Heim's underworld, a gathering place for the undead.

Tony, Eric, and Thor are surrounded by thousands of undead, and the endless ocean stretches as far as the eye can see. They surrounded them without saying a word, but without saying a word, it was as if they had treated three living people as pure food.

It's a pity that none of the three of them can swallow their rations so easily. Iron Man's repulsion cannon and a variety of missiles are in full swing; Surrounded by green and purple light, Eric turned into an afterimage and rushed left and right through the crowd; Thor summoned lightning bolts and attached them to the hammer, as if he had squeezed the thunder itself in his hand and swept away thousands of armies.

These three people were extremely brave, and the souls that surged up like a tide were scattered one by one by the fierce attack before they even had a chance to touch them.

Thor shouted, and the incomparable thunder and lightning tore through the dark sky and fell, and the blue electricity shone across the land for miles. The green light on Eric's body also soared, and it exploded in a hemispherical shape with its ultimate power, mixing with the pale blue thunder, and instantly tore the body of the revenant soul in a circle of circles around it into powder. Iron Man released red lasers from both wrists, and swirled 360 degrees in place, and the red lasers instantly cut off all the souls in a circle around him!

The three of them erupted in one round, and countless souls shattered, but it had no effect. In just a moment, those shattered souls were regrouped, restored to their original state, and continued to surround them.

After all, this is the underworld, and the inhabitants here are all dead people, no matter how strong you are, how can you kill people who are already dead?

At this moment, the rich black qi condensed directly above everyone into a pitch-black entity, which was the real breath of death visible to the naked eye. The black dead qi condensed into a pitch-black cloak and battle armor, and a stunning woman with a graceful figure and a pale face appeared in the air like a powerful king, sweeping the audience with a cold and knife-like gaze.

In an instant, all the undead stopped their movements and looked up at the figure in the air in unison, as if the devout believers were on a pilgrimage.

"Stand down!"

The woman screamed, and her crisp voice was like flowing water. When the souls of the underworld heard this, they immediately turned around obediently and disappeared into the thick black fog like a low tide. They came silently, and they didn't leave without a sound, and in just a few seconds, the tens of thousands of dead souls could not be traced.

The woman landed lightly, her eyes sweeping over Eric and Tony, and then straight on Thor.

"What is the wind that blows the great Son of Asgard?"

"Hela." Thor stared at Hela, the goddess of death and ruler of the underworld, and said, "We need to know something. ”

On the outskirts of Seaside City, at the home of Hand's family.

Surrounded by several zombies in the middle, Batman calmly swept through them all, his brain racing.

Without any life, these people were undoubtedly dead a long time ago, but they were made to move their bodies by some unknown method, like puppets. Maybe it's some kind of black magic, maybe it's something else.

But there is no doubt that they are dead, which means that it doesn't matter how many hands they have.

Thinking of this, the three darts that Batman had already held in his hand came out of his hand and threw them at the young man zombie on his left with a sound of breaking the air, and at the same time, he also flipped over the table and flew to catch up.

This is also his usual move - attracting attention with darts, and at the same time he pounces with extremely fast skills, and the effect has been good. It's a pity that what is standing in front of him this time is just a puppet of the walking dead, and he doesn't even have his own thoughts, let alone be distracted by a few darts. I saw three darts "sneering" into his head, but he himself ignored it, and reached out to grab Batman in front of him.

Seeing this, Batman pressed his palm on the table, changed direction halfway, and swept towards the young man on his right hand with one leg. But that guy was not weak at all, he raised his arm to block Batman's powerful legs, and his body didn't even shake, and then he stretched out his claws to grab his ankles.

Batman jumped up, somersaulting from the table behind several people, and slammed the old man's zombie neck from behind. He slammed his elbow, and hundreds of pounds of force suddenly acted on the old man's dry neck, but it was also like a stone sinking into the sea.

You know, normally 11 pounds of force can break a person's throat, and Batman has used ten times this force, but the old man did not move, but instead elbowed Batman in the abdomen, causing him to fly upside down, knocking the table over and hitting the wall behind him.

His body ached excruciously, as if all his internal organs and every bone were sore to the extreme, but he still couldn't breathe. The old lady who came out first had already strode on the kitchen knife at this time, aiming it at Batman's head and raising it high, the blade chilling under the reflection of the light. Batman hurriedly rolled over again, his sharp knife slicing through the wall with a howling wind.

Although the old lady was thin, her speed in her hands was not slow at all. As soon as the knife missed, she immediately pulled out the kitchen knife, slashed through a top-down arc of light, and chased after Batman. And Batman, at this time, has also pinched the batdar in his hand, and stepped on it against the suffocating knife wind, and the batman in his hand drew a pitch-black trajectory to meet it.

With a snort, half of the old lady's arm and the kitchen knife in her hand flashed out of the air, and the arm was suddenly cut off by Batman. The kitchen knife "clicked" into the wall, and the handle of the knife was along with the half of the old lady's arm.

But she didn't feel it at all when she broke her arm, and when the broken arm was still spinning in the air, the old lady had already flown up her right leg and kicked heavily into Batman's chest and abdomen. There was no way to dodge such an abrupt and unreasonable surprise attack, and Batman opened his mouth to squirt blood and fell heavily on the floor. But after he landed, he didn't get up, but rolled over and pulled open the wide black cloak to cover his whole body.

As soon as the old lady lowered her head, another batarang was inserted in her chest at some point, and the red light flickered and went out.

It was a blasting batrang.

"Boom!"

A loud roar echoed through the night, echoing through the cemetery. The powerful shockwave shattered all the glass on the first floor of the house, nearly tearing off the roof, and flames erupted through the window. The door was violently pushed open by the fiery waves, and a burning chair flew out of the door, tumbling and falling into the rain, and then extinguished in a downpour a moment later, emitting a trace of white gas.

The entire Hand House was turned into a sea of fire.