Chapter 1406

Helheim, the Underworld among the Nine Realms, had been very quiet for ten thousand years. It wasn't completely dark here; a moon hidden in the clouds appeared and disappeared, and when it shone on the barren earth, it looked even more desolate.

A male figure wearing a jacket and a mask stepped out of the portal. Instantly, he smelled the thick power of death he had dreamed of in the surrounding air.

The eyes emitting red light, the long pointed ears, and the mouth that kept drooling but still maintained an evil smile indicated that he had long been transformed into a crazy monster. He chuckled twice and looked at the other furry little partner on his shoulder.

"Rocket... Rocket! Soon, we will be able to bestow upon the superheroes of this world the greatest immortality! The problem regarding you that that idiot Iron Man couldn't solve will surely be solved!"

And Rocket Raccoon, standing on his shoulder, could hardly be recognized as a raccoon anymore. Half of his body's mechanical structure was exposed, covered in mottled rust and uncleaned bloodstains. His head tilted weakly to one side, fixed to the other shoulder with some rough and simple steel wires.

But Star-Lord touched his little partner's head without noticing, a more evil smile emerging in his eyes: "I know, those experiments we wanted to transform you with brought you great pain, but it doesn't matter, Rocket. Soon we will be able to share those great secrets together. That day—is almost here!"

The fur around Rocket Raccoon's right eye had completely fallen off, leaving only the metal structure of the eye socket wrapping the eyeball that emitted a faint light. The light on the eyeball flickered, but he didn't say anything.

After falling into the hands of this group of monsters invaded by madness, he became their experimental subject for researching the weaknesses of mechanical life.

At first, these monsters wanted to infect robots with madness, but later they discovered that pure logical life built by data and information could not absorb this madness. Thus, robots became enemies that should be eliminated.

In this universe, after 99% of intelligent life was infected, mechanical life naturally had nowhere to escape. Rocket Raccoon was almost the last surviving mechanical body in the Cancerverse, and the reason he tried his best to survive until today was naturally because a spark of hope still remained in his heart.

Star-Lord, grinning and revealing sharp teeth, placed Rocket Raccoon, who had long lost the ability to move, on his back. He looked around, seemingly very satisfied with this barren land.

The temperatureless wind blew across the surface, the withered roots of plants bent down, the dry and loose soil surface moved, and gravel and rubble rolled down along the slope.

With a "swish," a palm made only of white bones broke through the soil, followed by equally pale and terrifying elbows and shoulder blades. When the skull stained with mud broke through the soil, the soul fire burned fiercely in the eye sockets.

"What the hell is that?!"

Star-Lord stared fixedly at the skeleton warriors crawling out from under the land. He gripped the pistol in his hand, aimed, and pulled the trigger. A series of attack actions were extremely smooth, and the skeleton frames fell to the ground in response.

Star-Lord revealed a disdainful smile, looked at the increasingly large portal and the countless superheroes flying out from the portal, flicked his pistol, and said: "Mortals only have this much ability!"

"Click, click, click."

More and more strange noises came from under the ground. Star-Lord looked back and found more and more pale bone palms breaking through the soil from six feet under.

He gripped the pistol in his hand, kept turning in place, and fired in vain, but the shattered bone frames would recover in less than a second.

With a "clang," a shield was thrown high and fell. The skeleton that had just crawled out was stronger than all the other skeletons. He picked up the shield and let out a silent roar, followed by skeleton swordsmen holding great swords, skeleton mages wearing tattered robes, swarms of bloodthirsty hounds, and huge shadow bone wolves...

Finally, accompanied by the storm in the distance, a huge bone dragon soared into the sky, its fierce shadow breath burning the remaining plant remains.

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

As the blade was drawn and the horn sounded, and the endless undead army marched forward, the friction sound of joints and bones was ethereal and eerie. The slow and swaying pace unique to undead creatures was like dancing a strange sacrificial dance.

"Destroy them!" A scream came from the superhero team. Star-Lord recognized that it might be Seeing Natasha's voice, only it was particularly sharp this time, which only made Star-Lord feel a bit harsh.

Rocket Raccoon, carried on his back, knew that after being infected by madness, this group of monsters was already irritable enough.

But the situation at this time was unusual. They should have rushed to the promised land of their dreams, in order to satisfy their long-accumulated bloodthirsty desires, and slaughtered all living things in front of them—

But there were no living things here.

The superheroes collided with the undead army. At the junction of gray and red, like waves hitting a rock wall, a thin line clearly divided the battlefield, but there was no momentum like a traditional group army charge into a meat grinder.

The undead all over the mountains and plains had no blood and no flesh. Being attacked by power would scatter them, and then they would recover. Being attacked by energy would only turn them into ashes.

There was no warmth of hot blood splashing on the face when tearing open the opponent's chest, no pleasure from the bottom of the heart when hearing screams while tearing off the opponent's limbs. The overly fragile bone frames didn't even have strong strike feedback.

The battle was like chopping melons and vegetables, but it seemed endless, just like repetitive labor day after day. It didn't fuel madness, only endless boredom.

The tattered Rocket Raccoon, who could neither move nor speak, could only be carried on Star-Lord's back, watching him shoot his pistol in vain at one skeleton after another.

The explosion of energy bullets had just shattered a swordsman skeleton. With a flash of green light, the opponent recovered, and another skeleton on horseback rushed out from the side, the long spear almost piercing Star-Lord through.

With a "squelch," the recovered sword skeleton backhanded and chopped off Star-Lord's entire arm. Star-Lord let out a scream, clutched the wound on his arm, and retreated repeatedly. Rocket Raccoon on his back could only sigh silently in his heart; this group of monsters just wouldn't die, not that they wouldn't feel pain.

Star-Lord was not a hero very good at close combat. Even if he were good at it, the big guy holding the shield was too close. Rocket Raccoon watched helplessly as the sharp edge of the shield went along Star-Lord's jawline to above his other ear, slicing off half of Star-Lord's head.

Brain matter splattered, blood overflowed. The few remaining temperature sensors on Rocket Raccoon's body told him that a piece of Star-Lord's brain should have splashed onto his back.

The man in the jacket lay on his back, trampled under the feet of countless skeletons, and when he was resurrected, he still stood in the same place facing endless close-range attacks, completely unable to escape.

Good job, Rocket Raccoon thought. This universe really got lucky; the portal happened to open in the Underworld. I have to say, the endless undead army is indeed a good way to deal with immortal superhero monsters. Only immortality can counter immortality.

Although I don't know how long the resurrection energy can last, before the energy is exhausted, this group of skeleton frames is much more useful than superheroes.

First, their numbers are hundreds of times that of the advance troops. The size of the portal is limited, and expanding it takes time. Many superheroes can't fly and can only walk, so the speed of troop transport will be limited. But the skeletons are seemingly endless; no one knows how many people are buried on this barren land.

Second, superheroes rarely cooperate. Even if there is cooperation, it is mostly between small teams of a few people. But this group of skeletons is completely cooperating in the specifications of a group army, and behind them is an extremely brilliant large-scale combat commander.

Odin used the blood of countless races in the universe to raise a top interstellar group army combat leader. Asgard is good at knife-edge warfare and blitzkrieg, and Hela is good at defending against such tactics.

Anyone with a little understanding of military affairs should understand that on the front battlefield of large-scale battles, what matters is the speed of troop mobilization.

The chaotic superheroes rushing out of the portal didn't even have a decent squad leader, while this group of skeletons was not only a hundred times larger than their enemies, but also well-trained, obedient, and had their reaction speed reduced to the shortest.

The front battlefield of large-scale operations only looks at whose health bar is longer. Special forces with powerful attacks are just small fragments ruthlessly stirred by the meat grinder when placed on the front battlefield. Before long, the superheroes' lines were cut to pieces, all fighting on their own, and drowned in the human sea tactics.

With the continuous scheduling of the front lines, intelligence was sent back to the command center, and troop types targeting the weaknesses of monster superheroes were mobilized.

Iron Man has artillery bombardment, skeleton mages have defensive shields, allowing ordinary skeleton warriors to approach. Captain America can throw shields, skeleton horses directly charge to knock him down and trample him on the ground; as soon as he gets up, another cavalry team rushes over. Spider-Man has infinite strength, but skeleton birds have wings on their backs, can directly grab his shoulders, fly to high altitude, and then throw him down.

As for ordinary people who have received training like Seeing Natasha and Hawkeye, they only need a combat team composed of a few skeletons to kill them continuously.

Hela stood on the skeleton bone dragon, quietly watching the changes in the field, while constantly mobilizing troops through the power of the Lord of the Undead. From her facial expression and slightly raised corners of her mouth, it could be seen that she enjoyed all this. For a war maniac, there is nothing better than a war that never ends.

But judging from the frequency of Hela's troop mobilization, she didn't feel any pressure. In fact, mobilizing the undead army was much easier than commanding Asgard's operations. Skeleton frames wouldn't rush into the enemy's main force swinging axes just because they got drunk the day before.

After obtaining the official title of Prince and having a priesthood, Hela's control over the power of the undead became more and more handy. The war and destruction Hela had longed for for so many years was not this kind of one-sided crushing.

Thus, the black-haired princess lightly flicked her sword and sent a message to the base hidden behind the clouds.

"Expand the portal, keep adding more!"