Chapter 131 The last emperor in the wasteland

In the gloomy city, the dazzling light of neon lights flashes in the dark night, casting a cold and ruthless light.

The high-rise buildings are like mechanical monsters, pouring dazzling lights onto the streets, spreading out a scene like an electronic maze.

Every drop of raindrops is like a sharp steel blade, cutting through the air, making a pitter-pattering sound when it hits the street. The cold wind howls past with a wailing sound that makes people's hearts tremble.

In this city, there is a robot standing on the corner of most streets. They are wearing green robes and iron masks, staring at the pedestrians passing by, with a green light flashing from time to time in their eyes and palms.

The iron mask looked cold and ruthless in the rain, and sporadic reflections shone on the metal moistened by the rain.

The postures of the mechanical guards are rigid, as if they were cast statues, but they always maintain a vigilant posture. Their bodies continued to sway slightly, and their mechanical joints made a low groaning sound, as if they were waiting for something.

The thunder did not arrive immediately. It took a few seconds to penetrate the dense clouds and echo in every corner of the city.

Deep in her heart, Madam Mask seemed to hear her own laughter.

"What was the reason for his death?" Dr. Destruction's voice was like a cold wind blowing, staring closely at Madam Mask. His gaze shot through the cracks in the iron mask, making the woman wearing the golden mask shudder.

The green-robed figure on the throne narrowed his eyes slightly, "Say quickly, Doom's patience is not for you."

"Nothing in this world can threaten Doom."

But no matter what, this was the news reported by her subordinates. Even if she longed for the chair under Doom's butt, she had to answer truthfully.

"Tell me, why did you interrupt Doom?" Doctor Doom, who was sitting on the stone throne, raised a hand and looked at Madam Mask, whose body was covered with water drops.

A dark-haired woman wearing a golden mask walked out of the elevator. Her golden mask reflected the shimmering light, making it particularly eye-catching in this solemn atmosphere.

The thought gave her a feeling of extreme satisfaction and amusement, as if she had somehow mastered the power of the Head of Destruction.

She is the daughter of Count Nefara. After a conflict with Iron Man, she was disfigured, so she put on a golden mask and called herself the Mask Lady. She also became morbidly obsessed with Iron Man and fell in love with Tony Smith. Tucker.

Her eyes reflected complex emotions, jealousy, envy and desire intertwined to form an unfathomable darkness.

The man was wearing a green cloak that was no different from the robots on the street. It was fluttering in the wind. An iron mask covered his head. It was similar to other machines, but completely different.

At the top of the tower, a bolt of lightning cut through the depths of the dark clouds, like a giant dragon winding through the dark sky.

After saying these words, even she felt a little unbelievable. Three of the four rulers of the wasteland died at the same time?

"According to Kingpin, the current ruler of Salt Lake City, Magneto killed him, but there are still many doubts. We suspect that he was just pretending to be powerful."

"According to reliable sources, this was all done by superheroes."

Damn it, why did Doom only build an elevator to the top when he built the tower?

After walking up the long stairs, the masked lady finally came to the hall.

The figure in the green cloak slowly turned around and glanced at Madam Mask. However, he did not speak, did not express any words of affirmation or denial, but silently returned to the elevator and stepped into the elevator calmly.

They hoped that this would slightly reduce the attention of the Doom robots on them, so that they could walk home safely, but after everyone took a few steps forward, they couldn't help but look at the tallest tower in the entire city. A metal tower.

No matter who looked at him, this guy was full of reverence and obedience, as if the previous emotions had never existed, and there was only infinite loyalty to Emperor Doom.

The elevator door closed silently behind him, separating him from the woman wearing the golden mask.

She stared at the massive throne of yellow stone, with Doom sitting high on it.

When she came behind the cloaked figure, she knelt down gently on one knee, her voice low and respectful: "Emperor Doom, I have news to report."

"Buzz"

However, compared to the force of nature, what is more eye-catching is the figure standing at the top of the tower.

The woman was wearing a black tight-fitting outfit that seemed to wrap her body tightly. Her black hair hung down on both sides of her face, hiding most of her face. Only a pair of deep eyes were revealed through the golden mask, shining with an elusive light.

Seeing these robots, pedestrians passing by lowered their heads and hurried past, outlined into blurred phantoms by the refracted light and shadow of the rain.

"Of course, Emperor Doom." Madam Mask knelt down on one knee again, and then said: "Red Skull, Magneto, and Bruce Banner, they are all dead."

It's a little too appalling.

Underneath this mask is flesh and blood.

The masked lady cast her eyes on the elevator display screen and glanced at the elevator numbers that were slowly moving down from the 100th floor. Finally, she sighed helplessly, stood up from the rain, and walked to the stairs aside.

I love it so much that I want to slice Tony into minced meat.

Behind the figure, a piece of ground suddenly rose, revealing a secret entrance. The elevator doors opened on the rising platform, revealing a faint light.

However, when she stepped towards the cloaked figure, her expression suddenly became solemn and loyal.

She imagined Doom sitting on this throne every day, wondering whether the yellow stones were uneven due to his sitting posture and whether they made him feel uncomfortable.

Doctor Doom turned his head slightly, as if he was examining Madam Mask. After a moment, his voice sounded in a low voice: "Emergency? Say it, no need to cover it up."

"And the other two." At this point, the masked lady couldn't help but raise her head and look at her emperor, hesitating and not daring to speak.

She coughed lightly, still maintaining a respectful posture, and responded: "Sir, I don't mean to interrupt your business, but I just have an emergency that needs to be reported to you."

If the previous news of the death of the three wasteland rulers was shocking, then the following words were simply alarmist and even whimsical.

Madam Mask gritted her teeth, with a hint of anger in her eyes.

In her opinion, the interruption just now seemed to interrupt Doom's appreciation of his achievements, touch a sensitive nerve, and then use this way to express dissatisfaction.

"Boom!"

Doctor Doom punched the stone throne hard, and yellow stones flew everywhere, as if his anger also exploded in the air.