A faint voice sounded on the throne behind Hela, she turned her head slightly, and walked out of the shadow of the throne - it was another Hela!

In other words, Hela from the main universe.

She was exiled by the future Thor who traveled through this world with the reality gem, but the strange thing is that when she reappeared, it was in Helheim in the sub-universe.

What exactly happened in this, and what kind of mysterious power was at work in it?

Hela doesn't know, so she will go to find the answer to the question...to join forces with herself.

"Then next step, are you planning to march into Asgard?"

"You are also me, you are also the goddess of death, you know what we should do."

Hela from the sub-universe waved slightly, looked at the other self, and squinted slightly.

"Ask where the enemy is first!" The main universe Hela smiled cruelly

"Then tear it to shreds!"

...

When Coulson's palm touched the slate as smooth as a mirror panel, his entire body was 'pierced' in the next moment.

The smooth stone surface was like a transparent water film, and he passed through it with almost no resistance.

Then he went back to the lumber mill.

This was indeed where they came from, exactly the same as the lumber mill they had destroyed, even the charred traces of splintering on the ground.

So are they back to reality?

Coulson felt that this should not be the case, because standing here, he could also see the countless black towers that towered into the clouds in the distance...

Condensing countless unimaginable fears and unease, the black tower seems to be the shadow of fear worshipped by some extremely evil thing, condensing countless, creating something as dark and indescribable as the abyss.

"This is the part they eroded," Desmond said solemnly.

"The swarm wizard used his 'law of the evil sword' to erode part of the town and the forest. The Shangwei fragment included this place, and now it's time to open the door."

"The wizard stayed here for more than two months! I'm afraid he came here a long time ago and eroded this land without looking... ready to open the door at any time!"

"What happens when you turn it on?" Coulson asked

"The endless swarm will continue to regenerate and enter the real dimension in the fragments of this upper dimension world." Desmond shook his head and said.

"Each swarm will incubate new worms through uninterrupted corruption, allowing the worms to infect the newly-born swarms, and continue to expand over and over again. This geometrically expanding number will cover everything!"

"And the law of the evil sword of each swarm will ensure that more and more powerful people are born among them! From ghosts to slaves, to knights and wizards, to those who have names..."

"Then, they will turn a planet into monsters whose souls have been captured by them and infected by the abyss, and then continue to multiply. They will summon powerful superiors, even the **** of the swarm!"

"Fortunately, it's still too late, the problem is only maintained in a simple..."

As soon as Desmond's words fell, a deep purple energy ray suddenly shot out from the shadowy dark forest!

Desmond's cane, who had been prepared for a long time, suddenly deformed, turning into a squirming silver liquid shield to block the terrifying offensive!

And the next moment, from the forest, hundreds of monsters came out.

In addition to those madly howling souls, there are also some servants who are about three meters tall and covered in chitin armor, holding huge swords and shields like bones.

Of course, these are not the point.

What caught Coulson's attention the most was undoubtedly this group of monster-like leaders who came out of the game.

A wandering... ghost.

It was like an incorporeal ghost, and what seemed to be floating there was nothing but a pair of empty armor and tattered robes.

But under that illusory shadow, there seems to be something indefinite in life. When staring at it, countless souls are singing softly...

"The impermanent and weak beings, can you meet the test I bring?"

A slight voice echoed in Coulson's mind. This was the first time he heard the swarm make his own voice and language, proving that they were definitely not a group of mindless beasts!

"Can you fight against my servants? Can your fragile weapon defeat the armor of my enemy? Can your weak flesh resist the cutting of the blade? Can your weak soul survive the frenzied torture?"

The whispers echoed in the minds of Coulson and Corvo uninterruptedly, and Corvo, who was stimulated, roared and pulled the trigger at the servant in front.

However, this time, the gunpowder and steel-cored bullets, which had been unfavorable just now, were completely misfired.

No matter how much they pulled the trigger, nothing came out of the barrel.

"The laws of physics are not in common with the outside world," Desmond said softly.

"This is a world destined for the chaotic rules of the swarm, and outside physics is useless here. Only pure energy from the positive universe can resist and correct such distortions."

"...Then why did you let me come here? What's the point?"

Coulson opened his mouth slightly, expressing confusion about Desmond's "burden" behavior.

"You have weapons, Coulson, you have them." Desmond looked at Coulson's suitcase meaningfully.

After a moment of hesitation, Coulson opened the suitcase, which contained a silver-white rifle.

"The lack of your imagination and the efficiency with which you use your precious resources is an eye-opener," Desmond sneered unceremoniously.

"Probably only a **** like you in the entire universe would take off the armor of the father of the gods and use it to create something like this."

"We can't use and analyze that metal either." Coulson raised the gun helplessly

"Our final solution is to keep the shape of that metal, and then pour the cube energy into it. After all, this is the only metal that can touch the cube energy for a long time without melting..."

"Okay, stop explaining it." Desmond flicked his cane lightly, and the gilded civilization staff instantly transformed into a sharp golden sword!

"I deal with the big ones, you deal with the little ones!"

There was a strange squeaking sound from the nihilistic mouthparts of the swarm wizard, and as the sound progressed, dozens of black and white spheres shining with strange arcs appeared above his head.

Desmond charged on it, this elegant old professor was as vigorous as a lion at the moment, and the sword in his dancing hand instantly shattered countless flying spheres!

And Coulson also picked up the energy gun, aimed at the swarm servants and pulled the trigger.

279. Death of Colson

There really isn't much need to describe the fight between Coulson and Desmond.

Essentially, this is a simple story of one **** with two pits.

The swarm that fought in the mirror world of the upper dimension did not display the oppression of his other horrors.

After all, their number is too small.

The real swarm lurking in this small town is only the leading 'Wizard', and all the other swarms are low-level swarms created by alienating local creatures and materials.

All are slaves and resentful spirits, not to mention the higher-level knights, and even the number of 'worm eyes' that can be used to piece together and create the lowest level of war units is far from enough.

Not to mention the creation of higher-level higher-level arms. After all, although eight poles can't fight, the war style of this swarm is undoubtedly a sea of ​​​​tactics.

But from the side, this is also enough to prove the horror of the swarm.

Just a wizard, perhaps less than a year of incubation time, almost alienated the entire town into the world base of the swarm.

If left alone, with the chimera of this upper-dimensional fragmented mirror world and the main material world, thousands of insect swarms will soon pour out of the upper-dimensional world and begin to march towards the main material world.

Not only that, but there must also be a large number of Soul Reavers and the consequent problem of source dark matter leakage and infection.

A planet is finished in the blink of an eye.

It can be said that as long as Coulson arrives one day late, the disaster will finally end with the Rainbow Bridge cleaning the entire state of Alabama.

When Coulson, who was covered in wounds and his uniform was almost torn to shreds, and lost his weapon, panted and dragged Corvo out of the door, his heart finally relaxed.

Although he did not have a particularly long career as a special agent and experienced many thrilling battles, there is absolutely no pressure that can be compared to now.

After all, when performing tasks before, even death is nothing. Coulson has already had the consciousness of death, and if they, these agents, can't even do this, they won't get the job.

But this time, in that weird upper-dimensional world, Coulson was faced with the fact that there was no peace after death.

What he faces is a future that will stay in that weird black and white world forever after death, accepting eternal torture.

Fortunately, he survived.

Like countless times before, he survived before he collapsed! Perhaps for the vast majority of people, their distance from success is only this one "survival".

"Congratulations, son of Cole, you saved your country and even the planet."

Desmond was very friendly and shook hands with Coulson with a little admiration and acknowledgment, and Coulson accepted it with a smile.

"But the problem has not been solved yet - that wizard can never be left over from the ancient war."

Desmond's words changed and became extremely serious, and Coulson naturally had no room for interjection.

But in fact, Coulson actually knows most of the 'history'.

That's the story the Skrulls lurking inside S.H.I.E.L.D. told them, or rather... an alien history.

They did not expect that the land under their feet had experienced such a terrifying and extreme war.

"Perhaps a slip through the net from another planet," Desmond murmured in a voice only he could hear.

"Or rather, they... are about to return."

The sound of the helicopter's propeller churning sounded overhead. Sheriff Corvo, who was next to him, finally woke up and wanted to stand up and pretend to be a hero, but after seeing the heavily armed helicopter and the special forces above his head, he decided to choose a shock and install it directly. passed out...

"Don't worry, that's mine! Hey, I'm here!"

Coulson happily waved at the helicopter, and his heart became much more stable.

Although he also knows that the power of him and the helicopter above him is basically useless against a powerful Asgardian...

"Colson, it's a pleasure working together."

Desmond looked at Coulson and said softly.

"But for the future of you and those around you...for the future of you and your family, Coulson, you should know what I'm going to do next."

Coulson, who seemed to understand something, turned his head and looked at Desmond, his eyes became silent.

Colson actually knew his own destiny.

Since New York can't survive Odin's hands, why does he think that it is possible for him to be more exposed to the darkness?

When Desmond's blade pierced Coulson's chest and the silvery blade passed through his chest, Coulson didn't seem to be so intense.

His expression was even more agitated than watching Desmond kill Corvo with a knife.

"This is a necessary sacrifice." Desmond said softly, putting down his weapon.

"Those of you who have seen it with your own eyes should know the horror of the swarm. I have been given the daunting task of preventing these horrific disasters from returning from the long river of history."

And Corvo, who was pierced by Desmond's sword, also struggled fiercely. His mouth let out a sharp roar that was not like a human being, and his eyes turned into terrifying and green holes! Black and white liquid oozes out of his body!

"His soul has succumbed to the darkness." Desmond beheaded him, pitifully but grimly.

"Perhaps when he saw the soul of his dog, or when he saw the countless towers... In the face of the boundless darkness, the ability of ordinary things to bear is still too weak."

In fact, when Coulson and Corvo came into contact with these swarms, they were already helpless.

When their souls entered this mirror world, some were left on that side forever, and when they stepped into the dark realm as the existence of the main material plane, it was inevitable to leave something behind.

Even if there is only a little bit of debris, even if there is only a little bit of debris, what will always stay on that side will always be calling them all the time.

Whether it is sleep or memory, these missing parts will constantly remind them to find themselves and make them up.

And this kind of urging and calling stems from the deepest and most instinctive desire of the body, and even the determined Coulson could not resist such an instinctive desire.

No matter how firm the human will is, even if it is steel, it will fall into madness under the erosion bit by bit.

Then, they will become completely unlike themselves, and become slaves of the swarm, led to try to welcome the return of their master!

Desmond had lived in Midgard for too long.

He has seen too many mad humans who were bewitched by the insect swarm, and the fragments of their souls were captured and tortured by the upper-dimensional world for various reasons.

They absolutely cannot be ignored.

Desmond didn't want to gamble on their willpower, because once any of them were loosened, once they were linked to the swarm, the damage would be a thousand times greater.

Purification and sacrifice, any slack in the face of the dark struggle is unforgivable.

Desmond brought them into the Upper Dimensional world in order to determine the extent of their corruption, and to ensure that they could be killed and purified at any time.

Coulson fell to his knees, his breathing gradually eased as the blood flowed, but unbelievably, he didn't feel any pain.

"Can you leave me a last word?"

Coulson looked at Desmond pleadingly, he knew he was going to die, and in fact the constant whispers after leaving the mirror world let him know that he was probably helpless.