Chapter 1210 1211: Urgency (10)
At the far end of the universe.
In a galaxy tens of thousands of light-years away from Earth and the Solar System, there was a planet somewhat similar to Earth. It had once possessed a flourishing primitive carbon-based civilization, but was now ravaged by a terrifying Chaos plague known as the Wither Plague, capable of rapidly transforming organic life into insensible, slow-moving, yet highly aggressive "walking corpses."
At this moment, on the far side of the planet, outside a temporary survivor settlement built around the wreckage of a massive starship.
Boom—!!!
A brilliant golden-blue beam of energy descended from the sky like the sword of divine punishment, striking with perfect accuracy into the thousands of walking corpses gathered outside the settlement's metal gates.
The terrifying energy erupted in an instant, directly vaporizing every corpse within several thousand meters of the impact's core, leaving not even a trace of ash behind.
The bodies of the walking corpses farther out were shredded apart by the immense shockwave unleashed by the explosion, their severed limbs flung far backward like rain.
The source of that beam was a slender figure hovering in midair.
Carol Danvers wore a special combat suit in the classic red, blue, and gold color scheme. A faint, star-like halo of energy enveloped her body, while her short blonde hair drifted without wind within the energy field.
Her broad face—uh, her resolute face—showed obvious fatigue, but her gaze remained as sharp as an eagle's.
She had just finished clearing out the last large wave of walking corpses in the area. The scattered remnants could be left to the survivors in the temporary settlement.
In her view, if those survivors could not even handle this many walking corpses, then there was no need for them to keep