"I feel a kind of pressure and a kind of responsibility!"

"If I am the only one with abilities in our race, then the hope of the whole race lies in me... Carl is not dead, I can feel that he will definitely come back."

The old general looked at him with relief and said, "But not now. You should give yourself a holiday, soldier."

"Do you remember the last day you slept?"

"758 hours, 45 minutes and 25 seconds. I can now calculate time based on the particle fluctuations on my body. I am very sensitive to time."

Old general: "..."

Then Mohawk left.

First, as the old general said, at least not now, he needs to relax for a while and adjust his condition.

Second, he is somewhat uncomfortable with the way his compatriots look at him.

Transforming into a muscular man five to six meters tall is far more troublesome than it seems. Although most people see no malice but only curiosity, Mohawk himself feels like a monster.

And as he left, a flesh and blood spacecraft suddenly docked in the outer space of Xandar.

Watching the light disappear into the depths of the universe, Lovett shrugged.

"So why don't you just deprive them of their consciousness? I'm here to invade, not to hide and seek!"

"Deprive them of their consciousness, and their souls will no longer be defenseless, and we will be exposed to the eyes of death." The emperor sent a divine message.

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Well, forget it then." Lovett shook his head decisively.

Although the main function of the mark on the back of his left hand is to monitor the energy fluctuations when he uses the god's left arm, allowing Death to control the rhythm of his actions, once the Emperor leaks his aura, it's strange that Death won't notice.

then……

"Numbers 1 to 10 are up to you."

Turning his head slightly, 10 transformed Death Messengers stepped out from the Hydra undead army behind him, saluting enthusiastically.

"clear!"

The "bringers of death" that Loki calls himself is just a title. These guys are the real messengers of death, a special kind of undead that spreads the undead plague and masters psychic spells.

Mages have always valued efficiency.

It is of course easier and more efficient to kill enemies with red dots from behind than to kill enemies with posture bars from the front. This is a very simple reason.

Whoosh whoosh!

Three small spaceships disguised as civilian spacecraft quickly detached from the flesh and blood battleship. Leviathan secretly glued a piece of his own flesh and blood to the tail of the spacecraft on the tail. The white-bone man's face was filled with anticipation.

Fortunately, this time there was no need to worry so much. Lovett glanced at it and stopped paying attention.

After being cooped up in this world for so long, it’s good to let your children indulge once in a while.

Anyway, when the undead plague breaks out, who will care about a husky?

Subsequently, the flesh-and-blood battleship entered camouflage mode, activated the divine engine learned from Igona, and jumped into space.

…

If time permits, Lovett estimates that he will take a leisurely vacation on Earth, see how SHIELD solves the threat of Hydra, and wait for Star-Lord to obtain the cosmic spirit ball.

Unfortunately it's not possible.

Being targeted by death, both parties know exactly what the other is going to do, so every second they waste is adding strength to the other.

efficiency!

efficiency!

It’s still his efficiency!

Except for Xandar, he quickly dropped the remaining 338 dead on the civilized planets of the galaxy overlords. The zombie crisis is not terrible. What is terrible is that these zombies have self-awareness.

By borrowing the technology of these civilizations themselves, they can continue to spread the plague at a faster speed, and then form a chain reaction by analogy, like a toppled domino, which will be out of control after the outbreak!

So isn’t it true that Lovett boasted that it would be really difficult to destroy the world?

There is Ancient One on Earth and the transaction between him can be ignored for the time being, but other civilizations will suffer.

Until this day, Lovett suddenly received a distress call from Star-Lord.

"Hey, Quill, have you found the cosmic spirit ball?" Lovett greeted casually after taking the communicator from Aka.

But the person on the other side didn't have that time. After getting through, he said hurriedly: "I found it, but now I have two questions."

"Hmm, tell me."

An unknown planet, on a Gobi desert.

Groot, Rocket and Gamora guarded the left and right sides, repelling the endless stream of screaming zombies. Star-Lord knelt on one knee behind the three (?) and spoke quickly using what looked like a makeshift communicator.

.

"One, we are surrounded now, a monster that cannot be killed."

Lovett: "..."

Using his spiritual thoughts, he quickly saw Quill and his party struggling to support themselves on a desert planet through the soul network that now covered half of the universe.

"And the second point is more troublesome!"

"Thanos? Right?" Before he could finish speaking, Lovett raised his eyebrows.

"You really know how to negotiate prices with me, Mr. Quayle."

"The fixed price is 50 million, will the transaction be completed?"

Quill looked confused and bargained the price from 4 billion to 50 million. This was too cruel!

Wait, that’s not right!

He suddenly woke up, raised his head and looked around: "Are you nearby too?!"

……………………

Yesterday I drank with that boss Sun Xin, and I called you over in the middle of the night. I'm sorry.
Chapter completed!