Predators often move at night, using shadows to hide their figures and hide their scent downwind. Anyone who has ever experienced wild survival knows that fires must be lit at night. Not only because wild animals are afraid of flames, but also because they are afraid of flames.
It's because the firelight can dispel the darkness and expose the whereabouts of the beast. Blackcard Burt just lay on the ground, a steel bar pierced his abdomen, the blood dripped downwards and then disappeared along the slope into irrelevant shadows.
He inhaled hard, tilted his head, and stared at the dark corners beyond the range of the emergency lights with the corner of his eyes - it seemed that his breathing and the smell of blood attracted some creatures and shadows that had never seen light.
Pairs of eyes that reflect light like cats are constantly popping up. The eyes of these predators are gradually approaching, like a pack of hyenas approaching injured animals on the grassland. These creatures may have been the Inhumans, or they may have been the Inhumans.
The captive aliens, but over the course of thousands of years and the industrial pollution at the bottom, they have completely lost their culture and original form - Black Bolt's vision gradually blurred, and coldness spread on his skin.
His breathing was extremely harsh, and pink blood foam kept coming out of the wound on his chest.
Blackcard Burt just barely roared out a burst of blood-foaming phlegm. The sound wave brought white mist overflowing from his mouth and nose, barely driving away the timid and strange creatures nearby. His vitality is very tenacious, and ordinary people encounter it.
Such injuries could not sustain him until now. He still struggled a few times but could not break free from the steel bar that pierced him. He was like a prey caught in a trap. He could only bleed continuously and wait for death to approach. Even the initial warmth
His blood was now cold and slippery. He did not forget the blood relative he wanted to kill. The moment he woke up after the fall, Maximus disappeared.
"I heard footsteps."
He half-closed his eyes, and the warmth slowly overflowed from underneath his body and spread upwards, finally covering his mouth and nose, as if he was soaking in warm water instead of facing death, which made him feel comfortable. The breath with the smell of blood came from
His lungs were squeezed out, and the blood overflowing from his mouth and nose blocked his breathing, but his damaged lungs could not collect air. Only the natural reaction of the respiratory muscles caused pink foam to continuously emerge from the wounds in the chest. Excessive blood loss caused
He was vaguely conscious. Black Bolt, Black Bolt, just felt that his past memories were covered with a lingering fog. He realized that his brain was unable to think, but then he forgot even this fact.
, the coldness of death has climbed up his eyelids, kissing his pupils, leaving crazy flashes of pink blue and pink under his eyes.
Something spoke to him.
It was a warm voice, very much like the voice of his mother, Queen Linda. Blackcard Burt was unable to respond at all. He did not realize that the voice was speaking to him, but his subconscious just thought that the voice was very...
Familiar. His thoughts moved towards that voice without any resistance, and he felt comfortable.
"Death comes to me."
"Death is just a cycle." The voice said, "Everything will eventually return to heat death."
"No!"
Maximus dragged his silver sword and stumbled on the dirty lower deck.
The upper deck and production deck have accumulated domestic garbage, industrial waste and other filth here for thousands of years. It is close to the Star Castle engine, and the engine cooling channel that is still running today provides shelter from the cold of the dark side of the moon, but the fermentation of sludge
The smell makes the air here sickening.
But he didn't have time to care about this.
Even though there was no light around him, his eyes that had mutated due to the etheric energy could still clearly see the herpes-like runes that kept popping up on his skin. The profound runes were like scars left on his skin and muscles, and he was
The crushed skin, muscles and bones were stitched together bit by bit.
On his back that he couldn't see, the runes originally drawn with blood were burning at the moment. Every symbol that slowly appeared made him feel real pain, but he was unable to resist at all, as if someone was burning some kind of fiery symbol.
Huge, chaotic, and crazy things were firmly bound in his soul. He could almost smell the burnt smell emanating from his brain—he could taste the ionized taste of etheric energy in the air with his tongue.
The brain can read forbidden knowledge, which is the spells and secrets that countless spellcasters in the universe dream of, and is the secret that reveals the truth of another world.
Hot, huge, chaotic, and crazy things kept squeezing his soul.
This knowledge was replaced by pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, as if someone was pulling hard on every nerve in him and tearing at his consciousness. Maximus's soul was unable to resist that powerful thing, some kind of consciousness, some kind of thinking.
pattern, some kind of power seeped into his soul, gradually controlling his muscle electrical signals and neurochemical transmitters. An iron chain composed of runes appeared out of thin air, tightly binding his neck, as if it wanted to strangle him to death, to the extreme
The palms twisted and convulsed in pain tightly grasped the silver giant sword, and the black flames jumped up along the skin, and finally swallowed him whole.
Maximus collapsed in pain in the mud.
The black flames caused the surrounding sludge to gradually boil and bubble. The scavenging insects and fungi that came from alien planets and had thrived on the bottom of Attilan Star Castle for thousands of years died in such high temperatures. The pipe system and deck coverings that had continued to operate for thousands of years were
The high temperature melting that does not belong to the material universe. In the blink of an eye, this naturally formed ecological circle became a restricted area for life. His skull began to elongate unnaturally, two curved horns pierced the skin and grew out, and the bone spurs on his spine gradually
The blood flowing under the raised and damaged skin was greedily sucked, and then the surrounding temperature began to drop unnaturally. The boiling sludge condensed into frozen soil in an instant, and a strange figure that was far taller and stronger than before emerged from the ice shell.
stood up.
After losing their leader, the Attilan alien race called the Rebirth Sect did not fall into chaos.
The structure of this organization has been running smoothly for thousands of years before the arrival of Maximus. Although it is just a branch of the sect that was suppressed and strangled within the Kree Empire, the Attilan alien race that inherited the culture of the Kree Empire still retains its
A relatively complete organizational structure, and those etheric creatures who walked out of the portal did not care about the so-called sect organization. They came to the material universe only to satisfy their most primitive desires, and the Rebirth Sect only used these so-called "angels"
To achieve the goal, the disappearance of Maximus did not have much impact. Under the leadership of the priestess, many core believers, including priests, walked down the ancient star fort stairs.
They don't care what the bewitched low-level mutants and "angels" can do, that was just one of the goals of the sect. Now the goal of the Rebirth Sect is only to explore the truth - each organization has many different ideas, even if
The same goes for the Rebirth Sect - the former Rebirth Sect aimed at summoning angels and creating a kingdom of God on earth, but the faction that advocates going deep into the ether to explore the truth and abandon the suffering of this world gradually gained the upper hand when it spread among the low-level mutants. Priestess Feili
You are the leader of this faction that dominates the sect. It can even be said that she is a genetic engineering product born for this goal. Because of this, her bloodline can maintain specific mutations in the polluted bottom deck, and the ether energy is close to
And genes gradually accumulate until a priest appears who can communicate with the ethereal plane.
"We are about to step onto the road to ascension." Priestess Fielle announced loudly, "We are about to step into the Kingdom of God!"