The resurgence of the Death Force, the undead tide Hela awakened
The destructive White Light, powerful enough to reduce everything to dust, condensed to its maximum intensity within the muzzles of tens of thousands of ship-mounted cannons.
Alexander Pierce had given up thinking. His limp body trembled with the slight shaking of the floor. His cloudy eyes reflected the white sea of light outside the window that was about to engulf him. He let out a meaningless, Beast- like hoarse wail from his throat.
He's finished.
Hydra is finished too.
Faced with this absolute and unreasonable magic, the power, intrigue, and Technological Bastion he had painstakingly built throughout his life were as fragile as a thin sheet of paper.
However, just a second before the cannon fire that could wipe the entire Triskelion off the face of the earth was about to be launched.
A cold laugh, filled with queenly arrogance and disdain, drifted from the deepest, purest black sky.
"My sister's toys are so boring."
The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the roaring alarms and the near-overloaded engine noise, reaching precisely the ears of every Survivor inside the Triskelion.
"Let's look at mine instead."
Before the words were even finished, a chilling, deathly aura, as if emanating from the deepest recesses of the Underworld, suddenly descended!
Hela, hovering above Washington, D.C., didn't even bother to look at the three Helicarrier being manipulated by the Scarlet Code. Her eyes held only deep disdain and annoyance at having her limelight stolen.
Wanda's methods were indeed ingenious, full of logical irony and humiliation.
But it's too slow.
Moreover, it's not fancy enough.
She failed to demonstrate her absolute dominance as the Eldest Princess of Asgard and the Goddess of Death.
What Lynn wanted to see was despair, art that brought him pleasure!
"A bunch of lumps of iron made by mortals dare to make a fool of themselves in front of me?"
Hela snorted coldly and slowly raised her hand.
The Night Sky Sword, formed from the endless darkness and void, emitted a soft murmur in her hand, yearning for slaughter.
There were no earth-shattering slashes, no sharpness that tore through space.
Hela simply waved her hand casually, as if shooing away annoying flying insects, towards the Triskelion below.
Swish--
An invisible, pitch-black ripple, unseen by the naked eye, silently spread out from the tip of the Night Sky Sword.
It didn't destroy anything, and it didn't make a sound.
Like a drop of ink falling into clear water, it ignored the thick Alloy Wall, the raging Phoenix Force, and the Chaos Magic, gently and irresistibly seeping into every corner of this steel Bastion that had become Hell.
In that instant, the white light that had been concentrated to its extreme within the Helicarrier, which was about to fire, flickered suddenly and dimmed by a third in a strange way.
The Dark Gold Psychic Network, which was currently staging a frenzied "puppet carnival" in the lower area, seemed to freeze for a moment.
The air temperature suddenly dropped.
It wasn't cold in a physical sense, but a deathly stillness that penetrated to the bone and froze the soul.
It was as if an unseen king was surveying His territory, and all things had to hold their breath in His presence.
Thirteen underground floors, Area C, Special Agent Dormitory.
A bloody spiritual feast has just ended here.
Everywhere there were mutilated corpses, and everywhere there were frozen, eerie smiles of happiness on people's faces.
Blood pooled into streams, slowly flowing through the gaps in the alloy floor, emitting a strong, sweet, and metallic odor.
The body of Agent Captain Marcus lay in the center of a pool of blood.
His eyes were gouged out by his best friend, leaving two horrifying bloody holes. His limbs were broken in a twisted position, and the recruit's Tactical Dagger was stuck in his chest.
Even death could not erase the extremely distorted, fanatical, and blissful smile on his face.
Sudden.
A wisp of black mist, deeper than darkness itself and almost tangible, drifted silently down from the ventilation duct and landed precisely on Marcus's corpse.
laugh...
Like a red-hot iron plunged into ice water, the black mist instantly seeped into the corpse.
The next second, something chilling happened.
Click!
Marcus's already stiff and lifeless body twitched violently!
Then came the second, and the third!
Click! Click--
A sickeningly sharp, bone-grinding cracking sound, like bones grinding and shifting, emanated wildly from his body!
His broken neck, defying all principles of life, suddenly snapped back into place! Deep within his gouged eye sockets, two eerie green flames burst into flame!
The blissful smile on his face quickly faded under the corrosive Death Force, replaced by a lifeless, numb, and ferocious expression filled with an endless thirst for flesh and blood!
He came back to life.
No, to be more precise, he "woke up".
He went from being a "puppet of the spirit" to a "Servant of Death."
"Heh... heh..."
Marcus, or rather, the undead monster that was once Marcus, slowly rose from the pool of blood. Its movements were stiff and bizarre, yet brimming with explosive power. It twisted its neck, making a grinding sound, and the two eerie green flames swept around.
It wasn't just him.
The entire dormitory, the entire Area C, the entire Triskelion... all the Hydra agents who died in that mental meat grinder just now, their corpses all began to twist and resurrect at the same time!
The agent who shoved a grenade into his mouth and exploded, his mangled flesh and internal organs writhed on the ground, forcibly piecing together a human-shaped outline!
The patrolman whose head had been blown off by his comrade's pistol had his brains splattered and his head had healed, but now there was a hideous gash on his face, filled with surging black smoke instead of flesh and blood!
The boundary between life and death was forcibly broken by Hela in the most domineering and unreasonable way at this moment!
Jean Grey's mind control caused Hydra agents to kill each other while still conscious.
Hela's Death Force allowed these fallen agents to contribute their "remaining energy" once again, and for the last time, to this desperate feast!
"Kill... kill... alive..."
A hoarse, broken, inhuman roar was squeezed out of Marcus's throat.
Its ghostly eyes instantly locked onto a Survivor was trembling under the bed.
He was the only unlucky guy in the entire dormitory area who fainted from extreme fear and narrowly escaped the mental Carnage.
"No! Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"
The Survivor was awakened and watched as the corpse of his former captain walked towards him step by step. He was so frightened that he wet himself and became incoherent.
His response was the undead Marcus's gaping maw and a roar filled with violence and hunger!
Pfft!
Blood splattered.
The screams stopped abruptly.
Immediately afterwards, more undead rose from the pool of blood. They were tireless and fearless of pain. They were absolutely loyal killing machines, frantically attacking all the remaining life in the building!
A brand new, bloodier, and more primal frenzy erupted!
In the top-floor office, through the few remaining surveillance screens, Pierce and Nick Fury witnessed this Hell scene.
A Hydra agent, just a moment ago under Jean's mind control, was smiling as he stabbed himself in the stomach with a knife.
The next second, he was tackled to the ground by a newly resurrected undead whose body had been blown off halfway by the explosion, and torn to pieces.
Before the undead could even enjoy its "meal," a red targeting laser descended from the sky and locked onto it. Immediately afterward, a powerful energy bullet from a naval cannon blasted down precisely from the ceiling, completely vaporizing it along with everything around it!
A puppet of the spirit, a traitor to logic, Servant of Death.
Three completely different disasters, and the terrifying power unleashed by three Yandere goddesses vying for favor, inevitably... overlapped in the small "hunting ground" of the Triskelion.
Jean's Psychic Network, Wanda's Scarlet Code, Hela's Death Force.
The three forces, all at the Skyfather-level, began to produce unpredictable and even more chaotic chemical reactions as they clashed with each other!