The Death Knell

Half an hour later, Tony and his party returned to the rotunda again. The knitting master remained the same, continuing to spin his fate silently, taking off the thread scribbled on the Internet.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

For whatever reason, the Iron Man hit his head unhappily when he came back, as if he was very dissatisfied with himself.

But this time the number of people who came back far exceeded the number of people who went there, reaching as many as a hundred people, squeezing the interior of the small room like canned sardines.

However, as the adjutant projection appeared, she raised her hand, the metal wall rolled up like a tide, and the space inside the room expanded hundreds of times. The only thing that remained unchanged was the position of the column and the spider web.

"I noticed that you rescued some survivors, Iron Man. Now I want to inspect and disinfect these people."

The adjutant smiled and greeted the newcomers in a very gentle and kind manner.

"Originally I could do better, I could save more people." Tony in yellow and blue armor squatted down, covering his face in pain: "But those viruses spread too fast, the speed of mutation It's far beyond my imagination. Not only can it spread through the air, but it can also infect insects, animals and plants..."

At this time, another Iron Man wearing golden and red armor walked out of the crowd. The armor of this iron man was a bit broken. It was obviously that he had gone through a great battle, and he was also apathetic.

But the man forced a smile, squatted beside the 40K iron man, patted his shoulder and comforted:

"Okay, man, you have done enough. Those of us who have survived, everyone owes you favors. What are you doing? Saying that you are useless is not just cursing me and also rubbish? Brother, I am another you, but far inferior to you. Don't show off anymore, I've seen enough."

"This is not to show off, but a scientist's strict requirements for himself... Forget it, what you need now is not what I say, but to check immediately to see if there is any zombie virus, and then find a place. Have a good rest, Miss Adjutant?"

"Please wait a minute, this robot lady." A blonde woman walked out of the crowd. She was wearing a Pozi flag uniform and holding a shield painted with Pozi flag. It was the leader of the Avengers, British captain Peggy Carter: "I I would like to ask, is our universe really hopeless?"

"I'm sorry, yes." The adjutant brought out a three-dimensional projection of the earth, which was almost covered with dense red dots. The planet looked like an alternative sun: "According to the data I have observed, your earth is 99.9999999% of all living creatures have been infected, and at this time, the evolved zombies have occupied the Milky Way, and all the planets you know have also fallen, and there is no possibility of recovery."

"What if you use time gems and infinite gloves?"

Peggy is still a little bit unwilling to give up, because the 40K Iron Man has already told them what will happen to the infected universe.

"It is currently known that this zombie virus is a variant of the hunger virus. It is a combination of technology and magic. Any unilateral resistance is invalid, and there is no supreme mage in your universe." The adjutant still had that smiling face, like Like the polite clerk in a fast food restaurant: "The concept of the universe has been contaminated. As for reversing time, you don't have that ability."

"We have Doctor Strange! He is the Supreme Mage!"

Wolverine jumped out, still holding a man with a mustache in his hand, but that Strange was as thin as a wood, as if it could be blown down by a gust of wind, and started coughing up blood just by being pulled.

It's not over yet, the short, strong man still rubbed the whole body of the mage rudely, as if trying to find the gem of time.

The puppet girl glanced at the poor doctor, a sympathetic expression flashed in her two big eyes, and slowly shook her head: "You don't understand what a true Supreme Mage is... Infected, I will allocate temporary housing for you next."

As he said, the adjutant projected a string of earth again, with notes floating beside it, from 40K-3 to 40K-6, there was a place marked "Little Rich Universe".

The last universe seemed to be unfinished, it looked like a ball-shaped puzzle, and just in this time, there was a steady stream of fragments being piled on the ball.

"Our Supreme Master’s death knell has long been arranged. You, your relatives and friends, who have been rescued, can choose to settle in a universe. If you don’t want to live on these earth-like planets that I have shown, I can also create a new planet for you to live in. ."

The doll waved its hand to let those projections float on the crowd, and zoomed in on the ‘refugee star’ so that they could choose by themselves.

These planets have obvious man-made traces. There are no continents at all. There are only square islands on the ocean, like a chess board, with numbers written on them.

"Shaping the planet? How is this possible..." An exclamation came from the crowd.

"Nothing is impossible. In the Middle Ages, no one could understand what it means to reclaim the sea and make land."

The adjutant's hands dropped naturally, overlapping in front of the lower abdomen:

"This zombie crisis will affect the entire multiverse. There will only be more and more refugees. If you don't pick a good place first, then in the future there will probably only be regional plots like the North and South Pole. If you have a favorite location, you should do it sooner. choose."

The refugees were moved. After all, the people rescued were not only superheroes, but also some lucky civilians and superhero families.

For example, Spider-Man’s Aunt May, Tony’s secretary Pepper, Captain Page’s niece, etc. They really need a place to settle.

Although this fate is big, it is clear that there are only toilets and infirmaries, which are not enough for refugees to rest.

"Have we become refugees? Seriously, I never thought that this title would fall on me in the past." Tony Stark, who was rescued from the British world, calmed down first, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com returned to the crowd and hugged his secretary, and looked up at the earth projection: "But I'm curious, why are there no 40K-1 and 40K-2?"

"40K-1 is a dangerous quarantine area. People infected with the zombie virus and in the incubation period will be sent there to cooperate with the development of the serum." Unexpectedly, the robot answered, as if very magnanimous: "And 40K-2 It is a haunted and mysterious world. The Supreme Master Death Knell is studying it, and it is currently not suitable for human habitation."

"In that case, they are actually parallel worlds of your earth, so we are in another multiverse?" The iron man in red armor asked again, his arms around his girlfriend's waist tightened involuntarily.

"They are indeed parallel universes of the 40K Earth, but they are not complete. They are closed loops formed by the flow of time. You don't understand magic. It is difficult for me to explain to you. You only need to know that under the protection of the death knell, you will be safe. "

The dolls were talking, and the projection was enlarged again, as if urging them to choose quickly.

"If it hadn't been for the sudden crisis that had broken my nerves, I would have laughed out loud. An AI actually said magical things. This is too magical." The iron man in red armor looked at Peggy: " Captain, you can choose, but I suggest not to choose the islands around the equator, it is too hot."

The blonde woman sighed and looked at the tired faces of the survivors behind her: "I choose Lot No. 70 on the 40K-3."

The so-called land parcel is a square ground floating in the sea, surrounded by sea on all sides. It is a grid on a ‘checkerboard’, but it has an area of ​​about ten square kilometers, which is enough for these survivors anyway.

The death knell known as the true supreme mage seems to have been prepared long ago. There are houses built on these plots, and they are waiting for people to move in...