Chapter 385: Three Detectives (Part 1)

In front of the star, those two tiny black dots magnified in the field of vision. Polaris, with green hair, supported her chin with her hand, looking thoughtfully at the spaceship that had been kneaded into an iron ball. After Magneto put down his hand, she also reached out her hand, aiming at the other spaceship remaining on the right flank.

There is no wind in the universe, but Polaris's long hair began to float, dancing in the air like a flag flapping in the wind. Her actions were exactly the same as Magneto's. She reached out her hand, then gripped it lightly.

However, the remaining spaceship didn't disintegrate cleanly and neatly. The front deck just changed into a shape. Polaris exhaled and shook her head.

She turned to look at Magneto. Magneto glanced at her and then said: "Watch, last time."

After speaking, he seemed to be a bit impatient. He raised his hand again, without any extra movement. Instantly, there was no explosion, no sound. Countless parts of the spaceship were like being precisely dismantled, floating into the universe. Polaris said in a low voice: "... Deconstruction?"

She thought for a few seconds, then reached out her hand again. A spaceship on the left flank was dismantled by her, but when deconstructing the cockpit, it seemed to encounter some problems. Polaris frowned deeply.

Neither father nor daughter paid attention to the light condensing on the main ship's cannon muzzle. The moment the ship's cannon fired, the emitted scorching energy was instantly stuffed back into the cannon muzzle. The entire cannon barrel exploded with a "boom," and along with it, half of the ship's hull turned into ashes.

All the weapons that fired at them were like collectively rebelling. All the energy and shells that were about to be fired surged back along the cannon barrel and exploded in their own cannon chambers.

This kind of barrel explosion is very fatal. The defensive shield outside the spaceship was not enough to withstand the impact brought by the explosion of their own weapons. About a dozen warships were damaged in the first round of firing.

The commander didn't react at all to what happened. Red alarm reminders filled the operation panel. The alarm sound became a string because it was too urgent, and it was impossible to hear who was reporting damage.

For this fleet, being treated as a teaching tool by Magneto was their luck. Polaris's weak foundation was their bad luck. Otherwise, at this moment, the entire fleet should have already become a yo-yo in Magneto's hands.

Magneto wasn't on a whim to teach Polaris, but he also discovered that the strength of the Mutant Brotherhood was insufficient to step onto the interstellar stage. At the level of the universe, besides him, others were more like burdens.

Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters selected a few mutant students who were symbiotes to go to the Andromeda Galaxy, and the effect achieved was very good. Although the mutant students were young, with symbiotes assisting on the side, they could do many things.

In comparison, these people in the Brotherhood really weren't enough to look at. Besides Mystique being able to handle some diplomatic work, most people were useless in any aspect. And whether it was for public or private reasons, Polaris was the most worth cultivating.

On the Hive main planet, Hive of course felt the arrival of the fleet. He originally thought it was time for inside and outside to coordinate. As a lord recognized by the capital planet, he encountered an invasion, so the fleet should have helped. But he waited for a long time and didn't see the fleet in the universe fire. Hive's heart couldn't help but feel some doubt. Why don't they attack the surface?

And at this time, the fleet commander and Hive's mood were exactly the same. Logically speaking, the lord of this planet should have seen the arrival of the fleet. Why doesn't he cooperate with the fleet's attack?

Now the mood of both sides is, where is the universe fleet? Save us! Where is the planet lord? Save us!

After another few dozen seconds, the commander finally reacted from the shock and began to contact the planet lord on the surface. After Hive received the communication, he was simply exasperated.

I was counting on you to save me! Now you actually want me to save you! You don't even look at what kind of monsters are on the surface of this planet!

The heavy rain covering this planet never stopped, and everyone fighting in the rain didn't distinguish between friend and foe. Firelight, explosions, roars, everyone was constantly venting their emotions, not caring at all who the opponent was.

In terms of destruction and ruin, humans have innate talent. They don't even fear throwing bombs at each other on the planet they live on. When they don't have interstellar colonization capability, they turn the mother they rely on for survival into an ammunition-filled arsenal, without considering the retreat after the end of the world at all.

And if this wasn't Earth, humans neither need to be responsible for the environment here nor need to bear any post-war repair work. How many buildings collapse here, how many aliens die, has nothing to do with them.

Then humans will let this universe see what is called a child of chaos, what is called an entropy-increasing demon.

If you look from a distance, after a period of chaotic fighting, the entire Hive main planet has turned from a potato ball into a piece of cheese, almost unable to distinguish who caused more damage.

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If you have to assess the damage, the large craters are Iron Man's masterpiece. Buildings disappearing out of thin air but the terrain not changing is generally what the Venom bat has devoured. Large building ruins are what Dr. Connors did. Buildings that are broken more severely are the consequences of Hulk's punching and kicking.

As for the others, they are mainly responsible for pulling the hatred of these human-shaped cannons and running around the street. For example, Steve, wherever he passes, there will definitely be a large crater bombed by Iron Man. And wherever Iron Man passes, there will definitely be magical brilliance left by Strange.

In this endless destruction, all the huge tentacles near Hive were ground into meat paste, leaving only a lonely body standing there.

When he looked up at the starry sky, what he saw was a series of explosion sparks. The wreckage of the spaceship fell like fire rain. After contacting the raindrops near the surface, it emitted rolling thick smoke, smashed on the ground, leaving a charred black crater. Besides that, not even a complete corpse could be found.

Hive was completely desperate. A kind of indescribable despair and dark atmosphere enveloped him. He didn't understand, what happened to this planet?

Just when he wanted to use his last bit of strength, wanting to struggle, he saw a beautiful arc of light rise at the end of the skyline. That was a brilliant radiance he had never seen before, more beautiful than the sunrise and sunset that had appeared countless times on this planet.

The star was like a blooming flower bud, gradually changing from a vibrant orange-yellow to mature. When the bright and terrifying red spread, it almost swallowed everything in the entire star system.

Shiler sat in the passenger cabin of the Brilliance spaceship, looking at the scene outside the window. This is a place very far from the Hive main planet star system, but one can still see this magnificent cosmic fireworks.

The changing light was like a constantly flashing neon light, plating the dim cockpit with warm light. Shiler slowly closed his eyes, sank his consciousness, and appeared in his mind palace.

That was a small screening room. A figure in a black trench coat was already waiting there. Shiler, wearing a white coat, walked over and sat on the sofa next to him. The projection screen was playing the scene of the sun changing rapidly.

"How does it feel to skip work?" the Shiler in the black trench coat asked. Shiler, wearing a white coat, pushed his glasses and said: "I am on reasonable leave, just like you."

"By the way, where is that lunatic? Where did the 'Superego' put him?"

"He should be on the 100th floor or so now, I don't know which floor exactly. But I see he is playing quite happily. After all, he doesn't have to fight Jack for Bruce, and he can be considered to have half a Batman."

"Seriously, letting him out is still a bit risky." Shiler, wearing a white coat, shook his head and said: "When you gave me this suggestion, I thought you were crazy."

"I was almost crazy. The new umbrella I worked so hard to get was broken again not many days after it got into your hands." The Shiler in the black clothes snorted coldly and said: "Of course I have to give them a taste of something powerful."

"Your style of doing things doesn't match Marvel at all. This kind of strategy of going around and killing multiple birds with one stone is more suitable for your world." Shiler, wearing a white coat, shook his head and said.

He cast his gaze on the projection screen in front of him. The picture on the projection began to play backward at an extremely fast speed.

The expanding sun began to shrink, the craters on the cosmic Hive main planet gradually filled up, the spaceship retreated rapidly back into the solar system, and Earth rotated from east to west. From day back to night, returning to the night when the asylum incident happened.

The moment Shiler saw his umbrella being sliced open, the air in the entire scene condensed, and tiny dust particles were clearly visible. Looking in from the window, the glass fragments brought by Iron Man, who had just broken through the window, floated in mid-air, reflecting crystal-clear light.

Just at that second when Shiler was dazed, looking in from his eyes, in the 300-story high tower, the DC Shiler wearing a black trench coat was also dazed.

He had just returned from vacation, but he received a piece of bad news that was like a bolt from the blue. Endless anger almost burned down his bedroom. Feeling this exuberant anger, the Marvel Shiler, wearing a white coat, had to quickly withdraw his consciousness and return to the mind palace to stop the DC Shiler.

But clearly, Cat Getan people are very vengeful. Thus, the Shiler in the black trench coat proposed a plan, a dark plan full of Cat Getan style.

First, the two Shilers, one black and one white, ran to the 200th floor, grabbed the Shiler with green hair, threw him into the elevator, and sent him all the way to the surface consciousness.

After the Joker Shiler took over the body, he followed Jacqueline to the Hive main planet according to the plan. After the infiltration plan succeeded, he revealed his true colors, and his first stop on the Hive main planet was the weather control tower.

He directly mixed "fine wine," which is the wine god factor, into the rainwater of the Hive star, and converted all the water resources of this planet, which were not many, into rainwater, conducting a global rainfall.

But in fact, the purpose of this rain was not to pollute those bugs. The real target was actually these superheroes of Marvel.

Compared to those lunatics in Cat Getan, the heroes in Marvel, even the anti-heroes who are both righteous and evil, look so amiable.

However, sometimes, being too righteous, too strictly adhering to certain principles, and having too high moral requirements for oneself can actually accumulate great emotional pressure in one's heart. If this kind of pressure is not released, it will bring about all kinds of psychological problems.

Someone often asks, should a good person be pointed at by a gun? But besides being pointed at by other people's guns, sometimes good people also point the muzzle at themselves. Their high moral standards will make their hearts produce guilt. This, like other extreme emotions, will endanger people's emotional health.

Superheroes are not made from the same mold. They have different personalities. When forming a team, friction is inevitable. Plus old grudges and new hatreds, operations not going smoothly, plans not meeting expectations, and not finding the key problem, and being eager for success, it is very easy to evolve into an internal war.

From a tree eaten by bugs, pick a fruit that is already overripe and rotten, then take it to a bar with a bad environment, put it in a leaky wine barrel, ferment it in the wrong season using the wrong method, and finally brew a bitter wine named Civil War, which is drunk by human civilization in one gulp.

When they first spoke ill of each other, the seeds of that tree had already been planted. The bitter wine finally brewed was like poison that pierces the intestines, corroding the swaying small boat in the star sea from the inside out.

In this war, after the gunshots, there are no winners. ===== CHAPTER 386 =====