Chapter 1423 Return of the Old Days (Twenty-Two)

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.

The male figure wearing a jacket and a mask stepped out of the portal. In an instant, he smelled the rich power of death in the air around him.

The glowing red eyes, long pointed ears, and 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 can hardly be seen as a raccoon anymore. The mechanical structure of half of his body is exposed, full of mottled rust and unwiped blood. His head tilts to the side weakly, and he uses 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 wanted 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 is 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 on the surface, and the withered roots of the plants bent down. The surface of the dry and loose soil moved, and the gravel and gravel rolled down the slope.

With a "swish" sound, only the skeletal palms broke out of the earth, followed by the equally pale and terrifying elbows and shoulder blades. When the skull covered with soil broke out of the earth, the fire of the soul burned in the eye sockets.

"What the hell is that?!"

Star-Lord stared intently at the skeleton warrior crawling out from under the earth. He tightened his grip on 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 all a mortal can do!"

"Card, card, card."

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 tightened the pistol in his hand 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", 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 the remaining plant remains.

The first time the monster superheroes walked out of the portal saw the figure standing on top of the bone dragon - after thousands of years, the legendary eldest princess of Asgard finally put on her silver armor again. , the long sword in his hand once cut 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 heard 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-simmering 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 charge meat grinder. General momentum.

The undead that fill the mountains and plains have no blood or flesh. They will be scattered when attacked by power, and then restored and attacked by energy, they will only turn into ashes.

There is no warmth of hot blood splashing on the face when tearing open the opponent's chest, no pleasure from hearing the screams when tearing off the opponent's limbs, and the bones are too fragile, and even the feedback of the attack is not that strong.

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The battle is like cutting melons and vegetables, but it seems to have no end, just like repetitive labor day after day, without promoting madness, only endless boredom.

The broken Rocket Raccoon, who can't move or speak, can only be carried on Star-Lord's back, watching him use his pistol in vain to shoot at one skeleton after another.

The explosion of the energy bullet just shattered a swordsman skeleton, and a green light flashed, and the opponent recovered, and another skeleton on horseback rushed out from the side, and the spear almost pierced Star-Lord through.

With a "puff", the restored longsword skeleton chopped off Star-Lord's entire arm with a backhand. Star-Lord screamed and retreated repeatedly while covering the wound on his arm. Rocket Raccoon on his back could only sigh silently in his heart. These monsters just won't die, not that they won'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 with the shield is too close. Rocket Raccoon watched the sharp edge of the shield along Star-Lord's jawline to the top of his other ear, cutting off half of Star-Lord's head.

Brains splattered and blood flowed. The few remaining temperature sensors on Rocket Raccoon told him that a piece of Star-Lord's brain should have splashed on his back.

The man in the jacket lay on his back on the ground, stepped on by countless skeletons, and when he was resurrected, he still stood there facing endless close combat attacks, unable to escape at all.

Well done, thought Rocket Raccoon, this universe is really lucky, the portal just happened to be in the underworld. It must be said that the endless army of the dead is indeed a good way to deal with the undead superhero monsters. Only by being immortal can we fight against the undead.

Although it is unknown how long the energy of resurrection can last, before the energy is exhausted, these skeletons are much more useful than superheroes.

First of all, their number is hundreds of times that of the troops that arrived first. The size of the portal is limited, and it takes time to expand. Many superheroes can't fly and can only walk, so the speed of transporting troops will be limited, but the skeletons seem to be endless. No one knows how many people are buried on this barren land.

Secondly, superheroes rarely cooperate. Even if they cooperate, it is mostly cooperation between teams of a few people, but this group of skeletons is completely cooperating with the specifications of the army, and there is an extremely smart large-scale combat commander behind them.

Odin used the blood of countless races in the universe to raise a top interstellar army leader. Asgard is good at knife-edge warfare and blitzkrieg, Hela is good at defending this tactic.

Anyone who knows a little about military affairs should understand that the front battlefield of a large-scale battle is a battle of troop mobilization speed.

The superheroes who rushed out of the portal in a mess did not even have a decent captain, and this group of skeletons was not only a hundred times larger than their enemies, but also well-trained, disciplined, and their reaction speed was shortened to the shortest.

The front battlefield of a large-scale battle only depends on who has a longer blood bar. The special forces with strong attack power on the front battlefield are just small fragments that are ruthlessly crushed by the meat grinder. Before long, the front line of the superheroes was cut into pieces, and they all fought on their own and were drowned in the human wave tactics.

With the continuous deployment of the front line, intelligence was transmitted back to the command center, and the troops targeting the weaknesses of the monster superheroes were mobilized.

Iron Man has artillery bombardment, Skeleton Mage has a defensive shield, so that ordinary skeleton warriors can also approach, Captain America can throw a shield, and the skeleton horse directly charges and knocks him down and tramples him on the ground. Just as he gets up, another team of cavalry rushes over. Spider-Man is extremely powerful, but the skeleton bird has wings on its back, so it can directly grab his shoulders, fly high into the sky, and then throw him down.

As for ordinary people like Natasha and Hawkeye who have been trained, only a small combat team composed of skeletons is needed to continuously kill them.

Hela stood on the skeleton dragon, quietly watching the changes in the field, and constantly mobilized troops through the power of the Lord of the Dead. From her facial expression and the slightly raised corners of her mouth, it can be seen that she enjoys all this. For a war maniac, there is nothing better than a battle that never ends.

But judging from the frequency with which Hela mobilized troops, she did not feel any pressure. In fact, mobilizing the undead army was much easier than commanding Asgard to fight. The skeletons would not rush into the enemy's army with axes just because they were drunk the day before.

After being officially promoted to the title of prince and having a priesthood, Hela became more and more adept at controlling the power of the undead. The war and destruction that Hela had longed for for so many years were not this kind of one-sided crushing.

So, the black-haired princess flicked her sword lightly and sent a message to the base hidden behind the clouds.

"Expand the portal and keep increasing the stakes!"