Chapter 232 Visitors to the Blue Zone of the Moon

A room the size of a gymnasium sits. The walls and roof are made of special transparent materials, allowing people to clearly see the outside scene.

Looking from the side, I saw countless craters on the gray-white surface that spread to the horizon.

Looking up, a blue planet hangs in space. From here, it looks like a distant dreamy place.

This is the moon.

In this spacious and empty room, there was only a tall, bald man wearing a blue cloak and golden armor.

He was pacing the room a little lonely, staring intently at the huge holographic screen that occupied an entire wall, playing the scene that just happened between a man and the zombie Spider-Man.

To his surprise, the mysterious machine automatically unlocked within a few seconds, but it seemed to be broken.

And this time there was no Janet here, and the more he thought about it, the brighter his withered, bloodshot eyes became.

Compared to the reptile who tried to use morality to restrain his appetite, the benefits were more real. Thinking of this, Hank couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his head under the red hood.

After a loud noise, Zombie Ant-Man appeared in a basement, which was mainly occupied by some abandoned desks, filing cabinets and worn-out computers, making his three-meter-tall little giant seem a bit crowded.

"Breakthroughs from two universes at the same time will not only bring changes in space, but may also cause additional interference to the timeline and my machine."

And this was far from the end. The strong bite force quickly split the bald man's body into two halves. Bones, muscles, and internal organs were brutally torn apart by brutal bites.

"Didi, the visit was successful!"

"who is it?!"

"McComb of New Wakanda thought he could get rid of me as a problem and throw me to others? He just threw me to everyone."

He smiled sinisterly, and slapped away the lower body of the observer who was still standing in front of him. The entire huge figure began to quickly shrink to the size of a normal person, and he walked towards the console in front of him.

No matter what, all he needs to do now is go to Earth and eat to his heart’s content. How long has it been since he had eaten to his heart’s content?

This is undoubtedly good news. Maybe with more brains, you can think of more ways to eat and enjoy more delicious food.

"boom--"

Horrifying noises filled the entire room, and after a burst of grinding teeth, the bald man's screams ended abruptly in pain.

"Any one of these monsters can destroy an innocent universe! I shudder when I think that those monsters may appear in the same universe."

"Who is it! You came to the field of Frog Picture. Uh-huh--"

"Only teleported to the earth? Can't teleport to other universes? Didn't the observers ever repair this junk thing?" Hank muttered a few words angrily, glanced at the half-body corpse in the corner of the room, hesitated for a moment, and then started it. machine.

While he was staring at the screen intently, a shadow about seven or eight meters tall with two tentacles on his forehead suddenly appeared on the screen, carrying a strong smell of rancidity and moisture. .

"I must convince them to abandon their sacred oath of 'never interfering' for the sake of every living thing in the multiverse who can breathe free, for better or for worse. We must destroy these hungry monsters."

"Sniff. Hmm~ It smells like someone. Someone came here not long ago!"

"Interesting. A terrible disaster in the making was stopped by a sudden outsider, but that's not just what worries me the most right now."

He sighed, feeling a little tired, and waved his hand. The picture on the screen changed immediately, and countless bald people who looked similar to him but had many different features appeared on the screen.

He immediately exclaimed and turned sharply to face the uninvited visitor.

There was obviously only one person here, and he could complete what he was thinking in his heart without speaking out, but he still said it, and it didn't seem like he was relieving his loneliness.

This is more like explaining to a group of people observing him, an audience like watching a movie or reading a book.

There is definitely no one in this universe who knows that zombies really exist. Once you get there, you can eat whatever you want.

Although these items are no longer in use, they are still littered with documents and books, leaving traces of what was once a workplace.

Before the bald man could finish his words, a bloody mouth larger than half his body and exuding a stench that seemed to have been accumulated for decades, bit him directly.

As early as the day and night with the Black Panther, he had learned to temporarily control his desires. Of course, the premise was that he could eat more fresh meat after that.

"Blue Zone of the Moon? There was nothing left when I came here last time. It's all because of that fucking mute Black Bolt." The giant who killed the observer pinched his tentacles gracefully and removed the contents from his mouth. I chewed the remaining bits and savored the delicious taste.

Hank thought so, while bulging his mouth and chewing the last bit of meat foam in his mouth, he stretched out his hand and began to continuously enter various data on the observer's console, hoping to crack the machine.

The bald man's expression was serious, and his eyes were locked on the screen, as if he wanted to engrave every detail in his mind. His blue cloak fluttered gently as he walked, and his golden armor shone mysteriously in the light.

But those things can be pushed back a bit.

He twisted his neck to make it slightly larger, raising his body to more than three meters so that he could use his height advantage to clearly see all the error codes on it.

Some of these people have dark purple skin, some have inhumanly pointed ears, and the worst ones don't even have human shapes at all, with hairy heads like gorillas.

Looking at the various strange-looking bald heads on the screen, he said solemnly: "Maybe it's time, it's time to travel across the universe to contact other observers."

The blue light enveloped him completely like a transparent film. Before being completely enveloped, he glanced at the Earth in space, his eyes filled with hunger and longing.

It should have been cut in half in a battle, but thanks to the strange vitality after being transformed into a zombie, he was still able to maintain self-awareness even though he lacked a large amount of brain tissue.

"At least half a dozen superheroes turned zombies were exiled to different universes, and one of them-Peter Parker came here."

And now for some unknown reason, perhaps because he traveled from another universe and his molecules were reorganized by this universe based on the current Hank Pym, there is nothing going on in his head.

He sniffed intoxicatedly, then picked up a stack of documents on his desk and glanced at it. There was a name that looked familiar to him written on it.

Tony Stark.