Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 263 No bias, Sun Wukong's power level in Marvel

"We have about half an hour left to reach our destination. Everyone can have a good discussion about their roles and combat styles. Dawn One's maiden voyage has begun, please hold on tight."

Hanlu really went all out this time, even personally acting as the pilot, flying this futuristic fighter jet capable of vertical takeoff and landing through the blue sky.

Its overall shape is somewhat similar to the Osprey helicopter next door. The only difference is that the original propeller has been replaced with a vertical rotary take-off and landing device that directly sprays exhaust flames. It looks a bit like the Seer spaceship next door.

Meanwhile, inside the aircraft cabin, Amadeus Zhao, who had already temporarily modified himself into a set of armor, excitedly fiddled with the nano armor in his hands, constantly transforming it into a hand blade, a shield, and an energy cannon.

The energy core of all this is undoubtedly the nuclear fusion reactor in his chest.

It was absolutely so refreshing.

After Hanlu casually gave him some access codes, he successfully transformed some materials he remembered into something else, and then used them to create anything he could make, provided, of course, that his knowledge of hardware and software was sufficient.

You make the materials yourself, and then assemble them yourself.

That's how this set of armor came to be.

By now, he seemed to have gradually come to accept Hanlu, this rather unreliable leader.

Putting everything else aside, this one skill alone is practically every scientist's dream!

But for Hanlu, this deal was practically a sure thing.

As long as someone uses his abilities, that person will definitely put his ideas into practice.

When he creates something, these drawings, documents, and information will also be recorded in his archives.

You can just pull it out whenever you need it.

Therefore, he doesn't mind at all that some scientists use his abilities.

"By the way, is Sun Wukong really that powerful?"

Perhaps because he was in a good mood, Amadeus Zhao unusually took the initiative to speak.

Compared to the serious and composed demeanor of the five Wan Zhongxia brothers and Li Feng, Lin Lie, who wasn't much older, started to speak as he looked at the Fuxi Sword in his hand, which hadn't responded for a long time.

"Wow, that's awesome! By the way, haven't you heard of Journey to the West?"

"I've heard of it, but I'm of mixed race, and I grew up in the United States."

No one had much to say about Amadeus Zhao's self-righteous attitude.

"Of course it's amazing! Let me tell you, that stick of his weighs 13,500 jin!"

As he spoke, Lin Lie's eyes revealed the kind of fanaticism one has for idols. After all, he's a super male lead. Whose protagonist can surpass Sun Wukong's?

But Amadeus Zhao disagreed.

"13,500 jin, is that heavy? It's only 6.75 tons. Many heroes in the Avengers have strengths of tens of tons or more."

Moreover, according to my estimates, both Thor and Captain America have reached the level of thousands of tons in strength.

It can even be further enhanced with the infusion of so-called divine power and energy. But this amount seems insufficient.

"No, if we convert it according to the measurement system of the Ming Dynasty at that time, one jin was about 600 grams. That is to say, that stick weighed 8.1 tons."

However, the key point is that in the eyes of the ancients, the number "thirteen thousand five hundred" was more symbolic; it simply represented the approximate number of breaths a person takes in a day.

Moreover, the ancients could not imagine objects that were too heavy, but in Journey to the West, he once carried three mountain ranges—Emei, Sumeru, and Taishan—to defeat a monster.

Amadeus Zhao's disdain was not without reason, but Lei Ling next to him seemed more serious. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, tilted her head slightly, and added in a calm tone.

Amadeus Zhao began to ponder the so-called number of breaths per day. He wasn't an expert in this area of ​​physiology, but he quickly found relevant information, and it was indeed roughly accurate. The key question, however—

They carried three mountain ranges on their shoulders?

"Yes, yes, and that somersault cloud! One somersault covers 108,000 li!!"

Lin Lie seemed very dissatisfied that his childhood idol was being looked down upon, and began to talk incessantly about his understanding of Sun Wukong, his face glowing with excitement as he gestured with his hands.

"And then there's that one who embodies the laws of heaven and earth, standing ten thousand feet tall! His head touches the sky, and his feet are firmly planted on the ground!"

Shang Qi watched Lin Lie chatter on and on. He also knew a lot about Journey to the West, since he would sometimes go back to his hometown.

He leaned against the bulkhead, a faint smile on his lips, and listened quietly without interrupting.

However, Amadeus Zhao, standing next to him, seemed to have already lost his mind.

Using a microcomputer, he calculated that, according to their calculations, this monkey named Sun Wukong had a strength of approximately 1.5 trillion tons.

Although Mount Sumeru did not exist in ancient times, we can use the weight of Mount Tai as an analogy. Although we couldn't lift it in the end, the difference wasn't that great.

And then there's the speed of this somersault cloud that travels 108,000 li...

0.18 times the speed of light.

What the heck is that guy who's incredibly tall?

Based on the ancient unit of measurement 13.3 meters, this means that if this monkey were to transform, it might be equivalent to four Mount Everests?

Amadeus Zhao looked at the miniature model he had built, his face gradually turning pale, and his pupils slightly contracting.

If the other party is willing, they can just throw a stick at you and that's like a nuclear explosion level basic attack!

They could easily raze a modern metropolis to the ground with just a gust of wind!

If the other side wanted to, it could easily use an acceleration from outer space to smash the Earth to pieces!

As for the so-called indestructible body, he couldn't be sure what kind of invincibility it meant.

But judging from the literal meaning, the other party must be quite tough here, right?

After all, to support such great strength and speed, the opponent's physical condition cannot be too bad!

"Wait, wait, let me check. Are you really sure this monkey isn't just bragging or something?"

This is fucking ridiculous mythology! You guys might as well just make it a bird that can fly 100,000 meters.

"Yes, he was fucked by Sun Wukong."

Shang Qi also joined the discussion, but then he thought about the famous Roc in the Lion Camel Ridge cave and spoke in a flat tone, as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

Amadeus Zhao stopped arguing. He looked at the steel armor he had painstakingly built, and his initial confidence vanished in an instant.

He took off his glasses, wiped them, put them back on, and checked the data several times, his lips slightly pursed.

"Um... I don't mean to be discouraging, but based on my scientific analysis, do you really think we have a chance of winning against such a monster with our current level of expertise?"

Amadeus Zhao Da felt like jumping off the plane and leaving, his voice trembling slightly.

Although he was willing to fight for the mission of a hero, this was not a battle at all; it was clearly courting death!

He'd rather deal with those eight so-called Heavenly Hammer Messengers or fight that Hydra serpent one-on-one than play with this guy.

There's absolutely no chance of winning!

Looking at the team, who had been excited but were gradually becoming disheartened after Amadeus Zhao pointed out the truth, Li Feng was just about to cough twice to encourage them when he straightened up and was about to speak—

"Don't worry, everyone. For some reason, although Sun Wukong is currently in a berserk state, his strength has been greatly weakened, and it's not as outrageous as it seems."

The words of Hanlu carried a certain magic, soothing everyone's restless hearts.

With this assurance, everyone gradually began to feel at ease, but none of them knew why they felt trust based on Hanlu's words.

It was as if there was a voice in their heads constantly telling them—

Trust him!

Trust him!

You don't need a reason to believe him!

Hanlu calmly used her affinity with the god of civilization, a slight smile playing on her lips. A barely perceptible hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

After all, he was building a team, not destroying one.

If you run into a real big boss and get instantly killed as soon as you step out the door, you'll have nowhere to cry.

As he pondered how to properly discuss his contribution to this exercise with Sun Wukong...

At this moment, Hanlu, who had originally intended to send Sun Wukong to the northeastern region, as far away from the central area as possible, unexpectedly discovered that her perspective had changed slightly—

Because he discovered that there seemed to be more than just the monkey he had thrown there; there was another one...

fox??