Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 197 The Death of the Traitor

"Oh, my great Queen, we have captured new sacrifices to offer to you, hoping that you will once again bestow upon us supreme glory."

But that wretched, deformed man, along with a group of people, knelt on the ground devoutly, bowing and worshipping incessantly, as if they were worshipping a god.

The heroes, locked in a cage made of wood, began to whisper among themselves.

"By the way, who is this queen they're talking about?"

"I don't know. I just think they're so ugly."

"Can we go back to that question? What power does that moonstone have? The power to turn people into monsters?"

The old Spider-Man is quite detail-oriented, but Hawkeye shook his head blankly at the other person's question.

He was a little unsure, because did this moonstone really have the ability to turn people into monsters?

Although Moonstone's abilities are also diverse, somewhat similar to Captain Marvel's, its potential is not as high.

only--

"Once their queen comes out, everything will become clear."

Black Panther is more realistic.

This is indeed the case.

But from the wreckage of that crashed transport plane, a figure gradually emerged, his body wrapped in bandages, looking somewhat emaciated and ghostly—

When the figure appeared—presumably a woman—everyone stared wide-eyed at it in disbelief.

"I know it's not good to casually comment on other people's fashion sense, but I have this feeling that she's about to die."

"Because she's really dying."

Second-generation Hawkeye Katie glanced speechlessly at the gossipy Spider-Man.

But it seemed that no one cared about that; instead, they all turned their attention to the figure that was gradually walking downhill.

"Holy crap, what happened to you?! You look like a monster!"

As the skeletal figure drew closer, Eagle Eye managed to recognize, through the strands of hair on the other's head and the distribution of features, that the person before him truly was Moonstone.

But… she could accept any old woman like her, after all, she'd met other members of the Thunder Force before, but—

"So it's you, Clint Barton. I never expected this. You actually dared to come knocking on my door, and these guys dressed as former heroes, are they planning to play your hero game again?"

A sound, somewhat like the rotting of bones grinding together, came from its throat, making everyone feel a little embarrassed.

Of course, it's the kind of embarrassment that's purely disgusting.

Of all the people present, Hawkeye himself was undoubtedly the one whose emotions were the most prominent.

He clung tightly to the fence that bound them, staring intently at the woman before him.

"You should have died long ago."

"Yes, I should have died long ago, but not now, at least after I kill Zemo. I want to prove to him that my worth far exceeds Zemo's!"

Eagle Eyes frowned. "Wait a minute."

"Who is this 'he' you're talking about?"

Moonstone, who believed she had some control, didn't mind showing off her current power and arrogance to her captives.

Simply put, it's a declaration of victory by the strong.

"Of course it's Red Skull. On this continent now, there is no one else I would bow down to except him."

Just as Moonstone was about to continue speaking, Hawkeye, taking advantage of the moment when the other woman was speaking, after a brief moment of astonishment, suddenly stretched out a hand and delivered a powerful punch to the face of the skeletal woman in front of him, causing her to stagger.

"You bastard! You bastard! Have you gone mad?! You killed Zemo! I thought you had some loftier ideals, but you tell me you just wanted to prove you were more suitable to be Red Skull's dog than Zemo! Where has your pride as a hero gone?!"

Hawkeye had truly gone mad. He gripped the railing with all his might, trying to squeeze through as quickly as possible, even forgetting the plan he and his companions had made.

He thought the world was crazy enough, but when he saw this guy, who had once appeared as a hero, say such a thing, he really couldn't contain his anger.

That's outrageous, that's inhuman.

He could understand the other party becoming a mercenary; of course, he couldn't be better off.

He could accept being an anti-hero, after all, it's about punishing evil and promoting good, isn't it?

He could accept being a mercenary or a villain; everyone has their reasons for doing things against their will.

No one can guarantee that everything will always go smoothly for them.

But now you're telling him that your reason for playing the villain here is to serve a stronger villain?

Even Kingpin's mother knows that it's better to be a big fish in a small pond than a small fish in a big pond!

You bastard, how could you be like this—

Hawkeye cursed, cursing the guy who stood before him again, showing no remorse whatsoever.

He cursed in every language he could think of, but unfortunately, all Moonstone wanted was to kill the guy in front of her.

"Alright, that concludes our chat with old friends. Now, let me finish that task I didn't complete forty-five years ago."

As Moonstone raised his palm, the power that had been gradually gathering in his hand, originating from the dark region of the moon, began to solidify.

Hawkeye's rationality returned to normal, and he even subconsciously swallowed.

Okay, putting aside the level for now, at least this guy who can unleash energy attacks is definitely a smaller version of Captain Marvel, no matter how weak he is.

"Black Panther!!"

Eagle Eye suddenly shouted.

A flicker of surprise crossed Moonstone's mind, but she quickly dismissed it, for she clearly remembered that Black Panther was dead, killed in their attack, and he couldn't possibly be here.

But the next moment, as the black man, now fully dressed, suddenly burst through the simple wooden fence like a tiger unleashed, and with his sharp vibranium claws, tore open her arm—

"How is this possible?!"

As Moonstone leaned backward, still in shock, the energy blasts in his hand had already begun to fly out.

However, because of the fall, her hands unconsciously drooped to the left and right, and the energy blast that shot out hit the group of deformed humans who had been infected and were serving her squarely.

"quick!"

The moment he landed, Black Panther made a cool, sharp turn on the ground, yelling at the two Spider-Men who had also jumped out of the cage.

"They're here!"

In her daze, Moonstone could still see a familiar red figure leaping across the sky. The black spider pattern on the other person's chest was so conspicuous, but before she could even call out Spider-Man's name, she was kicked in the forehead.

Kamala slammed her hands on the ground, and in an instant, the robots who had been trying to pick up weapons and surround them saw huge crystalline walls suddenly rise up in the open space in front of them, directly dividing the inside and outside into two worlds.

Meanwhile, the superheroes inside the inner world have already achieved their goal—outnumbering the enemy.

"No, it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this."

Moonstone tried to struggle, but two sharp arrows pierced her chest cavity, which she had just raised.

Hawkeye, the archer with the big bow, and Katie, the second Hawkeye, simultaneously reached for their quivers behind them, their fluid movements resembling those of a true master and apprentice.

After being pierced by two arrows, Moonstone fell to the ground again.

Intense pain swept through her mind, shattering her already fragile consciousness.

At the same time, as a series of muffled thunderclaps echoed across the sky, another Spider-Man, also dressed in a Spider-Man suit but appearing cleaner and younger, suddenly threw a hammer.

The movement was so familiar, just like Thor's.

Unfortunately, this time he was an enemy, not an ally. Watching this hammer strike, when it hit her chest, it didn't kill her instantly, but pressed firmly against her chest, leaving two holes directly above her that slowly oozed blood with every breath.

"How do you plan to resolve this?"

Black Panther and Hawkeye stood together beside Moonstone.

They looked down at the guy staring intently at them, still not recovered from his astonishment.

Black Panther had already heard it clearly, understood how utterly despicable this guy was.

She betrayed the Avengers and even betrayed Hawkeye, who trusted her.

And now, this opportunity for execution—

"Let me handle it."

Hawkeye took another arrow from his quiver. He nocked it again, but this time, he aimed directly below him.

He stared intently at the pupil that was still staring back at him, its whites rolled back.

Her eyes seemed to hold fear, terror, and disbelief.

But he saw not a trace of regret in it.

It's like... she doesn't think she did anything wrong at all.

Eagle Eye let go.

With a soft piercing sound, the hand that had been struggling completely lost its power.

After doing all this, Hawkeye knelt down with a thud, covering his unseeing eyes and the blood and semen still gushing from his forehead where a huge arrow had pierced through.

Hawkeye, with extreme suppressed emotion, tilted his head back and let out those roars.

Nobody knows what he was yelling about.

He desperately wanted to shout: He had succeeded! He had avenged himself! He had killed everyone who had betrayed his teammates! Not a single member of the Thunder Force survived!

But... his teammates are gone.

That's how it is—

So utterly useless...

Spider-Man took Thor's hammer, which had flown back from the corpse.

But... his teammates are gone.

That's how it is—

So utterly useless...

Spider-Man took Thor's hammer, which had flown back from the corpse.

He and everyone else looked around.

During this period, they have also witnessed many such tragedies.

They find it hard to understand, but they have no choice but to try.

At least, by the time this journey is over, they should be considered qualified superheroes.

Now, Black Panther gazes into the distance.

It's time for the next person.