Chapter 234: Ebony Maw's Thousand-Layer Routine

Earth, after the information from Rogers's side was sent over, the Bermuda Triangle base held another meeting.

The time Rogers and the others left wasn't long, and the progress of most projects was about the same as before they left, not reaching the level of being truly put into use at all.

"War is likely to break out there soon, and we need to support them. Everyone give an opinion."

At the meeting, representatives of various countries and project leaders remained silent. It wasn't that everyone wasn't working hard, but time really wasn't enough, completely not enough.

After no one spoke for a long time, Cobb looked up at everyone. "If it really doesn't work, I'll lead a team over. Our first round of testing here can be considered a success, although there are still problems in operation and personnel training isn't in place, but no matter what, having it is better than not having it."

"Can the Light Genetic Factor Converter function normally in that environment?" A representative raised a question.

"Judging from the reports sent back from the front line, it shouldn't be a problem, and there are relevant records in Masaki Keigo's notes. As long as the Giant of Light stone statue can be successfully activated, the revived Giant of Light has extremely strong adaptability to almost all environments. So, I think the project I am responsible for is currently the most suitable one," Cobb gave his answer.

"What about the candidate for the human host? Has his space-related training been completed?"

Cobb pulled out a document and placed it on the table in front of him. Jarvis projected the data onto the big screen in real-time. "The best personnel for the human host currently, looking at it comprehensively, is Hawkeye, Clinton Barton."

Tony turned the pen in his hand. He had heard of this person, a former S. H. I. E. L. D. member, a super-agent who had been involved in the Freddy Krueger incident, but if he remembered correctly, this person should still be in recuperation, right?

"I remember in the last report, Barton's Light Genetic Factor compatibility wasn't the highest." The representative looked at the data in front of him. "Hmm... didn't even rank in the top ten, he's in eleventh place. Why choose him?"

"Because he is more accustomed to controlling his body from a third-person perspective than anyone else," Cobb stood up and walked to the screen.

"As everyone knows, after being involved in the Freddy incident, Barton's consciousness and body appeared to have a serious fracture. According to various tests and checks by medical personnel, the final conclusion is that he lost the instinct to control his body."

"After losing this ability, the way Barton controls his body has undergone a huge change from ours. To put it simply, he controls himself like a player controlling a game character; the feedback delay is very high, and the amount of operation is also greatly increased."

"It is precisely because of this problem that Barton has been staying in the medical center receiving treatment and rehabilitation training. However, this weakness, when placed on a human host, has instead become an advantage. He can adapt to the perception errors brought by another body extremely quickly, and the third-party perspective experience also makes him not have some psychological control difficulties."

Cobb pointed to the various data on the screen. For the selection of the human host, each country had selected the most excellent batch of soldiers to participate, but one of the most serious problems among these soldiers was overcoming the stress response of changing bodies.

After every soldier accepted strict training, they could do things like not blinking when a gun went off and daring to rush forward when a bomb exploded in front of them. This kind of training targeted at Earth's current battlefield had become an obstacle; it had been deeply engraved into the subconscious of every soldier, and even if they changed bodies, this subconscious that had become an instinct still existed.

This led to the fact that after becoming a Giant of Light, they would still subconsciously make some moves that were a complete waste of energy, such as dodging actions in the face of heavy armor-piercing shells. They clearly knew that armor-piercing shells couldn't cause damage, but they would still do so, and the more intense the battle, the higher the probability of doing so.

And Barton wouldn't have problems in this regard. His delay was too high; the instinct of the subconscious hadn't taken effect yet before it had already been intercepted by consciousness itself. So, in the first round of testing, although Barton's compatibility wasn't high, his total score really wasn't low.

The representatives pondered for a moment and exchanged opinions with each other. In the end, they agreed with Cobb's proposal. Although everyone wanted to arrange their own people in the position of the human host, in the current form, this wasn't the time to discuss these things.

Earth's preparation work was in full swing. Outside the Oort Cloud, in the M13 region, the Chitauri fleet was advancing in an orderly manner.

Ebony Maw stood in the flagship command room of the main army, looking at the pitch-black universe outside, with his hands behind his back, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Several alarm sounds rang from the command console, and a Chitauri immediately ran to Ebony Maw's side, looking a bit panicked.

"What happened again?" Ebony Maw asked without turning his head.

"The scout fleet spaceship encountered an adsorption-type trick mine, and there were casualties. The route clearing time might have to be pushed back a little bit..." The Chitauri commander tried hard to minimize the importance of this matter, trying to make Ebony Maw think that this was a small matter that couldn't be smaller.

"How long?" Ebony Maw pressed. He couldn't be bothered to manage the commander's petty thoughts and linguistic art; these things couldn't be played out at all in the face of mind-reading.

"If it's just relying on the scout fleet to clear the minefield... the fastest might be 48 hours..." the commander said cautiously.

When the Barbarian Assault Team's warships retreated, they were quite insane, throwing all the trick mines into space, not leaving a single one. These trick mines would automatically advance toward high-speed moving objects and explode immediately after sensing signs of life.

Just over ten million trick mines were enough to blockade this piece of starry sky. After all, if the Chitauri wanted to go to the asteroid, taking this road in front of their eyes was the closest choice.

"One minefield takes 48 hours. What if there are other minefields ahead?" Ebony Maw asked in return.

The Chitauri commander's body shook like chaff. "General, I will immediately organize a mine-clearing unit to force our way through; it will absolutely not let these few small trick mines affect the progress of advancing."

Ebony Maw turned around and looked at the commander upon hearing this. "Is it because I put too much pressure on you?"

"No, this is your urging..." the commander subconsciously began to flatter.

Ebony Maw patted his face. "That is because your brain was eaten by the lower class! The main fleet stepping on the minefield, why didn't you say everyone get off the ship and float over directly?!"

"This... this..."

"Still standing there for what! Why don't you hurry up and think of a way to speed up passing through the minefield!" Ebony Maw reprimanded.

"Yes! General!" When the commander ran away, he felt relieved in his heart; his little life was saved.

Ebony Maw continued to look out the window, his crossed fingers tapping lightly on the window. Actually, he wasn't angry at all; the current situation was exactly what he wanted.

And this commander's fear of difficulty and fear of casualties also matched his thoughts.

Having been the puppet master in this fleet for so long, Ebony Maw had been thinking about one question: how to survive.

Thanos's instructions, Ebony Maw didn't dare not execute. If he disobeyed, Thanos would one hundred percent not care about Ebony Maw's status as one of the Black Order, nor would he care about Ebony Maw's past merits, and would definitely send him to the west directly.

However, leading a team deep into the solar system, or even landing on Earth to launch an invasion war, Ebony Maw also didn't dare.

The illustrious name of the Ancient One wasn't blown out; it was fought out in reality.

After detecting the fluctuations of the Time Stone and Space Stone on Earth, Thanos had sent troops to Earth, trying to directly take down these two stones.

And then there was no then. Two batches of people were sent in succession, and they all died inexplicably, without even a message being passed back.

Thanos himself was also taught a lesson by the Ancient One and Odin at the time, almost having an accident. It was precisely because of this that Thanos had subsided and rarely stepped into the galaxy, let alone entered the solar system.

With such a record, how could it not make Ebony Maw feel cold in his heart? He always felt that the moment he stepped into the solar system would be his death date.

After thinking about it, Ebony Maw only thought of one way to break the situation, and that was to fish in troubled waters and paddle.

Every choice taken was the "correct" one, but the core idea was only one: drag it out. It would be best if they were defeated before entering the solar system; that way, maybe they could go back safely.

Therefore, when he knew there were countless trick mines in front, Ebony Maw was very happy. In this situation, dragging it out for ten days or half a month shouldn't be too much, right?

He, Ebony Maw, had thought of a way very diligently and painstakingly, breaking the Asgardians' strict blockade of this region. As for not being able to completely break it, that wasn't Ebony Maw's problem; it was that those guys who feigned surrender were too trash.

With intent calculating against no intent, they couldn't blossom internally, couldn't destroy the establishment and organizational degree of the Asgardian Barbarian Assault Team, and the resulting delay—Ebony Maw wouldn't take the blame, wouldn't even touch it!

The subsequent war direction, Ebony Maw had also thought about it. After passing this minefield, he would hand over the command of the fleet completely to the Chitauri, and he himself would be responsible for suppressing the opponent's general.

General against general, soldier against soldier; this was very reasonable.

When the time comes, as long as the suppression state is maintained well, letting both sides fall into a protracted war, Ebony Maw's goal would be completely achieved.

Not to mention, as long as there was no external force intervening again, Ebony Maw planned to waste a year at this Asgardian station.

As for splitting troops or detouring, such ideas that would definitely be brought up later were one hundred percent not allowed to pass under Ebony Maw's indication.

Finding reasons for rejection was much easier than thinking of ways to solve problems.

Split troops—split how many troops? Should others maintain suppression or continue to contain? Can the unfavorable battle situation retreat or die hard? A plan must be brought out, right?

Detour—how to detour, which route to take, how to solve the situation of definitely being wrapped in dumplings—a plan must also be brought out, right?

When two plans were brought out, find some loopholes in the meeting to hit back and redo, and after going back and forth to produce a few plans, and then rejecting them once more, time would disappear bit by bit.

If by then the Bifrost increased troops or the Ancient One didn't talk about martial virtue, Ebony Maw would directly run away, absolutely not staying for even a second more.

Beautiful... it was beautiful...

This plan was simply seamless and perfect to the extreme.

Just when Ebony Maw was dreaming, half an hour later, a series of explosions suddenly rang out in front of him, and meteors pushed and accelerated by force fields crashed and rammed through the minefield.

What's the situation?! What's the situation?!

Just when Ebony Maw was surprised, the commander ran over again. This time, he was here to claim credit.

"General, our mine-clearing project is progressing smoothly. It is estimated that it only needs 24 hours to pass through the minefield, and even if they have set up new minefields behind, they will be destroyed."

The commander said with a grin, happy for his own wit.

"How did you do it?" Ebony Maw maintained his original expression, looking at the commander with a dead face.

"There are many slowly moving meteorites and broken spaceship wrecks nearby. I had people transform them into mine-clearing tools." The commander said concisely.

"Transformed so quickly?" Ebony Maw continued to ask. He had just scanned and found that at least dozens of meteorites had crashed into the minefield, which didn't match the Chitauri's technical ability.

"This is still thanks to your brilliance and martial prowess. This kind of miracle can only happen under your leadership!" The commander blew wildly.

"Tell me the specific method!"

"The Asgardian barbarians set up too many force field regions. We just made slight changes to the trajectories of some meteorites, letting them brush past the edge of the force field. Some of the meteorites happened to touch the force field in the same direction, and after being accelerated by the force field, they crashed into the minefield, and the spaceships were the same."

"There are many meteorites nearby. As long as there is a one-percent probability of hitting the force field correctly, our mine-clearing progress will be very fast!"

The commander explained, completely ignoring that Ebony Maw's face was getting worse and worse, though perhaps it was also that he couldn't see the good or bad of the face color at all.

"You did beautifully. I will inform your King about this," Ebony Maw said, patting the commander's shoulder with force.

"Don't dare, don't dare, it's all your good leadership!" The commander continued to say, completely unaware that he was about to face a disaster.

Ebony Maw turned his back. He was afraid that if he looked at this Chitauri again, he wouldn't be able to help but directly turn him into an idiot.

In the past, he hadn't seen this kind of wit; fighting a space station of a life planet was all dragging and dragging. Now he showed some command ability, but the time was really too wrong!

No, he must find an opportunity to reasonably get rid of this guy. There was no need for a second smart person here!

Ebony Maw made up his mind. He couldn't give others the possibility of ruining his plan again. Asgardians were all a group of guys without brains. If they were calculated by this commander and really exerted super-god performance, fighting out some battle achievements worthy of being recorded in history, it would be troublesome when the time came.

Ebony Maw thought and thought, and began to hope that the commander on the opposite side must have two brushes.

On the asteroid, Korik sneezed inexplicably a few times. He felt that someone was secretly scolding him behind his back. ===== CHAPTER 235 =====