Chapter 513: Portal

"What's going on?"

Fu Qinghai asked Camille.

"Very, very minor injuries."

The chief pharmacist shrugged and said:

"It healed so quickly that there was no scar left."

At this time, in the medical room of the Purity, a Space Marine was lying on the operating table, receiving a full-body examination by a pharmacist. The conclusion was that there was no problem at all. Even his set of Assault Terminator armor was repeatedly checked by the technical sergeant, and no virus invasion or machine soul contamination was found.

"Please describe the situation again."

Fu Qinghai said to his men.

"Khan, this is what happened then..."

The Space Marine tried his best to recall and describe all the details.

After listening to this, Fu Qinghai lowered his chin and said nothing.

"What do you think?"

Fu Qinghai turned and looked at his teammates in the Reincarnation Realm.

"Terminator, very much like."

Ron said.

"And it's a version above T-1000."

Upton's conclusion was more detailed:

"He described it very clearly. The silver liquid metal is Skynet's T series, not the Legion's REV series. The Legion's new Terminator is black liquid metal."

"So, what's the point of attacking my soldiers?"

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.

"Perhaps, just a test?"

Ron scratched his head and said:

"Maybe these Terminators just want to see if they can break through the defense of the tactical dreadnought armor."

"Hmm... most likely."

Fu Qinghai stroked his chin and thought.

Even if the unknown model Terminator broke through the defense of the Assault Terminator Power Armor, it was actually no big deal. After all, real-life combat was not a game-like contest of attack and defense values. Power armor was not a perfectly round sphere. Any armor had weak gaps, even Iron Man's armor. The eyepiece and neck of the Space Marine Power Armor were well-known weak spots. Fu Qinghai himself often used these weaknesses to kill traitor Space Marines with one blow. But could he accurately find this weakness in a fierce battle? It all depended on his own ability.

The key is...

The Terminator is mixed in with the zombies.

Is this situation worth analyzing and interpreting?

"Qingming."

Fu Qinghai said softly.

"I am here, Master."

Qingming's voice rang in my ears.

"Where is Ultron?"

Fu Qinghai asked directly.

"I'm sorry, Master."

Qing Ming said with some helplessness:

"Ultron is aware of my existence and is now constantly strengthening his defenses. I cannot lock onto his position for the time being."

"Okay, then go ahead."

Fu Qinghai nodded.

Apart from the Terminator episode, there were no unexpected incidents during the group's occupation of Manhattan Island, and they successfully cleared out the zombies on the island.

In this chaotic card game with an unknown number of players, Fu Qinghai played his cards carefully and cautiously. He had just gained a solid foothold and was not in a hurry to throw out the trump card immediately.

The one who came up was about to show off the Emperor-class battleship.

I'm afraid he has never won a game of Landlord.

Others play three pairs and the big and small kings, right?

When the perfect human played a corpse demon, Fu Qinghai threw out an Iron Pagoda Terminator to cover it. When the perfect human played a Chaos Zombie, Fu Qinghai threw out a "Pojun Golden Armor" to eat it. It was a bit like countering the opponent's move.

The battlefield was like a dark forest shrouded in the fog of war. Fu Qinghai didn't know what tricks Perfect Human had yet to use, and Perfect didn't know his next move either. But he had to try his best to always have a trump card in his hand.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

In the case of suspicion of the existence of a third camp.

No one wants to be that "praying mantis".

…

At the same time.

Staten Island, New York.

The zombies here have also been cleared out.

There is only one bridge connecting Staten Island to downtown Brooklyn, New York, and the ocean forms a simple barrier that blocks the spread of the virus to a certain extent. The population here is not particularly dense, and the perfect humans don't seem to pay attention to it, resulting in a total of not many zombies here. The spellcasters of the fifth dimension quickly wiped them all out and then occupied the island.

At this moment, in the middle of Staten Island.

A group of mages or warlocks gathered in a circle.

All are spellcasters from the fifth dimension.

The levels of these spellcasters are not very high, but they all have one thing in common - they have all mastered a metamagic feat called "Spell Synergy"!

Spell Synergy, a famous metamagic feat, specifically allows spells to be more effective by jointly casting the same spell with another or more individuals.

There are a total of twelve spellcasters here at this time.

They gathered in a circle and chanted the spell together.

"Ehh..."

The spellcaster's chant echoed.

The half-elf druid stood on the roof, quietly watching his men continue to cast spells. Although he did not participate in the joint casting process, he had to be on the sidelines to ensure that the spell was foolproof, because this determined the direction of the major events in the plot line.

The perfect humans had already fought with all their might, leaving no room for maneuver. Ashburn judged that they were most likely from the Ultron camp. The reincarnations from the Avengers camp were also unwilling to be outdone, even though the superheroes were almost wiped out.

But that giant construct...

Whenever Ashburn thought of that scene, he still felt a lingering fear - the black gold four-armed giant fell from the sky, completely dismembered the Chaos Zombie with just a few cuts, and then his arms spewed out a blazing fire that could cleanse the world and burn the sky. Ashburn could feel the extreme temperature coming from a distance, which was enough to melt gold and fossils. The Chaos Zombie, the perfect secret weapon of mankind, didn't even last a round when it encountered that constructed creature.

It is indeed a construct.

Rather than some kind of golem.

Ashburn was very sure.

He had traveled to the Mechanus, an outer plane in the Dungeons & Dragons universe, and even there, he had never seen such powerful warforged or constructs.

This is like playing Landlord. Some people worry that they will throw out the royal bomb too early, resulting in having no cards to play in the later stage. Some people worry that they will be too hesitant in playing cards, resulting in a bunch of good cards rotting in their hands.

Seeing with his own eyes that the Druid of the Zero Realm Guild turned into a crow and flew into the head of the construct, it was obvious that they were in the same group. Ashborn was now very worried that if he didn't take action...

The reduction in reincarnation point gains is secondary.

The key is that it might anger that adult.

This resulted in the community's goal failing.

"Has there been any news from that lord?"

Ashburn asked in a low voice.

"No, sir."

The drow shook his head and said.

"We can't wait any longer."

Ashburn said to himself.

It's like giving myself some confidence.

"He said that he would come as a savior, and the earth would need to become bad enough - what perfect humans are doing now completely meets this requirement. But! The world must not be saved before the savior comes. There is only one God in the world, and mortals do not need a second savior, otherwise the fools will not know which one to believe in."

Ashburne became more and more determined as he spoke.

It seems like he is constantly confirming his own decisions.

"You're right, sir."

The drow could only echo.

"The biochemical crisis can only be ended by us."

Ashborn stared at the reincarnations who were casting spells.

"Ss ...

The chanting of the mages and warlocks finally ended.

A huge, distorted vision appeared in the sky. The space was like a soft, transparent curtain, which was instantly grabbed and torn apart by a giant hand, revealing the dark deep space behind it, and a fleet of creatures swarming in from the deep space.

The spellcasters of the fifth dimension worked together to cast a spell and forcefully opened a portal that connected to a terrifying planet tens of thousands of light years away from Earth. The planet's orbit was extremely disordered, and it was more than 70 degrees below zero all year round. In the clouds, there was a layer of ice crystals made of blood - it was said that all of them were snowflakes made of the blood of alien slaves. The terrifying reputation of the planet was well-known in the galaxy.

Chitauri.

Marvel's famous bloody mercenary and slave master.

The space rift is getting bigger and bigger.

The Chitauri flying chariots were running around, the Leviathan biological spaceships were slowly soaring, there were Chitauri soldiers howling constantly, and blue plasma beams were shooting everywhere...

The clear blue skies of Staten Island.

Almost filled with alien troops!

...

(End of this chapter)