vncnus Chapter 136 The Disgusting "Hero"
Chapter 136 The Disgusting "Hero"
"So what exactly are those guys from the other world doing?"
Zombie Iron Man and Zombie Reed each grabbed a "person" and were gnawing on them, their mouths dripping with oil—or rather, with blood.
If we ignore the objects they are eating, each one a living human being with a similar physical form to them, perhaps this is just a gluttonous feast.
However, from the zombies' perspective, this was indeed a feast for them.
Didn't you see that the zombie Hulk next to you has already eaten a mountain of bones?
This guy has even become picky now, only eating meat and not bones.
This scene, which is in no way inferior to the mountain of corpses and sea of blood described in the Lion Camel Ridge in a certain Journey to the West, seems somewhat realistic at this moment.
Compared to those simpletons who eat when they're hungry and sleep when they're full, the few smart guys are having a meeting together.
Whether it's Hank Pym, Ant-Man in Yellow Jacket, Reed Richards, Mister Fantastic, or Tony Stark, these three individuals, who are arguably the most intelligent in the universe, finally had their previously incomplete intelligence come online after they had filled their stomachs.
"I can't piece together any more information from the available news. All I see is our blond boy rushing to the other side, being thrown back, then carrying more guys across, and then being thrown back again."
Zombie Tony glanced at the zombie sentinel in the distance, who was practically competing with the Hulk to see who could eat more amidst the sea of blood.
After eating his fill, the sentry seemed to enter the same hibernation state as the Hulk next to him.
After all, the sky is constantly raining down "rain" of human flesh and blood.
The taste of this human flesh was exactly the same as freshly made, without any difference.
And these "things" don't run away, they don't even have souls, and they won't arouse their last remaining shred of conscience—
Even the little spider abandoned its conscience and began to eat voraciously.
Is this a good thing?
Zombie Reed didn't think so.
He shook his head and looked up at the sky.
To them, that equally blood-red planet was so conspicuous.
So far, they haven't been able to send any information to that world. Even their temporarily modified drone system was blasted into pieces before it even got there.
Moreover, they could clearly see that at the beginning, several white individuals flew over here and then disappeared.
They didn't think it was just a matter of the other side setting off a few fireworks.
It's obvious that something in their world knows about their existence and what they need.
"The other side should know who we are and what our current situation is, but I can't be sure whether they are superheroes or supervillains."
Hank Pym, having broken two more thigh bones, gnawed away while looking at the countless human flesh and blood figures behind him—men and women, old and young, even those of different skin colors.
Moreover, in order to improve the taste, they even threw over a few Skrulls.
It was precisely this "thoughtful and meticulous" care that left them somewhat confused: if it were a supervillain, they would have already rushed over and fought them; if it were a superhero... would they do something so immoral?
"clang!!!"
With a deafening clang of metal clashing, the minds of all the zombies jolted. Countless zombies climbed to higher ground, gazing at the enormous white creature that had suddenly appeared on the edge of the city in the distance.
"That looks like a mechanical giant."
"Yes, and it looks a bit like a dragon's head."
To some extent, Galactron, known as the "White Dragon," retains some dragon-like features in its appearance.
Its extremely long head, resembling a long strip, combined with its incomparably sacred white body and arms that can transform into pincers and cannon barrels, exudes a certain sacred beauty while also possessing a primal sense of mechanical heaviness.
"Are those weapons from that world? But if they're here, why aren't they waging war against us, instead..."
Zombie Tony was confused, and Zombie Mr. Fantastic looked at each other in bewilderment.
They were quite certain that their brains hadn't turned into mush due to zombification; in fact, they might have become even clearer.
They just couldn't understand: what was the point of throwing such a huge iron block into their world and then doing nothing but staying there?
"I have an idea. If the other world can provide us with food without limit, then strictly speaking, we don't need to have any life-or-death crisis with them."
We could even "raise" it, form an alliance with it, and have it continuously provide us with a constant supply of food. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
At this moment, the zombie Hank Pym suddenly came up with an "incredibly clever" method.
The other zombies immediately understood after hearing this – that's right!
As long as they get the other party to create so many endless "vegetative" humans, then they won't need to do those things against their will anymore.
Although hunger makes any act against their will seem insignificant, it is still a solution, isn't it?
"But are we... still heroes now? And why would they help us?"
The little spider said somewhat disappointedly.
To this day, he still feels guilty.
After all, as a hero with a "living conscience," the fact that he personally ate his girlfriend and Aunt Mei is truly a bit...
Spider-Man's words at that moment were undoubtedly a heavy blow, striking the hearts of all "people".
"He's right, we've all been doing the wrong thing. So we need to make sure we don't hurt anyone right now."
After thinking it over, they finally convinced themselves in this way.
The little spider remained silent.
He gazed at Captain America, whom he had once idolized—
They have no right to criticize anyone.
But what is certain is that when they fell into the path of zombies, they all changed to some extent, and their once upright moral qualities were worn away.
Even Spider-Man thought that if they were really heroes, they should all commit suicide when they were bitten by zombies.
Instead of continuing to drag such a crippled body around, desecrating everything from his past like a monster.
However, there's no need to pay attention to these subtle, calculating glances.
Even the Sentinel, the only one qualified to be above all the heroes, chose not to use his brain and continued to live his current "simple life".
And in the sky, in a corner where none of them could see.
Uranus asked Hanlu, who was standing nearby, in bewilderment:
"Why haven't you made a move yet? With the power of your mechanical giants, it should be easy for you to wipe out this world, leaving only a so-called 'zombie sentinel.' What are you waiting for?"
Hanlu shook her head.
All I can tell you is that we need to continue waiting.
The best time hasn't come yet; I need to ensure I maximize my profits in this universe.
Hanlu looked at all the special points on the timeline of this universe's past or future with some surprise—
For example, the Fantastic Four from the Ultimate Universe 1610 might be wiped out here, and then Black Panther and the Human Torch from the Main Universe 616 might appear on some planet in this universe in the future.
It can only be said that in this comic book universe where there aren't many high-level deities watching over him, while he couldn't completely stop the zombie outbreak to some extent, he also fundamentally created a huge profit-making opportunity for him.
At least when he used a program from another computer to connect to this computer to check messages, there was no firewall program that could block him.
"What are you waiting for?"
"I'm waiting for it."
The Cold Dew season has finally begun.
Uranus also looked up, gazing at the silver meteor in the Milky Way.