Everyone assumed a battle stance.
However, whether it was Steve Rogers, Black Widow Natasha, Hawkeye Barton, Spider-Man Peter Parker, or the other superheroes, their hearts sank.
Because the figures floating above them were none other than Thor, the Hulk, Iron Man, some members of the X-Men, and other superheroes or villains.
They filled the sky, but they had all become zombies. Their ferocious faces, greedy eyes, and the way they licked their lips indicated that they now saw the others as nothing more than food.
Boom~
The sky was covered in dark clouds, and thunder rumbled. Thor, clad in blood-stained armor and a slightly torn red cape, held Mjolnir in his hand, his gaze as cold and sharp as a wolf's as he looked down.
"I smell something delicious. Hahahahaha."
The once strong and heroic voice now sounded terrifying.
The other zombies also began to laugh.
"Too bad we're already full for now," Iron Man said as his helmet lifted, revealing a chunk missing from the left side of his face, making him look even more grotesque.
The other zombies touched their stomachs—yes, they weren't attacking because they were already full.
And what they had eaten was a Celestial. After consuming it, they gained powerful cosmic energy, which gave them the ability to fly and return to Earth from distant stars.
"Let's keep them alive for now. When we're hungry again, they'll be our food."
Iron Man coldly issued the survivors, including Steve, their fate.
They were like lambs being raised, ready to be eaten at any time.
And it wasn't just them—the remaining survivors on Earth would all become food.
On the ground, Peter Parker bit his lip, his exhausted face full of sadness and determination as he looked one by one at the figures in the sky, those who had once been his familiar comrades or enemies.
Those who had once shared laughter and joy with him were now terrifying, cannibalistic monsters.
The survivors embraced, crying and praying softly in terror, hoping this was just a nightmare. But unfortunately, it was a bloody nightmare that would only end when they were torn apart and devoured—or when they too became part of the nightmare.
"Thor, Stark, you know our oaths and dreams. No one will give up, no one will surrender," Steve Rogers knew they were at the end of the road, but he would never give up, much less allow himself to be raised as food. He understood all too well that once captured, every second of remaining time would be a mental torment worse than death.
Since that was the case, the only option was to fight—to fight until death.
"Such laughable resistance, Captain."
Zombie Thor grinned, a slow, mocking smile. This was not something the original Thor would have done, but the zombie virus had completely twisted their personalities.
Zombie Thor raised Mjolnir.
The thunder roared through the dark clouds in the sky, and a terrifying pressure weighed on everyone, making it hard to breathe.
Thor was one of the most powerful members of the Avengers.
The power Thor displayed was already beyond what those below could resist. Without even attacking, just releasing a bit of his aura was enough to sap their strength. Ordinary people almost fainted on the spot.
Seeing this, Zombie Tony stopped Thor.
"Do you want to turn all our delicious food into charred meat? That's clearly unnecessary. Right, Doctor?"
Zombie Tony turned to look at Zombie Doctor Strange, who had been silent all this time.
Doctor Strange revealed a sinister smile as he looked down.
"Of course."
After he spoke, a dazzling golden magic circle appeared on the ground, and a golden halo formed a cage that trapped Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, and the other survivors within it.
Not only that, but crimson chains emerged from the ground, completely binding Steve and the others who could still fight.
Steve, Peter Parker, Natasha, and the others were bound, their faces full of despair, as they had completely lost the ability to resist.
Seeing this, the other zombies were very pleased.
"Magic is truly fascinating; it can do anything," Zombie Tony chuckled.
A strange glint passed through Zombie Doctor Strange's eyes.
"Earth and Asgard have already fallen, but the gods of Asgard and Olympus have moved toward the cosmos, along with Galactus. Our food supply is dwindling. Tony, do you have any ideas?" Zombie Loki said darkly.
As a zombie, Loki had become even more self-serving. Though he was currently full, he was more concerned about the future.
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Hearing Zombie Loki's words, Zombie Tony's expression changed slightly.
He thought for a moment, "The population of the universe is limited. Eventually, as time goes on, they'll all be eaten. We might need to farm, keep a fixed population to breed more food."
"Besides that, we could search for other universes. Once we finish one universe, we move on to the next. The multiverse is endless; it would be an enormous warehouse."
Tony's plan was simple: farming and searching for new warehouses.
For now, these were the easiest solutions.
Zombie Loki nodded. He hadn't considered the former, as it wasn't how his mind worked. Instead, he had thought of the latter: finding new universes.
But there was a problem.
At this moment, Zombie Doctor Strange spoke up, "I've thought about it, but trying to travel through the multiverse, to open the door to it, is impossible."
"Even with the power of the Infinity Stones, it's not possible."
Zombie Doctor Strange had considered this long ago. He had even tried to tear open a rift in the multiverse to sneak through, but it was completely impossible. A powerful force prevented him from doing so.
This immediately made Zombie Doctor Strange suspicious.
Zombie Tony immediately frowned, "You've tried before? Could it be that you used to be able to do it?"