American Comics: The Matrix

Chapter 442 Zombie Universe
Gray sky.

The dilapidated houses looked as if they had been ravaged by war, making the world appear as if it had experienced a major catastrophe.

Tony Stark frowned.

I've lost hope in this world.

“This world has already been destroyed once,” he said.

"Be careful, you might run into a cartographer."

In one of the five collision crises they have experienced, they encountered the cartographer.

It was a massive mechanical army whose orders were unknown. Their purpose was to eliminate humanity from Earth. When a collision crisis occurred, the cartographer would travel to Earth in another universe through the connection between the two universes and eliminate the humans on that planet before the planets collided, thus ending the collision crisis.

The problem is that simply eliminating humanity from one Earth in the universe is not enough; as long as there is another Earth with humanity, the collisions will continue.

Therefore, this approach will ultimately only lead to the massacre of all Earthlings in all universes.

When Earth in this universe was targeted by cartographers, it was already beyond saving.

Their current mission is to evacuate and then activate the annihilation weapon to destroy the Earth and prevent the cartographers from being brought back to their universe.

"and many more."

Eunice stopped him, her golden pupils scanning the ruins as if electronic information streams were flashing through them.

"There is a vital response."

"Really?"

Tony was incredibly surprised: "There are people who can survive the clutches of those butchers?"

“Perhaps there are no cartographers,” Eunice said. “I didn’t detect any cartographer’s reaction. Maybe there’s another reason why the world is the way it is.”

"It looks more like someone who failed to get into art school is giving a speech in a pub," Pietro quipped.

He was referring to the world as if it had experienced a new world war.

"That's a good thing."

Peter said happily, then realized he was in a bit of a mess and quickly explained, "I mean, if the world is in a mess, it's easier to persuade the remaining survivors to leave."

Peter is right.

The group temporarily abandoned their plan to leave and slowly descended.

It seems to have attracted a lot of attention as soon as it landed.

Amidst the dilapidated ruins, pairs of eyes peered out, the tranquil air seemingly concealing a sense of fear and madness.

"Did they sell too many survivors?"

Tony glanced around and spotted hundreds of images floating towards them.

This is only within this half-block area. If the proportion of survivors across the entire Earth is this high, it's hard to imagine how many survivors there are.

“That means we’d better act fast,” Peter said. “We should have brought thousands of plumbers with us!”

He felt there weren't enough people.

Tony was a little embarrassed: "To be honest, I never thought I could actually convince them. Based on past experience, it usually comes down to fighting."

As the two were talking, Pietro had already walked towards the ruins.

Amidst the ruins, a filthy, red-haired little girl clutching a broken-eared plush toy timidly emerges.

She lowered her head, her long red hair twisted together, hanging down to cover her tender face, her body trembling slightly, seemingly both curious and somewhat afraid of them.

Her pitiful appearance immediately reminded Pietro of Wanda when she was a child.

Standing amidst the ruins of artillery bombardment, looking at the bodies of family members who had suddenly died, I felt both sorrow and numbness.

He turned around and glared at Tony fiercely.

War criminals deserve to die!
Tony was taunted and, feeling guilty, dared not speak. Fortunately, Pietro and Wanda seemed to have moved on from the past, especially after witnessing Tony's disgraceful behavior, and felt he had received his due punishment. Of course, the most crucial factor was the guidance and encouragement from Aunt May and Uncle Ben.

Tony should kowtow to the two elders.

“I’ll ask Dad to send a few spaceships,” Harry said.

Pietro had already approached the little girl.

"Are you alright, child?" He tried to make his voice sound as gentle as possible, but the closer he got, the more the child trembled violently as if frightened, and the rabbit doll was squeezed so tightly that it burst open.

How pitiful, she must have suffered a lot...

"Don't be afraid, we're not bad people. We're here to save you."

"I'm so hungry..."

A hoarse voice came from beneath the clumps of red hair. Pietro didn't hear it clearly and instinctively tilted his head to listen.

At the same time, a jolt of electricity seemed to run through Peter's cerebral cortex, as if he had been pricked by a needle: "Watch out!"

But it's too late.

Without warning, the little girl poked her head out at Pietro, her clumps of long hair flying behind her, revealing a face that had been rotting for who knows how long.

Half of his face had vanished, perhaps eaten away by some monster. His eyeball, connected to nerves in its rotting socket, drooped like a spring in a prank toy.

"My hair!"

Pietro was terrified.

He was originally the fastest person, but at this moment his feet slipped, and his two feet seemed to have a mind of their own, colliding together and tripping him up.

The little girl lunged at her.

Whoosh!
In the nick of time, a white spider silk shot out like a bullet and stuck directly to the other person's mouth.

With a mouthful of spider silk, the creature looked like it was about to go berserk, its eyes bloodshot, and its strong teeth snapped the spider silk that could have moved a building!
Peter had no time to be surprised; another spider silk stuck to Pietro's head, pulling the reckless guy back.

"You didn't wet your pants, did you?"

Harry laughed.

But no one laughed out loud.

Because the scene before him was too shocking, Tony Stark, who considered himself well-informed, had experienced both wealth and poverty, and in his most tragic moment, had lost a hand, making the whole world aware that he was the second youngest son.

But he had never seen such a scene before.

"My God, it's Resident Evil!"

Peter broke down and screamed.

"Guys, it's best to avoid being bitten or scratched. Turn on the air filters on your uniforms; the T-virus can spread through the air. Our top priority right now is to find Alice!"

He just watches old movies.

“That’s right, where are we going to look for Alice?” Tony looked up in despair. Half a block away, a dark mass of figures was looming towards them. “I guess she’s not among them, is she?”

Everyone felt a suffocating sensation in their chests.

"Don't tell me these are all zombies." Harry clenched his fists. If these people were enemies, should he or she eliminate them?
"I'm so hungry!"

These monsters muttered incantations, looking at them as if they were a fresh piece of fat meat.

"They have their own consciousness."

Wanda reminded her.

This is the biggest difference between these monsters and zombies.

(End of this chapter)