Marvel's Spider-Man: Across the Multiverse

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The cries of the Dark Servants echoed through the battlefield.

But they were not screams of pain.

Instead, they were savage and frenzied roars.

These bio-weapons, born purely for slaughter, were now displaying their sheer brutality.

Whether they were torn in half by machine gun fire or reduced to a mangled torso by explosions, as long as their heads remained intact, they would continue to crawl forward, relentlessly pushing on.

Only when their last breath left them would they finally collapse and fall silent.

Watching this, Peter couldn't help but recall a type of creature that, in theory, existed only in fiction—

Zombies!

Zombies, driven purely by instinct, would behave exactly like this.

The only way to stop them was to destroy their heads completely.

And the most terrifying thing about zombies? Their infection!
Once infected, there was no cure!

Thankfully, these Dark Servants weren't zombies.

If superhumans—who weren't even ordinary humans to begin with—could be infected...

Peter shuddered at the thought.

Shaking off that terrifying idea, he refocused on the enemies before him.

Peter picked up a rifle lying beside him.

It was supposedly purchased by Wakanda from external sources, as Wakanda itself had little use for such weapons.

Since no one knew how long this battle would last, they had prepared these extra firearms just in case.

Peter took aim, pulled the trigger, and unleashed a burst of gunfire.

Thanks to his superhuman strength and the kinetic-energy-dampening properties of his Vibranium armor, the rifle remained rock-steady in his hands.

Each bullet flew exactly where he aimed, with many hitting the same precise spots.

He specifically targeted the heads of the Dark Servants, curious to see if they would fall like zombies or if they were something even more bizarre.

Soon, he locked onto one of them.

This particular Dark Servant was sprinting at an astonishing speed—around 50 to 60 meters per second.

For an ordinary person, just tracking its movement with their eyes would be nearly impossible.

But for Peter, enhanced by spider genes, every one of its movements was crystal clear.

His gun barrel tracked the creature's path perfectly, instantly processing factors like movement speed, angle, distance, and wind resistance.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three shots struck the Dark Servant's forehead in rapid succession.

Thud!

It crashed to the ground, rolling several times before lying motionless.

"It seems their main weakness is still the—"

Before Peter could finish his analysis, the previously fallen Dark Servant suddenly sprang back to its feet and resumed its charge.

?!

"What the hell?!" Peter cursed.

Its head wasn't a fatal weak point?!