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A faint voice sounded from the throne behind Hela. She turned her head slightly, and walking out of the shadow of the throne was another Hela!

In other words, it is Hela from the main universe.

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

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

Hela doesn't know, so she goes to find the answer to the question... and joins forces with herself.

"So next, are you planning to march into Asgard?"

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

Hela from the sub-universe waved slightly, looked at her other self, narrowed her eyes slightly and said

"First ask where the enemy is!" Main Universe Hela smiled cruelly

"Then just tear it into pieces!"

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When Colson's palm touched the smooth mirror-like stone slab, his whole body 'passed through' it in the next moment.

The smooth stone surface was like a transparent water film, allowing him to pass through it with almost no resistance.

Then he returned to the lumber camp.

This is indeed where they came from. It is exactly the same as the lumberyard they destroyed, even the cracked and black marks on the ground are the same.

So have they returned to reality?

Colson felt that this might not be the case, because standing here, he could also see countless towering, shadowy black towers in the distance...

It condensed countless unimaginable fears and uneasiness. The black tower seemed to be the shadow of fear worshiped by some extremely evil thing. It condensed countless amounts to create something as dark and indescribable as an abyss.

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

"The insect swarm wizard used his 'Evil Sword Law' to erode part of this town and the forest. The upper-dimensional fragment included this place, and now it's time to open the door."

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

"What will happen if it is turned on?" Coulson asked

"Endless swarms of insects will continue to be reborn in the fragments of this upper-dimensional world and enter the real dimension." Desmond shook his head.

"Each insect swarm will hatch new bugs through continuous decay, allowing the bugs to infect the newly born insect swarms, and continue to expand over and over again. This geometrically expanded number will include everything!"

"And the evil sword law of each insect swarm will ensure that more and more powerful people are born among them! From wronged souls to slaves, to knights and wizards, to those superiors with names..."

"Then, they will turn a planet into monsters whose souls have been stolen by them and infected by the abyss. Then, they will continue to spread doubly. They will summon powerful superiors, even the God of the Swarm!"

"Fortunately, it's not too late now, the problem only remains a simple..."

As soon as Desmond finished speaking, a deep purple energy ray suddenly shot out from the shadowy dark forest!

Desmond's cane, which had been well prepared, suddenly deformed and turned into a wriggling silver liquid shield to block this terrifying offensive!

The next moment, hundreds of monsters came out of the forest.

In addition to the insane howling ghosts, there are also some slaves about three meters tall, covered in chitin armor, holding giant swords and shields that look like bones.

Of course, these are not the point.

What caught Coulson's attention the most was undoubtedly the leaders of this group of monsters who looked like they came out of a game.

A wandering...ghost.

It was like a disembodied ghost, and all that seemed to be floating there was a pair of insubstantial armor and tattered robes.

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

"Impermanent and weak lives, can you meet the test I bring?"

A slight sound echoed in Coulson's mind. This was the first time he heard the swarm speak its own voice and language, proving that they were by no means a group of mindless beasts!

"Can you fight against my servants? Can your fragile weapons defeat the armor of my enemies? Can your weak flesh and blood stop the cutting of the blade? Can your weak soul survive the crazy torture?"

The whispers echoed continuously in the minds of Colson and Corvo, and the stimulated Corvo roared and pulled the trigger at the slave in front.

However, this time, the gunpowder and steel-cored bullets that had been so successful just now completely misfired.

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

"The physical laws here are not the same as those of the outside world." Desmond said softly.

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

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

Coulson opened his mouth slightly and expressed his confusion about Desmond bringing along his 'burden'.

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

Coulson hesitated for a moment, then he opened the suitcase, and inside was a silver-white rifle.

"Your lack of imagination and efficiency in the use of precious resources has opened my eyes." Desmond sneered unceremoniously.

"You are probably the only idiots in the universe who would take off the armor of the Father of the Gods and use it to create something like this."

"We can't use or analyze that metal." Coulson raised the gun with a look of helplessness.

"Our final utilization plan is to retain the shape of the metal, and then pour the Rubik's Cube energy into it. After all, this is the only metal that can be exposed to the Rubik's Cube energy for a long time without melting..."

"Okay, no more explanations." Desmond flicked his cane, and the gilded civilized staff instantly transformed into a sharp golden sword!

"I'll deal with the big one, you deal with the small one!"

A strange whistling sound came from the hollow mouthparts of the insect swarm wizard, and as the sound continued, dozens of black and white spheres shining with strange electric arcs appeared above his head.

Desmond charged towards him. The elegant old professor was as strong as a lion at this moment, wielding the sword in his hand and instantly smashed countless flying spheres!

Coulson also picked up the energy gun, pointed it at the attacking insect slaves, and pulled the trigger.

279. Death of Coulson

There is actually no need to describe the battle between Coulson and Desmond.

In essence, this is a simple story with one god and two pits.

The insect swarms fighting in the upper-dimensional mirror world did not show the terrifying oppressive power of other similar species.

After all, their number is too small.

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

They are all slaves and wraiths. Not to mention the knights of the upper level, even the number of "worm eyes" that can be used to piece together and create the lowest level war units is far from enough.

Not to mention the creation of higher-level superior units. After all, although it is impossible to fight with eight poles, the war style of this insect swarm is undoubtedly that of human sea tactics.

But from the side, this is enough to prove the terror of the insect swarm.

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

If left alone, as this upper-dimensional fragmented mirror world merges with the main material world, thousands of insect swarms will soon emerge from the upper-dimensional world and begin to march towards the main material world.

Not only that, but it will also be accompanied by a large number of soul flayers and the subsequent infection problem of source dark matter leakage.

A planet is destroyed in the blink of an eye.

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

When Coulson, who was covered in wounds, his uniform was almost torn to pieces, and had lost his weapon, dragging Corvo out the door while panting, his heart finally relaxed.

Although he had experienced many thrilling battles in his not particularly long career as an agent, there was absolutely no pressure that could compare to the current one.

After all, even death during missions in the past was nothing. Coulson has already had the awareness of death. If they, the agents, don't even have this awareness, they won't get this job.

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

What he was facing was a future where he would stay in that strange black and white world forever after death and accept eternal torment.

Fortunately, he survived.

Just like countless times before, he made it through before collapsing! Perhaps for most people, the only thing that separates them from success is "getting through it."

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

Desmond was very friendly and shook Coulson's hand with a little admiration and recognition, and Coulson accepted it with a smile.

"But the current problem has not been solved yet - that wizard can never be a remnant of the ancient war."

Desmond changed the topic and became extremely serious, and Coulson naturally had no room to interrupt.

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

That was the story told to them by the Skrulls lurking within SHIELD, or... alien history.

They never imagined that the land beneath their feet had experienced such a horrific and extreme war.

"Maybe it's a fish that slipped through the net from other planets." Desmond murmured this in a voice that only he could hear.

"In other words, they...are about to return."

The sound of the helicopter's propellers churning sounded overhead. Sheriff Corvo next to him finally woke up and wanted to get up and pretend to be a hero. However, after seeing the heavily armed helicopters and special forces above him, he decisively chose to act like a hero. Passed out...

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

Colson happily waved to the helicopter and felt much more at ease.

Although he also knew that the power of him and the helicopter overhead were basically useless against a powerful Asgardian...

"Colson, nice to work with."

Desmond looked at Coulson and said softly.

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

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

Coulson actually knew his fate.

Since New York cannot survive Odin's hand, why does he think that it is possible for him to survive if he is more exposed to those darkness?

When Desmond's sword penetrated Coulson's chest and the bright silver blade passed through his chest, Coulson didn't seem to be that intense.

His expression was even more exciting than when he watched Desmond kill Corvo with a knife.

"This is a necessary sacrifice." Desmond put down his weapon and said softly.

"You who have witnessed it with your own eyes should know the terror of the swarm. I have been given the arduous task of preventing these horrific disasters from returning in the long river of history."

Corvo, who was stabbed through the chest by Desmond's sword, also struggled fiercely. He let out a sharp roar that was not like a human being, and his eyes turned into terrifying holes glowing with green light! Black and white liquid oozed from his body!

"His soul has succumbed to the darkness." Desmond cut off his head and said pitifully but coldly.

"Perhaps it was when he saw the soul of his dog, or perhaps when he saw the countless towers... Facing the boundless darkness, the ability of mortal things is still too weak."

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

When they entered this mirror world, some of their souls were left behind forever. When they entered the dark realm as beings on the main material plane, they inevitably left something behind.

Even if there is only a little fragment, even if there is only a little bit of debris, what remains on that side forever will always call to them.

Whether it's dreams or memories, these missing parts will constantly remind them to find themselves so that they can be completed.

This urge and call stems from the body's deepest and most instinctive desire. Even the determined Colson cannot 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 become completely unlike themselves and become slaves to the swarm, being led to try to welcome their master back!

Desmond has lived in Midgard for too long.

He has seen too many crazy humans who were bewitched by the swarm of insects, and whose soul fragments were captured by the upper-dimensional world for various reasons and were tortured.

They must not be let go.

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

Purification and sacrifice, any slack in the fight against darkness is unforgivable.

Desmond brought them into the upper dimension in order to easily determine the extent of their corruption and ensure that they could be killed and purified at any time.

Coulson fell to his knees, his breathing gradually becoming relaxed as his blood flowed, but miraculously, he did not feel any pain.

"Can I leave a few last words?"

Coulson looked at Desmond pleadingly. He knew that he was bound to die. In fact, the constant whispers after leaving the mirror world made him know that he was probably hopeless.