Marvel Movie Destruction

"These guys are the warriors you picked?" Someone asked without interest, looking at the hundreds of strong orcs and barbarians standing in front of them.

There is no way, although Saruman does his best to do things, but the so-called taller among the dwarfs is inherently insufficient, no matter how much tossing it can be?

These selected guys are indeed stronger than ordinary cannon fodder, but their strength is limited. Anyway, in someone's opinion, they are all things that can be killed with one finger, and there is not much difference.

"Yes, my lord, they are warriors selected by their subordinates from tens of thousands of elite soldiers. Each of them has the ability to fight against many, and they are no worse than the knights of Rohan!" Saruman looked at his face and did not look very good-looking. , hurriedly lowered his head to report.

If the combat power of an ordinary farmer is five, then the combat power of the strong orcs should be eight, and the combat power of these selected guys is probably around twelve or three.

Rohan is known as the country of knights. It is said that tens of thousands of cavalry can be mobilized across the country, but knights and cavalry are completely two concepts!

A cavalryman is a person who can call himself a cavalryman while riding a horse as long as he doesn't fall off. In addition to having the corresponding equipment and skills as a squire, every knight also automatically has the status of a noble.

Even if it is only the lowest-ranked nobles, they are nobles, and they come from masters with separate fiefs!

The residents of each knight's private territory are not counted in the population of Rohan, so in fact, if these hidden populations are counted, there are probably about 200,000 Rohans!

Although this number sounds like a big street office to someone, it is much better than the 60,000 people on paper.

"Let them divide it!" Someone took out a tube of bright blue reagent directly from his pocket and threw it to Saruman.

"Yes, my lord!" Saruman replied with some pain, looking at the ingenious test tube in his hand.

As a white-robed wizard devoted to scientific research, Saruman felt that he could definitely be regarded as the most knowledgeable and wise man in Middle-earth, but when he got this test tube in his hand, he was still shocked by the precision of this thing.

The double protection of silver and white, the pure glass without any impurities, the blue sky-like spiral design, and the six-sided umbrella logo that seems to be naturally generated, everything fully shows that this thing is definitely not based on the current technological conditions. can be manufactured.

Even Vera, who claims to be omnipotent, can't make something so delicate.

After all, there is a specialization in the art industry. Although the Villars have the ability to make mortals incredible, their aesthetics and vision remain in their own world. This kind of novelty can only be copied by the Villars, and it is absolutely impossible for them to develop themselves.

Originally, Saruman originally thought that the other party was a clone sent by an unwilling Vera, because this kind of thing has happened in history, compared to the garden of the gods. To be a low-level god, there are still some Valas who would rather come to Middle-earth to be a high-level ruler.

But now, Saruman suddenly understands that the origin of his new master is likely to exceed his expectations!

Maybe some otherworldly demon!

Saruman unscrewed the lid, and immediately felt an evil aura rushing out of the test tube. This extreme evil made him almost unable to hold the test tube in his hand.

"Sir? This is...?"

Saruman's face suddenly turned pale, and with his strength, even the Supreme Lord Ring would make him a little jealous at most, but now this thing, let alone touching, simply exudes aura, which has already made him a little unbearable. .

Could it be that what kind of world-destroying magic weapon could not be achieved?

"Let's split it!" Someone waved his hand indifferently, although this was the only T virus stock left on him, but now the T virus has no effect on him, and now it is just a waste.

Besides, if you really want it, just go back to the Resident Evil World. Anyway, I still have a retrospective scroll in my hand, and I can return to the mission world I have been to at any time.

Saruman didn't hesitate any longer, and directly used magic to transform a large tank of water, and then threw the test tube in his hand directly into it.

"One person, one bowl, come in line!"

The leader of the orcs in the first row raised the sea bowl in his hand a little ignorantly, not knowing why the wizard told him to drink this.

It's just that for these strong orcs whose brains are not as big as a walnut, they don't have much ability to think independently at all. Even if the poison is directly applied to the barbecue in front of them, they will devour it.

After all, being poisoned to death is something in the future, so it is only right to eat the barbecued meat in your mouth now, right?

"This is Assoma, the strongest warrior among the strong orcs!" Saruman introduced to someone, pointing to the strong orcs who were drinking from a bowl.

"Roar!"

Hearing the wizard recommending her to the leader, Asoma slammed the bowl in her hand to the ground, then raised her arms and roared like a gorilla.

"Hoo-ah-ah-hoo!"

Originally, Asoma's actions were only normal among the strong orcs. Neither Saruman nor anyone else paid much attention to it, but when Asoma screamed continuously, everyone was stunned. attracted attention to it.

I saw that Asoma's body was constantly twisting and deforming, as if some monster was about to drill out of it.

"Ahhh-"

Asoma lay on the ground screaming constantly, the skin all over his body was festering piece by piece, and then new muscles grew from the rotten places.

The second barbarian leader who was about to drink water was so frightened that his hands and feet went weak, and his originally dark face turned pale.

The wizard called them together, is it going to flay the soul? Refining some strange magic weapon?

The beliefs of this world are very barbaric, and creatures like trolls multiply in the mountains and mountains, so it is not surprising that no matter what kind of evil spirits appear.

In contrast, among the wizards, there are both the fighting type like Gandalf and the scientific research type like Saruman.

And scientific wizards use their souls and bodies to refine evil instruments, isn't it right?

The barbarian leader quietly held the waist knife he was wearing, thinking about whether he could hurt the wizard with a desperate blow.

"Roar!"

Just when he was entangled in his heart and didn't know whether to resist or not, he only heard a roar like a dragon's roar from Asoma's mouth.

"Not bad, alright!"

Seeing that Asoma actually withstood the erosion of the T virus, someone nodded involuntarily.

The general physical quality of human beings in this world is a little stronger than that of earth people, and the strong orcs are much stronger than ordinary people.

The diluted T virus should be able to withstand most of the body strength of the strong orc.

However, it seems that there are some small problems!

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"strength!"

Asoma raised her hand excitedly and roared excitedly.

It is completely different now than it was before!

In the past, Asoma was just a pig-headed man with a height of 1.8 meters. Although his strength and physique were considered outstanding among the strong orcs, let alone a wizard, even a troll could easily crush it.

After all, trolls are generally more than four meters tall and weigh nearly a thousand pounds. Even if they move slowly, as long as they are touched, they will be killed or injured.

If it weren't for the low intelligence of the trolls and the small number of them, the strong orcs could only be regarded as their food!

And now!

After that heart-wrenching pain, Asoma felt like she had been reborn!

It has now skyrocketed to a height of more than three meters, its spine is covered with spines, its left hand has become a shape similar to crab claws, and the five fingers of its right hand have evolved into eagle claws.

Asoma waved his hand sharply, the five fingers of his right hand grabbed directly into the stone wall beside him, and then squeezed hard.

'Crack--'

The stone wall made of high-quality stone was suddenly caught out of a shallow pit!

"strength!"

Asoma grinned sharply, widening its monster-like mouth.

With such a terrifying power, even now facing the Dark Lord Sauron, Asoma has the confidence to fight him!

So after experimenting a little with her newfound power, Asoma dashed towards someone sitting on the throne.

"Hey……"

Someone sighed slightly, why are there always these idiots who get carried away when they get power?

It doesn't even think about it, who gave it this power?

However, the IQ of the strong orcs was originally low, and now they have been eroded by the T virus and burned their brains, thinking about it, they should have no IQ!

Li Qingyuan gently stretched out a finger and met Asoma who was coming towards him!

Asoma grinned and pinched him with the giant claws of his left hand. At first, Asoma was a little afraid of this holy magic god who suddenly appeared, but when he saw the other party being so big, his heart burst into joy.

With his current strength, even a troll is no match for him, not to mention that the giant claw in his left hand is far sharper than those precious steel knives. This guy dares to confront him with his bare hands.

Asoma has already imagined the ending, he clamped the opponent in half with a pair of pliers, and then stepped on the opponent's corpse to become the new orc king!

Orcs will never be slaves, it's time for the Orcs to become the masters of Middle-earth!

Just before it could figure out what it should be like to become an orc queen, it felt a sharp pain in its left hand.

What is the picture of using a needle to poke a balloon?

Although the difference in physical strength between someone and Asoma is not comparable to the difference between a needle and a balloon, it would not take much effort to poke a chopstick into the tofu.

Not to mention Asoma, in fact, someone himself was stunned!

Originally, his idea was to directly resist Asoma's giant claws, and then use his fingers to force him to kneel.

But obviously, when the huge force is concentrated to a point, the force point will only collapse.

His fingers sank directly into Asoma's giant claws, and the stench of blood spurted out of the wound.

'Bear! ’

With someone's reaction speed, it is naturally impossible for the blood to splash on him, so he silently fires the fireball technique in an instant!

"what--"

Starting with the arm, Asoma instantly becomes a human torch.

The powerful regenerative power of the T virus quickly began to operate, and Asoma's body was constantly engulfed and burned by flames, and then quickly recovered.

After tossing and turning like this for about ten minutes, until all the recovered cells in its body lost their vitality, Asoma turned into a pile of dust and fell to the ground with a bang.

Saruman and the others who watched the whole farce were all silent. They didn't know that the reason why Asoma was burned into charcoal, recovered and then burned into charcoal was because the self-healing cells in the body were working, and He simply thought it was the punishment given to Asoma by the Lord of the Holy Law!

After all, being burned alive for ten minutes is a horrible punishment.

With Asoma's lesson learned, the rest of the transformation ceremony went very smoothly. Even if one-third of the guys died on the spot because they couldn't withstand the erosion of the T virus, there were still more than 70 strong ones. The guy becomes a mutilated version of a biochemical monster.

It's a pity that these guys were not as strong as Asoma, and their evolved strength was equivalent to an ordinary biochemical monster!

Obviously, Asoma should be considered a mutant. At that time, Asoma's strength had exceeded the level of ordinary trash fish and reached the standard of a powerful elite unit.

With the fighting power and strong healing power that that guy showed at that time, if he didn't run to the death to challenge someone, he would definitely be considered a heroic existence in Middle-earth. Even if he couldn't compare to Balor, he would definitely become a hegemon. There is no problem.

"My lord, with the strength of these guys now, they can definitely conquer the Kingdom of Rohan within ten days!"

However, although in his opinion these catalyzed monsters can only be considered unsatisfactory, Saruman is already incoherent with excitement.

Dozens of biochemical monsters that are more terrifying than trolls, this is simply a gift from God!

The ogre and the mammoth golem can be said to be the most powerful troops under the Demon Lord Sauron, but their number is too rare. There are only twenty mammoth golems and less than a hundred trolls!

And now, this mysterious adult can directly mass-produce monsters that are more terrifying than trolls, which is beyond Saruman's imagination.

If this ability could be used indefinitely, then the 20,000 people under him would immediately turn into more than 10,000 trolls!

What is this concept?

With more than 10,000 trolls, Saruman even has the confidence to challenge his old club Vera and kill a god to play.

"Can I only capture Rohan?" Looking at Saruman's shocked look, someone sighed helplessly in his heart.

It may be because of different planes. He tested it just now. The animals bitten by these biochemical monsters will not become zombies, but will be poisoned directly.

Obviously, the T virus has undergone some strange changes in this world, from a highly infectious biological virus to a strange toxin.

This made his idea of ​​using the T virus to directly level the mission failed. He originally thought that he only needed to spread the T virus to reap the benefits of the fisherman, but now it seems that he still has to work!