Marvel Magic Event Book

Accompanied by the dazzling flash of transmission, the suddenly expanding air let out a piercing scream, squeezing out a giant hemispherical hole in the dust and sand in the sky.But soon they were overwhelmed by the sandstorm again.For ordinary people without protection, the sand and gravel carried by this storm are like rapidly flying needles, repeatedly tearing at the skin until the flesh and blood are peeled off, and the bones are exposed.But to the heavily armed Sisters, this sandstorm was nothing more than a tiny noise on the surface of their armor, unable to shake their pace.

The assault team and the heavy weapons team formed a defensive formation the moment they landed. Catherine activated her beloved chainsword and looked around cautiously.The detection instruments built into their helmets use bright lines to clearly outline the positions of their teammates, allowing them to maintain the results of their training in the sand and dust.

The average temperature of this planet is lower than that of the earth. After detection by the power armor, it can barely reach the level for human survival.Due to the rotation period, the night of this planet is extremely long. The huge satellite reflects the light of the star, dyeing everything on the surface a dark blue.Huge sandstorms spread across the planet, stumbling around like shambling giants.If the Eternal City could launch satellites, they would see that the surface of the planet is covered with dark blue deserts, and only a few of the surfaces can receive sunlight and maintain temperatures.

No one is interested in doing geological survey work now.

Sandstorms not only affect the Sisterhood's weaponry, but also damage radio communications and power armor's air filtration devices.After reluctantly confirming each other's intelligence and location through the correspondent, the assault team and the heavy weapons team escorted Salomon to the target location.

The only material used for positioning was gravel from this planet. All Salomon could do was send combat forces to this planet, but the destination location could not be controlled. He could only minimize the error and ensure safety.Therefore, the first thing they did after landing on this planet was not to search for traces of Leopold Fitz or Gemma Simmons, but to join up with other teams to form a closely connected combat force.

At the same time, Salomon was also listening carefully to the sounds of the planet. This was not a difficult task for him. He quickly screened out the lives of non-Immortal City combat teams from the spell feedback.

He heard the faint evil cry in the sandstorm. This malice floated above the sandstorm, drifting around with the gravel and wind like algae floating on the water - it was a consciousness, a broken soul, a world made up of countless tiny A collective consciousness composed of consciousness.When the mystic came into contact with that consciousness, he unearthed its memory, its pain, and the wail of this creature for thousands of years replaced the roar of atmospheric movement, seeping into the genes of this planet and the intelligent creatures that once existed. sequence.Salomon deleted part of the information and sent that malicious position into the minds of every combat team leader.He acted as a monitor of its movements to prevent the combat team from inadvertently running into the malicious creature.

He was certain that the twisted consciousness was the guy whom the Malik family had worshiped as a god for thousands of years, which was also the goal of his trip.But for the sake of his reputation and commitment, he had to gather people first to rescue the two helpless guys from SHIELD's science team, and then find a way to solve the problem.

"I feel... not good." The stubble-faced man chewed over and over again the feeling of goosebumps all over his body that he had experienced just now.Ever since he picked up the woman outside his residence, strange things had happened one after another.He first learned that many years had passed on the earth, and then there were frequent sandstorms and auditory hallucinations.

Someone is calling that woman's name

"Maybe someone is outside!" Gemma Simmons sniffed.

On this planet, every drop of water is a precious resource.She has not bathed for a long time, and this is especially true for Will, who is a NASA astronaut. The only way to clean is to learn from birds to take a sand bath, and use friction to clean off the dirt produced by metabolism on the surface of the skin.Simmons refused this painful-sounding bathing method and tried to save water every day so that he could wipe his face.

"impossible!"

"I'm here, Will." Simmons pointed to himself, "Am I not a human being?"

Will smiled jokingly, "You mean, there will be another unlucky guy in this world who comes through that boulder?"

"Well... I just forgot to lock the door." Simmons tilted his head.She thought about Fitz.

Since she came to this planet, she has often thought of Fitz, and she knows that Fitz will use any means to find her.This thought was like lighting a small warm bonfire in her despair-filled heart, trying to support her in finding a way back to Earth.

Will poured her a cup of hot tea.The tea leaves in sealed boxes became useful after Simmons arrived. With an additional labor force, the efficiency of finding water sources doubled.Will wouldn't mind brewing today's water ration into tea. "Sometimes, when sandstorms hit, I heard the roar of the devil." Will said softly, holding the teacup, "I know this is superstition, but... do you think there is still life on this planet? "

"I don't think anyone else would be here but us."

"But I heard the sound of the giant moving. On countless nights, when I tossed and turned in bed, I heard that sound lingering at the door. I stayed up all night, holding the homemade spear tightly in my hand, My vest was covered with cold sweat. After the sandstorm, I went out to check the situation and found several traces of snakes squirming on the sand. Those traces were all stuck together by mucus and could not be blown away even by strong winds. They formed a circle around the skylight. One charming circle after another...that thing wants to eat me, Simmons. It's waiting for me..."

"That's a good story, Will. You'll have a story to tell when we get back to Earth." Simmons smiled and patted the table. NASA, or the Malik family, specially prepared a large amount of supplies for Will when they launched him on this planet.These materials have supported Will's survival until now, and also supported Simmons' calculations.Especially the hand-operated generator, which has persisted to this day.

"I'm not the first astronaut to come here," he said.He didn't ask Simmons to immediately believe what he said.Maybe he was an impatient boy back then, but years of alien life have polished him into a patient survivor.

"I know."

"Not the last one." Will said calmly, "They are all dead, and only I survived. You are a scientist, and you should understand that it is almost impossible to form rotten conditions in the desert. However, the astronaut corpses you saw But it has turned into bones. Did you think of anything?"

"Beast?" Simmons shook his head and rejected the idea.

If those astronauts were really killed by wild beasts, then it would be absolutely impossible for them to find the complete skeletons of the astronauts, and Will, who has lived here for a long time, will definitely encounter it.She suddenly felt that although Will's words were a bit funny, they represented a certain possibility, some kind of mysterious creature that left a snake-like trail and swallowed life.

The sandstorm became more intense, making the roof bang.

Simmons shuddered.