Marvel: The Greatest Hero Era

Zhao Chen's will to survive was extremely strong at this moment. He kept grabbing the remaining corpses on the ground and fighting his way out of the palace.

Using the remaining dark primal force, he crouched down to gather strength, then used the force of the ground to jump up into the clouds, leaping out of the palace and into the city.

Perhaps because everyone in the city was hungover, the streets were deserted.

No wonder these sand people are like idiots; most of them went to the battlefield before they were even sober.

The Dodge Challenger Demon, like an old friend, obediently stayed in the roadside parking space, waiting for Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen fought his way to the muscle car, opening the door with his left hand while simultaneously delivering a straight punch with his right, piercing through one of the killers.

He successfully got into the driver's seat and started the engine.

Meanwhile, the Sandmen surrounded the muscle car, smashing it with various weapons. The crazed Sandmen tried to tear the car apart and drag Zhao Chen out of it.

But the Challenger, already weighing over two tons and incredibly muscular, was even stronger, especially with Thanos's enhancements to the vehicle.

For a time, even the sandmen were unable to break into the vehicle.

"Tire, puncture the tire!" a sandman who seemed to have some intelligence but was actually blinded by rage suddenly shouted.

It's too late to cut it now.

With 850 horsepower and 1044 Nm of torque, the friction between the tires and the ground caused the tires to burn out, resulting in billowing black smoke that blurred the vision of the sand people.

The random challenger suddenly charged out, knocking away the sandman blocking his way.

The Challenger rampaged through the Sandman army, which was powerless to stop this berserk performance monster.

Finally arriving at the city wall, Zhao Chen was surprised to find that the gate was open.

Floor varnish...

The challenger continued to accelerate and rushed out of the wall, disappearing into the sandstorm.

Sandstorms swept across the land as people relentlessly pursued them from behind.

Some rode horses, while others rode tigers, leopards, or even crocodiles.

Some also drive BMW, Mercedes-Benz, or Audi.

But as the performance monster challenger raced at full speed, they gradually gave up the chase.

The sand people stopped moving forward.

A minor leader of the Sun Empire pushed open the door of the Mercedes and stepped out, watching the challenger disappear from sight.

"Pah, what a piece of junk Mercedes! A 1.5T engine and it's so expensive. I'm never paying that 'stupidity tax' again." He spat on the ground, then kicked the Mercedes' front bumper, causing a large area of ​​the bumper to dent deeply.

May the Force guide me to the light.

Zhao Chen's dark primal force began to recover, and he seemed to have peeled away the sandstorm and seen the place he was about to go.

The challenger raced precisely in the sandstorm toward a pitch-black, yellow expanse where nothing could be seen.

Zhao Chen gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands. He stopped crying and complaining; he was numb, like a walking corpse.

Zhao Chen believed that Riven had already been tortured to death in the most cruel way at this moment, because Zhao Chen had witnessed how cruel and insidious the people of the Desert Kingdom were to outsiders.

Zhao Chen's face was pale, and the world-destroying divine power within his body was struggling, trying to break through the seal, but Zhao Chen did not notice it; he only felt very weak.

What should I pursue next? What else can pique my interest?

Unbeknownst to them, the challengers broke through the sandstorm and continued on their way.

Not far away, the tribe where Zhao Chen had previously eaten steamed buns for free was now in sight.

Zhao Chen drove into this wild tribe.

"The gates here are always open for you, idol Zhao Chen!" the tribe's guards shouted in unison.

Earlier, amidst the sandstorm, the guards spotted Zhao Chen's vehicle at a glance, and they had already opened the tribe's gates.

He shouted loudly to the people in the city and to the common people: Zhao Chen is back! The great god Zhao Chen has returned!

From before Zhao Chen entered the city until after he entered, he was constantly accompanied by cheers.

Unlike before, Zhao Chen was secretly pleased because everyone around him admired him, even though he didn't show it.

But this time, Zhao Chen was expressionless, his heart completely unmoved. His handsome face was as pale as a zombie, like a person who had lost all emotion.

Pain coursed through Zhao Chen's entire body, an unbearable agony. He wanted to scream to the heavens, to cry out hysterically.

Although Zhao Chen has never been injured in battle, no one has the ability to harm him.

But the pain Zhao Chen felt at this moment far surpassed the pain of a sword piercing his heart.

Amid cheers from the fans, Zhao Chen slowly opened the car door, listlessly lowering his head.

He walked slowly and aimlessly, feeling weak all over.

Riven is probably already in heaven by now, while Zhao Chen has run away like a coward.

He didn't know what the meaning of his continued life was; he wanted to understand his own existence.

But he couldn't do that, because he was a true warrior, a handsome, refined, and powerful berserker, and he had to live, to live for his beliefs.

"I need to retrieve Riven's body and bring it back to the original world to see if those powerful doctors can revive her."

"Come on in, Brother Zhao Chen, have a few baskets of steamed buns at my shop." The steamed bun shop owner warmly came out of the shop to greet Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen remained silent, seemingly not having heard at all.

"From now on, you can eat as many steamed buns as you want at my shop, all for free. You have no idea how good my business has been since my shop was vandalized, all thanks to you." The steamed bun shop owner touched the bandage on his face, which was still healing.

"Is there any way to make me stronger?" Zhao Chen only said this one sentence coldly.

"You are invincible and unrivaled, you are strong enough."

"No, I'm still too weak. I can't protect anyone."

"I couldn't even protect Riven; she might have already left this world."

“Miss Riven, I’ve heard you say this before, and I believe that under your holy protection, she will not die.”

At this moment, the dense crowd cheered and surged toward Zhao Chen, as if he were a savior, as if Zhao Chen had saved them all.

"Stop flattering me, just tell me how to become stronger in this world?"

"Perhaps, perhaps you need a weapon, something stronger than the iron sword you forged before, even if it's just a tiny bit stronger."

"Yes, yes, the fat woman is right. Even if Zhao Chen is invincible, he can't always be empty-handed and without fighting."

"Defeat martial arts with a kitchen knife."

Zhao Chen was speechless; he remained silent.

Chapter 1063 Zhao Chen Does Not Have a World-Destroying Artifact

"Stop talking nonsense and stop praising me to death, I'm begging you."

"Can we talk about serious matters?" Zhao Chen grew increasingly desperate amidst the cheers; he was about to...

They've gone mad.

Have you ever thought about this?

"The desert empire's enslavement of you? Are you truly satisfied?"

"Their lives are so prosperous, while you are poor and backward."

Are you willing to submit to them?

"Do they treat you like human beings? How much tax do you have to pay on your income?"

"70% must be handed over, otherwise I'll be blacklisted."

"They drink and enjoy themselves every day."

"They kidnapped your people and sold them into slavery in the palace."

"But they protected our safety. I love the desert empire, I love my country."

"Yes, the Desert Empire gave us order, making this world free of criminals."

"Look, look there, those are cameras. This 100% comprehensive surveillance provides us with security."

"Our beloved king gives us the value of life, allowing us to work every day and have food to eat every day."

"Yes, what's a little tax?"

People left Zhao Chen speechless; although they admired Zhao Chen, it was clear they admired the king even more.

"No, we are all slaves, we are all exploited, we, the 923, are going to revolt, we are going to rebel!" A dirty little boy dressed in animal skin clothes was shouting.

He was short and small, with dark skin, a big nose, thick eyebrows, small eyes, and high brow bones, and he was bald.

He's quite young, probably around 13 years old.

Although he was short and emaciated, he gave off a very capable impression.

Suddenly he covered his mouth, because almost everyone around him was staring at him.

Perhaps because of Zhao Chen's power, people dared not confront him directly.

The crowd gathered around the thin little boy.