The Death Knell

Meanwhile, somewhere outside the Marvel Multiverse.

There is no matter in the vast void, but there is a huge space station here, like a mechanical jellyfish. It stands between 'existence' and 'non-existence'.

Countless metal tentacles protrude from the bottom of the mushroom-cap-like space station. Each one is thicker in diameter than the earth. Now they are plunged into a red ocean. With the rhythm of the space station, circles of ripples are spreading in the Red Sea. rise.

That was actually not the sea, but a bloody dream. This dream of the multiverse was already dyed red by chaos.

Through the tentacles of the dream dimension that penetrate into the dreams of different parallel universes, the owners of this space station, this mysterious civilization, have been monitoring the 3.2818 million single universes under their control.

In the control room of the space station, there is a robot equipped with dozens of arms. He is frantically operating various buttons on the assembly line-like console while reporting to an unknown person.

"Sinking into the dream space, the central network is connected to Earth 1709 offline Earth 3278 offline Earth 16308 offline Earth 219 offline. Guardian, in the past second, we have lost the connection between the four worlds. In the past hour, We've lost 29,712, and the rate is accelerating."

There is only silence in the void. Through the monitoring equipment of the space station, only tentacles can be seen extending and retracting. The retracted tentacles indicate that the parallel world no longer exists at the corresponding coordinates in the past.

""

A silent communication was passed to the robot. His name was the supervisor, who was responsible for handling numerous data and logistical matters. After receiving the order, his strip eyepiece lit up with a red light and replied with a mechanical voice:

"Instruction received, start workflow platform 616, input energy, stimulate the corresponding universe to upgrade, create star mark, completed."

""

The supervisor was still tapping on the console. His fingers looked like pieces of soft metal plates. He also made a suggestion while working:

"Understood, space is exchanged for time, but I don't think mortals can delay the attack beyond the gods for us. Maybe we should consider an all-out war?"

""

The magic floating cloak turned into a flying carpet and took several people for a low-altitude ride in New York City. The flying speed was very slow because the little black spider wanted to see if there were any survivors on the way to find the black widow.

Anyway, Spider Totem can sense that Jessica Drew is alive and well, and even her emotions are stable now, which means there is no problem.

But wherever the zombies passed, almost no living thing survived. Not to mention human flesh, not even complete leaves could be seen. Those living dead were more powerful than locusts and wanted to eat everything.

As for humans, if they are knocked down by too many zombies at the same time, it is equivalent to falling into the flesh of the piranhas, and even their bones will be eaten away in the blink of an eye.

If you are only caught and bitten by a few zombies, you will stand up again within a few minutes and join the large army of zombies to become part of the zombie tide.

So Miles kept lying on the edge of the flying carpet and looked down, but he only saw burning vehicles, pools of blood under the street lights, and the staggering figure wandering blindly in the street.

"The United States can still withstand it, if the remaining states can still be considered the United States." Skye explained to several people with a tablet computer. The evening breeze lifted her long hair, and the girl's face was full of seriousness: "My sniffing worm has detected a lot of data flows from the SHIELD headquarters to branches around the world. Someone is now directing the resistance, but the SHIELD security passwords in the two universes are different. I can't do it in a short time. Hacking into the cameras at each branch base will only allow you to view traffic videos.”

It's not much to see, most of the roads are filled with zombies.

After saying that, she looked at the death knell, consciously asking if she wanted to find a safe place and let her try again.

Although it was safe on the flying carpet, constant movement had a great impact on the signal. As a hacker, network fluctuations were one of the things that irritated her the most.

"Once a superhero is infected, it will only be a matter of time before the earth falls." Su Ming covered the cigarette with his palm, and the small red dot flickered in the darkness: "But I want to know where Nick Fury from 1610 is? He is not with Miss Drew. Speaking of which, he is different from the black braised egg on our earth. This person is darker and more despicable."

"I don't know if that's darkness, but he is really bad." Miles stretched out his arm and lifted up the uniform on one arm to show everyone the position of the black arm's elbow: "Not long ago, I was not with Mr. Deathstroke. We went to deal with the Heir family together, but after we came back, Fury arrested me. He gave me truth serum every day, which made my brain confused even now."

The skin color is so dark that the eye of the needle is almost invisible, but Miles still raises his arm, hoping to let others visit and give him a few words of justice.

How can any sane person give veritaserum to a teenager?

Skye tilted her mouth and continued to fiddle with the tablet: "I always feel that the director on Earth can do similar things. He also gives people a weird feeling."

"I think Director Fury has a bottom line." Jessica still looked dejected and gestured at her neck with her little hand: "He is a man in a turtleneck sweater. If you let him kill teenagers, there is probably no problem. But torturing people is not his style."

"Didn't you just meet the director once? Why do you feel like you two are so familiar?"

Skye felt a little strange, and the movements of her hands paused.

"It's just that you know that time." Jessica sat cross-legged on the flying carpet and supported her chin with her arms: "In fact, Nick Fury came to me many times later and wanted me to join S.H.I.E.L.D. Been thinking about it.”

After hearing this, Shockwave Girl showed a strange expression, raised her hand to cover her mouth and whispered:

"Don't come. If I had the choice, I would definitely not join SHIELD. Even if Coulson treats me very well, there are too many rules for agents. You can't drink without talking during the operation, and you have to drink all the time. Doubting whether the people around you are Hydra is simply not a human life, and the salary is very small.”

"Very few? What level of agent are you?" Jessica blinked, and when it came to money, she was no longer sleepy.

"I have participated in several operations and made meritorious services. Now I am a level two agent, and I am only paid 3,000 US dollars per month. It is completely different from the life of an agent I have seen in movies before. The treatment of S.H.I.E.L.D. is not as good as f It’s hard.”

Skye complained that with this salary level, she was afraid that she would end up like Coulson. When she was fifty, she would have to rent a house to live in. That house would still be a pigeonhole with one bedroom and one living room.

Jessica breathed a sigh of relief. She touched her chin: "That's okay. Fury said that with my ability, as long as I join S.H.I.E.L.D., I'll start as a level four agent, and I'll get $6,000 a month."

Skye: "That's not fair."