Marvel's Necromancer

Three armed jeeps with machine guns rolled up clouds of sand and lined up into the valley.

On the sand dunes in the distance, the reflection of the lens flickered.

Ivan put away the telescope and calculated.

"There are five more that haven't come back."

Ivan changed his plan a few days ago. He no longer worried about his whereabouts being exposed. He switched from picking up leaks on the battlefield to hunting the army that hindered him. After the change of actions, the souls Ivan collected suddenly exceeded the total of the previous month. After successively destroying several jeep squads that were burning, killing and looting, Ivan collected dozens of living souls and activated several skills at once.

But this also alerted the gangster-like troops, and all the teams outside were called back, but this also made it easier for Ivan to find their lair.

After hunting for several days, the resentment in Ivan's heart had long since dissipated. Anyway, I had to fight a few more, and collect some souls. If I go back this time, I won't have such a good opportunity next time.

He lay in ambush outside this camp for two days, but armed men kept coming in and out. Ivan never found an opportunity for him to catch them all, and he didn't plan to wait any longer.

He had exceeded his goal of coming to the Middle East and had been away from New York for more than a month, and he began to worry about the plot.

Ending with this camp. Ivan grabbed the wand stuck in the sand, slid from the top of the dune to the bottom, patted the sand on his white robe, and walked towards the valley alone.

The soldiers on duty in front of the valley were bragging lazily. Although they were on guard at this time, who else would come to such a stupid place except themselves?

A soldier with a turban was about to go to the side to urinate. His companion suddenly patted him on the shoulder and stopped him.

Damn it, you don’t even let people pee? He looked unhappy and wanted to greet the person who stopped him, but heard him say:

"Do you see someone over there?"

How could anyone pass by such a ghost place? Deliberately sending it to your door as their toy? He turned around and looked over, and there was really a person!

Ivan held the wand in his left hand and walked slowly to a distance of less than 200 meters from the valley. Only then did the soldiers notice him and waved the guns in their hands at him, speaking in Arabic or Persian. Or some other language, shouting at him non-stop.

Ivan couldn't understand what was said, but it was nothing more than raising his hands and covering his head with his hands. He continued to maintain the same pace as before, waving the wand in his hand, and several bags bulged out from the nearby sand. Nine tall, ferocious skeletons crawled out from the sandy bottom, raised the scimitar in his hand, and rushed towards the distant place. Soldier.

Have the soldiers ever seen this kind of monster that only appears in legends? They yelled in panic, hid behind the sandbag bunker, grabbed the guns in their hands and fired randomly in the direction of the group of monsters.

Several translucent bone shields formed on Ivan's side, blocking several stray bullets. He stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the soldiers in the distance.

The red light twisted into a strange symbol above their heads and then disappeared.

The soldiers standing guard were so panicked that they didn't notice anything strange above their heads.

A soldier aimed at the rushing skeleton, pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit its ribs, but it only staggered the skeleton warrior, leaving no damage to his ribs. The soldier who fired the gun screamed, and a bloody hole burst out in his chest. His strange death caused his companions to collapse to the ground.

"Not very skilled yet." Ivan was not satisfied with the accuracy of his curse release, and only covered three people.

"What happened outside?" A group of heavily armed gangsters rushed out of the valley. Before they could see what was happening, they subconsciously shot at random outside the valley.

Ivan raised his wand again, this time summoning a clay demon.

"what happened?"

"what happened?"

People who came to support were alarmed to find that the yellow sand began to flow under their feet, making them unstable.

"roar~"

A huge roar came from behind them, and a huge monster made of yellow sand emerged from the sand behind them.

"What kind of monster is this!" Someone grabbed the automatic rifle in his hand and fired wildly at the clay stone demon. The result was only small sand pits on the stone demon, which were quickly filled and disappeared by the flowing yellow sand.

The Clay Stone Demon waved its giant arm and punched the enemy closest to it, sending it flying several meters away. After landing, it remained motionless and silent.

"Help!" "So many devils!"

At this time, the Skeleton Warriors had already charged to their side. The Skeleton Warrior who was at the forefront jumped up high and turned the scimitar he slashed out. A head with a twisted face rolled to the ground, and blood spurted out from the neck section. Blood was sprinkled all over the upper body of the skeletal warrior.

The ferocious skeletons covered in blood frightened several enemies not far away. They shouted in fear, turned around and ran away. The next moment they were knocked away by the rampaging clay stone demon.

"Quick, quick, quick! Someone is invading! Go out for support!"

From outside the iron gate of the prison deep in the cave, shouts in Arabic mixed with the local dialect came from the distance.

Ivan made an earth-shattering noise outside and attracted most of their attention. No one discovered that two prisoners were secretly planning to escape from here.

"What are they talking about?" After being imprisoned for a month, the disgraced Tony Stark accelerated the movement of stuffing himself into the pile of iron cases. He could not understand the local language and could only ask Ethan in confusion. .

"It seems there is a problem outside." Ethan glanced at the door anxiously. Additional changes in the original plan made him feel uneasy.

"Follow the original plan." Tony warned worriedly, stretching out his arm so that Ethan could install the parts.

"Let me go and check the situation." Ethan glanced at the prison door again and couldn't help but run over to check the situation. He lay on the iron door and listened for a while.

"How's the situation?" Stark asked Ethan, who came back, about the situation outside.

Nervously, Ethan misunderstood what he meant. He lowered his head to observe the operation of the mecha and replied, "It's running very well."

He raised his head, saw Tony's expression, and realized that he might have been wrong. He licked his dry lips.

"It's very chaotic outside, I don't know, but the guard at the door seems to have withdrawn."

"Go and complete the final power transmission, Ethan." The more critical the situation, the less likely it is to lose control of one's position. Stark told Ethan to carry out the original plan.

Ethan wiped the sweat from his head, clenched his fists, turned around and ran to the computer, placing his hands on the keyboard, recalling how to operate it.

"Buckle it up for me." The steel mecha hadn't finished downloading the driver, and Tony Stark, who was wearing an iron shell, couldn't even lift his hands.

"I heard gunfire, something happened outside." Ethan wiped the sweat from his head and struggled to close the iron buckle. "They must come over later to check on the situation."

"It doesn't matter if it's ugly, as long as it works." Tony twisted his neck with difficulty. He couldn't see the iron door behind him at all.

"When you go out later, remember to clear the data station and follow me. Do you understand? Ethan, Ethan? Are you listening?" Tony told Ethan some things to pay attention to, but he found that Ethan was not listening at all. .

Ethan stared at the slow driver on the computer screen in a daze, not listening to Tony at all. He suddenly turned around and ran to the iron gate, and frantically began to dismantle the bomb they had hung at the prison door.

"Ethan what are you doing?" Tony called softly.

"We still need some time." Ethan ran back to the workbench holding the disassembled bomb, not knowing what he was tinkering with.

Soon, Ethan walked back to the mecha holding the bomb that was split into several pieces, and said to him seriously:

"Okay, I'm going to buy some time."

"Follow the original plan." Tony advised and struggled a few times, but the unactivated iron armor restrained him tightly like a coffin.

As he said that, he threw a bomb and blew open the iron door. Before the smoke completely dissipated, Ethan rushed out with the crudely modified bomb.

"Damn it, Ethan, stick to the original plan!" After Tony shouted, he could only stare at the laptop on the workbench slowly transmitting the progress bar, praying in his heart that Ethan could hold on.