Even if you kill that clone, it won't make a difference." Strange rolled his eyes at Peter, casually chanted a spell, and then turned the Dragon Fang Sword into a bracelet, merging it with the web shooter on his left hand.

"So... do you have a way to eliminate Nar without allowing his consciousness to return to Krinta?"

"Of course not. What do you think the Sorcerer Supreme is, Doraemon?" Strange sighed and shook his head helplessly. That was all the help he could offer; the rest was up to the Avengers' own actions.

Peter then bid farewell to Strange and headed to the Great Sanctuary. On the way, he saw television; the Daily Bugle was still working, and Jonah Jameson was driving his old car, with a camera and microphone, broadcasting live from Manhattan.

Hundreds of Ultron robots are flying through Manhattan, using their sonic emitters to sweep away ordinary symbiote minions, but they are quickly torn apart by even more symbiote minions. Then, more Ultron robots fly out of Avengers Tower. It seems Tony and Hank aren't slacking off; Avengers Tower is continuously creating new Ultron robots to suppress the situation.

What is Nal doing? Is he really just doing nothing and waiting to get the Hulk Codex? That doesn't seem right.

As Peter pondered this, amidst Manhattan shrouded in black symbiotes, he hesitated for a moment before suddenly having an idea.

"Hey, Venom? Dude? I think Jonah Jameson might be right, an all-black uniform makes him look like a bad guy, especially now that all of New York is covered by Nar's symbiote."

Design a new uniform?

"Perhaps? Let's go back to the classics? Instead of Venom-themed Spider-Man, how about Venom plus Spider-Man?"

As Peter spoke, he conceived a brand new suit design in his mind. His black suit began to change and eventually became a completely new suit.

Stop making things so dark, Spider-Man, bring some hope to everyone.

Here's the update I missed yesterday.

Thank you, Commander Yaobian, for designing the new battle suit for PP. Thank you, Commander!

Thank you for the donation, Metatron.

Strange indeed disliked using swords; he preferred axes…

(End of this chapter)