Everyone Raises Corpses. My Corpse Concubine Gains One Evolution Point Per Second.

251: Chapter Preparation for the Final Battle!Eagle Country, one thousand meters underground, core laboratory.

Earl William’s gaunt fingers pressed tightly on the control panel, trembling slightly from the force.

On the screen, the last blurry image transmitted—Homelander being pierced through the heart by a blood-red sword rainbow, golden blood splattering—was seared into his eyes like the most malicious curse.

“No… impossible!!!”

His voice was dry and hoarse, filled with an uncomprehending horror and… a deep-seated fear that permeated his bones!

Spider-Man was dead!

Hulk was dead!

Now… even his most perfect, most powerful creation, Homelander, successfully cloned after exhausting countless resources… was also dead!

Even Aquaman had been gravely wounded and fled, his fate unknown!

Annihilation!

“Lin Mo… Lin Mo!!!” He roared the name, the muscles on his withered face contorting, the black iron ring on his finger almost embedding itself into the metal of the control panel.

Homelander was not just a weapon; he was the key for him to control Eagle Country and even covet the entire world! It was with Homelander’s absolute power that he could manipulate this superpower from behind the scenes, providing almost infinite resources and cover for his research!

Now, the key was broken!

“You must die… you must die!!!” He suddenly looked up, his single eye flashing with hysterical madness!

He stumbled towards the deepest row of culture dishes.

Submerged within them were his “backup plans,” originally intended for a grander scheme… now, he couldn’t afford to wait!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

He frantically pressed several emergency awakening buttons!

Hiss—!

Liquid nitrogen mist surged out!

The nutrient solution in the culture dishes rapidly drained!

The glass cabin doors slid open!

Amidst the pervasive cold… four figures slowly opened their eyes and stepped out!

Thud!

A man nearly two meters tall, with muscles as knotted as steel, and three gleaming adamantium claws extending from his knuckles, landed! His eyes were wild and weathered, like a lone wolf! It was—Wolverine!

Buzz!

A man in a star-spangled battle suit, holding a vibranium shield, with a robust and perfect physique, stood tall! His eyes were firm, carrying a programmed “sense of justice”! It was—Captain Super!

Whoosh!

A man in a red and black tight-fitting battle suit instantly swelled up like a balloon, reaching the laboratory ceiling, then instantly shrunk to the size of an ant, moving nimbly between instruments! It was—Ant-Man!

Rumble!

A blond strongman, surrounded by violent blue lightning! A dramatically designed Mjolnir in his hand drew thunder, illuminating the laboratory in a stark white glow! It was—Thor!

The four knelt on one knee, bowing their heads in salute:

“Earl!”

Their voices were hoarse, steady, erratic, or booming.

Earl William looked at these four powerful super-soldiers, and his rapid breathing calmed slightly.

But… his gaze swept over Wolverine’s claws, Captain’s shield, Ant-Man’s transformation, Thor’s hammer… and finally… it fell on the deepest part of the laboratory… that still tightly closed, motionless culture dish, labeled [shang-chi - Lin Tianhe - Fusing]…

His eyes were complex.

Expectation? Fear? Unwillingness?

“Not enough… still not enough…”

His gaunt fingers caressed the cold outer wall of the culture dish, his voice so low only he could hear it.

“These… might hold them off for a while…”

“But to truly contend with that monster Lin Mo… and his damned summons…”

His single eye stared intently at the blurry figure in the culture dish, seemingly undergoing a painful metamorphosis.

“Lin Tianhe…”

“You are…”,

“The last hope…”

“Hurry… complete the fusion…”

The cold lights of the laboratory reflected his twisted and anxious face.

A new round of slaughter… was about to begin.

And the cards in his hand… seemed to be dwindling.