Chapter 1828: The Madman's Journey (VI)

Schiller turned his head to the side with a little helplessness, and then said: "Peter Parker in this universe was infected with the zombie virus, ate his aunt and fiancée, and he was trapped in a time loop, which means that he will experience this terrible thing thousands of times."

"The Spider-Mans of the multiverse are taken care of by the central universe, so they gather the power of the totem on Nick Fury, and Nick can in turn affect all Spider-Mans."

"Nick actually manages the Time Management Bureau, and his influence also exists at the timeline level, which has created a situation that he himself did not expect. The Spider-Man in this universe may have woken up, but he just can't get out of this terrible reincarnation by himself."

Stark was stunned for a long time before digesting this information. He gradually stood up straight, no longer sticking himself to the wall like a mollusk. He looked at Schiller and said, "Do you know I will save him?"

"Of course you will."

"But I didn't bring any mechas or weapons."

"You don't need those."

Stark turned his head and sighed, lifted the hem of his suit with both hands, put his hands on his waist and "You know I can upgrade, right? It won't take me a minute to turn into the Iron Devil and get Peter out? Is this the level of your revenge?"

Schiller looked at Stark, shook his head and said, "The two universes have reached a fragile but stable symbiotic relationship. Any internal destruction or external interference has a certain probability of destroying the two universes."

"You can choose to gamble. Your series of actions of breaking through the universe's extreme wall and upgrading and then reaching back to get people will not cause an overreaction in the universe. The barrier, which is more sensitive and fragile due to the symbiotic relationship, will give you enough patience."

Schiller walked in front of Stark, very close to him, and then tilted his head and said, "Or in fact, they are even less patient than you. Even a little interference from external objects, or even the observation of your cross-universe communication equipment, will break the balance between them, thus destroying everything in this universe."

"Bang!"

Stark hit Schiller in the face with a left hook, then grabbed his collar and threw him on the laboratory table next to him. Schiller's head hit the edge of the laboratory table and blood gushed out immediately.

Seeing Schiller's face covered in blood, Stark seemed to have a sudden stress reaction. He took a deep breath and rushed towards Schiller. Schiller propped up his upper body with his elbows, wiped the blood on his face with his fingers, and looked at the panicked Stark and said, "Will you explain the wound to your good doctor in person when he floats up?"

"I... I didn't think..."

In just a blink of an eye, Stark felt that he was lifted up directly, an arm tightly strangled his neck and dragged him back until he came to the side of the laboratory table.

"Bang!"

Stark's head was smashed directly on the laboratory table. He felt that his nose bridge was broken instantly, and then there was another bang! The second, bang! The third...

When Schiller let go, Stark slid directly to the ground and lay on the ground weakly, with flashing spots in front of his eyes.

Schiller came over, pinched Stark's neck, and lifted him up again. This time Stark really felt the threat of death.

"I'm really not suitable for 'manipulation'. Please, Master Stark, I haven't eaten for a long time."

Stark struggled with all his strength and finally broke free from Schiller's hand when his elbow poked Schiller's neck.

He leaned forward and staggered forward, but was choked by his own blood when he ran to the corner, holding the laboratory table and retching hard.

The shadow behind him was approaching him. Stark had never seen Schiller so oppressive, as if he would really kill him...wouldn't he?

No, it was a hungry beast. When they were hungry, their most brutal primitive instinct would drive them to devour anyone. Find a way, find a way quickly!

Stark ran towards the cabinet on the side of the laboratory table with all his strength, then staggered and hit the corner of the cabinet with his shoulder, causing the cabinet to lose its center of gravity, and then pulled forward with his hands, shrinking his body and rushing forward.

The tall iron cabinet fell directly, and what Stark didn't expect was that Schiller didn't even try to dodge.

Seeing Schiller being hit head-on, Stark began to tremble like crazy. He rushed over and lifted the cabinet desperately, and a hand like a devil grabbed his wrist tightly.

Stark withdrew his hand in horror, and blood flowed out from under the cabinet. He had to start lifting the cabinet in a panic. Fortunately, the cabinet was empty. Although it looked big, it was not heavy. Stark squeezed out a low roar from his throat, exerted force with both hands, and turned the cabinet to the other side.

Schiller lay on the ground, with blood all over the back of his head. At the moment when Stark hesitated, Schiller slowly propped up his body with his hands.

The moment the two looked at each other, Stark turned and ran.

He ran like crazy, because he saw the most primitive and irresistible desire of human beings in Schiller's eyes - appetite.

In a panic, Stark had no time to recall what the structure of Stark Tower was. He rushed out of the door in a panic, hesitated for a moment, and then came back to close the door, locking the safety lock with trembling hands.

The next second, he heard a violent banging sound that was not made by a human. Stark slipped and fell to the ground while running. Adrenaline made him forget the pain, got up as fast as possible, and rushed into another room.

There was a figure standing in the room.

Stark's alarm bells rang instantly. He did not lie. When he fell, he saw the scene of the zombie siege, but he watched the extremely inflexible zombies portrayed in TV shows and games jump directly onto the balcony without even a three-meter run-up.

At this moment, he finally remembered that the safety and security regulations of Stark's laboratory required that once a disaster broke out, scientific researchers must be evacuated first, and security personnel needed to come to the laboratory to destroy the data.

But it was useless to remember this, because the zombie standing in front of him was more than two meters tall. Without looking at his face, he knew that it must be the most elite security personnel.

Stark didn't know how the zombies found humans, but he was sure that the big man in front of him had already found him.

Stark was 185cm tall without his battle suit, but the muscle mass of the two men was completely different, and it could even be said that they were two orders of magnitude apart. Even if Stark knew how to fight, he couldn't beat him, let alone he didn't. Fortunately, he was clear-headed and turned around and ran.

Just after taking two steps, Schiller, whose face was covered in blood, stood at the door and stared at Stark like a devil.

Stark swallowed his saliva.

The next second, he was hit by a chair and flew out, and a painful groan came out of his mouth. Just as he struggled to get up, the zombie who wanted to bite off his head entered Schiller's field of vision at the door.

In the dark laboratory, Stark couldn't see Schiller's movements at all, and could only see a black shadow directly knocking away the strong zombie security guard.

After the zombie security guard was knocked to the ground unexpectedly, the figure lifted one of his legs and threw it towards the sharpest corner of the laboratory table.

With a "click", the lumbar vertebrae were crushed, and with a "bang", the internal organs ruptured. Then Stark watched Schiller pressing on the big guy and twisting his head off.

But the zombie's body did not stop moving and was still struggling. After Schiller found out, he threw the head aside, inserted his fingers into the zombie's back, cut open the skin, tore the muscles, and dug out the spine section by section.

Vertebrates cannot lose their spines, otherwise all the bones cannot be connected and function. Stark can feel that the big zombie is still alive, but because the most critical part of the body structure is destroyed, it can't move at all.

And then-

The good news is that the zombie didn't bite Schiller, and the bad news is that Schiller bit the zombie.

Schiller took a bite of the red tenderloin meat left by digging out the spine before, and then vomited it out in an instant.

Stark was completely shocked and even lost all the strength to escape.

Schiller stood up staggeringly.

Stark was about to cry. He felt very wronged. You still hold a grudge for me trying to cure you? ! Does that method seem even a little bit excessive now? !

Schiller took a deep breath and watched him walk over. Stark struggled to retreat to the corner. When Schiller reached out to him, Stark had a brief breathing pause.

Schiller took away the chair that hit Stark and looked at him in the dark and said, "Saving Spider-Man is a long-term goal. You must first find a way to save me."

Stark opened his mouth and was about to say something, but Schiller said, "... It's also saving yourself and storing food."

Stark swallowed again.

"You said you were hungry. Are you gluttony among the seven deadly sins? Uh, don't get me wrong. After all, pride and greed are too easy to associate with this."

"I guess so." Schiller replied coldly.

Stark endured the pain and got up from the ground. He looked at the messy zombie bodies, then looked at Schiller, and asked cautiously: "What do you eat?... Well, I shouldn't ask too much, but forgive me for being frank. I'm afraid that even if you can accept human flesh, there may not be many clean people left in this world."

"Zombie meat can't be eaten." Schiller looked at the zombie bodies on the ground with some regret and said: "Their brains are secreting a special substance that makes their muscles and internal organs smelly and bitter. This may be to prevent them from cannibalism."

"But I'm afraid there is nothing here..."

"It didn't exist before." Schiller turned his head to look at the window, and then said: "The garbage has been thrown out."

Stark was a little confused, but Schiller stared straight at the window. Stark didn't know what he was looking at, so he followed his gaze.

He saw the feet of a hanged man.

"Ah!!!!!!!" Stark screamed.

"Don't scream." Schiller said impatiently: "Find a way to catch him, let me take a bite to see if I can eat it."

"...Ah?!"

Stark's brain was stunned by the sudden changes.

First, he saw a ghost, then Schiller also saw a ghost, and finally, Schiller asked him to catch the ghost because he wanted to eat him.

Stark's genius brain played an excellent role at this time, and he immediately began to recite the ghost-related information he had studied before.

"The essence of ghosts is radio waves. Because of their different properties, they provide different energies, so they are also affected by other energies. High-voltage power grids and magic cages can catch them."

Seeing Schiller looking at him with burning eyes and full of expectations, as if he was looking at a peerless chef, Stark gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, saying:

"I know where the power supply interface of Stark Tower is, follow me!"

"Thank you, reserve food."

A little polite but not much