The four Zombie Avengers were naturally captured by the three Peter.
Zombie Tony was directly stripped of his armor by Peter, and then he put on iron armor like Bucky did to Zombie Steve.
Zombie Barton and Zombie Natasha, just Mark I, suppressed them. After Peter and Bucky were free, they took them down in three strikes, five divided by two, and also put on iron armor.
It has to be said that on the assimilated Peter, the iron armor is an extremely strong defensive barrier, while on the unassimilated Zombie Tony, it becomes an armor-shaped steel restraint with a terrifying weight.
"Peter, that's it for today."
"Let's... bring them back first!"
Bucky arranged the four zombies, and their mouths were all covered by Peter with spiders Silk. Their thick armor made them freeze like puppets. They could only stare with scarlet bloodthirsty eyes and squeeze out a low growl from their throats.
"Peter, Bucky, I'll leave this to you. I'll go back and clean it up."
Peter is watching Zombie Tony, Bucky is watching Zombie Steve, Mark walks away knowingly, preparing to go back to his basement to assimilate useful things or directly put them away.
When he walked to the door, Mark paused, touched the two horses that had been standing there calmly, and then said in a deep voice, "You don't have to wait for me, I will go find the other survivors myself."
"With the gift of an immortal, I can attack and defend aliens!"
Mark's voice is full of firm belief in Li Ge and a desperate attitude to save the world. That is the transformation of Mind Stone that can only be brought about by giving hope to a person when he is most desperate.
After being assimilated just now, he can easily suppress the previously aloof Avengers. How can this sense of power prevent him from becoming fanatical and believing!
"Mark... wait a moment..."
Peter saw Mark I diving into the basement, and wanted to persuade him to let Mark act with them. He felt that it was better to stay together than to let Mark leave on his own.
"Peter, let him go, he knows what he is doing."
Bucky interrupted Peter. He looked at Mark's disappearing back with a trace of appreciation in his eyes.
"We need more people, to go to more places, to assimilate more environments, so we can't all gather together, but spread out."
"Let's go Peter, let's take them back first. There are still many people waiting for us to rescue."
Bucky said, pulling his horse over, one in each hand, pressing Zombie Steve and Zombie Barton directly on the horse's back, holding the reins and walking back.
"Come on Mark!"
After Peter struggled for a while, he could only cheer Mark secretly in his heart, then imitated Bucky, put Zombie Tony and Zombie Natasha on his horse, held the reins and quickly followed Bucky.
In the basement, Mark, who was packing his things, saw the departure of Peter through the surveillance screen. A deep feeling of reluctance suddenly emerged in his heart, and loneliness came to him again.
"For the world... for my family... for the immortals!"
Mark constantly circulated and strengthened this idea in his heart. After doing this several times, the loneliness remained, but the flame of hope burned stronger and stronger in his heart.
The reason why he did not act together with Peter was to find more survivors and assimilate more places alone.
Not only because the power given by Li Ge gave him a complete sense of security, not only because of faith, but also because Mark learned from the information instilled when he was assimilated that after the whole world is assimilated, his parents and his wife will return to him in a brand new form.
Thinking of this, Mark's hands moved faster. Wood, parts, food, water, and even the concrete walls and high-strength alloy doors of the basement were all knocked and assimilated by him before being dug out and stored in the backpack space.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
Rhythmic knocking sounds echoed in the basement, and the neatly spaced square blocks Galactus Galactus everything around them.
Dozens of miles away in the center of the city, a 100-meter-tall building was unexpectedly well-preserved, except for some glass curtain walls.
In the tall buildings, roars echoed one after another, and occasionally the pitiful wails and horrific biting and chewing sounds of human beings before their death could be heard.
In the hall, in the corridor, in the office, in the corridor, from the first floor to the top floor, countless zombies are wandering here, biting... and defending.
Thousands... tens of thousands of densely packed zombies turned this place into a living Hell!
On the top of the building, there was only a huge office, a sofa soaked in strange liquid, a bar counter with broken glass bottles on the floor, a large solid wood desk covered with claw marks, strange color marks and cracks, several pots of dead and rotten green plants, shredded paper scattered everywhere, and mountains of rotten bone fragments piled up in the corners.
At this time, on the desk, there was a scarlet figure lying there munching on something. The sour sounds of tearing flesh and bones and cracking bones came one after another, and the disgusting and viscous mixed liquid slid down the table.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window that had been shattered to the ground, there was a scarlet-skinned figure standing facing the window.
His back was lonely, and his cloak was bleak. He looked at the continuous drizzle outside the window, listened to the chewing and biting sounds behind him, and sensed the countless violent and bloodthirsty atmosphere in the building under his feet. He remained motionless, like a silent sculpture.
"Bang... crack!"
"Gudong... ah... such delicious flesh and blood!"
I don't know how long it took, but the figure lying on the desk finally jumped down with a stoop, swept the remaining bone fragments into the corner, and greedily licked his scarlet and skinny hands with his black and red tongue.
"Not enough...Vision! I need more flesh and blood, more food, I need more!"
"Those nasty rats, why can't they just be eaten by me? Why do they have to hide?!"
"Go! Get me more food!"
"My love, you said you would fulfill all my requests, go and find more food for me!"
The figure in front of the window finally turned around, and his cloak was fluttered by the breeze, revealing his scarlet face covered with mechanical lines and the yellow gem inlaid on his forehead.
He looked at the 'Wanda' who was covered in scarlet, with a rotten face, exposed fangs, violently scarlet eyeballs, and pieces of meat hanging from the corners of his mouth, and roared greedily at him.
Vision's eyes are very complex, showing love, self-blame, depression, determination, and struggle...
In the end, everything turned into a stagnant calm and emptiness.
His voice was gentle and calm, like he was coaxing a child who was having a tantrum. "Wanda, there are not many survivors left. Maybe, we can change the way, instead of looking everywhere, we can gather them all together."
Vision's voice deepened, and his eyes unconsciously moved to the bone mountain in the corner. A flash of struggle flashed in his eyes, and then he suppressed it forcefully.
"We can... breed!"