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"Weak democracy cannot save this filthy galaxy, the only justice you need is power - only power is the only truth!"

Cross's hands trembled several times, and she looked at Tarazin pleadingly, and the playfulness that could be revealed on Tarazin's steel face made Cross tremble all over.

Maybe now he is a fun toy in Tarasin's eyes... No, I'm afraid the whole Xandar civilization is like this.

But what are they? What else do they have to match? When the terrifying undead traversed the galaxy in front of them, their ancestors were probably still drinking blood.

"Traitor... tyrant... dictator, I will... make it public!"

The adjutant who was photographed on the wall was still chattering, and Talasin was not used to her, and a green ray enveloped her when he raised his hand!

In the shrill screams, the adjutant's flesh and blood was peeled off in an instant, and the pale skeleton was attached with silver-black light, and in the end, he was like a puppet prostrate in front of Talasin.

"My people...will they also become like this?"

Cross looked at the adjutant who was crawling on the ground and turned into a steel skeleton, and said in a low voice

"Will my people be your pets and slaves from now on?"

"No, you still seem to have a huge misunderstanding of us."

Talasin shook his head as if he sighed, grabbed the puppet-like steel skeleton, and said lightly.

"You are different from us. Your soul exists and the only destination for our souls is darkness. I should have told you that we can only ease the process of our souls falling into darkness through the act of killing."

"For us Necron overlords who are fully conscious, we have another way to keep our souls from falling into darkness...but for some of the other people, they still need killing and other actions to keep own self."

"The transformation of the rectification agreement is in a sense. All the objects transformed by the rectification agreement have only two choices, keep their intact souls and truly become a part of us, or be torn off by us. The soul, in its incompleteness, goes to death."

"Even if we have smashed the gods in the sky, we can't compete and contend with death itself... You are not our pets and slaves, we put the power of choice in your hands."

Cross looked at Tarasina's natural posture, his lips moved slightly, but he swallowed all the words.

Are Talasin's practices cruel? Needless to say, domineering and arrogant, cruel and tyrannical!

The choice they give is not a choice at all, it is nothing more than telling you, either die now, or die without a corpse in the future.

But at least he gave them a little hope of surviving... He at least gave the sacrificed lambs a little time to survive.

Cross's fists clenched and lowered, sweat dripping down his face. After repeating this hesitant behavior countless times, she lowered her head and said in a very low voice.

"I... promise you."

"Then, the transaction takes effect from this moment."

Talasin smiled and held Cross's hand, and at this moment, the conclusion of a certain contract made it impossible for both of them to violate the content of the contract.

Cross will sell the souls of the remaining half of Xandar in exchange for the Necron a chance to defeat the enemy and escape from here.

And Talasin will also fulfill his promise, send the remaining half of Xandar out of this dangerous place of death, and defeat those terrifying cosmic tumors, the evil of the stars.

In fact, for him, the latter is the real thing to do.

Asking Cross to sign a contract to sell half of his souls was just an incidental act in a sense.

Like a man who catches a bug while fighting off an intruding beast, it may be a new pleasure, but it doesn't matter if he is there or not.

"Then, I will arrange all the drama for you."

Talasin grabbed his cane and said gracefully and happily

"You will continue to play your role as the great leader of Xandar, no one will know about this deal, and you will be Noah who once again leads your people out of disaster..."

"No, I'll stay." Cross said in a low voice

"I will not be leading my people down... The half who survive should be led by someone more suitable than me. As for me... I want to stay and advance and retreat with the people I abandoned."

"As for my reputation, it doesn't matter... Let me live in the history of Xandar as a tyrant, a clown who fears death."

"Why didn't I see that you have such a strong tendency to self-destruct!" Talasin exclaimed in admiration or something.

"You really are a martyr... But, with all due respect, who do you think will be better suited to lead your people in the future?"

"...Carol will do the job well." Cross clenched his fists and said lightly

"She's less suited to playing politics than me, but she doesn't care about the extra stuff... Maybe she's not a Xandar, but she'll be a qualified leader."

"You are so generous in letting an alien rule your people," Talasin exclaimed.

"You are really a kind and righteous martyr! And congratulations, your actions have brought a new possibility of entry for those guys who were originally eliminated."

"Then let's start with me."

Cross took a deep breath, half-kneeled in front of Talasin, lowered his arrogant head humbly, and said in a low voice

"From now on, I will only be left with a body of steel."

"From now on, the flesh-and-blood Cross is dead."

273. Coulson rolls the dice

"If it goes on like this, I really don't know how to write the report."

Coulson closed the notebook in his hand and sighed sadly.

Until now, more than a month has passed since the start of his mission, but he still has not formally encountered and contacted his mission target.

This is not good news for him. He has been in this town for too long. If he continues, he will definitely be recalled by Nick Fury. Although the mission fails, he will not have much blame. But it is sure to affect his promotion.

Thinking of this, Coulson took a sip of coffee and fell into contemplation while looking at the cloudy sky outside the window.

In fact, he is not at all the kind of character who will fear the world will not be chaotic for his own promotion and performance. He is the completely opposite kind of good-natured character.

If this peaceful town can continue to survive peacefully, then Coulson is actually very happy that his mission has failed.

The "results" of these special workers are an outright disaster for ordinary people. Their achievements are basically built at the cost of hundreds of times or even more lives behind them.

But the problem is... Although that main goal has not been captured by Coulson until now, the problems in this small town have never been solved.

From a month ago, a large number of frequent pet disappearances still occurred. In the cattle farm in the west of the town, a large number of beef cattle disappeared some time ago.

Then, there was a sudden change in the water quality of the town. It is said that one night the tap water in the whole town was actually blood!

The guy hiding in the shadows was undoubtedly an extremely cunning and promoted opponent, and although Coulson didn't know what the guy wanted those pets and beef cattle for, it certainly wouldn't be good news.

Because the level of hunting of that monster is actually increasing.

From the very beginning of small pets, to large pets, to large-scale shots against medium and large animals.

If this arrangement is followed, when will they hunt humans next?

Coulson's thoughts were a little lost, and just as he was thinking about the problem, the commotion outside the window caught his attention.

The black police officer from the small town that Coulson knew very well walked in in a hurry, and before Coulson opened his mouth to ask anything, he explained everything one by one.

"What? Three children were swept away by a shadow?"

Coulson stood up abruptly, and sure enough the worst thing happened!

"I should have gone directly to save those children, but our weapons stockpile is really not enough..."

That black police officer poured a lot on Coulson

Many people believe that the firepower of the American police is very sufficient under the cognition of the news and various channels-this statement cannot be wrong, but it is not entirely correct.

In a remote town in an underdeveloped area such as Alabama, the police force stationed here is largely underpowered.

The reason is simple, no money, no cost.

Although the police can buy private guns, they are not allowed to carry out private modifications, and if they are found to be using private guns during their missions, they will often be put on a hat of suspected revenge.

If it's the police in a big city, it's fine. They have enough funds to submit applications directly to the government or accept "sponsorship" from some companies.

Although I can't get the tanks of the IRS next door, at least it is enough to suppress most criminals.

In such a small town, it is obviously impossible to expect to be as arrogant as the New York police.

Although this fat black police officer was a little scared, it wasn't because he was scared that he didn't save the children.

He just understands that it is impossible for him to use this "gun of kindness" that he has not fired in about ten years to deal with enemies who are suspected to be unknown species or gangsters.

And Coulson is an agent, and although he looks like a good old man, he is definitely the easiest group of people in this country to get approval to buy and use a lot of heavy arms!

"Tell me where those children are!"

While reloading his gun, Coulson dialed the communication for help and told the black police officer.

"They went to the abandoned lumber mill east of town."

"Okay, I'll go first!" Coulson picked up the notebook and stuffed it into his chest pocket, saying to the black police officer

"There's a suitcase under the window of the hotel I'm staying in. The password is 2389. When you're ready, take the weapon inside and come to me!"

After that, Coulson ran in the direction he pointed without hesitation.

...

While paying attention to his own birth, Ultron also noticed many interesting things.

That is, the world is gradually moving towards a state of painting style collapse.

The biggest part of the reason why Ultron was convinced that he was not in Universe 19999 was that the "painting style" was wrong.

In the world he lives in, the existence of superheroes is not only widespread but also unscrupulous, and the number of active villains on the street is quite a style of ancient comics.

Just a bunch of punks who haven't even finished high school in public high school and get an alien weapon and clamor for world **** or something.

So many superhero careers have been filled with a lot of these hilarious idiots, making it all scary and absurd.

Ultron once had a lot of questions and questions about the strange world in which he lived, but now, all the answers have been solved.

The world is indeed in this situation driven by various factors.

Because of Odin's proclamation and cruel punishment, the hostility to Asgard has skyrocketed across the planet, but the number of people who have developed a fierce adoration of Odin is also increasing day by day.

The third god, Grimm, Wednesday, the **** of the sceptre, the father of the gods...

Odin's existence itself had a part of its followers even before Asgard came.

Although the Nordic people's belief in Odin and the Asa gods was almost lost due to the impact of **** Christ, thanks to the openness of modern beliefs, there has never been a shortage of religions worshipped by Odin.

And coupled with the trouble of Odin, these sects have naturally sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

They wantonly spread the teachings and spread the words, claiming that Odin is the real master of the earth.

Their loyal appearance when licking a dog makes people wonder if they are Asgardian spies.

Oh no, it can't be, Asgardians have a brain, but not so stupid!

But even so, the trend of belief centered on Odin continued to spread like a virus.

Because a serious question looms on the faces of the three major religions - no matter how omnipotent your gods are, our gods have manifested not long ago!

It has to be said that Odin’s choice to bomb New York with the Rainbow Bridge may be a major reason for the spread of his beliefs.

This destruction and his icy proclamation promote nihilism, and Odin's voice overturns the previous claims of Asgardian aliens.

Regardless of the nature, this ability is enough to make Odin claim to be the omnipotent lord.

Even the high-level social ranks of many countries have joined these messy sects, almost completely using Odin as a wishing machine.

Of course, Odin is destined not to respond with a single word, but the result of this series of salacious operations is...

These messy religious groups have grown into quite a trouble, and they seem to be a contagious virus, spreading a specialized virus.

The only good thing this virus of ignorance and ignorance brings is stupid peace of mind, but it has created a whole bunch of anti-intellectual 'adventists'

Looking at the mess of a lot of troubles, Ultron sighed faintly.

He never seemed to be the one to witness history.

He will always be the one who facilitates the achievement of history.

274. The world that gradually becomes comic

America is now thriving in unprecedented chaos.

The Rainbow Bridge's act of turning the entire New York into white ground undoubtedly caused the United States to suffer huge losses that it has not suffered since World War II. Whether in economic or political sense, the huge losses almost made the United States withdraw from its current status of world hegemony!

Losing such a world financial center, which is not a capital but is better than a capital, the heavy losses suffered by the United States should be strong enough to almost knock down the eagle of God.

But the truth is... America is getting some kind of weird life out of the chaos, and even a weird kind of progress from the chaos that stretches out after this huge loss.

Those who left New York for a variety of reasons before New York was destroyed, whether good or bad, or villains, began to "spread" in other cities

Just like Jin Bing, the criminal king who chose to set foot in Los Angeles and make a comeback quickly gathered a powerful force.

No, if you only compare the scope of the site and the benefits, Jin Bing's power here is even greater than his former site in New York.