Two days later.
Frank lay dying on the plane. Robbie Reyes had not abandoned him or taken him back to New York. Instead, he had gone somewhere else—Attilan.
The homeland of the Inhumans was currently one of the most powerful heroic organizations on Earth in Universe 838. Its number of members and citizens was no less than that of the X-Men. It also possessed fixed territory, advanced technology, and residents with rich combat capabilities.
It was like a fusion of mutants and Wakanda.
Wanda assigned her toy heroes, the heroes under her control, to attack Attilan with only one purpose. The race living in this rich land guarded an Infinity Stone.
The Mind Stone of Universe 838...
Wanda knew very well that her abilities were not invincible. Compared with Chthon, the god of the underworld, her chaos magic was already quite powerful, but compared with those dimensional demons, it was still not enough.
The Infinity Stones were still existences that could pose a serious threat to her, especially the Mind Stone and the Reality Stone. Wanda's power was very similar to those two stones. Only those two stones could control the mind and change reality.
Wanda was a cautious woman who had protected her two children, taken care of her family, and survived.
After that girl, once as beautiful as a flower, became a mother, she took on the responsibility of a family by herself, raising them and living a life that was not rich, but happy.
Fierce winds, heavy rain, and terrible mental pressure had overwhelmed this woman. There was a dark side in everyone's heart, a little black cat.
Usually, when she could no longer hold on, it might drag a thick chain behind it and act mischievous to vent the pressure inside.
But if one day, the chain restricting that darkness exploded with a bang, the kitten might tentatively stretch out its soft paws toward places it had never reached before.
One day, it would discover that it was no longer controlled by boundaries. Without the long python-like chain behind it, the kitten would know its freedom was no longer restrained by others. Then... the kitten might become a ferocious lion, sharp claws stretching from the soft pads of its paws, while a brown mane suddenly extended from its neck.
Once a person's bottom line was broken, hordes of darkness would emerge.
This was why many twisted murderers actually had decent natures at first. If they received good guidance, they might become the elite of society. However, a sudden blow could tear off the chains imprisoning the kittens in their hearts, causing them to escape from the balance of light and fall instantly into darkness.
Robbie Reyes did not quite understand Wanda's thoughts. He was different from the other controlled heroes. Rather than being a puppet on a string, he was more like someone imprisoned by Wanda. The two of them were more like being trapped in a forced employment relationship, not the master-servant relationship she had with the others.
Robbie Reyes was the Ghost Rider, and his master was Mephisto, a dimensional demon and a bastard who played with people's hearts and tricked them into signing unequal contracts. It was impossible for Wanda to snatch the Ghost Rider away from him completely.
But Wanda could create another contract, one that forced Ghost Rider to obey her will.
That was... one servant and two masters.
Robbie Reyes would be mind-controlled by Wanda when necessary, becoming her weapon and her mouthpiece.
Rumble!
Rumble!
The hellish fighter jet roared across the sky, heading straight for Attilan.
Attilan had existed in many places. To be precise, many places had once become Attilan. The Inhumans had moved their cities, concealed their traces, and even fled to the moon to establish Attilan.
But after Black Bolt joined the Illuminati, the Inhumans no longer deliberately hid their traces. They lived beneath the sun like ordinary people, accepted the Superhuman Registration Act, and became citizens recognized by the government.
Attilan then moved back to Earth, and was now located between the Himalayas and the North Atlantic, where an ancient white city stood.
On the other side of the mountain range, a large number of troops wrapped in scarlet cloaks trekked over mountains and ridges, exuding an aura of danger and mystery.
In truth, calling them an army was not entirely accurate. Their pace was too lazy and unruly. They were more like a group of migrating wild animals—elk lowering their heads as if they knew their destination.
Logan wrapped himself in a padded coat. The red clothing made him uncomfortable. He felt like a bride at a wedding. The bright red color left this tough man at a loss.
But the cold wind, blowing snow, and freezing air still made Logan lose his temper. The red clothes did look warm.
In addition to him, there were other superheroes behind him, other heroes controlled by Wanda and turned into her subordinates.
The Thing, the Human Torch, Daredevil, Dr. Lizard, Rhino... along with several super-criminals and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, all had red eyes as they headed without hesitation toward the other side of the mountain.
"Damn it! Are all satellite signals blocked?"
Medusa angrily slapped the console in front of her. Large red question marks flashed continuously across the screen. A sorrowful red light fell over the woman's gorgeous face as she anxiously tried to contact the outside world.
Medusa, the wife of Black Bolt, was also the current ruler of Attilan's Inhuman kingdom. Since Black Bolt joined the Illuminati a few years ago, the leader of the Inhumans was still, in name, this taciturn man. In reality, most of the responsibility had already shifted onto Medusa's shoulders.
She maintained the stability of the Inhumans, while Black Bolt moved through public society, earning a good reputation for the Inhumans and allowing them to live beneath the sun.
This delicate balance had been maintained until two days ago, when the New Jersey base was attacked. Wanda had already controlled the spies within S.H.I.E.L.D., and the space drones had blown up Attilan's satellite, causing them to completely lose contact with the outside world.
Moreover, the troops had been divided into two groups. The underwater prison had also been attacked that day by S.H.I.E.L.D.'s own helicarrier, and the person who issued the order was none other than Hill.
King Black Bolt sat high on the throne of the Inhumans, quietly watching his wife's frantic actions. Silent, he tapped the table twice with his thumb, drawing the attention of the others.
"I will stop them! Keep all enemies of the Inhumans outside Attilan!"
Black Bolt gestured with his hands, using sign language to inform the other royal family members.
"We will drive them all away!" Karnak shouted, and the rest of the royal family were inspired, shouting that they would make the invaders pay.
"Enough!" Medusa suddenly shouted, turning to look at the figure on the throne. "We must get in touch with the outside world! The Inhumans have no way to resist a team that is irrational and fearless of death! Behind us are countless civilians with very little combat power. Once we go out to fight, have you ever thought about what will happen to them?"
Medusa's questioning clearly had an effect. The rest of the royal family were shouted into hesitation. They were indeed the backbone of Attilan's fighting force, but that did not mean the other Inhumans possessed the same terrifying strength.
The black figure slowly stood up, looked at his brothers and sisters beneath the throne, and opened his mouth slightly, prepared to use his actions to prove the strength of the Inhumans.
"Black?!" Medusa wanted to stop him. Defense was far more flexible and offered more possibilities than taking the initiative to fight. Why go out to battle just to save face?
As Black Bolt left, the rest of the royal family also followed their silent king, leaving Medusa alone.
"It's useless..." Medusa lowered her head helplessly. The question mark on the light screen was still buzzing, flashing red and covering the woman's face, almost blending together with her bright red hair.
Medusa leaned on the console with both hands, and a golden pop-up window suddenly appeared on the screen that occupied the entire front wall.
"Hey! Can you hear me? Hey!"
A strange man's voice came from the other side of the screen. Medusa raised her head suddenly, as if grasping a life-saving straw, and shouted with all her strength, "Yes! Yes!"
"Are you from S.H.I.E.L.D.? Attilan is under attack! We need support!"
There was suddenly no movement from the other side, followed by a harsh rustling sound. Then the connection was cut off.
Medusa froze in place...
Outside Attilan.
Logan led the scarlet army from the front. The steel claws on his arms were wrapped in chaos magic, and he sneered at the group of Inhumans before charging in for the kill.
In truth, even without Wanda's control, mutants and Inhumans had never liked each other much. Both were species with special abilities, and mutations would more or less cause physical changes.
In short, it was a collision.
People often confused the two groups, and of course, there were also arrogant superheroes who looked down on the other side. Over time, conflict broke out.
Logan had once clashed with some damn Inhuman kid, but he had not cared too much about it.
But now, the darkness in his heart had been completely drawn out, like a peeled onion that exposed his soul entirely.
In an instant, the pupils of all the infected were covered by a layer of red mist. Like cats that had smelled blood, their expressions gradually became crazed, and they rushed toward Attilan's gates.
Atop the city wall, a black figure slowly appeared.
Black Bolt, Blackagar Boltagon, possessed the ability to release sonic waves, and every syllable uttered from his mouth could become a weapon that threatened life itself.
More than a week ago, he had just ended Strange's life on Titan.
But now, he stood on the city wall, watching the scarlet legions spread across the mountains and plains below as they charged toward his kingdom.
Black Bolt saw several familiar faces, comrades who had fought side by side with him—the Fantastic Four, the X-Men, the Defenders...
He looked at their bodies with regret, regretting that they were about to die by his own hand.
"Go back."
King Black Bolt muttered softly, and powerful quasi-sonic waves suddenly burst from his mouth. The majestic force shook and distorted the surrounding space, forming circular ripples like a stone smashing into calm water, spreading outward in all directions...
The Scarlet Legion seemed to have suffered a severe blow. The ordinary people at the front were directly blown into bloody mist that merged with the scarlet haze. The thick smell of blood spread before Attilan, leaving only pools of blood and crushed bone fragments on the ground.
"Ah!"
Screams rang out endlessly, but many people had no time to scream at all before they were simply destroyed, exploding without pain.
Logan and the Thing at the front also suffered under that tremendous pressure. The Thing's huge body was blasted away and fell heavily into his own army.
Logan's body was directly erased, leaving only an adamantium skeleton behind. But in the blink of an eye, flesh buds slowly grew across the fallen skeleton. Within a few breaths, red muscle grew again, wrapping around the metal frame. Then came internal organs, brain, nerves, skin...
Within a minute, Logan's body had been restored to its original state, far exceeding even Deadpool's recovery ability. The Inhuman royal family on the high wall were also stunned.
"Besides that red lunatic, this guy actually has such powerful self-healing ability!"
Black Bolt remained silent. He only glanced lightly at Logan and did not pay much attention to him. For him, this kind of self-healing ability made little difference at all. It was only the difference between saying one more word or one less.
Some of the weaker ones fared even worse. Daredevil, Matthew Murdock, was completely destroyed. He had survived inside the red mist and become one of Wanda's infected subordinates, only to be wiped away by Black Bolt's indifferent word.
An excellent lawyer died unexpectedly.
With just one word, the scarlet army suffered heavy casualties and lost nearly one-third of its combat strength.
"The power of the king!" Karnak cheered, looking admiringly at Black Bolt standing at the front.
Black Bolt also had a smile on his face. The strong body beneath the black suit seemed to be shouting all the time. Every piece of flesh, every cell... was shouting, roaring with all its strength.
Black Bolt was very lonely because he had no way to speak. He spent his life in silence and tedious sign language. Especially those who knew his abilities stayed far away from him, afraid that he might accidentally utter a syllable and turn them to ash.
Black Bolt could only experience a few moments of pleasure during battle. The feeling of speaking made his life feel a little less restrained, even if his voice became hoarse because of it.
The people of the Scarlet Legion did not dare act rashly. They had misjudged Black Bolt's strength. They had thought Captain Marvel was the strongest person on Earth, but they had not expected that the leader of the Inhumans would surpass her in certain aspects.
"King! Annihilate them all in one strike!" Karnak shouted, impatient to hear the death wails of these outsiders.
Black Bolt was also proud. His mouth opened slightly, and just as a faint sound emerged, it was blocked by tongues of fire spewing from the sky.
The hellish fighter had arrived!
"Enjoy this, Black! Watch your kingdom be destroyed! I will be your messenger and take you to hell!"
Robbie laughed madly. The ammunition mounted on the fighter jet was mixed with hellfire as he aimed at the Inhuman royal family on the wall and opened fire cruelly.
Before anyone else could react, Black Bolt, the proud king of the Inhumans, Blackagar Boltagon, was riddled with bullets in the blink of an eye. Blood holes gurgled with black-red blood. Black Bolt wanted to speak, but he could not. A bullet wrapped in hellfire had pierced his mouth and blown out the back of his head.
Black Bolt was dead.
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