Chapter 138: R: The Great Bat Incident (Part 15)

The Morlun family, also known as the Inheritors, some people also call them "Cosmic Vampires".

To understand the background of this family, one has to mention the Spider Totem.

Perhaps in many people's eyes, Spider-Man's birth comes from the mutation caused by being bitten by a spider, but in reality, it is not so. Spider-Man's power actually belongs to the magical side, coming from the ancient Spider Totem.

Animal totems are a very mysterious and powerful force in the entire Marvel Universe, and the Spider Totem is one of the best among them. Facing such powerful power, naturally, some people want to steal it.

There is a group of creatures in the universe very similar to vampires. They travel through various multiverses, killing all creatures related to totems to absorb their power to strengthen themselves. This is the Morlun family.

Shiller said to Nick on the other end of the phone, "I have to admit, I didn't expect them to want to take action against Spider-Man so quickly. The small bait we cast this time actually caught a big fish."

"Compared to this problem, shouldn't you be concerned about how we are going to deal with them?"

"According to your statement, they even have the ability to travel through multiverses beyond human cognition, and their targets are mostly vulnerable in their hands. Then do you think, how can we ordinary humans deal with this kind of powerful extraordinary creature?"

"The fact is, actually we don't need to deal with them."

"What do you mean?" Nick asked him.

"I think you should also be able to think that since there is a Morlun family, there must be other extraordinary creatures similar to them, and I'm afraid there will be a whole bunch."

"Think about why humans can live stably until today. If they could really do whatever they wanted here, let alone one Earth, a few more solar systems would all be destroyed by them."

"I know that, of course. There has always been mysterious power protecting the Earth. In fact, from the day I took over as Director of S. H. I. E. L. D., I have paid attention to this."

"But, if that Bat God's guard really descends, does that mean they have already found a way to break through Earth's defense?"

"They are still far from it. If they really found this method, then why not appear directly above the Earth, and then shout to all Earthlings, telling us they are about to rule here..."

"Instead of sneaking around, like a thief with a guilty conscience, still needing to wear the skin of some Bat God, letting the vampires of Earth summon them over?"

Finally, Shiller concluded, "They are not fierce bandits who come to rob banks, just a group of stupid thieves who sneaked into an ordinary house and only dared to pick the lock quietly, not daring to make any noise."

"And coincidentally, the owner of this house has a bad temper and is very vengeful."

After dark, Stark was floating above a block in front of the Brooklyn Bridge. Below him was a strangely shaped vehicle.

Stark pressed a button on his arm, the vehicle's armor unfolded, and a group of very strange robots walked down from it.

They had four sturdy mechanical legs, the upper part had a circle of mechanical arms, with gear grippers and hooks, and the main body looked like a hexagonal nut.

Steve, standing on the side, said, "This is your work from these few days? Are you sure this thing can fight?"

"No, this is not for fighting." Stark snorted disdainfully and said, "You big-headed soldiers only think about fighting. This is a multi-functional battlefield logistics robot."

"So, what can it do?"

"It can do all the logistics work you can imagine."

"After experiencing this night of fighting, I found a very big problem—the weakness of humans might not be that we can't fight, not that our guns aren't accurate, or that our evasion isn't timely enough, but that we wasted too much personnel power on logistics maintenance."

"Carrying a fallen wounded soldier requires two people, and they have to be strong. They pass through the crossfire center area to grab the wounded. If one of them gets injured, then someone else has to fill in."

"Of course, if it's an ordinary war, this kind of behavior might still have some leeway, because the opposite side is also on the same visual level as us and won't deliberately target the retreating wounded."

"But that group of bats is different. They can fly. Once they see someone fall, or someone wants to go up to rescue the wounded, they will attack these people like crazy."

"Once the wounded are abandoned, our morale will drop significantly, and the attrition will become more and more serious."

"I thought a lot this afternoon..." Stark hugged his arms and said, "This is also my first time participating in this kind of war, so there are quite a few flaws and unsuitable places in my design of the armor. I have tried my best to quickly adjust these problems."

Steve heard a kind of powerful confidence in his tone, which was completely different from his usual stubborn attitude. At this moment, Stark, or Iron Man, was indeed full of personal charm.

He was so talented in his field of expertise, and he didn't shy away from talking about his mistakes and weaknesses. This rigorous thinking formed a sharp conflict with his somewhat loose attitude, giving him a unique temperament.

Stark continued, "Shiller gave me great inspiration. We indeed need a set of battlefield-adaptive calculation logic, preferably intelligent enough to calculate these weaknesses before we discover them, so as to anticipate the enemy's movements."

"However, it's too late this time. There was only one day of daytime, and even testing couldn't be passed, so I compromised and used my manual design method to create these robots."

Stark landed, patted the arm of one of the robots, and said, "I won't mention functions like carrying goods and building defensive fortifications. More importantly, it is loaded with incendiary bombs and flamethrowers. I designed a signal-sending button on the night-vision device of everyone, as long as you press it, this button indicates that there is a wounded vampire that can be burned, and they will quickly rush to the battlefield and burn them to ashes with flamethrowers."

"Their flamethrower system is intelligently controlled, which can ensure that the fire won't spread, and it's much easier to use than manual operation."

"More importantly, it's its movement method."

As he spoke, the mechanical armor beside Stark rotated and retracted back into their hexagonal bodies, turning into the shape of a nut, and then floated into mid-air.

Stark looked up at it and said, "Currently, I haven't seen that group of vampires have the ability to interfere with magnetism, therefore, this kind of machine can use the magnetic levitation system to move very quickly."

"Once it moves above the wounded soldier, the mechanical arm at the bottom will scoop up the wounded soldier, wrap them into their armor, and then fly back with them."

"Rebirth of the Wave Era"

"There are some first-aid measures in the armor, and some healing serum. You know, the batch Connors researched. However, the quantity isn't too many, it shouldn't be enough, but at least it can ensure that the seriously wounded can live until they enter the hospital."

"It's already quite good." Steve walked over, looked at the hexagonal nut floating in the air, and said, "War always kills people, it's just a matter of how many, but being able to save one more person is always good."

"Are you going to reminisce about your glorious days on the battlefield with me again?"

Steve shrugged and said, "Better not. Seeing that you did quite well this time, I won't nag about those."

"Sure enough, you were doing it on purpose before!" Stark said angrily, staring.

Steve spread his hands and said, "I used this trick to deal with your dad before, but you've improved a bit compared to him. At least you can endure it for more than 5 minutes."

By the time Peter arrived, he saw Stark grabbing Steve by the collar. Peter rushed over to separate the two. Stark shook his arm, looked at Peter, and said, "What's wrong with your suit? Why has it become so black?"

Peter shook his head. Stark saw he was absent-minded and asked, "Hey, kid, what's wrong with you? Are you injured?"

"I don't know." Peter said painfully, "My heart is beating very fast, and my spider-sense has been ringing, but I can't find the source of the danger. I feel very bad right now."

Stark saw he didn't look like he was joking, so he could only walk up, pat Peter on the shoulder, and said, "I think you need to rest."

"You're not even an adult yet, and you've been fighting continuously for more than 20 hours. This won't do." Steve also said.

Peter seemed a bit irritable and said, "Don't worry about me, I know what I should do. I'm going to stay here and eliminate those annoying monsters!"

"Your mental state is a bit wrong..." Stark was about to continue, but Steve stopped him.

Peter sat down against the tire of the vehicle. Steve also squatted down, looked into his eyes, and said, "Of course, we don't want to interfere with you, but as your elder, at least I'm definitely your elder, I'm a bit worried about you, Peter..."

"If you feel you can still hold on, then you stay, but in fact, you've done enough, and it can even be called heroic."

Peter frowned and closed his eyes. He said, "Sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me either, I just feel very irritable and restless..."

"Shiller will be here in a moment, you can talk to him, perhaps a psychologist has a way to deal with this kind of symptom."

"Dr. Shiller is coming? Why? This is a battlefield! He will be in danger!"

Stark and Steve looked at each other. They found that the simple Peter seemed to really think Shiller didn't have any special power and was an ordinary person who needed protection.

By the time the sky was about to go dark, the three lines of defense had been completely arranged. With the help of Stark's special logistics robots, the battle line was built very quickly and very solidly, and the situation was much better than estimated.

A mansion in the rear became a temporary combat command center. Shiller sat on the second floor, Peter sat opposite him, and he covered his forehead and said, "I feel really bad, Doctor. I always feel like something dangerous is about to happen, but I can't find the source..."

"Is this how your spider-sense reminds you?"

"Right. It's hard for me to explain to you what kind of feeling this is. In short, originally my spider-sense could let me see the picture of the source of danger, and could even directly control my body to act."

"But now, I can't see anything. When I concentrate, I can't find anything, but it just keeps ringing faintly..."

"Because you have always used it as a passive ability. Have you ever thought that you can actually control it actively?"

"Control it actively? Actually, I tried it before, but no matter how I concentrate, it just doesn't appear."

"That's because you didn't encounter the stimulation of danger at the time. This short-term state cannot be maintained, but now is a good opportunity. Since the spider-sense has been playing a role, you can try to mobilize it..."

Peter closed his eyes like this, trying hard to concentrate, but the spider-sense was like a string that kept being plucked, constantly disturbing his thinking, making his attention very scattered.

Venom said, "Empty your brain, I think I can help you."

Peter tried hard to empty his mind, thinking of nothing, and then gradually, he saw a mass of blackness swirling within his consciousness; soon, an image flashed by.

Shiller saw Peter jump up from the chair with a "thump", and then he said with a face full of horror, "I saw..."

"Calm down, Peter, what did you see?"

Peter said to Shiller with a panicked face, "I saw... Mr. Stark falling from a high building... not wearing armor, and then falling to the ground..."

Peter's eye sockets were red, he was almost crying, his voice was hoarse, and he said tremblingly, "I saw... he died."

---Side Note---

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