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"Weak democracy cannot save this filthy galaxy. The only justice you need is power - only power is the only truth!"

Cross's hands trembled several times. She looked at Trazin imploringly, and the teasing that could be seen on Trazin's steely face made Cross tremble all over.

Maybe he is just a fun toy to Trazin now... No, I'm afraid this is the case for the entire Xandar civilization.

But what are they? What else do they deserve? When the terrifying undead roamed the galaxy in front of them, their ancestors were probably still drinking blood.

"Traitor...tyrant...dictator, I will...make it known to the public!"

The adjutant who was photographed on the wall was still chattering. Trazin didn't tolerate her, so he raised his hand and enveloped her with a green ray!

Amidst the shrill screams, the adjutant's flesh and blood was peeled off in an instant, and his pale frame was covered with silver-black light. In the end, he crawled in front of Trazin like a puppet.

"Will my people...become like this?"

Cross looked at the adjutant who was lying on the ground and turned into a steel skeleton, and whispered

"Will my people only be your pets and slaves from now on?"

"No, you still seem to have a huge misunderstanding of us."

Trazin shook his head as if sighing, grabbed the puppet-like steel skeleton, and said lightly

"You are different from us. Your souls have a destination and the only destination for our souls is darkness. I should have told you that we can only ease the process of souls falling into darkness through the act of killing."

"For those of us Necron overlords who have complete consciousness, we have another way to maintain our souls from falling into darkness... But for some other people, they still need killing and other actions to maintain My own self.”

"This is how the Suzheng Agreement transforms you in a sense. All those transformed by the Suzheng Agreement have only two choices: keep their souls intact and truly become one of us, or have a part of them torn off by us. The soul goes to death incomplete."

"Even if we have crushed the gods in the sky, we cannot compete with death itself... You are not our pets and slaves. We have put the power of choice in your hands."

Cross looked at Trazin's natural gesture, his lips moved slightly, but he swallowed all the words.

Was Trazin’s approach cruel? There is no doubt that he is domineering and arrogant, cruel and autocratic!

The choice they give is not a choice at all. It is nothing more than telling you that you will either die now or die without a complete body later.

But he at least gave them a little hope of survival... He at least gave those sacrificial lambs a little time to survive.

Cross clenched his fists and then lowered them, sweat dripping from his face. After repeating this hesitant behavior countless times, she lowered her head and said in a very low voice.

"I...promise you."

"Then, the transaction takes effect from now on."

Trazin smiled and held Cross's hand, and at this moment, a certain contract was concluded so that both of them could no longer violate the contents of this contract.

Cross will sell the souls of half of Xandar's remaining people in exchange for a chance to defeat the Necron and escape from here.

And Trazin will fulfill his promise, send the remaining half of Xandar out of this dangerous death place, and defeat those terrifying cosmic tumors, the evil stars.

In fact, for him, the latter is what he really needs to do.

Asking Cross to sign a contract to sell half of his soul was just incidental in a sense.

Like a man who catches a bug while fighting off an intruder. It may be a new pleasure, but it doesn't matter whether he is there or not.

"Then, I will arrange all the drama for you."

Trazin grabbed the cane and said elegantly and happily

"You will continue to act as the great leader of Xandar. No one will know about this transaction, and you will become Noah who once again leads your people out of disaster..."

"No, I will stay." Cross said in a deep voice

"I will no longer lead my people... The surviving half should be led by people more suitable than me. As for me... I want to stay and advance and retreat together with the people I abandoned."

"As for my reputation, it doesn't matter...let me live in the history of Xandar as a tyrant, a clown who is greedy for life and afraid of death."

"Why didn't I see that you have such a strong tendency to self-destruct?" Trazin sighed in admiration or something else.

"You are truly a martyr... But with all due respect, who do you think is more suitable to lead your people in the future?"

"...Carol will do a good job in this responsibility." Cross clenched his fists and said calmly.

"She is less suitable for playing politics than me, but she doesn't care about those extraneous things compared to me... Maybe she is not a Xandarian, but she will definitely be a qualified leader."

"You are so generous to allow an alien to rule your people." Trazin admired.

"You are really a kind and righteous martyr! And congratulations, your actions have brought the possibility of a new entry for those guys who were originally eliminated."

"Then, let's start with me."

Cross took a deep breath, half-knelt in front of Trazin, humbly lowered his proud head, and whispered

"From now on, I will only have a body of steel."

"From now on, flesh and blood Cross is dead."

273.Colson rolls the dice

"If this continues, I really don't know how to write a report."

Coulson closed the notebook in his hand and sighed sadly.

Until now, more than a month has passed since the beginning of his mission, but he still has not officially encountered and come into contact with his mission target.

This is not good news for him. He has stayed in this town for too long. If he continues, he will definitely be recalled by Nick Fury. Although he will not have much blame for the failure of the mission, But it will definitely affect your promotion.

Thinking of this, Colson took a sip of coffee and looked at the dark cloudy sky outside the window and fell into deep thought.

In fact, he is not the kind of character who would worry about the world being unstable just for the sake of his own promotion and performance. He is the complete opposite of that kind of good-natured character.

If this peaceful town can continue to survive peacefully, then Coulson is actually very happy to see the failure of his mission.

The 'achievement' of these special workers is an outright disaster for ordinary people. Their achievements are basically based on hundreds of times or even more lives.

But the problem is... although the main target has not been caught by Coulson until now, the problems in this town have never been solved.

From a month ago, there were still a large number of frequent missing pets. In the cattle farm in the west of the town, a large number of beef cattle disappeared some time ago.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sudden change in the water quality of the town. It is said that one night the tap water flowing out of the entire town was actually blood!

The guy hiding in the shadows is undoubtedly an extremely cunning and promoted opponent. Although Coulson doesn't know what the guy wants those pets and beef cattle for, it is definitely not good news.

Because the hunting level of that monster is actually increasing.

From small pets at the beginning, to large pets, and then to large-scale attacks on medium and large animals.

If this arrangement is followed, when will they hunt humans next?

Coulson was a little lost in his thoughts, and just as he was thinking about the problem, the commotion outside the window attracted his attention.

The black police officer from the small town who was already familiar with Colson hurriedly walked in. Before Colson could ask anything, he explained everything in detail.

"What? Three children were swept away by a dark shadow?"

Coulson stood up with a bang, and sure enough, the worst thing happened!

"I should have gone directly to rescue those children, but our weapons reserves are really not enough..."

The black police officer complained to Coulson.

Many people believe that the firepower of the American police is sufficient based on the news and various channels. This statement is not wrong, but it is not entirely correct.

In a remote town in an underdeveloped area like Alabama, most of the firepower of the police stationed here is very insufficient.

The reason is simple, there is no money and no cost.

Although the police can purchase private guns, they are not allowed to make private modifications. If they are found to be using private guns when performing their duties, they will often be labeled as suspected of deliberate revenge.

That's it if it's the police in a big city. They have enough funds to submit applications directly to the government or accept "sponsorship" from some companies.

Although you can't get the IRS tank next door, it is at least enough to suppress most criminals.

And in a small town like this, it is obviously impossible to expect to be as arrogant as the New York police.

Although this somewhat fat black police officer appeared to be a little scared, it was not just out of fear that he did not save those children.

He just understood that it was impossible to use the 'good gun' in his hand, which had not been fired for about ten years, against enemies who seemed to be unknown species or gangsters.

Coulson is an agent. Although he looks like a good old guy, he is definitely the easiest group of people in this country to get approval to purchase and use a large number of heavy weapons!

"Tell me the location of those children!"

While reloading his gun, Colson dialed the communication for help and said to the black police officer:

"They went to the abandoned lumber camp on the east side of town."

"Okay, I'll go over first!" Colson picked up the notebook and stuffed it into his breast pocket, and said to the black police officer.

"There is a suitcase under the window of the hotel I am staying in. The password is 2389. When you are ready, come to me with the weapons inside!"

After saying that, Coulson ran in the direction he pointed without hesitation.

…

While paying attention to his birth, Ultron also noticed many interesting things.

That is, the world is moving step by step towards a state of collapse of painting style.

The biggest reason why Ultron previously firmly believed that he was not in universe 19999 was that the "painting style" was wrong.

In the world he lives in, the existence of superheroes is not only widespread but also unscrupulous, and the number of active villains on the streets also has the style of ancient comics.

It's like a bunch of punks who didn't finish public high school get an alien weapon and start shouting about taking over the world.

Plenty of these comical goofballs populate the careers of many superheroes, making it all scary and absurd.

Ultron once had many questions and questions about the strange world he lived in, but now, all the answers have been solved.

The world has indeed reached this situation driven by various factors.

Because of Odin's declaration and cruel punishment, the number of people throughout the earth who are hostile to Asgard has skyrocketed, but at the same time, the number of people who have developed a strong worship of Odin is also increasing day by day.

The third great god, Grimm, Wednesday, the god of scepters, the father of the gods...

Odin's existence itself already had some believers even before Asgard came.

Although the Nordic people's belief in Odin and the Asa clan was almost wiped out due to the impact of Jesus Christ, thanks to the openness of modern beliefs, there has never been a small number of religions that worship Odin.

And with Odin making such a fuss, these sects naturally sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

They spread doctrines and spread opinions vigorously, claiming that Odin is the true master of the earth.

Their loyal appearance when they were licking dogs made people wonder if they were Asgardian spies.

Oh no, that's impossible. Asgardians are stupid, but they're not that stupid!

But even so, the trend of faith centered on Odin still spreads like a virus.

Because a serious question lies across the faces of the three major religions - no matter how omnipotent your boasted God is, our God has appeared not long ago!

It has to be said that Odin's choice to bombard New York with the Rainbow Bridge may be a major reason for the spread of his faith.

This destruction and his cold declaration promoted the prevalence of nihilism, and Odin's voice also overturned the previous theory of the so-called Asgardian aliens.

Regardless of its nature, this ability is enough for Odin to call himself the omnipotent lord.

Even the upper echelons of society in many countries have joined these chaotic sects, almost completely using Odin as a wishing machine.

Of course, Odin is destined not to respond to a word, but the result of this series of coquettish operations is...

These chaotic religious groups have grown into quite a trouble, and they seem to be a contagious virus, spreading a specialized virus.

The only benefit this virus of ignorance and ignorance brings is a sense of stupid security, but what it creates is a large number of anti-intellectual Adventists.

Looking at the mess of troubles, Ultron sighed quietly.

He never seemed to be the one who witnessed history.

He will always be the one who promotes the achievement of history.

274. A world gradually becoming cartoonish

The United States is now gaining vitality amid unprecedented chaos.

The Rainbow Bridge's act of turning the entire New York City into a white space undoubtedly caused the United States to suffer huge losses that it has not suffered since World War II. Whether in an economic or political sense, the huge losses almost caused the United States to withdraw from its current world hegemony!

Losing such a world financial center that is not the capital but is better than the capital, the United States should suffer a heavy blow that can almost knock down this eagle of God.

But the fact is... the United States is getting some weird vitality from the chaos, and even getting a weird progress from the chaos that extended after this huge loss.

Those who left New York before it was destroyed for various reasons, whether they were good guys or bad guys, or villains and heroes, all began to branch out in other cities.

Just like Kingpin, the criminal king who chose to set foot in Los Angeles and make a comeback soon gathered a powerful force.

No, if we just look at the territory and income, Kingpin's power here is even greater than the territory he once had in New York.