The Death Knell

Half an hour later, Tony and his party returned to the rotunda again. The master weaver was still the same, continuing to weave his destiny silently and picking off the threads that came out of the web.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

For some unknown reason, Iron Man beat his head unhappily as soon as he came back, as if he was very dissatisfied with himself.

But the number of people who returned this time far exceeded the number of people who left, reaching a hundred people, and the interior of the not-so-large room was packed like a sardine can.

However, as the adjutant's projection appeared, she raised her hand, and the metal walls rolled up like a tide. The space inside the room expanded hundreds of times. The only things that remained unchanged were the positions of the pillars and the spider webs.

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

The adjutant smiled and greeted the new arrivals in a very gentle and friendly manner.

"Originally, I could have done better, I could have saved more people." Tony, wearing yellow and blue armor, squatted down and covered his face in pain: "But those viruses spread too fast, the speed of mutation It is far beyond my imagination. Not only can it be transmitted through the air, but it can also infect insects, animals and plants..."

At this time, another Iron Man wearing gold and red armor walked out of the crowd. This Iron Man's armor was a bit broken. He obviously looked like he had experienced a great battle, and he was also mentally depressed.

But this man still forced a smile, squatted next to the 40K Iron Man, patted his shoulder and comforted him:

"Okay, man, you have done enough. Those of us who survived, everyone owes you a favor. What are you doing? Saying that you are useless, isn't it just that you are calling me a waste? Brother, I am another you, but far inferior to you. Stop showing off, I have seen enough."

"This is not to show off, but a scientist's strict requirements for himself...Forget it, what you need now is not my opinion, but to get checked immediately to see if you are infected with the zombie virus, and then find a place Have a good rest, Miss Adjutant?"

"Please wait a moment, this robot lady." A blond woman walked out of the crowd. She was wearing a Union Jack uniform and holding a shield with a Union Jack painted on it. She was the leader of the Avengers, Captain Britain Peggy Carter: "I I would like to ask, is our universe really hopeless?"

"I'm sorry, yes." The adjutant held up 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, on your earth 99.9999999% of all living things have been infected, and at this time, evolved zombies have taken over the galaxy, and all the planets you know have fallen, and there is no possibility of recovery."

"What if we use the Time Stone and the Infinity Gauntlet?"

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

"It is currently known that this zombie virus is a variant of the hunger virus, a combination of technology and magic. Any unilateral resistance is ineffective, and there is no Supreme Mage in your universe." The adjutant still had the same smiling face, as if Just 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 Sorcerer Supreme!"

Wolverine jumped out, holding a man with a mustache in his hand, but Strange was so skinny that he seemed to be blown over by a gust of wind. He started coughing up blood after just being pulled.

Before this was over, the short, strong man roughly touched the mage's body, as if he was trying to find the time stone.

The doll girl glanced at the poor doctor, a look of sympathy flashed in her two big eyes, and slowly shook her head: "You don't understand what a real Supreme Mage is... After the examination, none of you have been Infected, I will assign you temporary housing next."

As he spoke, the adjutant projected another series of earths, with annotated text floating next to them. Beyond 40K-3 to 40K-6, there was also a place marked 'Xiao Fu Universe'.

The last universe seemed unfinished and looked like a spherical puzzle. During this time, a steady stream of fragments were being piled onto the ball.

"Our Supreme Mage Deathstroke has already made arrangements. Those of you who are rescued, your relatives and friends, can choose a universe to settle in. If you don't want to live on the earth-like planets I have shown, I can also create a new planet for you to live in. .”

The puppet waved its hand, causing those projections to float over the heads of the crowd, magnifying the 'refugee stars' among them, allowing them to choose on their own.

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

"Shaping the planet? How is this possible..." There were exclamations from the crowd.

"Nothing is impossible. In the Middle Ages, no one could understand what reclamation meant."

The adjutant lowered his hands naturally and folded them in front of his lower abdomen:

"This zombie crisis has spread to the entire multiverse, and there will only be more and more refugees. If you don't choose a good place now, then in the future you may only have regional plots like the North and South Pole. If you have a favorite location, you should do it early now choose."

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

For example, Spider-Man's Aunt May, Tony's secretary Pepper Potts, Captain Paige's niece, etc., they really need a place to settle down.

Although this fate is great, it is obvious that there are only bathrooms and infirmaries, which are not enough for the refugees to rest.

"Have we become refugees? To be honest, I never thought that this title would fall on me." Tony Stark, who was rescued from the British world, was the first to calm down. He returned to the crowd and hugged him. His secretary asked, looking up at the earth projection: "But I'm curious, why are there no 40K-1 and 40K-2?"

"40K-1 is a dangerous isolation area. People infected with the zombie virus and in the incubation period will be sent there to cooperate with the development of serum." Unexpectedly, the robot gave an answer that seemed very magnanimous: "And 40K-2 , is a haunted mysterious world that is being studied by the Supreme Mage Deathstroke and is currently unfit for human habitation.”

"So, they are actually a parallel world to your earth, so we are in another multiverse?" The red-armored iron man asked again, and his hand around his girlfriend's waist tightened involuntarily.

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

The puppet spoke and enlarged the projection a little more, as if urging them to make a quick choice.

"If the sudden chemical crisis hadn't caused my nerves to break, I would have laughed out loud. An AI actually talked about magic. This is too magical." The iron man in red armor looked at Peggy: " Captain, you choose, but I suggest not choosing the islands around the equator, it’s too hot there.”

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

The so-called plot is a square ground floating in the sea, surrounded by the sea on all sides. It is a grid on the 'chessboard', but it has an area of ​​about ten square kilometers, which is enough for these survivors to live in anyway.

The death knell, who is called the real Supreme Mage, seems to have been prepared for it. Houses have been built on these plots, just waiting for people to move in...