Transformers In Marvel

Another disaster is over, and to be honest, humans are getting used to it.

Man itself is a very adaptable creature.

After encountering Chitauri, Atlantis, and Kryptonians one after another, human beings have become more and more calm.

Or numbness.

For the 200,000 criminals who followed the Kryptonians, the devices in their brains were directly detonated after Downey took control of the Kryptonian mothership, killing them all in an instant.

During this period of time, the mainstream of the world was still hunting the Atlanteans.

The oceans all over the world have become the hunting grounds for Transformers. Transformers of various types, like hunters with shotguns, are hunting in the vast ocean, carrying out bloody killings.

Many King Kongs were killed by their prey during the battle, but some of them became stronger as they fought, and their talents were tapped little by little.

They stand out in bloody battles.

As for those Atlanteans killed by them? No one paid any attention to it, let alone cared whether it was soldiers or civilians who were killed, men in their prime or old and weak women and children.

If no one cares about it, just kill it.

Those human warships and submarines patrolling the ocean occasionally detected the traces of the Transformers' activities, but they just left silently, or observed their hunting feast from a little distance away.

The extermination of the Atlanteans has quietly become the consensus of everyone.

In the true sense of genocide, Transformers are doing such things.

Kill, kill all the way, and kill the people in the sea when you see them.

No captives needed, no slaves needed, just corpses.

The hatred between the two parties is too great.

Twenty million people died or disappeared directly—everyone knows that in the modern age where information transmission is so advanced, 90% of the people who disappeared in a huge disaster are equal to death.

How many relatives and friends will there be for these two million people? How much hatred is brewing?

The entire human society looked at the coast indifferently. Like livestock, the corpses dragged out of the ocean were bought by major institutions and carried out various biochemical experiments.

each corpse,

All have research value.

The entire public opinion ignored the Atlanteans who were massacred frantically, and occasionally the media expressed their support, but the relevant personnel also mysteriously disappeared soon.

The world's oceans have become the hunting grounds for Transformers, and all kinds of massacres are being staged cheerfully.

The submarine madman, with 500 marine fighters, wanders the bottom of the sea.

The captain of the team teamed up with the other six King Kongs to search for traces of the Atlanteans on the bottom of the sea, and if they found one, they would kill one.

"I found it. Thirty nautical miles ahead, there are people's life responses from the seabed." A King Kong suddenly reported.

The huge body of the sea madman rushed towards that direction immediately. Behind him, five hundred warriors formed a long dragon, carrying a cold murderous aura.

boom!

A giant cannon bombarded a rock on a seabed, blasting a huge gap. Under the obstruction of the sea water, the gravel moved slowly, but it could still burst out with astonishing force, flying in all directions.

"According to the reaction of the instrument, there are more than a hundred remnants of Atlantis left inside." The sea madman let out a low roar of excitement, and shouted at his soldiers, "Kill them!"

The Transformers team remained silent, their red eyes emitting a horrifying light on the dark seabed, they took out their weapons one by one, and surrounded the hiding place indifferently.

Intense energy was converging, cold murderous intent was spreading, and the faintly audible cries did not arouse the slightest mood swings of these King Kongs.

A figure burst out from the gap like a sharp sword, with long golden hair, a majestic body, and bloodshot eyes.

"No, you can't do this!!! Orm has paid the price with his life! The other Atlanteans are innocent!!!"

Sea King Arthur was like a lunatic, roaring, hysterical, with a hint of despair in his eyes.

He led his clansmen to rush here and there, lingering on his last breath, watching helplessly as each clansman was mercilessly slaughtered. Those soldiers who fought desperately, those women and children who cried and wailed...

These are all his people!

He watched his people die in pieces, but he could do nothing.

Like a nightmare.

Overnight, the gorgeous and powerful Atlantis ushered in death.

Destruction, corpses, and flames of war enveloped everything.

He is like a bereaved dog, leading his clansmen to flee all the way, but he is always caught up, and then separates a group of clansmen to die, buying time for more people.

The number is getting smaller and smaller, and their escape journey is getting more and more difficult.

Everyone knows they're just delaying death.

Arthur has lost too many familiar people, Mela, Garth...

Originally, Arthur was still looking forward to it, maybe which superhero could stand up and stop this destructive act?

But no, no one stood up, everyone seemed to be blind and deaf.

If that guy Clark was there, he would definitely stop it... But for some reason, Clark didn't stand up.

Arthur looked blankly at the hundreds of steel soldiers surrounding him, and then looked back at the women and children who were sobbing softly with a wry smile.

All men are dead.

Now, it's his turn, his new...king.

"Let them go, they are all innocent! Haven't you killed enough!!!" Arthur growled like a beast with red eyes.

The surrounding King Kongs stared at him coldly, as if they were watching a clown.

The thirty-six-meter-high body of the submarine madman swam over like a giant, and said indifferently: "When war breaks out, no one is innocent, including old people who can't hold weapons, and infants."

"No matter how poor the old man is, he can make an insignificant contribution. Every piece of clothing he carries is contributing to the war. The baby in the swaddle will inherit hatred when he grows up, and will continue to take up arms one day."

The six parts of the submarine madman looked indifferently at Arthur, who was in a state of embarrassment and was on the verge of collapse.

"Arthur, the order we received was to exterminate all Atlanteans, and none of them were allowed to survive. This is not only our own idea, but also because of the order of the Creator."

"Donnie wants to completely exterminate your species, he said, no one is obliged to pay for your stupidity. Even if there is, he will kill it."

The submarine madman raised his butcher knife, aimed at the twisted and desperate Sea King Arthur, and gave an order: "Kill them."

Five hundred Transformers swarmed forward, and the massacre proceeded. The screams and pleadings were quickly drowned out by death.

Arthur was bruised and completely turned into a beast, roaring and hitting with his fists. When the fist is crushed, he uses his teeth; when the teeth are smashed, he hits with his head.

When the head was blown off, only the pair of bloodshot eyes remained, staring at him in the bloody sea water.

Since then, Atlantis has been wiped out.