Helheim, the underworld of the Nine Kingdoms, has been silent for 10,000 years, it is not completely dark, and a moon hidden in the clouds appears and disappears, and when it shines on the barren land, it looks even more deserted.

A male figure in a jacket and a mask stepped out of the portal, and in an instant, he smelled the coveted power of death in the air around him.

His red-glowing eyes, long, pointy ears, and mouth that kept salivating, but still smiling, signaled that he had been transformed into a crazy monster, and he chuckled twice and looked at the other furry friend on his shoulder.

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

The Rocket Raccoon standing on his shoulder was barely recognizable as a raccoon, half of his body was mechanically exposed, mottled with rust and unwiped blood, and his head was tilted limply to one side, fastened to the other shoulder with some rough and rudimentary wire.

But Star-Lord unconsciously touched his little friend's head, and an even more evil smile appeared in his eyes: "I know that those experiments we want to transform you have caused you a lot of pain, but it doesn't matter, Rocket, soon we will be able to share that great knowledge together, and that day will be almost here!" ”

The hair around the right eye of the Rocket Raccoon had completely fallen off, leaving only the metal structure of the eye socket wrapped around the faintly glowing eyeball, and the light on the eyeball flickered for a moment, but he didn't say anything.

After falling into the hands of this group of monsters that have been infested by madness, he became an experiment in their research on the weakness of mechanical life.

At first, these monsters wanted to infect the robots, but then they found that the purely logical beings built by data and information could not absorb the madness, and the robots became enemies to be destroyed.

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

The grinning Star-Lord placed the long-incapacitated Rocket Raccoon on his back, and he looked around, as if very satisfied with the barren land.

The temperatureless wind blows the surface, the withered rhizomes of plants bend down, the surface of the dry and loose soil moves, and gravel and gravel roll down the slope.

With a "bang", only the white bone palm broke through the ground, followed by the equally pale and terrifying elbow and shoulder blade, and when the skull stained with dirt broke through the ground, the soul fire burned in the eye socket.

"What the hell is that?!"

Star-Lord stared at the skeletal warrior crawling out from beneath the ground, he clenched the pistol in his hand, raised his gun to aim, pulled the trigger, and the series of attacks were extremely fluid, and the skeleton frame fell to the ground in response.

Star-Lord smiled disdainfully, looking at the larger portals and the countless superheroes flying out of them, he flicked his pistol and said, "That's all mortals can do!" ”

"Click, click, click."

More and more strange noises came from beneath the ground, and Star-Lord looked back to find more and more pale bone palms breaking through the ground six feet below.

He clenched the pistol in his hand, and kept turning in place to shoot in vain, but the broken skeleton would not take a second to recover.

With a "dang long", a shield was thrown up and down in the air, and the skeleton that had just crawled out was stronger than the others, and he picked it up and let out a silent roar, followed by a swordsman skeleton with a great sword, a mage skeleton in a tattered robe, a horde of bloodthirsty hounds, and a huge shadow bone wolf......

Finally, accompanied by a distant storm, an incomparably large bone dragon soared into the air, and its roaring shadow breath burned the remaining plant remains.

The first thing the monster superheroes who walked out of the portal saw was the figure standing on top of the bone dragon's head - after a thousand years, the legendary eldest princess of Asgard finally put on her silver armor again, and the long sword in her hand had slashed the universe, and now she was thirsty for blood again.

As the blade unsheathed, the horn sounded, and the endless army of the undead marched forward, the sound of joints and bones grinding against each other was ethereal and eerie, and the slow and shaky steps unique to the undead creatures were like dancing a strange sacrificial dance.

"Destroy them!" A scream came from the superhero ranks, and Star-Lord could hear that it might be Natasha's voice, but it was extremely sharp at this time, which only made Star-Lord feel a little harsh.

The Rocket Raccoon, who was carried on his back, knew that the monsters were grumpy enough after being infected by madness.

But the situation at this time is unusual, they should have rushed to the promised land of their dreams, and in order to satisfy their long-stored bloodthirsty desires, they went on a killing spree against all the living creatures in front of them—

But there is no living creature here.

The superheroes collided with the army of the undead, gray and red collided like a wave crashing into a rock wall, a thin line clearly dividing the battlefield, but it did not have the momentum of a traditional army charging meat grinder.

The undead scattered all over the mountains have no blood or flesh, and will be scattered when attacked by power, and then restored by energy attacks, and will only be reduced to ashes.

There is no warmth of the hot blood spilled on the face when the other party's chest is torn, there is no pleasure welling up from the bottom of the heart when the other party's limbs are torn off, the bones that are too fragile, and even the blow feedback is not so strong.

Fighting is like chopping melons and vegetables, but it seems that there is no end, like repetitive labor day after day, which does not contribute to madness, only endless boredom.

The broken Rocket Raccoon, unable to move or speak, could only be carried on Star-Lord's back, watching him shoot one skeleton after another with his pistol in vain.

The explosion of the energy bullet had just shattered a swordsman skeleton, and with a flash of green light, the opponent recovered, and another skeleton on horseback rushed out from his side, and the spear nearly pierced Star-Lord.

"Poof", the restored longsword skeleton cut off Star-Lord's entire arm with a backhand, Star-Lord let out a miserable scream, covering the wound on his arm and retreating again and again, the rocket raccoon on his back could only sigh silently in his heart, this group of monsters just won't die, it's not that it won't hurt.

Star-Lord wasn't a hero who was very good at hand-to-hand combat, and even if he did, the big man with the shield was too close, and Rocket Raccoon watched as the edge of the sharp shield went down Star-Lord's jawline to the top of his other ear, slicing off half of Star-Lord's head.

Brains splattered, blood spilled, and the few temperature sensors left on Rocket Raccoon's body told him that a piece of Star-Lord's brain had splashed on his back.

The man in the jacket lay on his back on the ground, trampled under the feet of countless skeletons, and when he came back to life, he still stood in place in the face of endless melee attacks, unable to get out of the trap at all.

Okay, Rocket Raccoon thought, this universe is really shit luck, the portal just happened to be opened in the underworld, I have to say, the endless army of the undead is indeed a good way to deal with the undead superhero monsters, only the undead, can fight the undead.

It is unknown how long the resurrection energy will last, but until the energy is depleted, these skeletons are much better than superheroes.

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

Secondly, superheroes rarely cooperate, and even if they do, most of them are only between squads of several people, but this group of skeletons is completely coordinated with the specifications of a group army, and there is an extremely clever large-scale combat commander behind them.

Odin used the blood of countless races in the universe to raise a top interstellar army leader, how good Asgard is at knife warfare and blitzkrieg, and how good at defensive tactics Hela.

Those who have a slight understanding of military affairs should understand that on the frontal battlefield of large-scale battles, what is fought is the speed of troop movement.

The superheroes who rushed out of the portal didn't even have a decent squad leader, and this group of skeletons was not only a hundred times the size of their enemies, but also well-trained, ordered, and reflexes were reduced to a minimum.

The frontal battlefield of large-scale operations only depends on whose blood bar is long, and the special forces with powerful attacks on the frontal battlefield are just small pieces that are ruthlessly broken by the meat grinder, and it didn't take long for the superheroes' front to be cut to pieces, all fighting separately, and being drowned in the crowd tactics.

As the front line continues to be dispatched, information is transmitted back to the command center, and the troops that target the weaknesses of the monster superheroes are 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, Skeleton Horse directly charged him down and stepped on the ground, just together another team of cavalry rushed over, Spider-Man is infinitely powerful, but Skeleton Bird has wings on its back, can directly grab his shoulder, fly high into the air and then throw it down.

As for trained ordinary people such as Natasha and Hawkeye, it only takes a small number of skeletons to kill them constantly.

Hela stood atop the skeletal dragon, quietly watching the changes in the field, while constantly mobilizing troops through the power of the Lord of the Dead, and it was clear from the expression on her face and the slightly raised corners of her mouth that she enjoyed it all, and for a war maniac, there was nothing better than a battle that could never be fought.

But judging by the frequency with which Hela moved her troops, she didn't feel much pressure, in fact, it was much easier to move the undead army than to command Asgard in battle, and the skeleton shelf wouldn't rush into the enemy's army with an axe just because he had drunk high the day before.

After receiving the official title of prince and having a priesthood, Hela became more and more comfortable with the power of the undead, and the war and destruction that Hela had longed for for so many years were not such 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 and keep adding weight!"

(End of chapter)