A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 56 The End of the Zombie Universe
"It should be here, damn it, how many times have we walked this broken road?"

The American colonel led a large group of zombies and rushed into the basement aggressively.As soon as they entered the door, they were shocked by the sight in front of them: in the basement, more than a dozen robots were wantonly hitting a pile of metal fragments, making deafening crashing sounds.

"Where's this person?! I'm asking you about him!" Hercules was stunned for a while, then grabbed the American colonel by the collar and shouted.

They went all the way here with great effort, just to eat a few mouthfuls of meat, but now let alone meat, they didn't even see a hair.

No matter how much he respected Steve on weekdays, he absolutely couldn't bear such an incompetent leader at this time.

The American colonel hesitated for half a second, then pushed the Greek zombie away and cursed: "Didn't I tell you? They...they must have teleported away before we came, quick! Stop those robots!"

The furious zombies pounced on it, tearing the robot apart with their claws, grinding their teeth on the metal skull, venting their hunger hatefully.

Soon the dozen Doom robots were dismantled into pieces, and the smell of burnt circuits filled the room.

It's just that the parts of the teleporter were already broken after the transmission was completed. What the Doom robot did just now was just cleaning up the final mess.

"Then what's the matter now? Can this thing still work?"

Hercules picked up a metal part on the ground, touched his head and muttered.

"Bullshit. What's that on the wall?"

Just as Colonel America touched the Book of the Dead on the wall, a floor suddenly rose in the center of the room, a green holographic projection appeared above the floor, and the image of Doctor Doom appeared.

Dum in the holographic image sneered at the front, his voice full of ridicule and disdain.

"Stupid zombies, you came too late! The fresh meat you longed for has already been safely transported away by Doom, and the transmission device was also destroyed by Doom!"

From the way he held his head high, it could be seen that even though he was not here at this time, he was still enjoying the defeat of the zombies in the basement.

The American colonel could no longer control his emotions, he gritted his fangs, and then let out a loud roar: "Ah——————Dum—"

With his roar, he raised the shield in his hand and threw it violently to the floor under the hologram, the shield collided violently with the tiles, making a crisp crashing sound.

As the tiles shattered, the hologram began to fade away, the image of his enraged enemy gradually dissipating into the air before disappearing entirely.

"Hmph, what the hell are you?"

He turned around and plucked the gray book from the wall, which seemed to blink just now.

"Don't eat me! Don't eat me!" The book of the dead's already wrinkled face was now even more huddled, begging frantically.

After looking it up and down, the American colonel said disgustedly: "A broken book. The taste of dead people is as bad as shit. Why should I eat your skin that has expired for who knows how many years?"

"."

The book was silent for a long time before it asked with difficulty: "You mean you won't eat me?"

"But you can try."

"what?"

There was a squeaking sound, and the zombie wearing the stars and stripes tore off half of the page and stuffed it into his mouth. The paper hissed in his mouth. He chewed it hard twice, and then spit it out hard.

The ball of paper was spit out along with the saliva and fell to the ground.

"It tastes fucking awful."

The American Colonel's attention was still focused on the book in his hand. Suddenly, he felt another floor rise behind him. When he turned his head, there seemed to be a faint beep sound coming from under the floor.

Hercules next to him scratched his scalp and asked curiously, "What is that?"

He walked over to the floor and took a closer look.He looked down, his eyes widened, and found a green countdown device underneath. He muttered to himself in confusion: "Hey Steve, this thing is..."

All around Doomburg there was silence.

Suddenly, the ground began to crack and bulge.The stones and soil were squeezed and deformed by some kind of shock wave, forming countless cracks that spread quickly.

Immediately afterwards, the flames shot up into the sky and swallowed the entire castle in an instant. The tiles on the roof flew in the air and turned into ashes. The marble statue made by the world's top sculptor melted into a viscous liquid and was then blown away.

At the original location of Fort Doum, a cloud of mushrooms soared into the sky.

Hank is sitting at the dining table, wearing a dirty Ant-Man red uniform, a light-hearted tune is blowing from his mouth, looking very cheerful, with a knife and fork in his hand, elegantly cutting a piece of raw meat.

The teeth bit the fresh meat lightly, and then made a small crunching sound.The freshly cut tender meat was gradually finely ground in his mouth, slowly releasing its deliciousness.

The juice slipped from the corner of his mouth, moistening his chin, and he grinned at the corner of his mouth and started talking to himself.

"Hmph Latovilla?"

"These idiots really think they can get something there? The aerospace carrier should see that they are not easy to deal with."

"Fortunately, I didn't go there twice. There are still many survivors on the ground to find. Why do you have to eat those hard bones with few pieces of meat? But it's just right, no one will grab the meat from us."

At this moment, Hank didn't know it at all, and the screws on the back quietly began to float, getting farther and farther away from the ground.

At first, they trembled slightly, as if attracted by some mysterious force.As the strength increased, the screw began to rise slowly, leaving its fixed position and suspended in mid-air.

Faint lights flickered across their surfaces, blazing like faint arcs.They seem to be driven by some supernatural force, floating quietly in the air behind Hank.

However, Hank is still intoxicated by the deliciousness of the fresh meat, unaware of everything behind it.He continued to savor the satisfaction of each bite.

"Whoosh-"

Those screws flew out like arrows at a suffocating speed, directly piercing Ant-Man's head. A big hole instantly opened in his head, and red and white things splattered everywhere.

Those little guys didn't stop there. They circled around and rushed back, repeatedly rotating and hitting the remaining part of Hank's head, as if they were executing some kind of cold order.

After more than ten seconds, the screws stopped, turned and hit the wall, stuck on it, leaving only little drops of blood dripping from it.

A silver-haired man wearing a purple helmet, purple tights, and cloak walked in.

He was tall and straight. He glanced at Ant-Man's body and then walked deeper into the room and said slowly: "It's really miserable. How could the king of a country fall into such a situation?"

"The monsters left our city, and I took this opportunity to go out and search for survivors. I didn't expect to find that this pervert had tied you up and hid you here."

".Are you alive? I never said that, and don't really want to, but"

"We have to save the world."

In the dark room, a black man with only one leg was tied to a metal table. His face was pale and haggard, but when he heard the sound beside his ears, his eyelids finally trembled slightly.

　Ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a recommendation ticket~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)