The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1416 Return of the Old Days (22)

Helheim, the underworld among the Nine Great Kingdoms, has been very quiet for ten thousand years. It is not completely dark here. A round of moon hidden in the clouds appears and disappears, and when it shines on the barren land, it looks even more deserted.

The male figure wearing a jacket and a mask stepped out of the portal, and in an instant, he smelled the strong power of death in the air around him that he had dreamed of.

Eyes emitting red light, long pointed ears, and a mouth that keeps drooling but still maintains an evil smile indicate that he has already been transformed into a crazy monster. He laughed twice and looked at the other person on his shoulder. A little furry friend.

"Rocket...Rocket! Soon, we will be able to grant the greatest immortality to the superheroes of this world! The problem about you that that idiot Iron Man can't solve will definitely be solved!"

And the Rocket Raccoon standing on his shoulder is hardly recognizable as a raccoon anymore. The mechanical structure of half of his body is exposed, covered with mottled rust and uncleaned blood, his head is powerlessly tilted to one side, Some crude steel wire is attached to the other shoulder.

But Xingjue patted his little friend's head unconsciously, with a more evil smile in his eyes: "I know, those experiments we tried to transform you have brought you a lot of pain, But that’s okay, Rocket, soon we’ll be sharing that great knowledge together, and that day—it’s almost here!”

The hair around Rocket Raccoon's right eye has completely fallen off, leaving only the eyeball with a metal structure wrapped in a faint light. The light on the eyeball flickered for a while, but he didn't say anything.

After falling into the hands of this group of monsters who were crazily attacked, he became an experimental product for their research on the weakness of mechanical life.

At first, these monsters wanted to infect robots with madness, but later they discovered that purely logical life built from data and information could not absorb these madnesses, so the robots became enemies that should be eliminated.

In this universe, after 99% of intelligent life is infected, mechanical life naturally has nowhere to escape. Rocket Raccoon is almost the last surviving mechanical body in the cancer universe. There is still a glimmer of hope in my heart.

Grinning and baring his fangs, Star-Lord put Rocket Raccoon, who had long been incapacitated, on his back. He looked around, as if he was very satisfied with this barren land.

The temperatureless wind blows the surface, the withered roots of the plants bend down, the surface of the dry and loose soil layer moves, and the gravel and gravel roll down along the soil slope.

With a sound of "swish", only the palm of the bones broke through the ground, followed by the same pale and terrifying elbows and shoulder blades. When the mud-stained skull broke through the ground, the fire of the soul burned blazingly in the eye sockets.

"What the hell is that?!"

Xingjue stared at the skeleton warrior crawling out from the ground. He clenched the pistol in his hand, raised the gun to aim, and pulled the trigger. A series of attacks were extremely smooth, and the skeleton fell to the ground.

Xingjue showed a disdainful smile, looked at the increasingly larger portal and countless superheroes flying out of the portal, he flicked his pistol and said, "That's all a mortal can do!"

"Crack, click, click."

More and more abnormal noises came from below the ground, Xingjue turned his head and found more and more pale bone palms breaking through the ground six feet below.

He clenched the pistol in his hand, turned around and shot in vain, but the broken bones would recover in a second.

With a sound of "clang", a shield was thrown high and then fell. The skeleton that just crawled out was stronger than the others. He picked up the shield and let out a silent roar, followed by a swordsman holding a big sword Skeletons, mage skeletons in broken robes, groups of bloodthirsty hounds, huge shadow bone wolves...

Finally, with the storm in the distance, an extremely huge bone dragon soared into the sky, and the raging shadow breath burned the only remaining plant remains.

The monster superheroes who walked out of the portal saw the figure standing on the head of the bone dragon at the first sight - after a thousand years, the legendary princess of Asgard finally put on her silver armor , the long sword in his hand once cut across the universe, and now he is thirsty for blood again.

The horn sounded when the blade was unsheathed, and when the endless army of undead marched forward, the friction sound of joints and bones was ethereal and strange. The slow and swaying pace unique to undead creatures was like jumping a strange sacrificial spirit. dance.

"Destroy them!" A scream came from the superhero team, and Star-Lord could hear that it might be Natasha's voice, but it was extra sharp at this time, which only made Star-Lord feel a little harsh.

Rocket, on his back, knows that the pack is cranky enough after being infected with madness.

But the situation at this time was unusual. They should have rushed to the promised land of their dreams, and in order to satisfy their bloodthirsty desires that had accumulated for a long time, they slaughtered all living things in front of them——

But there is no living thing here.

The superheroes collided with the army of the undead. When the gray meets the red, it is like a wave crashing into a rock wall. A thin line separates the battlefield clearly, but there is no traditional army assault meat grinder. General momentum.

The undead all over the mountains and plains have no blood or flesh, they will be scattered when they are attacked by power, and then they will recover and be reduced to ashes when they are attacked by energy.

There is no warmth from the hot blood sprinkled on the face when the opponent's chest is torn apart, there is no joy in the heart when hearing the screams when the opponent's limbs are torn off, and the bone frame is too fragile and even the blow feedback is not so strong.

Fighting is like chopping melons and vegetables but it seems endless, just like repetitive labor day after day, it does not fuel madness, only endless boring.

The broken Rocket Raccoon, who couldn't move or speak, could only be carried by Star-Lord on his back, watching him use his pistol to shoot one skeleton after another in vain.

The explosion of the energy bullet had just shattered a swordsman's skeleton, a green light flashed, and the opponent recovered, while another skeleton riding a horse rushed out from the side, and the spear almost pierced Xingjue.

With a sound of "噗嗤", the restored Longsword Skeleton cut off Xingjue's entire arm with a backhand sword. Xingjue let out a scream, covered the wound on his arm and backed away again and again. Sighing silently, these monsters just won't die, it's not that they won't hurt.

Star-Lord is not a hero who is very good at close combat, even if he is good at this, the big man with the shield is too close, Rocket Raccoon watched helplessly as the sharp edge of the shield ran along Star-Lord's jaw line to him On the other side of the ear, half of Xingjue's head was cut off.

Brains splattered, blood overflowed, and the few remaining temperature sensors on Rocket Raccoon told him that a piece of Star-Lord's brain should have splashed on his back.

The man in the jacket lay on his back on the ground, trampled under by countless skeletons, and when he was revived, he still stood on the spot facing endless melee attacks, unable to get out of trouble at all.

Good job, Rocket Raccoon thought, this universe is really lucky, the portal just opened in the underworld, I have to say, the endless army of undead is indeed a good way to deal with undead superhero monsters, only undead, In order to fight against immortality.

Although I don't know how long the resurrection energy can last, but before the energy is exhausted, these skeletons are much more useful than superheroes.

First of all, their number is hundreds of times that of the troops who arrived first. The size of the portal is limited, and it takes time to expand. Many superheroes cannot fly and can only walk, so the speed of transporting troops will be limited, but the skeleton seems Endless, no one knows how many people are buried in this barren land.

Secondly, superheroes seldom cooperate with each other. Even if there is cooperation, it is mostly cooperation between several teams. commander of large-scale operations.

Odin used the blood of countless races in the universe to raise a top interstellar army leader. As good as Asgard is at knife warfare and blitzkrieg, Hela is so good at defending against such tactics.

Those who have a little understanding of the military should understand that on the frontal battlefield of large-scale battles, the speed of troop mobilization is what matters.

The superheroes rushing out of the portal in a mess did not even have a decent squad leader, and this group of skeletons was not only a hundred times larger than their enemies, but also well-trained, and their reaction speed was shortened to the shortest.

The frontal battlefield of large-scale battles only depends on whose blood bar is long, and the attacking special forces on the frontal battlefield are nothing more than small pieces ruthlessly crushed by a meat grinder. Everything was in disarray, all fighting on their own, submerged in the crowd tactics.

With the continuous deployment of the front line, the information was sent back to the command center, and units targeting the weaknesses of monster superheroes were mobilized.

Iron Man has artillery bombardment, Skeleton Mage has defensive shields, so that ordinary skeleton warriors can approach, Captain America can throw shields, and the skeleton horse directly charges and knocks him down and tramples him on the ground. Just now, there is another team of cavalry Rushing over, Spider-Man is extremely powerful, but the Skeleton Bird has wings on its back, and can directly grab his shoulders, fly to a high altitude, and then throw it down.

As for trained ordinary people like Natasha and Hawkeye, they only need a combat team composed of not many skeletons to kill them continuously.

Hela stood on top of the skeleton bone dragon, quietly watching the changes in the field, and at the same time constantly mobilized troops through the power of the Lord of the Undead. It can be seen from her expression and the slightly raised corners of her mouth that she enjoyed it very much. All of this, for a war madman, there is nothing better than a never-ending battle.

But judging from the frequency with which Hela mobilized troops, she didn't feel any pressure. In fact, mobilizing the undead army was much easier than commanding Asgard to fight. into the enemy army.

After obtaining the official title of prince and having the priesthood, Hela became more and more comfortable controlling the power of the undead. The war and destruction that Hela had longed for for so many years was not such a one-sided crushing.

So the black-haired princess flicked her sword lightly and sent a message to the base hidden behind the clouds.

"Expand the portal, continue to increase the size!"

(End of this chapter)