The dim underground space was in chaos, and the werewolf array, who were not afraid of death, were besieging the invaders, but in the blink of an eye, they found themselves completely reduced to ants, and in the fight between the two intruders, they were killed in a team, and after only ten seconds, the sixteen-foot-high and twenty-eight-foot-wide subway tracks were filled with purple flesh and blood, which could almost make people step through it. ∮∮，

And at this time, the fiercest battle had just begun, with a series of rapid sonic booms, Eric and Zod staggered, the former had not yet landed, a cylinder about ten feet in diameter and weighing several tons floated under the magnetic force, piercing the billowing dust like an arrow shot by a strong bow and crossbow, rushing forward with a short scream, the werewolf formation in front of him could not avoid it, and cut through it on the spot, drawing a shocking red blood line in the crowd, but this behemoth had just approached the target, was hit by Zod's punch, and suddenly there was a violent sound in the air, as if hundreds of cannons were bombarded at the same time, and by this huge blow, the hard concrete column immediately collapsed, and the steel bars inside were twisted like noodles, and countless sharp cement fragments poured and sputtered in all directions, hitting the walls and ceilings like meteorites falling from the sky.

In this piece of flying sand and rocks, Zod launched a counterattack, he stomped on the ground, the flat platform under his feet turned into a raging sea, the floor was torn apart, the masonry rolled outward in a circle with invisible waves of air, and with this overwhelming momentum, he jumped up, cut through the void and rushed in front of his opponent.

"Boom!" A violent tremor erupted in the dreary tunnel, followed by a series of strong thunders, and in this shock, countless werewolves covered their ears and knelt down in pain, blood flowed from their eyes and noses, and even the most fanatical werewolves knew that the tide was over. The numbers didn't help them in any way, and even the closer they stood together, the easier it was for the two gods to reap their lives.

With this realization, the original high fighting spirit suddenly disappeared, and turned into boundless fear, no one issued an order, and these furry and ferocious creatures suddenly drooped their ears under the instinctive drive, turned around and fled without looking back, the speed and transformation were as fast as the collapse of a snow-capped mountain.

But now no one is going to waste their attention on them, and Zod certainly doesn't care if his employer lives or dies. Eric is also flawlessly distracted, this is the most powerful opponent he has ever encountered, not only is the strength above him, but also the combat experience is unexpectedly rich, although the former reincarnation has also had countless life-and-death fights, and has seen all kinds of opponents, but in front of General Zod, who was born to be the best soldier and carries the long history of Krypton's battles, any superfluous skills cannot be used, and the slightest carelessness will fall behind.

At this time, Zod's hole cards have not yet been exhausted.

At the moment when the two collided. His eyes blinked suddenly, and a blazing fire flashed from his pupils, and before Eric could get sideways, two sharp rays slammed into him like a volcanic eruption. Knock him out of the way, slamming headlong into the wall like a train derailing at full speed, and then with a loud thud, Eric sinks deep into the concrete wall.

Despite such a blow. The intense rays from outside continued, and Zod's eyes continued to look straight at each other, taking steps as he applied pressure. As we get closer, so does the damage from the devastating heat.

Before he could get closer, Eric's counterattack came, and an invisible thought stabbed straight into Zod's mind like a cold blade, although this power did not have strong light and high temperature, but it was more hidden and difficult to defend, it was like a dagger from the deepest darkness, carrying an indescribable ferocity and forcibly piercing the head of the strongest man on Krypton.

Such an attack was difficult for even the rock-determined Zod to withstand, and the intense ray immediately went out of control, and Zod raised his head to the sky and roared, and knelt down with his hands tightly pressed on his forehead.

"Good chance, let me chop this guy, fry it in oil, and give it to Her Majesty with chocolate, and maybe she'll make me hereditary knight ...... when she's happy."

Deadpool saw the flaw from a distance and happily teleported over, but Bronski couldn't stop it, so he could only watch him pounce.

"Despicable clown!" Although Zod has not fully recovered from Eric's mental shock, he has already come to his senses, and when he saw Wade jumping from mid-air, the eagle eye under his thick eyebrows immediately exploded with a fierce light.

"I was born a warrior and spent my whole life training my senses, and you think this ridiculous method can harm a truly good fighter!"

In his rage, Zod shook his head up.

"Wade!" Bronski's cry had only just been heard, and although he and Deadpool had never looked at each other well, he knew exactly how much damage a completely enraged soldier could do to his opponent.

"Huh?" Deadpool was falling, and suddenly his body froze, even if he wanted to teleport away, he couldn't do it, and after the struggling consciousness existed for a moment, his eyes lost their brightness, and his body was whipped and hit the ceiling by the fists whistling from below, but in an instant, it turned into a leather soft water bag-like appearance, all the bones of his body were shattered, and blood spurted out of the tiny pores, staining the ground red for several feet around him.

"Poof!" Bronski and Ivan watched as their teammates turned into pools of flesh, red blood splattering from above, and milky white translucent gelatin bloomed a small white flower on the wall.

Although there were already mountains of corpses and a sea of blood around them, this strong fishy aura from the bodies of their companions deeply stimulated them.

Abomination still seemed to hear Wade's rampant laughter, and those cheap sarcasm, but the laughter and sarcasm were a thing of the past, and their owners no longer existed, and they died quietly, not even with the power to backhand.

A bone stuck to it falls off, and half of the black-and-red mask cloth floats down, which is the remnants of Deadpool's mandible.

Dominated by rage, the Yellow Giant's body tensed and swelled again, and Ivan's Destroyer armor was blazing with fire, and he also endured the pain to let the frenzy of energy drawn from the void wash over his body.

But today they are destined to be reduced to supporting roles, and there is no room for supporting roles to perform on this dark stage.

A bloodstained hand stretched out from the large hole in the wall on the other side, and although it had just suffered a heavy blow, its slender five fingers were still calm and powerful, and it pressed against the rubble wall. Then the owner of the hand appeared before the multitude.

Zod ignored the angry Bronski, who were also rare warriors, but nothing to him who had absorbed the power of the stars, and turned to look behind him, where the real enemies were to be taken seriously.

By this time, Eric had already walked out of the large hole, and returned to the tunnel where he had fought with the spilled masonry and gravel.

Zod saw a pair of eyes, no longer gray-blue pupils with a faint smile, but a pair of dark and deep eyes, and when he looked at them with all his strength, he faintly saw an endless void behind these deep eyes. Like the infinite darkness beyond the galaxy, and like the most vast depth in the depths of the universe, there is some indescribable fluctuation emanating from this dark depth, which makes this general, who has experienced many dangers, feel strong heart palpitations.

The next moment, the space where the two were was quietly isolated, everything around them turned into powder, hard steel, heavy concrete wall columns and countless floating dust were instantly vaporized and reduced to the most basic particles of matter, and the two Bronski, who were approaching, were pushed upside down by the force before they could react, and two huge figures in front of and behind were tightly attached to the edge of the platform. Then there's the pool of flesh that falls from the ceiling, and Deadpool Wade, though gone, is still poisoning his teammates in another way.

"General Zod, thank you for your fist. They reminded me of my old days, and those days were unforgettable...... In return, how about I send you back to your hometown to get married? Standing in the void, Eric said slowly. The tone is flat and not at all like the usual ridicule.

"If that's the case, I'd be very grateful." Zod replied in the same tone, a hint of exhaustion finally on his face. "It's my destiny. My whole life has been dedicated to defending Krypton, and I have been born for this purpose only, to live for it, or to die for it...... Either way, I'm happy to embrace them. ”

The air flow rose without wind, and gradually rolled up a column of smoke that ran through the upper and lower levels, and all the material that came into contact with the storm turned into fly ash and melted into it, and continued to extend up and down, until it reached the most profound places.

The thunderous sound of the explosion echoed endlessly in the underground of the city of London, and the people above were also sensitive to the perception that something was wrong, as if an unusually powerful energy erupted below, as dangerous as sitting on a volcanic crater, and the shaking ground quickly expanded, affecting half of the city.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that the unexplained shaking gradually subsided, and the frightened people had time to catch their breath and sit down in the rubble to rest their sore legs and feet.

The headquarters of the coalition outpost was located in the ticket hall of the subway station where the remnants of the enemy were cleared, and it was already surrounded by elite soldiers, but the earthquake just now brought a large number of casualties, and one by one stretchers were carried out, screaming and wailing one after another. Infected by this tragic atmosphere, many people who did not need to be responsible quietly left. Originally, there were more senior officers here, but now only the front-line commanders remained, and the higher-ranking generals and high-ranking bureaucrats were all retreated to the surface.

One person who can make a decision is enough, and any more will only cause chaos - the one who leaves is safe to go, but the one who remains does not necessarily think so, he feels abandoned, discarded like a rag doll that has lost the favor of his master, in this empty and messy underground garbage heap that may emerge at any moment with ferocious werewolves.

This is a dangerous idea, especially when a general with this idea has several powerful weapons at his disposal and has full authority from his superiors.

"Are all our people out?" The coalition commander lowered his head and groped nervously on his body, and it took a long time to take out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, put it between his fingers and lit it with a lighter several times without lighting it, so he stuffed it back into its original position.

"They didn't go any further, they stopped when they got to the second floor, and now they've started to evacuate." The adjutant replied cautiously, his head also dripping with sweat.

"What about our heroes?" The commander continued to ask.

"The British captain has also withdrawn, and the magicians are with him." The adjutant replied without hesitation, in fact the people he mentioned had just passed them, but the commander had forgotten about them.

"Those Americans?" The boss's inquiry sounded like a piece of sun-dried firewood, with a faint crackling sound.

"Those who can come back have returned, and everyone else has lost contact, including the Dark Avengers." The adjutant said, his heart filled with frustration.

This is an unprecedented war, and the opponents are contagious outliers, so many and so complex, it's no wonder they are feared from the bottom of their hearts.

After all, there are very few soldiers who have experienced such intense battles in this era, and peace will not only weaken the will of the weak, but also paralyze the strong. How could humanity have imagined that they would face a life-and-death battle in their own capital?

The Commander choked on his throat a few times, pulled out a directive and looked at it again, which authorized him in writing in the form of an official document to carry out some kind of action to prevent the situation from deteriorating in the event of an emergency.

It is also the final ultimate action.

He looked up at the ceiling for a moment, and suddenly gave the order, half tentatively, half viscingly.

The commander was ready to be questioned or pleaded with, but the unexpected subordinate did not make a sound, as if he had died.

"Don't you ......" The commander turned around sharply, looked at the adjutant in shame, and then was stunned to find his men floating in the air, holding at the metal armor tied around their necks with both hands, and their feet were desperately kicking, and the thin chain was now deep in the flesh, and could no longer break free.

Not far away, the red mist flickered, and groups of people dressed in different clothes appeared in the command center, and soon the empty underground ticket hall became crowded.

If he's not mistaken, these are the "lost touches", those folk superpowers from across the Atlantic.

Under the indifferent gaze of these people, a silver-haired old man Shi Shiran walked out, and it was the leader of the Brotherhood, Magneto.

"How?" He asked his companion behind him with a smile on his face. "I've guessed that humans are unreliable, and although sometimes we need to cooperate, don't forget to be vigilant. You want to kill us together? ”

The first sentence is addressed to the companion, and the latter is to question the commander.

However, he didn't need an answer from the commander, he just mocked him in public. After a few sarcastic words, the old man lost interest when he found that the other party was stunned, and waved his hand casually, and the red shadow flickered again, sending people away from this dangerous place one after another.

"Now that I know your plans, you have a good idea to wipe us out with the werewolves, but I guess you don't know about Azazor, who is a Red Devil who only knows how to move in space. Since your conspiracy is violent. Lu, listen to me now, I'm going to change a little bit from you, blow up the stinking werewolves and the humans who didn't have time to evacuate along with this filthy city, ask your government to take responsibility for it too, and I get rid of the potential enemy, what do you think of this plan? ”

The old man spoke proudly, the commander's eyes bloodshot, but unable to move, and a chain around his neck was equally tight, and the crucifix was sinking deep into his throat.

Although the commander could not answer, someone spoke on his behalf in this empty uninhabited hall.

"It's a good idea, but the people who make the decisions are just as frivolous as ever."

A strange and familiar man's voice echoed through the hall, and then a man slowly approached through the dimly lit hallway.

Magneto narrowed his eyes, and a certain trembling sensation in his heart gradually expanded, when the man's face finally violent. Exposed to the light, a long-forgotten name was forced out of his clenched teeth again.

"Shaw!"

ps. I'm going to stay in the hospital with my dad today, so I'll update it in advance. (To be continued......) u