In front of the star, the two small black spots continued to expand in the field of vision. The green-haired Polaris held his chin with his hand, looking thoughtfully at the spaceship that was crumpled into an iron ball. After Magneto put down his hand,
, she also stretched out her hand and aimed at the other remaining spacecraft on the right flank.
There was no wind in the universe, but Polaris' long hair began to float and dance in the air, like a hunting flag. She did exactly the same thing as Magneto, reaching out her hand and shaking it gently.
But the remaining spacecraft did not disintegrate cleanly, but the front deck changed its shape. Polaris exhaled and shook his head.
She turned to look at Magneto, who glanced at her and said, "Watch it, one last time."
After saying that, he seemed to be a little impatient. He raised his hand again without any unnecessary movements. In an instant, there was no explosion or sound. Countless parts of the spacecraft seemed to have been accurately disassembled and floated into the universe. Polaris whispered.
Say: "...Deconstruction?"
She thought for a few seconds, then stretched out her hand again, and a spacecraft on the left flank was dismantled by her. However, she seemed to have encountered some problems when deconstructing the cockpit. Polaris frowned deeply.
Neither the father nor the daughter paid attention to the condensed light from the main ship's gun muzzle. When the ship's gun was fired, the fiery energy shot out was instantly stuffed back into the gun muzzle. The entire gun barrel exploded with a "boom", and
Less than half of the hull was reduced to ashes.
All the weapons that fired at them were as if they had collectively rebelled. All the energy and shells to be fired surged back along the barrels and exploded into their own breech.
This kind of explosion is very deadly. The outer shield of the spacecraft is not enough to withstand the impact of their own weapon explosion. About a dozen warships were damaged by the explosion in the first round of firing.
The commander didn't even realize what was happening. Red alarm reminders filled the operation panel. The alarm sounds were so rapid that it was impossible to hear who was reporting the damage.
For this fleet, they are lucky to be used as a teaching tool by Magneto, and they are even more lucky to have Polaris with a weak foundation. Otherwise, the entire fleet would have become a yo-yo in Magneto's hands by now.
Magneto did not want to teach Polaris on a whim, but he also discovered that the Brotherhood of Mutants was not strong enough to enter the interstellar stage. At the level of the universe, other than him, others were more like a burden.
Xavier School selected several mutant students who lived with the symbiote to go to the Andromeda Galaxy, and the results were very good. Although the mutant students were young, they could do a lot with the help of the symbiote.
In comparison, people like the Brotherhood are really not enough. Except for Mystique who can handle some diplomatic work, most of them are ineffective in any aspect, whether it is public or private. Polaris is
The most worthy of cultivation.
On the main star of the Hive, Hive certainly felt the arrival of the fleet. He thought it was time to cooperate inside and outside. As a lord recognized by the capital planet, he was invaded, and the fleet should help. However, after waiting for a long time, he did not see the fleet in the universe open fire. Hive
I couldn't help but wonder, why didn't they attack the surface?
At this time, the fleet commander and the hive were in exactly the same mood. It stands to reason that the lord of this planet should have seen the fleet's arrival. Why didn't he cooperate with the fleet's attack?
Now the mood of both parties is, where is the space fleet? Save it! Where is the planet lord? Save it!
After dozens of seconds, the commander finally recovered from the shock and began to contact the planet lords on the surface. After receiving the communication, the hive was absolutely furious.
I was counting on you to save me! Now you are asking me to save me! You don’t even look at the monsters on the surface of this planet now!
The heavy rain covering this planet has never stopped, and everyone fighting in the rain no longer distinguishes between friend and foe, with fire, explosions, and roars. Everyone is constantly venting their emotions, regardless of who the opponent is.
In terms of destruction and destruction, human beings have innate talents. They are not afraid of throwing bombs at each other on the planet they live on. Before they had the ability to colonize the interstellar world, they turned the mother they depended on for survival into a
An arsenal with sufficient ammunition does not consider the retreat after the end of the world.
And if this was not the earth, humans would not be responsible for the environment here, nor would they need to undertake any post-war repair work. How many buildings collapsed here and how many aliens died had nothing to do with them.
Then human beings will let the universe see what a son of chaos is and what an entropy-increasing demon is.
If you zoom out and see that after a period of melee, the entire Hive Main Star has changed from a potato ball to a piece of cheese, and it is almost impossible to tell who has caused more damage.
If we have to assess the damage, the large craters are all the work of Iron Man. The buildings disappeared out of thin air, but the terrain did not change. They were usually swallowed by venom bats. Large pieces of building ruins were all done by Dr. Lizard. The buildings were broken into pieces.
The more powerful ones are the consequences of Hulk's punches and kicks.
As for other people, they are mainly responsible for driving the hatred of these human-shaped turrets all over the streets. Just like Steve, wherever he passes, he will definitely leave a big crater caused by Iron Man’s bombing, and wherever Iron Man passes, there will definitely be
Strange's legacy of magic.
In this endless destruction, all the huge tentacles near the hive were crushed into pulp, leaving only a solitary body standing there.
When he raised his head and looked up at the starry sky, what he saw was a series of explosive sparks. The wreckage of the spacecraft fell down like fire rain. After contacting the raindrops close to the surface, billowing smoke came out and hit the ground, leaving a charred
Apart from the huge pit, not even a single complete corpse could be found.
The hive was completely desperate. An unspeakable despair and dark atmosphere enveloped him. He didn't understand what was happening to this planet.
Just when he wanted to use up his last strength and struggle, he saw a beautiful arc of light at the end of the skyline. It was a brilliant light that he had never seen before, more brilliant than anything that had ever appeared on this planet.
The rising sun and sunset that I have experienced countless times are even more beautiful.
The star is like a blooming bud, gradually turning from vibrant orange to mature, and when the bright and scary red spreads, it almost engulfs everything in the entire star system.
Schiller was sitting in the cabin of the Glory spaceship, looking at the scene outside the window. This place was far away from the main star system of the Hive, but he could still see this magnificent cosmic fireworks.
The changing light was like a constantly flashing neon light, coating the dim cab with warm light. Schiller slowly closed his eyes, sank his consciousness, and then appeared in the palace of his own thoughts.
It was a small projection room, and a figure in a black trench coat was already waiting there. Schiller, wearing a white coat, walked over and sat on the sofa next to him. A picture of the rapid evolution of the sun was playing on the projection screen.
"How does it feel to skip work?" Schiller in a black trench coat asked. Schiller in a white coat pushed up his glasses and said, "I am taking a reasonable vacation, just like you."
"By the way, where is that madman? Where did the 'superego' get him?"
"He should be on the 100th floor now. I don't know which floor he is on, but I think he is having a lot of fun. After all, he doesn't have to compete with Jack for Bruce. He is half Batman himself."
"To be honest, it's a bit risky to let him out." Schiller, wearing a white coat, shook his head and said, "When you gave me this suggestion, I thought you were crazy."
"I almost went crazy. The new umbrella I worked so hard to get broke again within a few days of getting it to you." Schiller, who was dressed in black, snorted coldly and said, "Of course I have to show them some strength.
Take a look."
"Your style of doing things is completely inconsistent with Marvel. This roundabout strategy of killing multiple birds with one stone is more suitable for your world." Schiller in a white coat shook his head and said.
He focused his gaze on the projection screen in front of him, and the images on the projection began to play backwards at an extremely fast speed.
The expanding sun began to shrink, the crater on the main star of the cosmic hive gradually filled up, the spacecraft quickly retreated back into the solar system, and the earth reversed from east to west. From day to night, back to the night of the accident in the sanatorium.
The moment Schiller saw that his umbrella was scratched, the air in the entire scene condensed, and fine dust was clearly visible. Looking through the window, the glass shards brought by Iron Man who had just broken the window were floating in the air, reflecting
With crystal light.
The moment Schiller was stunned, looking through his eyes, DC Schiller, who was wearing a black trench coat in a tower with more than 300 floors, was also stunned.
He had just returned from vacation when he received a piece of bad news that was like a bolt from the blue. His endless anger almost burned down his bedroom. Feeling this vigorous anger, Marvel Schiller, wearing a white coat, had to
He quickly pulled away from his consciousness and returned to the palace of thought to stop DC Schiller.
But obviously, the people of Gotham are very grudge-y, so Schiller, in a black trench coat, proposed a plan, a dark plan full of Gotham style.
First, two Schillers, one black and one white, ran to more than 200 floors. Schiller with green hair was thrown into the elevator and sent all the way to the consciousness.
After the clown Schiller took over the body, he used every trick to follow Jacqueline to the Hive Prime. After the infiltration plan was successful, he revealed his true colors, and his first stop on the Hive Prime was the weather control tower.
He directly mixed the "wine", that is, the Dionysian factor, into the rainwater of the Beehive Star, and converted all the planet's few water resources into rainwater, creating a global rainfall.
But in fact, the purpose of this rain is not to pollute those bugs. The real target is actually these Marvel superheroes.
Compared to the lunatics in Gotham, the heroes in Marvel, even the anti-heroes who are both good and evil, all look so amiable and amiable.
But sometimes, being too righteous, adhering too closely to certain norms, and having too high moral requirements for oneself will actually accumulate a lot of emotional pressure in people's hearts. If this pressure is not released, it will bring about various kinds of problems.
Such psychological problems.
People often ask, should good people be pointed at guns? But in addition to being pointed at by other people's guns, good people sometimes also point guns at themselves. Their excessive moral standards will make them feel guilty.
, this, like other extreme emotions, can harm people's emotional health.
Superheroes are not carved from the same mold. They each have their own personalities. When forming a team, there will inevitably be friction. Coupled with old and new grudges, actions will not go smoothly, plans will not meet expectations, and key problems cannot be found.
And being eager for success can easily lead to internal war.
Pick an overripe and rotten fruit from a moth-eaten tree, take it to a winery with a bad environment, put it in a wine barrel with air leakage, and use the wrong wine in the wrong season.
Method fermentation, and finally brewed a cup of bitter wine called civil war, which was drank by human civilization in one gulp.
When they first exchanged evil words, the seeds of that tree had been planted, and the resulting bitter wine was like poison that penetrated the intestines, corroding the teetering boat in the sea of stars from the inside out.
In this war, after the gun is fired, there is no winner.
This chapter has been completed!