Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 32 Pre-Battle Preparations

"We have built a signal transmitting device and sent Icarus into space, but the result was not good."

This time, in a massive conference that brought together almost all the remaining superheroes on Earth, Zemo shook his head.

The Red Guard, standing beside the golden-glowing Icarus, angrily leaned against the iron wall and punched it, leaving a dent. This shadowy torment made him incredibly angry.

"Hey, do we even need that thing?" Icarus glanced aside.

Thor looked at the familiar man, who seemed to be his uncle by seniority.

"They refused our help. They had come to the vicinity of Earth long ago, but set up a defensive network outside Earth, supposedly to prevent some unstable factors from spreading into the universe."

They even targeted us and launched an attack on Icarus!

Hanlu nodded, as if she had expected this.

"This is our war, and they don't want to get themselves involved, which is understandable. By the way, Icarus, you didn't dismantle their warships, did you?"

"No. Zemo didn't tell us to do that, saying it would make things worse."

Hanlu glanced at Zemo—he was indeed a little surprised that this guy, whom he had only met a few times, had already taught Icarus a lesson he could not tolerate.

"Okay. I know we may be a little weak right now, but it's only temporary."

The superheroes are all on our side now: we have Thor, Icarus, and the 12 talismans—everyone can lend a hand.

As she spoke, Hanlu patted the sturdy chests of the two goalkeeper-like teammates beside her, making them both proudly puff out their chests.

"But we have to face at least billions of zombies—and that's just the human ones."

In addition, there are tens of thousands of Divine Realm warriors, each of whom possesses the power to defeat a super soldier.

Upon hearing this, Loki, who had been standing up leisurely, was undoubtedly met with angry glares from everyone.

The Cold Dew solar term had just lifted everyone's spirits, but this thing just poured cold water on them.

Thor quickly pulled his brother down and told him to shut up.

"Therefore, we need an army, an army that can shoulder heavy responsibilities."

"Zemo, how many survivors are there now?"

Zemo seemed to understand what Hanlu was planning, and a sense of helplessness crossed his face.

"We've sent a lot of people around the world to search for survivors, and the current number is probably... around 100,000. And because it's a battle royale, most of them are strong, healthy men."

"Then, I would like to ask you, Thor, are you now able to bestow upon the people the power of thunder, just as your father Odin did?"

Thor's mouth dropped open; he was truly stunned by Hanlu's words.

Let him grant mortals the power of Thor, just like his father did?

this……

All eyes were on him.

Loki frowned slightly, narrowed his eyes, and stared at Hanlu without leaving a trace.

He felt that this young man was really strange, as if he knew everything.

"Perhaps...it's possible."

"Alright. John, how was your speaking charisma?"

"What do you mean?"

"We need a captain now. A real Captain America."

John's expression wasn't one of elation, but rather one of deep thought and considerable hesitation.

"What's wrong, John? Isn't this what you wanted to do most?"

"No, Hanlu, and everyone else... Actually, I've always felt that I'm not worthy of this shield."

As John spoke, he handed over the shield he was holding and placed it on the platform.

"I've never really been anything special. I have all this power because of Hanlu—the ox talisman he gave me empowered me to stand with you all. If I threw away the talisman, I would be nothing."

As he spoke, John placed his bull charm on the table.

It was because of the impact of this talisman that Captain America kept encouraging him to do all sorts of things during this time, but he also realized how powerful and righteous the other party was—the strongest in terms of mental strength, so powerful that even he felt ashamed of himself.

Zemo was the first to raise his hand after hearing John's words, and even laughed a little.

"Believe me, when you're willing to give up these two things, you are Captain America. You're more suitable than anyone else."

But John still didn't take it. Seeing him hesitate, the Red Guard grabbed the shield from the table and shoved it into John's arms.

"Alright, brother, you're the most decent person I've ever met. You don't need to be that mythical guy, just be an ordinary person—lead us to victory in this war."

"He's right, John. When you rescued me from the zombie horde, did you expect anything in return?"

John shook his head. When he first met Hanlu, she was indeed in a sorry state, being chased by a group of zombies, while he rode down from the sky on a motorcycle, looking dashing, and took her away.

He really didn't think about anything else; he just wanted to save someone.

"Listen, John, you know what? When we started this journey together, none of us were really doing well."

At first, all I wanted was to find a safe place, quietly wait for everything to pass, and wait for some superhero to come and save everyone.

But... you've seen it too. I admit we're superheroes—we are all of us—and we're all standing here saving ordinary people.

We can't even be considered heroes anymore, because we're sending ordinary people to the battlefield.

As she spoke, Hanlu chuckled to herself. Everyone burst into laughter—they weren't exactly heroes, just mediocre at best.

Even Thor himself started laughing, but as he laughed, tears streamed down his face.

Because he, as a king and a hero, failed to protect his people, and even his younger brother was someone he "picked up" along the way.

How embarrassing, everyone...

"So...would you be willing to be the captain of this group of half-baked people? Just for a trial period."

Hanlu once again stuffed the ox charm into John's arms.

Grasping the thing that gave him strength tightly once more, John suddenly raised his head, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"Captain, we need a clean set of clothes, right?"

With a single slap, Hanlu, who was holding the shield, transformed her dusty, worn-out blue uniform into a familiar five-pointed star pattern.

Even his messy hair was neatly combed, and he was given a blue hood.

Wow! You're getting better and better.

"It's a trivial matter, not worth mentioning."

Hanlu raised an eyebrow.

Next, everyone discussed and divided up plans for the upcoming battle. Considering the numbers of both sides, even including human troops, the numbers were only a small fraction.

"Shangqi, please go to Tarot. There may still be humans living there, and we need their power."

Shang Qi nodded. He was still very clear about the village his father had always talked about, and about his mother's origins.

If there are really living people there, he is willing to bring them back.

"Yelena, please go to outer space with Red Guard and Iron Bird and tell the Interstellar Legion!"

They have to come and help us, or we'll just open a portal and throw zombies onto their planet!

As she spoke, Han Lu pointed to the three mages behind her.

But both the Minotaur and the mage apprentice had strange expressions—they were supposed to be upholding justice, so wasn't this a bit unfair?

But for the few people who came from the Black Widow system, there was absolutely no moral burden, and they all nodded.

"it is good."

"I'm sorry, everyone, this war is a matter of life and death for the entire planet."

We are not omnipotent superheroes; we must gather all available resources to help.

As for the infamy that follows... at least we need to survive first.

Kamala's words made the shame in everyone's hearts even heavier.

Even those who originally wanted to criticize him all shut their mouths.