Batman Incident (15)

The Morlun Family, also known as the Inheritor Family, is sometimes called the "Cosmic Vampires".

To understand the origins of this family, one must mention the Spider Totem.

Many people may think that Spider-Man's creation stemmed from a mutation caused by being bitten by a spider, but that's not actually the case. Spider-Man's powers are actually magical, derived from an ancient Spider Totem.

Animal totems are a very mysterious and powerful force in the entire Marvel Universe, and the Spider Totem is one of the best among them. Faced with such a powerful force, it is natural that some people would want to steal it.

There exists a group of beings in the universe that are very similar to vampires. They travel through various Multiverse, killing all beings associated with totems to absorb their power and strengthen themselves. This is the Morlun Family.

Schiller said to Nick on the other end of the phone, "I have to admit, I didn't expect them to want to make a move against Spider-Man- Man so quickly. Our small bait has actually caught a big fish."

"Instead of addressing this issue, shouldn't you be more concerned with how we're going to deal with them?"

"According to you, they even have the ability to travel through the Multiverse beyond human comprehension, and most of their targets are easily defeated by them. So, how do you think we ordinary humans should deal with such powerful supernatural beings?"

"The truth is, we don't actually need to deal with it."

"What do you mean?" Nick asked him.

"I think you should be able to imagine that since there is the Morlun Family, there must be other extraordinary beings similar to them, and there will probably be a lot of them."

"Think about why humanity has been able to live peacefully until today? If they could really do whatever they wanted here, let alone one Earth, they would destroy several Solar System as well."

"Of course I know that there is a mysterious force protecting the Earth. In fact, I have been paying attention to this ever since I took over as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.."

"But if the guardian of this Bat God really descends, does that mean they have found a way to break through Earth's defenses?"

"They're still a long way off. If they really found this method, why don't they just appear in the sky above Earth and shout to all the people on Earth, telling us that they are about to rule this place..."

"Instead, they sneak around like thieves, needing to wear some kind of Bat God's cloak to have Earth's vampires summon them?"

Schiller concluded that "they were not ruthless robbers who came to rob a bank, but a group of clumsy thieves who sneaked into ordinary houses and only dared to quietly pick the locks, not daring to make a sound."

"And coincidentally, the owner of this house has a bad temper and is very vengeful."

As darkness fell, Stark floated in the air one block above the Brooklyn Bridge, with a strangely shaped vehicle below him.

Stark pressed a button on his arm, and the vehicle's armor deployed, from which a group of very strange-looking robots stepped down.

They have four sturdy Mechanical Leg, a ring of mechanical arms on the upper part with gear grippers and hooks, and the main body resembles a hexagonal nut.

Standing beside him, Steve said, "This is what you've been working on these past few days? Are you sure this thing can fight?"

"No, this isn't for fighting." Stark scoffed dismissively. "You common soldier only think about fighting. This is a multi-functional battlefield robot."

"So, what can it do?"

"Can do all the logistical work you can imagine."

"After this night of fighting, I discovered a very big problem—human weakness may not be that we can't fight, or that our shooting is inaccurate, or that our evasion is not timely enough, but that we waste too much manpower on logistical support."

"It takes two people to carry a wounded soldier who has fallen to the ground, and they have to be strong. They have to cross the center of the firefight to get the wounded down. If one of them gets injured, then someone else has to take his place."

"Of course, in a normal war, such behavior might be more lenient, because the other side is also at the same eye level as us and will not deliberately target the retreating wounded."

"But those bats are different. They can fly, and once they see someone fall to the ground, or someone trying to help the wounded, they will attack those people like madmen."

"If we abandon the wounded, our morale will drop significantly, and the casualties will become increasingly severe."

"I've thought a lot this afternoon..." Stark said, arms crossed. "This is my first time participating in this kind of war, so I have a lot of flaws and inappropriate aspects in the design of the mechs. I have done my best to quickly adjust these problems."

Steve sensed a powerful confidence in his tone, completely different from his usual stubbornness. At this moment, Stark, or rather Iron Man, truly exuded charisma.

He is exceptionally talented in his field of expertise and makes no attempt to hide his mistakes and weaknesses. This rigorous thinking contrasts sharply with his somewhat carefree attitude, giving him a unique and distinctive character.

Stark continued, "Schiller gave me a lot of inspiration. We do need a set of battlefield-adaptive calculation logic, preferably intelligent enough to calculate these weaknesses in advance before we discover them, so as to anticipate the enemy's moves."

"However, this time it was too late. There was only one day, and we couldn't even pass the test. So I compromised and used my hand-designed method to create these robots."

Stark landed and patted the arm of one of the robots, saying, "I won't go into the functions of carrying cargo and building fortifications. More importantly, it's equipped with incendiary bombs and flamethrowers. I've designed a signal transmission button on each of their night vision devices. Just press this button, and it will indicate that there are wounded vampires here that can be burned. They will then rush to the battlefield and burn them to ashes with their flamethrowers."

"Their flamethrower system is intelligently controlled, which ensures that the fire does not spread and is much more effective than manual operation."

More importantly, it's about how it moves.

As he spoke, the mechanical arm of the mech next to Stark rotated and retracted into its hexagonal body, transforming into a nut-like shape before hovering in mid-air.

Stark looked up at it and said, "Currently, I haven't seen any vampires with the ability to interfere with magnetism, so this machine can move very quickly using a magnetic levitation system."

"Once it moves over the wounded soldier, the mechanical arm at the bottom will scoop the wounded soldier up, wrap him in its own mech, and then fly him back."

"The mechs have some first aid measures and some healing serum, you know, the batch that Connors researched. However, the quantity is not too large, it should not be enough, but at least it can ensure that the seriously injured can live until they are admitted to the hospital."

"It's already pretty good." Steve walked over and examined the hexagonal nut floating in the air. He said, "War always Deadman, it's just a matter of how many, but it's always good to have one more person live."

Are you going to reminisce with me about your glorious days on the battlefield again?

Steve shrugged and said, "No, thank you. I won't nag you about it since you did a good job this time."

"As expected, you did it on purpose all along!" Stark said angrily, his eyes wide.

Steve spread his hands and said, "I used to use this trick on your dad, but you've improved a bit. At least you can last for more than five minutes."

When Peter arrived, he saw Stark grabbing Steve by the collar. Peter rushed over and separated them. Stark shook his arm, glanced at Peter, and said, "What happened to your suit? Why is it so black?"

Peter shook his head. Stark, noticing his distracted expression, asked, "Hey kid, what's wrong? Are you hurt?"

"I don't know," Peter said, sounding pained. "My heart is pounding, my Spider-Sense is beeping, but I can't find the source of the danger. I feel terrible."

Stark could tell he wasn't joking, so he went over, patted Peter on the shoulder, and said, "I think you need to take a break."

"You're not even an adult yet, and you've been fighting for over 20 hours straight. This won't do," Steve said.

Peter seemed a little agitated. He said, "Leave me alone. I know what I'm supposed to do. I'm going to stay here and wipe out all those nasty monsters!"

"Something's not right with you..." Stark was about to continue when Steve stopped him.

Peter sat down against the car tire, and Steve squatted down beside him, looking him in the eye and saying, "Of course, we don't mean to interfere in your life, but as your elder—and I certainly am—I'm a little worried about you, Peter..."

"If you think you can still hold on, then stay, but in reality, you've already done enough, you could even call it heroic."

Peter frowned, closed his eyes, and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me, I just feel very irritable and restless..."

"Schiller will be here later. You can talk to him. Perhaps a Doctor can help with these symptoms."

"Doctor Schiller is coming? Why? This is a battlefield! He'll be in danger!"

Stark and Steve exchanged a glance. They realized that the naive Peter seemed to genuinely believe that Schiller had no special powers and was just an ordinary person who needed protection.

As darkness was about to fall, the three lines of defense were fully set up. With the help of Stark's special logistics robots, the battle lines were built very quickly and were very solid. The situation was much better than expected.

A mansion at the back became a makeshift command post. Schiller sat on the second floor, Peter opposite him. He covered his forehead and said, "I feel really bad, Doctor. I have this feeling that something dangerous is about to happen, but I can't pinpoint the source..."

"Was it your Spider-Sense that alerted you like this?"

"That's right, it's hard for me to explain to you what this feeling is like. In short, my Spider-Sense used to allow me to see the source of danger and even directly control my body's movements."

"But now, I can't see anything. When I concentrate, I can't find anything, but it just keeps making a faint sound..."

"Because you've always used it as a passive ability, have you ever thought that you can actually control it actively?"

"Active control? I've tried it before, but no matter how much I concentrate, it just won't appear."

"That's because you didn't encounter any dangerous stimuli at the time, so you couldn't maintain that brief state. But now is a good opportunity. Since your Spider-Sense has been working all along, you can try to activate it..."

Peter closed his eyes and tried hard to concentrate, but his Spider-Sense was like a constantly plucked string, disrupting his thoughts and making his attention very scattered.

Venom said, "Clear your mind, and I think I can help you."

Peter tried to clear his mind, to think of nothing, and then gradually, he saw a black mass spreading in his consciousness, and soon, an image flashed by.

Schiller saw Peter jump up from his chair with a start, then say in horror, "I saw..."

"Calm down, Peter, what did you see?"

Peter face filled with panic, told Schiller, "I saw Mr. Stark fall from a tall building... he wasn't wearing his armor, and then he crashed to the ground..."

Peter's eyes were red and he was almost crying. His voice was hoarse and trembling as he said, "I saw... he was dead."

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