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

Helheim, the underworld of the Nine Realms, has been very quiet for thousands of years. It is not completely dark here. A moon hidden in the clouds appears and disappears from time to time, and when it shines on the barren land, it is even more desolate.

A 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 red eyes, long pointed ears, and the mouth that kept drooling but still maintained an evil smile showed that he had long been transformed into a crazy monster. He laughed twice and looked at another furry friend on his shoulder.

"Rocket... Rocket! Soon, we will be able to grant the world's superheroes the greatest immortality! The problems about you that the idiot Iron Man can't solve will definitely be solved!"

The Rocket Raccoon standing on his shoulder was almost unrecognizable as a raccoon. The mechanical structure of half of his body was exposed, full of mottled rust and blood stains that had not been wiped clean. His head was weakly tilted to one side, fixed to the other shoulder with some rough and simple steel wires.

But Star-Lord touched his little friend's head without realizing it, and a more evil smile emerged in his eyes: "I know that the experiments we wanted to transform you have caused you a lot of pain, but it doesn't matter, Rocket, soon we will be able to share the great knowledge together, and that day - is coming soon!"

The hair around Rocket Raccoon's right eye has completely fallen off, leaving only the metal structure of the eye socket wrapped around the eyeball emitting a faint light. The light on the eyeball flickered, but he said nothing.

After falling into the hands of this group of monsters that were madly attacked, he became their experimental subject for studying the weaknesses of mechanical life.

At first, these monsters wanted to infect robots with madness, but later they found that pure logical life built by data and information could not absorb this madness, so the robots became enemies that should be eliminated.

In this universe, after 99% of intelligent life was infected, mechanical life naturally had nowhere to escape. Rocket Raccoon was almost the last surviving mechanical body in the cancer universe, and the reason why he tried his best to survive to this day was that there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Star-Lord, grinning and showing his fangs, put Rocket Raccoon, who had long lost his ability to move, on his back. He looked around and seemed very satisfied with this barren land.

The cold wind blew over the surface, the withered roots of the plants bent down, the dry and loose soil surface moved, and gravel and gravel rolled down the slope.

With a "swish", only the white bone palm broke out of the ground, followed by the equally pale and terrifying elbow and shoulder blade. When the skull covered with mud broke out of the ground, the fire of the soul burned in the eye sockets.

"What the hell is that?!"

Star-Lord stared at the skeleton warrior crawling out from under the ground. He clenched the pistol in his hand, aimed the gun, and pulled the trigger. The series of attack movements were extremely smooth, and the skeleton fell to the ground.

Star-Lord showed a disdainful smile, looking at the increasingly large portal and the countless superheroes flying out of the portal. He shook the pistol and said, "This is all a mortal can do!"

"Ka, Ka, Ka."

More and more strange noises came from under the ground. Star-Lord looked back and found that more and more pale bone palms broke out of the ground six feet below.

He clenched the pistol in his hand, turned around and fired in vain, but the broken skeleton would recover in a second.

With a clang, a shield was thrown up high and then fell down. The skeleton that just crawled out was stronger than the other skeletons. He picked up the shield and roared silently, followed by the swordsman skeleton holding a big sword, the wizard skeleton wearing a tattered robe, groups of bloodthirsty hounds, and huge shadow bone wolves...

Finally, accompanied by a storm in the distance, an extremely huge bone dragon soared into the sky, and its blazing shadow breath burned the remaining plant debris.

The first thing the monster superheroes who came out of the portal saw when they arrived here was the figure standing on the top of the bone dragon - after a thousand years, the legendary princess of Asgard finally put on her silver armor again. The long sword in her hand had slashed the universe, and now it was thirsty for blood again.

The sword was unsheathed, the horn sounded, and the endless army of undead moved forward. The friction between joints and bones was ethereal and weird. The slow and shaking steps unique to the undead creatures seemed to be dancing a weird sacrificial dance.

"Destroy them!" A scream came from the team of superheroes. Star-Lord recognized that it might be Natasha's voice, but it was particularly sharp at this time, which 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 should have rushed to the promised land of their dreams, and in order to satisfy their long-accumulated bloodthirsty desire, they would have killed all the living things in front of them -

But there were no living things here.

The superheroes collided with the army of the dead. When the gray and red met, it was like a wave hitting a rock wall. A thin line clearly divided the battlefield, but it did not have the momentum of a traditional army charging a meat grinder.

The dead all over the mountains had no blood or flesh. They would be scattered by force attacks, and then they would be restored and turned into ashes by energy attacks.

There was 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 were too fragile, and even the feedback from the blows was not that strong.

The battle was like chopping melons and vegetables, but it seemed that there was no end, just like repetitive labor day after day, without promoting madness, only endless boredom.

The broken Rocket Raccoon, who could not move or speak, could only be carried on the back of Star-Lord, watching him shoot at one skeleton after another in vain with his pistol.

The explosion of the energy bullet just shattered a swordsman skeleton. With a flash of green light, 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 recovered longsword skeleton chopped off Star-Lord's entire arm with a backhand sword. 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 guy 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.

Brain matter 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 was lying on his back on the ground, being stepped on by countless skeletons. When he was resurrected, he still stood there facing endless close-range attacks and could not escape.

Good job, Rocket Raccoon thought, this universe is really lucky, the portal happened to be opened 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, they only need a small combat team composed of skeletons 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 the 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 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 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, keep increasing the stakes!"