Chapter 1410

It is indeed a bit difficult to deal with these infectious monsters. Not to mention Spider-Man, who is now regarded as a treasure by all parties, even superheroes whose strategic status is not so important, no one is willing to let them risk being infected by madness and fight these monsters with their fists.

So in the initial combat plan, in addition to using the lifeless undead army to suppress the attack of the advance troops, it was to manufacture a large number of robots, or release all the robot inventory stored by Stark.

But robots are different from humans after all. The robots designed by Stark that focus on combat are equipped with powerful destructive weapons. They can also, like Magneto, keep these superhero monsters in a state of "dying forever."

But this is not a way to go on. So, they also prepared another plan to capture them alive, which is to use the agents of the Time Variance Authority and the time weapons that each of them will be equipped with.

This small device, which looks a bit like a portable terminal, doesn't look like a weapon, but it has powerful capabilities beyond common sense. Only a ray of light needs to sweep over, and the other party's timeline will be completely frozen. Don't care about what madness and infection you have, as long as your time is not moving, no amount of infection can spread.

Time is the answer to all problems. This sentence is particularly suitable for describing the current situation. After the fully armed Time Variance Authority agents entered, they pulled the trigger when they saw any living thing. Countless rays of light flashed, and one statue after another with frozen time was transported to the warehouse by robots.

The speed at which the first wave of troops poured out of the portal has slowed down. After the peak period of human flow passed, the mages no longer supplied energy to the portal, cutting off the human flow, bringing this operation to an end.

"Is that it?" Shadowcat Kitty asked incredulously: "So their large-scale invasion is over? We haven't even taken action yet."

Wolverine Logan walked up and patted Kitty on the shoulder and said: "It's been so long and you still haven't discovered the style of our universe? When did we ever need to exercise the ability to be beaten passively?"

Shadowcat Kitty slowly widened her eyes and looked at Logan and said: "You mean..."

Logan didn't answer her question, but turned and walked away to the laboratory next door to polish his claws.

All the mutants could see that this battle was a bit too sloppy. The command center didn't assemble, not all the people came, the plan was only half done, and the ones who contributed the most were the skeleton frames. Where was there any sign of a decisive battle?

Looking at Shadowcat Kitty's somewhat puzzled expression, Professor X wheeled his wheelchair over, smiled, and said: "Don't be disappointed, child. Do you really think the strength of the enemy in this world is worth our full mobilization?"

Shadowcat Kitty thought about it. If they really went all out, these monsters might not be enough to look at. Just the Bright God King of Asgard could beat them to death.

Okay, Kitty thought, at least the mages vented a lot. As for them, they might need some more tangible opponents, rather than unfathomable madness.

"Hey! The Sorcerer Supreme wants Professor X to go to a meeting!" Blink's voice came from the door, and Professor X smiled and turned to leave.

Professor X walked through the corridor of the base to the meeting room at the other end. As soon as he walked in, he saw a very tattered robot sitting in the center of the huge conference table.

"Let me introduce you, this is Rocket Raccoon. After the Time Variance Authority agents captured Star-Lord, they found this only remaining robotic animal in that universe on his back. They did many experiments on him, and Peter is trying to repair his body."

Professor X turned to look and found that Peter was indeed fiddling with a machine. Soon he walked to the conference table, picked up the incomplete raccoon skeleton, put it into the machine, and then began to knock and hit. After about ten minutes, the mechanical raccoon with more complete bones was carried out.

"Time is a bit tight, and I don't have materials to prepare bionic fur, so I can only do this first." Peter patted Rocket's head and said: "Come on, try it, you should be able to move."

This raccoon, with half of its skeleton exposed, was like an old man on the verge of death, climbing up with an extremely dull movement, coughing hard twice, and standing in place with his head hanging down.

"What's wrong? Is your intelligent system also damaged? But when I checked just now, I found that except for a lot of redundant data, there shouldn't be any big problems." Peter looked at Rocket Raccoon with some confusion.

"I'm fine." Rocket Raccoon coughed hard twice and said in a low tone: "It's just that if you experienced such a terrible thing, you wouldn't be able to be cheerful for a while."

"It seems your language module has indeed recovered." Strange sat down opposite Rocket Raccoon and said: "Then tell us, what happened in that universe?"

"What has happened is not important." Rocket Raccoon took a deep breath and said: "You'd better listen carefully to what I say next."

"They completely distrust robots, so I couldn't access any confidential information, but Star-Lord could. He has gone completely crazy and has no gatekeeper on his mouth, so about a week before coming here, I heard a terrible plan."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Rocket Raccoon was a series of violent coughs, and then spat out a phrase: "... Galactus Engine."

"They... they..." Rocket Raccoon struggled to take a few breaths, seemingly still unaccustomed to his complete lung structure. He sat down on the spot, hugged his legs, and said: "They used Silver Surfer to capture Galactus. You should know what Galactus is, right?"

"Heard of it, but don't understand." Strange replied.

Rocket Raccoon widened his eyes, slightly raised his tone, and said: "Impossible, you have developed to this point, you must have dealt with Galactus. Hasn't he ever wanted to eat Earth?"

"If he wants to eat Earth, doesn't he have to pass through Asgard first?" Peter asked with confusion: "That should also be Asgard dealing with them. Humans are still chicks who haven't left the nest. It's normal not to have met those powerful existences, right?"

"Asgard..." Rocket Raccoon let out a snort and said: "It seems that the gods of your universe live longer, but it may not be a good thing. Listen, Galactus's power is unimaginable, and this group of lunatics caught him and transformed him, which is the so-called Galactus Engine."

"Now, under the guidance of the Multitude's evil knowledge and Iron Man's technology, the engine is complete. As far as I know, they plan to send the engine into the cosmic fault that is about to open, that is, another universe, which will bring endless destruction."

Rocket Raccoon lowered his eyes and said: "I know you have no obligation to save another universe, but I must remind you that if that universe perishes, then you..."

With a "snap," Rocket Raccoon was startled. He turned his head and looked at Strange, who had just finished slapping the table, and said righteously: "They actually want to use an evil engine? To destroy another universe?! How can we sit idly by? Wong! Notify all mages in Kamar-Taj to prepare for battle!"

"I'll go notify Magneto and meet at the Dream Base later." Professor X nodded.

"Then I'll go notify Captain America and let him assemble the Avengers!" Peter turned and left.

"Wait a minute!" Rocket Raccoon jumped up directly. He widened his eyes and looked at the few people and said: "Am I crazy or are you crazy?! I said the Galactus Engine is powerful, and they plan to put it in another universe. You actually don't hurry up and call it lucky?!"

Strange stretched out a hand to stop Rocket Raccoon from continuing to speak. He looked at Rocket Raccoon with a compassionate expression and said: "How can we watch our brother universe suffer such a disaster and remain indifferent? All evil will eventually be brought to justice!"

After speaking, Strange flicked his magic robe and walked out of the door with his head held high. Rocket Raccoon heard his voice coming from outside the door: "Peter, locate the Spider-Man of that universe and let him open the door for us with the M'kraan Crystal!"

After that, there were words such as "mediation, yes, mediation."

Rocket Raccoon's mouth opened so wide that his parts almost fell off, and then he gritted his teeth and cursed, saying: "I really don't know who is the lunatic... You wait for me, I still have intelligence I haven't told you!"

The faint candlelight flickered, dense tentacles climbed over the wallpaper, and the ground was covered with indescribable black gel-like stains. In the center of the room, two figures were confronting each other. The one on the left was Schiller, and the one on the right was Stark.

Why were they sitting here? This has to start from a few days ago. At that time, Stark was still accompanying Schiller around the clock and trying to figure out what made him so spirited.

On this day, Stark returned to Stark Tower, preparing to deal with recent work at the fastest speed. He was already familiar with it, so he finished all the to-do items in less than an hour and walked to the shuttle station, preparing to continue to Hell's Kitchen.

Pepper followed him to send him off, mainly to ensure that he really left, to prevent him from messing up more work in the next hour.

And just at this moment, a communication was sent to Stark's private mobile phone. His pupils shrank when he saw that message.

Then Stark turned and rushed back to the laboratory, but just as he intended to put on the mecha, Schiller appeared at the door of the laboratory. He knocked on the door politely and said: "Tony, your psychological evaluation time is up. Are you planning to do it here or are you planning to go to the nursing home?"

"I have something to do, psychological evaluation will be discussed tomorrow!" Stark shouted without looking back.

"Oh, so you have no time today, is that right?" Schiller deliberately dragged a long tone and turned to walk out. Stark "whooshed" to the door, dragged Schiller back, gritted his teeth and said: "Stark will never have no time, you stay here, don't go anywhere!"

"Then you fill out the psychological evaluation report form first, and then we will have a conversation to ensure the accuracy of the psychological evaluation report."

Stark paused, always feeling that Schiller was doing it on purpose, but he looked down at his watch and found that today was indeed the day for his psychological evaluation. He cursed in his heart and said: "Can you wait for me for a while? Just one hour!"

"Then you must have no time for this hour..." Schiller's face clearly wrote "If you dare to disappear for an hour, I will immediately use this hour to do something earth-shattering."

Stark took a deep breath, looked into Schiller's eyes, and gritted his teeth: "I said, I have time!"

"Then fill out the form first, and then talk."

"But I have something to do now!"

"Then you go!"

"But you can't go anywhere!"

"Then you fill out the form first, and then talk to me!"

"I have something to do!"