Marvel Book of Magical Events

Star Castle is not a city on the planet, but a transfer station and dock floating in the void. All space is quite precious. The urban street sewage system that ordinary cities should have does not exist in Star Castle. There are only temporarily constructed city streets and A sewage recycling system composed of steel and concrete.

The road Maximus walked has been abandoned for many years, and the domestic sewage of many residents in the core area has also been discharged here. The level of filth is enough to make anyone's scalp numb, including the criminals who followed him, many of whom were originally Born in such a slum - Maximus turned a deaf ear to the criminals' requests and continued walking towards the battlefield - seeing that Maximus was unwilling to respond, the last few followed him The criminals looked at each other, then turned around and left with their riot maces from the prison arsenal.

Maximus had no reservations.

Others thought he knew where he was going, but in fact he was just following the guidance in his dreams. He had no idea what he was looking for, but his intuition told him that what he found could save Attilan. This alone was enough to drive him forward. Regardless, he considers himself the King of Attilan, the kind and foolish brother who put Attilan in his current situation.

"I must save them." Out of sight, Maximus turned his head and spoke to the wall beside him. Surprisingly, the wall used as a temporary city sewage system actually had rows of statues with angry faces, and Maximus was talking to one of them. "Even if those stupid civilians think I am a traitor, I am the King of Attilan after all. Their lives belong to me, not those human invaders. I am the King of Attilan, you hear? Those The gun fired for me, only I can ring the death knell for the royal family and for Attilan! Yes, I am angry, but I am also calm. I am not my stupid brother, I know what I should do... "

Maximus walked out of the sewage system.

The sound of hurried footsteps came closer and closer, and the sound of heavy and panicked breathing was like a blower turning on in an alley.

"Except for me, no one in the royal family is willing to set foot in such a filthy place. My hypocritical brother only knows how to sit on the throne and rule gloriously, and has no idea about the filthy and evil places in Attilan. ." Maximus walked out of the corner at the right time, and he looked at the group of civilians wearing simple combat uniforms and holding weapons with interest. He intuitively judged the group of deserters. After all, this route was not the shortest path to the battlefield, and only residents living in slums could clearly understand this labyrinth of criss-crossing narrow roads.

"Hey!" he yelled at the deserter, "Where are you going, bro?"

Several weapons pointed their launchers at him, then put them down again, and the hostility disappeared in an instant. The men with weapons laughed. Maximus has changed into civilian clothes, and long-term malnutrition has made him very thin. He looks like a poor man who has lived in this area for a long time, and is not qualified to receive the Terrigen mutation (or only receives a small amount of it). Terrigen mutated and still looks like an ordinary human), instead of being a member of the royal family who enjoys plenty of fresh food every day.

"Follow us, brother. The king wants us to go to the front line to die. We can't stay in this place." The largest man in the team spat on the ground. It seemed that he was the leader of this team. Maximus could understand this phenomenon. In times of war, only those who possess violence can have a higher social status. "My cousin worked in the field hospital. He told me that those with obvious mutant characteristics were dead, and only those who looked the same as humans could survive. We found a place to hide from the war, and when the war was over, those royal families were all dead. , we will be fine."

"Is there anything to eat?"

"Ha!" Several people in the team laughed. Obviously, this wasn't the first time they'd heard this question asked. "Yes, of course! Now the security forces have gone to surround the royal area. The vegetable farms and livestock farms are unguarded. We plan to do a job and feed the wives and children at home. Although I don't like the royal family assigned to me Women don’t like my little brat either, but we have to feed them. Come with us, brother, we don’t have much time. If the battle line is pushed here, those human soldiers will not show mercy when they see us holding weapons. .”

The team leader took out a nutritional block wrapped in a plastic sealed bag from his pocket. The beige block had multiple teeth marks on it. "We will not give up any of our brothers like those cold-blooded royal dogs." He deliberately slowed down his speech, "Eat, brothers. Only when we are full can we have the strength to defend our lives."

"Thank you." Maximus said sincerely. He stretched out his muddy hand and took the arm of the team leader. The latter accepted it readily and even patted him on the shoulder. "Thank you very much," he said to everyone on the team. "The help you provide is crucial to me."

"I didn't know you knew these advanced vocabulary..."

The last sentence was not finished, and Maximus was not in the mood to listen.

Something was broken, a certain will was forcibly modified and condensed in the invisible world, and the power of darkness glowing with black oil flashed through his eyes. Maximus reluctantly suppressed the crazy thoughts in his heart that he wanted to tear apart all the creatures in front of him, let go of the arm of the overly burly leader of the team, turned around and walked towards the direction from which the team came. The civilians holding weapons followed him silently, their eyes losing their yearning and enthusiasm for future life, and their worries about the current situation.

"Their limbs are controlled by me, and their minds surrender to my will. This is the obligation they should fulfill." Maximus looked at the air aside and said to himself. He took out a knife and cut shallow wounds on the manipulated person, and then used the wounds to form words that he did not understand at all. The words formed symbols with symbolic meaning, and they were indifferent to such pain. Nothing is known. He didn't know why he was doing this, he was just following his instincts. "Don't worry, I can still accommodate more minds. I am stronger now. I can forge these weak people into war weapons and make them indestructible." He responded to the whisper in his ear, "Yes... I need to go The front lines, the Villain Clan and the Ghost Clan... although they are disgustingly ugly, under these circumstances it is only possible to make them useful in the war."

Aparisha stared at the billowing black smoke rising not far away. The flash of the melta warhead was clearly visible in the oily black smoke. External defenses have been built, and defense measures such as mines, barbed wire, prefabricated trenches, and laser turrets are all facing the Inhuman settlement. With the help of large-scale engineering equipment, the defenses in front of different Inhuman settlements are all connected together to facilitate the rapid mobilization of different attacking teams.

"A few more rounds of shelling." Apalisha looked at the collapsed building and was not satisfied.

The strength of the buildings in the Attilan Inhuman settlement far exceeded his expectations, most likely because these building materials were made from dismantled Star Fortress armor. The mission he accepted was to reduce the outermost layer of the Inhuman settlement to rubble, leaving possible guerrillas unable to retreat, and forcing those mutants to engage in a head-on battle with the genetically modified warriors.

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