Helheim, the underworld among the nine kingdoms, has been very silent for thousands of years. It is not completely dark here. A moon hidden in the clouds appears and disappears. When it shines on the desolate land, it looks even more deserted.
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The male figure wearing a jacket and a mask stepped out of the portal, and instantly, he smelled the rich power of death in the air around him that he had always dreamed of.
The glowing red eyes, long pointed ears, and the mouth that was constantly drooling but still maintained an evil smile showed that he had long been transformed into a crazy monster. He laughed twice and looked at the other person on his shoulder.
A furry little friend.
"Rocket...Rocket! Soon, we will be able to grant the greatest immortality to the superheroes in this world! The problems about you that that idiot Iron Man can't solve will definitely be solved!"
The Rocket Raccoon standing on his shoulder could hardly be seen to be a raccoon anymore. The mechanical structure of half of his body was exposed, and it was full of mottled rust and unwiped blood. His head tilted to one side weakly, and he used
Some crude wires were fixed to the other shoulder.
But Star-Lord touched his friend's head without realizing it, and a more evil smile appeared in his eyes: "I know that the experiments we conducted to transform you brought you a lot of pain.
But it doesn't matter, Rocket, soon we will be able to share that great knowledge together, that day - it's almost here!"
The hair around Rocket Raccoon's right eye has completely fallen off, leaving only the metal structure of the eye socket surrounding the faintly glowing eyeball. The light on the eyeball flickered, but he said nothing.
After falling into the hands of this group of monsters that were attacked by madness, he became their experimental subject to study the weaknesses of mechanical life.
At first, these monsters wanted to infect the robots with madness, but later they discovered that purely logical life built from data and information could not absorb this madness, so the robots became enemies that should be destroyed.
In this universe, after 99% of intelligent life has been infected, mechanical life naturally has nowhere to escape. Rocket Raccoon is almost the last surviving mechanical body in the Cancer Universe, and the reason why he has tried his best to survive until today is naturally because of
There is still a spark of hope in my heart.
Star-Lord, who was grinning and showing his fangs, put the incapacitated Rocket Raccoon on his back. He looked around and seemed to be very satisfied with this desolate land.
The temperatureless wind blew over the surface, and the withered roots of plants bent down. The surface of the dry and loose soil moved, and gravel and gravel rolled down the slope.
With a "swish" sound, only the skeletal palms broke out of the earth, followed closely by the equally pale and terrifying elbows and shoulder blades. When the mud-covered skull broke out of the earth, the fire of the soul burned blazingly in the eye sockets.
"What the hell is that?!"
Star-Lord stared intently at the skeleton warrior crawling out from under the earth. He clenched the pistol in his hand, raised the gun to aim, and pulled the trigger. A series of attack movements were extremely smooth, and the skeleton fell to the ground.
Star-Lord showed a disdainful smile and looked at the increasingly larger portal and the countless superheroes flying out of the portal. He shook his pistol and said, "This is what mortals can do!"
"Click, click, click."
More and more strange noises came from under the ground. Star-Lord turned around and found more and more pale bone palms breaking out of the ground six feet below.
He squeezed the pistol in his hand tightly and kept turning around in vain to raise the gun and shoot, but the shattered bones would be restored within a second.
With a "clang" sound, a shield was thrown high and then dropped. The skeleton that had just climbed out was stronger than the other skeletons. He picked up the shield and let out a silent roar, followed closely by the swordsman holding a big sword.
Skeletons, mage skeletons in broken robes, groups of bloodthirsty hounds, huge shadow bone wolves...
Finally, accompanied by the storm in the distance, an extremely huge bone dragon rose into the sky, and its blazing shadow breath burned away the remaining plant remains.
When the monster superheroes who came out of the portal came here, they saw the figure standing on the head of the bone dragon for the first time - after thousands of years, the legendary eldest princess of Asgard finally put on her silver armor again.
, the long sword in his hand once slashed across the universe, but now he is thirsty for blood again.
The blade was unsheathed, the horn sounded, and as the endless army of undead advanced, the friction between joints and bones was ethereal and weird. The slow and shaky pace unique to undead creatures was like a strange sacrifice.
dance.
"Destroy them!" A scream came from the superhero team, and Star-Lord recognized that it might be Natasha's voice, but it was particularly sharp at this time, which only made Star-Lord feel a little harsh.
Rocket Raccoon, who was carried on his back, knew that after being infected by madness, these monsters were already violent enough.
But the situation at this time was unusual. They were supposed to rush to the promised land of their dreams, and in order to satisfy their long-simmered bloodlust, they slaughtered all the living creatures in front of them——
But there are no living things here.
The superheroes collided with the undead army. When gray and red met, like a wave hitting a rock wall, a thin line clearly divided the battlefield, but there was no traditional army assault meat grinder.
General momentum.
The undead that fill the mountains and plains have no blood or flesh. They will be scattered when attacked by force, and then they will be restored and turned into ashes when attacked by energy.
There is no warmth of the hot blood spilling on the face when the opponent's chest is torn open, there is no joy in hearing the screams when the opponent's limbs are torn off, the bones are too fragile, and even the blow feedback is not that strong.
Fighting is like chopping melons and vegetables, but it seems to have no end, just like repetitive work day after day, which does not encourage madness, only endless boredom.
The broken Rocket Raccoon, unable to move or speak, could only be carried on Star-Lord's back, watching as he used his pistol to shoot at skeletons one after another in vain.
The explosion of the energy bullet had just shattered a swordsman skeleton. In a flash of green light, the opponent recovered, and another skeleton on horseback rushed out from the side, almost piercing Star-Lord with his spear.
"Pfft", the recovered sword skeleton cut off Star-Lord's entire arm with a backhand sword. Star-Lord let out a scream, covered the wound on his arm and stepped back. The Rocket Raccoon on his back could only think in his heart.
He sighed silently, these monsters just wouldn't die, not that they wouldn't feel pain.
Star-Lord is not a hero who is very good at close combat. Even if he is good at this, the big man holding the shield is too close. Rocket Raccoon watched helplessly as the sharp edge of the shield followed Star-Lord's jawline and reached him.
Above the other ear, half of Star-Lord's head was cut off.
Brains were splashed and blood was everywhere. The few temperature sensors left on Rocket Raccoon told him that a piece of Star-Lord's brain should have been splashed on his back.
The man wearing the jacket lay on his back on the ground, being trampled under the feet of countless skeletons. After he was resurrected, he still stood there facing endless close attacks, unable to escape.
Good job, Rocket Raccoon thought, this universe is really lucky. The portal happens to open in the underworld. I have to say that the endless army of undead is indeed a good way to deal with the undead superhero monsters. The only way is immortality.
Only then can one fight against death.
Although we don’t know how long the resurrection energy can last, before the energy is exhausted, these skeletons are much easier to use 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 to
Endless, no one knows how many people are buried in this barren land.
Secondly, superheroes rarely cooperate, and even if they do, it is mostly between a small team of several people. However, this group of skeletons cooperates completely with the specifications of a group army, and there is an extremely smart person behind them.
commander of large-scale operations.
Odin used the blood of countless races in the universe to raise a top interstellar army combat leader. Just as Asgard is good at knife fighting and blitzkrieg, Hela is good at defense tactics.
Anyone who knows a little bit about military affairs should understand that on a frontal battlefield in a large-scale battle, what matters most is the speed of troop mobilization.
The superheroes who rushed out of the portal in a chaotic manner didn't even have a decent team leader. Not only were these skeletons a hundred times larger than their enemies, they were also well-trained, and their reaction speed was reduced to the minimum.
On the frontal battlefield of a large-scale battle, it only depends on who has the longest health bar. The special forces with powerful attacks are just small pieces that are ruthlessly crushed by the meat grinder. It doesn't take long for the superheroes' front line to be destroyed.
Everything was in disarray, everyone was fighting independently, and was submerged in the sea of people and tactics.
As the front was constantly being adjusted, intelligence was transmitted back to the command center, and troops targeted at the weaknesses of the monster superheroes were mobilized.
Iron Man has artillery bombardment, Skeleton Mage has a defensive shield, which allows ordinary skeleton warriors to approach, Captain America can throw a shield, and the Skeleton Horse charges directly to knock him down and stomp him to the ground. Just as he comes along, there is another team of cavalry.
Rushing over, Spider-Man is extremely powerful, but the Skeleton Bird has wings on its back. It can directly grab his shoulders, fly high into the sky and then throw him down.
As for Natasha, Hawkeye and other trained ordinary people, they only need a small combat team composed of skeletons to kill them continuously.
Hela stood on top of the skeleton dragon, quietly watching the changes in the field, and at the same time constantly mobilizing the troops through the power of the Lord of the Undead. It could be seen from her facial expressions and slightly raised corners of her mouth that she enjoyed it very much.
All this, for a war madman, there is nothing better than an endless war.
But judging from the frequency with which Hela mobilizes troops, she doesn't feel any pressure. In fact, mobilizing the undead army is much easier than commanding Asgard to fight. A skeleton will not rush in with an ax just because he was drunk the day before.
into the enemy's large army.
After receiving the formal title of prince and having a priesthood, Hela became more and more comfortable in controlling the power of the undead. The war and destruction that Hela had longed for for so many years was not this kind of one-sided crushing.
So, the black-haired princess flicked her sword and sent a message to the base hidden behind the clouds.
"Expand the portal and continue to increase the amount!"