"Sheriff, Earth is under a full-scale attack."
Deathstroke was taking a spin around the deck of the Fingernail Ship, telling Carol what kind of monster the flying behemoth they had just seen was while fiddling with the little stove in front of him to grill sausages.
But the Adjutant's report was clearly bad news, and somewhat unexpected.
"What's going on?" Su Ming raised an eyebrow at the Beautiful Girl projection floating beside him. "Earth's defenses are extremely comprehensive. There shouldn't be any possibility of large-scale landings by external invaders."
The Adjutant did not explain verbally. Instead, she directly projected a full topographical map of Earth, then casually tapped several locations, bringing up corresponding magnified images.
The situations in those images were roughly the same: all kinds of skeletons and mummies were hunting humans. With large numbers of people having left Earth for space exploration, today's social structure had become unstable. So aside from China, many other places had fallen into anarchy.
This sudden attack was simply making things worse.
"These Undead are the same as the ones we saw at the space station." Hela reached out and flicked one of the images, enlarging it to examine the details. "The purple flames in their eye sockets—that is the effect of the Death Seed. There are no souls in these remains at all. They have merely been stuffed with a malicious will capable of controlling the body."
This was not an external invasion. Something from within Midgard had been exploited.
"Simulated souls?" Su Ming was not in a hurry. His own territory was certainly impregnable, after all. Kamar-Taj still had the Ancient One guarding it.
"You could put it that way. The Death Seed has regrown a simple consciousness within these bones, presumably one that only obeys its commands. These consciousnesses drive