Chương 558: Chapter 380 Three Detectives (Part 1)_1

In front of the star, two tiny black dots in the field of view were rapidly growing larger. Polaris, with her green hair, propped her chin up with her hand, thoughtfully observing the spaceship that Magneto had moulded into an iron sphere. When Magneto put down his hand, she also extended hers, aiming at another ship remaining on the right wing.

There's no wind in the cosmos, yet Polaris' long hair began to float, dancing in the air like a flapping flag. Her movements mirrored Magneto's - she extended her hand and gently closed it.

However, the remaining spaceship didn't dismantle cleanly, only its deck shape altering a little. Polaris exhaled and shook her head.

She turned to Magneto, who glanced at her and said, "Watch, for the last time."

After speaking, he seemed somewhat impatient. He raised his hand again, without any superfluous action, immediately. Without any explosion or sound, countless parts of the spaceship were floating in the cosmos, as if carefully disassembled. Polaris murmured, "...Deconstruction?"

After thinking for a few seconds, she extended her hand again. A ship on the left wing was dismantled by her, but something seemed to go wrong when she deconstructed the cockpit, and Polaris frowned deeply.

Neither father nor daughter seemed to pay attention to the light gathering at the main cannon mouth of the battleship. When it fired, the scorching energy that was shot out was instantly forced back into the cannon's mouth and the entire barrel of the gun exploded with a "boom", reducing nearly half of the ship into ashes.

Every weapon that fired at them seemed to collectively malfunction, and all the energy and shells meant to be launched spilled back down their barrels, resulting in explosions in their own cannon bores.

This kind of bore explosion was fatal - the external shields of the spaceships were not enough to resist the impact of their own weapon explosion. Around ten battleships suffered damage from bore explosions during the first round of fire.

The commander didn't react quickly enough to understand what had happened. Red alarms filled the control panel, their alerts blending into a constant siren, making it impossible to distinguish which ship was reporting the damage.

The fleet was fortunate to be used as a teaching tool by Magneto, and it was even luckier that Polaris was a beginner. Otherwise, by now, the entire fleet would have been reduced to mere playthings in Magneto's hands.

Magneto wasn't whimsically teaching Polaris - he realized that the strength of the Mutant Brotherhood was insufficient to step onto the interstellar stage. In the realm of the cosmos, apart from him, everyone else seemed to be a burden.

Xavier's school had chosen a few mutant students to coexist with symbiotes in the Andromeda galaxy with good results. Although the students were young, they could do much with the help of the symbiotes.

In contrast, the Brotherhood seemed small. Aside from Mystique, who could handle some diplomatic tasks, most of the others were useless in every aspect. Both publicly and privately, Polaris was the one worthy of being cultivated.

On Hive Home Star, the Hive naturally sensed the arrival of the fleet. He initially thought the time for concerted inside-out efforts had arrived. As a lord recognized by the Capital Planet, he should receive help from the fleet in the face of an invasion. But after waiting for a long while, he saw no attack from the cosmic fleet, which made Hive feel puzzled. Why didn't they attack the surface?

At the same time, the fleet commander shared the Hive's feelings. Logically, the lord of this planet should have noticed the arrival of the fleet. Why wasn't he cooperating with the fleet's attack?

Now, both sides were thinking the same thing: Where is the cosmic fleet? Help out! Where is the planet's lord? Help out!

Several dozen seconds later, the commander finally recovered from his shock and began to contact the lord of the planet. When Hive received the communication, he was frustrated beyond words.

I was counting on you to save me! Now I have to save you! You didn't even look at what monsters there are on the surface of this planet!

The heavy rain enveloping the planet hadn't ceased, and everyone battling in the rain was indiscriminate in their attacks, voicing their anger through fire, explosions, and roars, not caring who their opponents were.

When it comes to destruction and ruin, mankind has an innate talent. They aren't afraid to drop bombs on the planet they live on, turning the home that sustains their lives into a well-stocked arsenal, without considering the retreat after the end of the world.

If this place was not Earth, and humans neither needed to be responsible for its environment nor bear any post-war recovery work, the extent of the destroyed buildings and the number of dead aliens would not concern them.

Then humanity would show this universe what are called children of chaos and entropy demons.

If you pull your view back, after a period of chaotic fighting, the entire Hive Home Star had turned from a potato-like ball into a block of cheese. It was almost impossible to differentiate who caused more destruction.

If you had to assign blame, the large craters were Iron Man's handiwork, and buildings that vanished without changing the topography were likely devoured by Venom Bat. Huge piles of rubble were the product of Doctor Lizard, while buildings severely damaged likely resulted from the Hulk's blows.

As for the others, their primary task was to draw the fire of these humanoid cannons and run around the city. Like Steve, wherever he passed, there was likely to be a big hole from Iron Man's bombing, and wherever Iron Man passed, Dr. Strange's magical glow was sure to be found.

In this endless destruction, all the huge tentacles near the Hive were crushed into a pulp, with only a single solitary entity standing upright.

When he looked up at the stars, what he saw was a series of exploding sparks. The debris of the spaceships fell like a rain of fire. Once they came into contact with the rain droplets close to the surface, thick smoke rose, hitting the ground and leaving a charred hole. Beyond that, not a single complete corpse could be found.

Hive was utterly despairing. An indescribable despair and darkness engulfed him. He didn't understand - just what had happened to this planet?

Just as he wanted to muster the last of his strength and struggle, he saw a beautiful arc of light appear on the distant horizon. It was a radiant brilliance he had never seen before, superior to the countless sunrises and sunsets of this planet.

Like a blooming flower bud, the star gradually matured from a vibrant orange to a terrifyingly vivid red, which spread and almost swallowed the entire star system.

Sitting in the cabin of the luminous spaceship, Schiller looked at the view outside the window. Although it was far from the star system of the Hive Home Star, he could still witness this magnificent cosmic fireworks display.

The varying rays of light flickered like neon lights, casting a gentle glow over the dim cockpit; Schiller slowly closed his eyes and let his consciousness sink before appearing in his Thought Palace.

It was a small projection room, a figure in a black trench coat was already waiting there. Schiller in a white coat, approached and sat on the sofa beside him, where a screen displayed the rapid evolution of the sun.

"How does it feel to play hooky?" asked the Schiller in the black trench coat. The Schiller in the white coat pushed his glasses up and replied, "I am on a legitimate leave, just like you."

"By the way, where did 'Superego' take that madman?"

"He should be on the 100th floor or so now, I'm not sure which one specifically, but he seems to be enjoying himself. After all, he doesn't have to compete with Jack for Bruce anymore; he has half a Batman to himself."

"Honestly, letting him out was quite risky." The white-coated Schiller shook his head, "When you gave me that suggestion, I thought you had gone mad."

"I was almost driven mad. The new umbrella I worked so hard to get broke in a matter of days in your hands." The black-clothed Schiller snorted, "Of course I had to give them a taste of their own medicine."

"Your way of handling things doesn't align with Marvel, this roundabout, multi-target strategy is better suited for your world." The white-coated Schiller shook his head.

His gaze settled on the screen in front of him, the scene of the rapidly evolving sun started playing in reverse at a high speed.

The expanding sun began to shrink, the craters on the Hive Home Star gradually filled up, and spaceships quickly retreated back into the Solar System. Earth started spinning in reverse from East to West, transitioning from day to night, back to the evening the incident happened in the sanatorium.

When Schiller saw the moment his umbrella got slashed, the atmosphere in the entire scene froze, the minute dust particles clearly visible. Through the window, shards of glass, caused by Iron Man's abrupt entry, hung in mid-air, reflecting brilliant rays of light.

In the second Schiller froze; the DC Schiller, hundreds of floors high in the Tower, wearing a black trench coat, froze too.

He had just returned from his vacation only to come to a shocking piece of news; the amount of rage it evoked almost burnt down his bedroom. Feeling this intense anger, the Marvel Schiller, clothed in a white coat, had to withdraw his consciousness and return to the Thought Palace to stop DC Schiller.

However, it was evident that Gothamites held grudges, hence, Schiller in the black trench coat presented a plan, a dark plan filled with Gotham-style intrigue.

First, two Schillers, one in black and white, went to the 200th floor, carrying the green-haired Schiller and dumped him in an elevator, sending him all the way to the surface consciousness.

After Joker Schiller took control of the body, he willingly followed Jacqueline to the Hive Home Star. Once the infiltrating mission was successful, he unmasked himself. His first stop at the Hive Home Star was the Weather Control Tower.

He directly mixed "Dionysium", also known as the Dionysus Factor, into the rainwater of the Hive Star and turned the little water resources of the planet entirely into rain for a global rain fall.

But in fact, the objective of this rain was not to contaminate those bugs, but rather the superheroes of Marvel.

Compared to the lunatics in Gotham, the heroes in Marvel, even those who are both good and evil anti-heroes, seem agreeable.

But sometimes, being overly righteous, strictly adhering to certain principles, and imposing high moral standards on oneself would burden one's heart with significant emotional pressure. If this pressure does not release, multiple psychological issues may arise.

People often ask, should good people always have guns pointed at them? But besides being threatened by others, good people sometimes also point guns at themselves due to the guilt induced by their high moral standards. This guilt, along with other extreme emotions, endangers one's emotional health just the same.

Superheroes were not born from a mold- they have their personality, which inevitably creates friction when they form teams. Add to that old resentments, unsuccessful ventures, unmet plans, an inability to find the root cause of problems, and being too eager for results, this could easily trigger a civil war amongst them.

From a tree infested with insects, a rotten fruit was plucked, taken to a degenerate bar, and placed in a leaky barrel. In the wrong season, using the wrong methods, it was fermented and finally brewed into a bitter wine called 'the Civil War', swallowed down in one gulp by the human civilization.

The moment they crossed words with each other, the seed was already planted, and the resulting bitter brew was like a deadly poison corroding the rickety boat floating in the sea of stars.

In this war, once the guns were fired, there were no winners.

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