Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

The monster lying on the ground had its pale pupils peering through the gap between the two, looking at Hanlu in the distance as she casually placed the jeweled glove on Belfast's hand.

Amidst the mournful roar, it seemed to still want to launch an attack, but a laser beam swept past Thor's flank!

With only one arm left, the zombie queen had no power to dodge!

She could only watch in horror as the attack, which terrified even her already dead cells, struck her.

Unlike those attacks that easily kill zombies.

The zombie queen watched in horror as patches of flesh and blood grew back on her skeletal hands.

What should have been a scene of rebirth appeared so ridiculous and absurd in her case.

"No! I...am not...willing...to...accept..."

It's like a stain on clothes getting rubbed with dish soap; no matter how stubborn it is, under that constant rubbing, it will eventually...

Thor, holding his hammer, seemed to want to do something else.

"Look closely, Thor, she's no longer a disgusting zombie."

The woman's voice carried a unique heroic spirit characteristic of military women, and coupled with her previous arrogant fighting style, he even felt that she was no less formidable than a Valkyrie.

As he paused for a moment, the woman's withered skin on the ground had somehow returned to its normal appearance.

Ok.

If they were still facing that repulsive zombie queen, they could fight her to the end in a hundred different ways; it was simply a matter of how many more hits they could get at her and where to aim their attacks more effectively.

However, as the creature in front of me regained its human-like form, even though it only had a head and half an arm left, at least it still looked like a person.

Besides, they had fought side by side against Ultron.

At least Thor couldn't bring himself to kill a former comrade.

He looked at the figure that had suddenly appeared with some annoyance, then quickly turned his axe around and slapped the other man on the forehead, knocking him to the ground. He then raised Thor's hammer and gently put it down.

Rumble.

"Stay quiet."

Thor pointed angrily at the woman on the ground who seemed completely disoriented.

A trace of human emotion and warmth finally seeped into the other person's crystallized pupils, but there was still more astonishment and panic.

Hanlu, also being supported by Belfast, looked at the figure crushed by Thor's hammer, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

In fact, even now, the other party can still be recognized by the hammer – after all, the spell on Thor's hammer has now been cast by Thor himself instead of Odin.

The so-called "qualification" is nothing more than an extension of Thor's own will.

With Scarlet Witch's mastery of chaos magic, breaking free from her restraints should have been effortless.

Unfortunately, at this moment, she may be caught in the collapse and reconstruction of her entire life beliefs.

John appeared, staggering as he held the Evolution Truster (gun form).

When he was browsing skills in the Meta Realm earlier, he noticed a rather awkward ability.

It doesn't have much destructive power, but it has a magical effect—

Based on the Reality and Mind Gems and powered by the Soul Gem, it is possible to reverse zombies back to their original appearance to some extent!

Just now, amidst the horde of thousands of zombies, he attempted to release them, and indeed, a small group of zombies shrouded in light transformed back into human form.

Is this a good thing?

of course!

But what if these "newborn" humans still appear in the middle of a sea of ​​corpses?

That would be the cruelest joke.

Those who had just regained their senses were quickly driven back to despair by the biting and excruciating pain, or died outright.

John further discovered that the light was not a panacea—it could only reverse the effects on zombies whose limbs were relatively intact and who had not suffered fatal injuries.

Those who are incomplete or severely injured die quickly upon regaining their human form due to unbearable trauma.

After all, zombies are creatures that don't follow any conventional logic; even if they're just heads, they can still spin around twice.

Humans, on the other hand, clearly cannot do this.

The result of forced treatment is that it is so hasty and limited.

After unleashing this technique, he was suddenly overcome by a suffocating feeling of exhaustion.

It goes without saying that the effort required to save thousands of zombies is enough to annihilate hundreds of thousands of corpses.

What an absurd exchange ratio.

Soaring through the sky, he looked at the countless dense hordes of corpses around him. He had already consumed 90% of his energy, but he felt that he had not caused any damage at all.

Billions of ordinary zombies.

Hundreds of thousands of super-powered zombies.

A group of dozens of small-sized celestial beings.

Too much.

There's no way to kill them all.

Even horses are the same.

His soldier's instincts made him immediately realize how inefficient this was, so he had no choice but to calm himself down and continue the bloody cleanup.

Knowing the plan well, he understood that only when the gem was completely back in their hands would they have a chance to resolve everything completely!

But he also remembered that this was ultimately an opportunity, a chance to risk his life for one last gamble when all else seemed lost!

He would rather die than face his former comrades.

However, to his surprise, the skill he had memorized was accidentally released by the Evolved Trustee in its pistol form at this moment, and it hit the target precisely.

He couldn't say whether it was intentional or accidental.

All he saw was a monster frantically trying to pounce on his companion.

In desperation, having finally finished off all his enemies and exhausted his energy, all he could do was transform his weapon into a pistol and fire at them.

The effect is remarkable.

At least for the zombie queen who has no strength left, no matter how much she resists this power that turns decay into magic, she has to face reality.

But for them, who are alive and well, this has become a difficult decision.

When faced with wild beasts that cannot communicate and have no reason, they can certainly fight with all their might without any scruples.

But when facing a former comrade, especially one disguised as a woman and an old friend, an indescribable sense of awkwardness pervades everyone's heart.

A few people silently watched the woman on the ground, subdued by the thunder.

When Scarlet Witch looked up, she was met with a complex mix of gazes from the crowd—anger, regret, and even a hint of awkwardness.

But without a doubt, deep within every gaze burned a raging inferno of fury for her sins.

No one will plead for her.

Her actions deserve to be punished even if she were to die a hundred times.

"I'm sorry. But! I! Am! Not! Will! Accept! This!"

The Scarlet Witch uttered in a low voice, then closed her eyes and even slightly turned her head, fully exposing her slender and delicate neck.

It's hard to say what the humanity that has returned at this moment really means. At least Hanlu has already determined that, for Chaos Magic, turning back into a human might not be a difficult thing for her at all, but she no longer cares about that.

In this apocalyptic world, nothing she does needs to be judged by law or morality.

But in what could be described as a conscious act of seeking death, Thor finally shed his last psychological burden.

He raised his battle axe high, his eyes as fierce and resolute as when he slashed at Thanos years ago—

With a swift movement, the axe fell.

The head that had once been filled with chaos and sorrow rolled to the ground, its red hair stained with filth.

Amidst the splattering of blood, the body completely transformed back into a cold corpse.

Everything returned to deathly silence.

"We won, cheer up!"

Thor tried to smile and open his arms as if to give a hug.

But neither John, who unintentionally turned the witch back into a human, nor Cold Dew, who orchestrated the end, responded.

Hanlu staggered to the Scarlet Witch's corpse and stared at the head whose face still bore traces of tears.

He knelt down and gently covered her still-open eyes with his hand.

And the instant his palm touched her cold eyelids—

A faint crimson light seeped from the corner of her eye, wrapping around Hanlu's fingers as if it were alive.

He raised his hand in astonishment, staring at the red glow in his palm that was identical to the Reality Stone on the Infinity Gauntlet, and remained silent for a long time.

After expressing their feelings, the survivors looked at each other in silence.

"Let's go back." Hanlu finally straightened up, her voice hoarse. "Tell everyone... we won."

Everyone turned around, none of them looking back.

No one came to collect her body.

She doesn't deserve it.

Her best ending would be to remain forever on this scorched earth that has buried countless lives, until she decays into ashes.

but.

For some reason, walking through the last days of the Cold Dew season, I vaguely heard a faint, almost illusory murmur carried on the wind. The sound was familiar yet distant, like a confession from the depths of hell, or a murmur of liberation:

God has bestowed upon me classic texts, mastering the art of strategy and tactics, the king of law and reason…