They Never Taught This in the Textbooks / Big Boss's Number-One Bootlicker (Three Updates)

Hela casually waved her hand, and the runes used to draw energy from the stars to sustain life Rune Arrays instantly, causing the coffin lid to fly off from above.

The Goddess of Death looked ahead, and her loose skin and dry hair made the sleeping Odin resemble a decrepit old man.

But the closer one gets, the more one can feel the surging cosmic energy within the old man.

"Father, I told you long ago..."

"You're getting old... and you're becoming more and more timid..."

Hela circled the sarcophagus three times, her fingertips sliding along its edge, her sinister smile growing ever stronger.

Once she returned to her original position, the Goddess of Death's expression hardened, and she slammed her right hand down.

With a violent tremor, the stone coffin shattered on all four sides, exposing the Asgardian God King, dressed in full armor and with his hands crossed over his chest, holding a Hela.

Amidst the stunned and horrified gazes of the crowd, Hela suddenly grabbed her father by the neck and lifted him up, a sinister and cold smile spreading across her face.

"That belongs to me..."

"If you won't give it to me, then I'll take it myself!"

Instantly, dark green death energy surged from Hela's palms into Odin's somewhat hunched and thin body.

Instantly, the already weakened Asgardian God King's body, like rotten wood, withered away from the bottom up.

Large patches of black spots began to spread, and the loose flesh clung tightly to the bones. From a distance, Odin seemed to be being corrupted into a skeleton.

This former ruler of Asgard is rapidly declining and dying.

In contrast, Hela closed her eyes lightly, and with each breath, the rhythm of cosmic energy grew stronger, her aura rising steadily.

"Stop!"

Thor, his eyes blazing with fury, was the first to lose his composure, bursting out of disguise, swinging Thor's Hammer, and striking out in a fit of rage.

However, just as the hammer was about to strike Hela, Thor's expression changed drastically, and he forcefully withdrew his strength.

Because, the Queen Frigga was being drawn into Hela's palm, pressed against her...

This kind older sister is truly a devoted and filial daughter who treats her parents with utmost kindness...

No one dared to act rashly, and given their serious injuries, they could only watch helplessly as Hela attempted to kill her father and take power herself.

To make matters worse, Thor, the only one who had retained some fighting strength, experienced a sudden surge of chaotic energy within his body as he forcibly restrained his power.

A mouthful of blood spurted from Thor's mouth, splattering onto the bark of two nearby coniferous trees. Black death energy seeped out, and the two trees instantly turned to ashes, which scattered in the wind.

At that moment, a sudden whooshing sound came from behind Hela.

But before they could even get close, the Goddess of Death casually stepped on him, and the shockwave sent Loki, who had been stealthily moving behind Hela, flying hundreds of meters away.

The fragile mage, who was obsessed with taking the assassin role, crashed through seven or eight giant trees and was completely buried in the snow, disappearing without a trace.

Hela turned around, raised her eyebrows, and smiled, her face full of mocking coldness.

"Don't be too hasty, death, I will grant you..."

"Watch closely, I will be crowned king and take everything that is rightfully mine, and you are the most suitable spectators..."

As large black spots spread to Odin's neck, the rise and fall of the Asgardian God King's chest became almost imperceptible, and he gradually fell silent.

Sif and the others felt their hearts sink to the bottom, their eyes filled with despair.

Asa, it's over!

Chapter 946, Section 989: Not Taught in Textbooks

Shenzhou Tianhe City, Shenzhou, dense beams of light and flying shrapnel continuously triggered violent explosions.

The Chitauri, Vanguard, Sakaar, and even the Dark Elves scattered throughout the city, resulting in brutal alleyway battles where limbs and blood flew everywhere as they fought house to house.

"Boom!"

Several high-energy particle cannons swept in, stirring up a wave of dust on the dilapidated position covered in Optical Camouflage, and two autonomous turrets and three defensive force field tanks exploded with a roar.

The broken half of the cannon barrel, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, was flung into the Illusionary Particles.

"Puff!"

A soldier carrying a Gauss armor-piercing rifle and wearing Power Exoskeleton was caught off guard and had half of his body sheared off by jagged edges.

As the two halves of the body separated, the colorful internal organs rolled into the soil.

The dark, ruddy, and unremarkable face of a middle-aged man beneath the mask turned deathly pale in an instant. Large beads of sweat dripped down his face as he used almost all his strength to utter a hoarse plea into the earpiece.

"Brother, please... lend me a hand..."

On one side, a young medic with fine downy hairs on his mouth, who had been moving through the bunker, tumbled and crawled to the ground in front of the middle-aged soldier in the shockwave of the latest explosion.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

The medic's voice trembled as he hurriedly picked up the intestines and a kidney from the ground, trying to stuff the still-warm organs back into the veteran's abdominal cavity, his right hand emitting a faint glow of healing power.

"Damn it... where's the gun?!"

"... Give me a quick death!"

The veteran leaned halfway against the steel bunker, blood spitting from his mouth, his right hand gripping the medic's shoulder tightly, his face contorted in a grimace.

In a daze, the medic glanced at the veteran's rank in a panic: Major, Battalion Commander...

Two-thirds of the three surrounding bunkers had collapsed, and there were hardly any intact corpses nearby.

A moment later, the groaning Affliction in his shoulder bone jolted the medic awake. When he looked up and saw the veteran's face contorted with bulging veins and deathly pale, he immediately lowered his head, bit his lip, and drew his pistol.

The crisp sound of gunfire echoed through the steel bunker. The veteran, still enduring inhuman Affliction, wore a satisfied smile the instant the bullet pierced his brain.

However, the slight downward curve of her lips still revealed a hint of dissatisfaction.

Damn it, you've made me suffer so much, and it's probably just another greenhorn you shoved in!

Superhuman? Bullshit! They're just two shoulders with a head on them. I wonder if these precious pandas will even be of any use in the end...

Please don't... let them all die...

The lingering echoes in my mind gradually faded away without a trace as my consciousness dissipated.

The medic, who had just succumbed to his weakness and lowered his gun, hadn't even had a chance to offer a moment of silence when a violent tremor shook the ground.

The young man saw the iconic shape of the two pairs of thick arms through the dust and mist, and his heart sank.

The Vanguard! They're coming up again!

The deathly silent bunker seemed to be instantly activated, with rustling sounds coming from within.

A dozen or so figures emerged from the mud, craters, and steel, their rhythmic, alternating fire converging into a dense but effective barrage.

The surviving soldiers suppressed their urge to curse, remained silent, and continued to take turns firing.

Furthermore, based on sounds ahead, ground markings, and thermal imaging, they skillfully aimed their guns at transparent open areas and fired in short bursts.

The Vanguard have no eyes, but they have a keen sense of smell and excellent hearing. Shouting and cursing at a high decibel level will only attract enemy artillery fire and pursuit from these monsters.

In addition, these monsters can become invisible and have amazing healing abilities. If you're not careful and they sneak into your bunker, the dozens of comrades who were torn apart in front of you are the best lesson to learn.

The reason they are so skilled is simply because they have bloody experience; those who didn't remember are probably already dead.

"Boom!"

Two missiles hurtled towards them, but three quick-thinking soldiers immediately crouched down and activated the Energy Shield on their Power Armor arms, managing to withstand the impact.

I'm so pissed! And there's even air support from a small Chitauri formation!

The leader of the Guangdong men, after cursing in his native accent, pulled a surface-to-air man-portable missile launcher out of the dirt.

The medics at the front line watched the orange flames explode in mid-air, and the vibrations in the mist became increasingly clear.

After wiping the dust off his face, the young soldier picked up a still-usable Tactical Exoskeleton and put it on, revealing the somewhat cumbersome gear.

They lack medical care, high-tech weaponry, and rest, but what they lack most are soldiers...

Only by continuously pouring blood and flesh into this battleground can the monsters before us be prevented from breaking through the blockade.

"Boom!"

In front of the dilapidated building, dozens of red and black beams, each tens of meters in diameter, swept across, tearing apart the remaining half of the building with the surging energy.

At the same time, five mechanical warships behind them and thousands of Terminator soldiers of various models below exploded into scattered metal fragments.

"Command Center! Command Center! This is the defense line at the intersection of National Highway 105 and the Third Ring Road overpass in Tianhe City!"

"We're almost out of manpower! Where are the reinforcements I needed?!"

The major general, pacing back and forth in the metal bunker, anxiously pressed the connected dark dimension information network for answers.

"Reinforcements? We just gave you a Terminator fleet, and it's gone just like that? What are you good for?!"

Dukao, aboard the Ju Xia Hao, looked grim upon hearing this alarming report that gave him a major headache.

"The Terminator fleet? Those things are completely useless!"

"They were spotted by the Dark Elves fleet the moment they were deployed, and were wiped out in one fell swoop!"

Dukao clenched his fist and frowned as he asked.

"I remember the ones assigned to you were the latest batch of liquid metal humans?"

At that moment, several electromagnetic missiles fell nearby, the bunker lights flickered, and dust fell in clumps.

The slightly affected Dark Plane Communication communicator emitted a hissing noise. The impatient Major General slammed the communicator, and after some physical repairs, the call returned to normal.

"Useless! Against the technology of the Dark Elves, everything is rendered useless!"

"Moreover, we can't break through that thing called the virtual particle barrier on the other side at all."

"Ever since these long-eared creatures appeared in the sky, the coordination between the three alien groups has completely changed!"

"Frontline assaults at close range are spearheaded by Vanguard; mid-to-low altitude attacks are met by the Chitauri Star Whale Battle Group; and at long range, we must guard against the Dark Elves artillery barrage..."

"Our firepower is insufficient, and we have no troops at our disposal. How can we fight?"

The major general, his forehead veins bulging, gritted his teeth, filled with resentment.

"I've spent my whole life in military exercises, always on guard against our neighbors above and the Americans in the Western Hemisphere..."

"Before I could even process what was happening, we were already talking about Interstellar War?!"

"Four of them at once! What kind of world is this?!"

Dukao slammed his fist on the control panel, grimacing and Delia coldly.

"You mean it's not in the textbook? Why don't you take off your hat and go back to your lessons?!"

The major general, increasingly frustrated by the dire situation, calmed down and gritted his teeth to give a dry response.

"Defend! I can defend!"

"But our core personnel drawn from the Southern Strategic Region are almost all gone. You have to give me the men, right, old commander..."

Complaining is useless; you can only appeal to emotions and play the emotional card.

"There are wars all over the country right now, and even if we split our people in half, we still wouldn't have enough!"

"They're all asking me for people. Even if they squeeze me dry, I'll see how many groups I've seen!"

Dukao's head throbbed as he watched dozens of consecutive calls appear on the communication channel he had just opened.

After a moment of silence, the admiral, who was in command of the Ju Xia Hao, looked at the frigate that was falling to the side and roared through gritted teeth.

"I'll send you a wave of medium-to-long-range bombers from the South Sea Fleet first. Hold them off for half an hour! The Black Armor will be here soon!"

After the call ended, the next voice that connected sounded urgent and heavy.

"Commander, there's been no movement in areas B3 and D9 of Juxia City. Requesting fire support!"

"Changkong City needs a number of air combat units!"

"Where is the Xiong Bing Lian? A large creature has appeared in Cangqiong City; we need Super Soldier to eliminate it!"

"..."

Chapter 947, Section 990: Daddy's Number One Simp (Third Update)