Elden Gulong in American comics

But the heavy force still caused Huey to spurt blood from his mouth. It wasn't until his body fell from a high altitude that he fell into the hole created by the smash, and Huey recovered little by little while breathing.

"Calm down, calm down, what should I do?" Huey took a deep breath, his body became transparent little by little, he climbed out of the hole with hands and feet, and took off his clothes. The ability of a transparent person can't hide his body clothing.

"Damn it, I'm covered in blood." Huey cursed secretly, looking around for a source of water, but it was too late. The native landed from a high altitude and looked at the panicked Huey in front of him.

"Who are you? This should be the ability of a transparent person." The man from the motherland looked at Huey with a puzzled expression. He never thought that the disappearing transparent person would appear in front of his eyes in such a way. .

"That guy you were talking about, I killed him." Huey looked at the people of his country and pretended to be relaxed, and he remembered what Butch had said to him.

Homelander, the ultimate weapon of the Walter Company, this guy does not smoke or drink, never attends developer conferences, and lives like a saint.

If you are such a person, maybe you can understand me.

Huey thought of this, and finally opened his mouth: "My girlfriend was killed by a locomotive."

Under the watchful eyes of the people of the motherland, Huey seemed to have found a way to vent, and said all the words buried in his heart: "I used to think that superheroes were real heroes, but I found out that I was wrong. They killed innocent people. , hypocrisy, cunning, and reckless behavior."

"What about you, Homelander, I know you never take part in this kind of thing, are you a good hero?" Huey stretched out his hand and said to the Homelander, "Come with me, we can make those heroes deserve their names, let Those innocent grievances will be cleared up."

The Homelander smiled, showing his trademark eight teeth, and in an instant, he grabbed Huey by the neck.

Swish!

"Oh, look, arrogant boy, how beautiful this city is," the native whispered in Huey's ear, and forced him to fly to a higher place.

Huey was suffocated by the thin air of the stratosphere, and his skin was frosted by the low temperature.

Above this stratosphere, under the gaze of the moon and the stars, the Homelander whispered in Huey's ear, "Don't compare me to those fellows, I can do whatever I want."

"Be an alliance with me, do you deserve it too?"

Then, the red laser shot out from the eyes of the motherlander, igniting Huey's body, and the raging fire engulfed his body. Then, the motherlander let go of his hand, and Huey's body fell weakly.

That night, a meteor flashed across the sky, and a person died.

Only one ghost remains, haunting the hero's head.

Chapter 94: Arena is online

On that bad night, Ms. Ashley, the director of public relations, was pulled out of bed by a phone call and rushed to Walter's company without stopping.

As soon as she arrived at the company, she saw Vice President Madeleine say in a helpless tone: "Another hero died and was killed."

"How many?" Ashley is not surprised at all. There are many such things. Every year, a few heroes are killed because of various things, or because of carelessness, or because they are small. Look at the power of thermal weapons.

But every time, it's a test for Ashley's hair. Due to the bad personal parallels between the heroes, the head of public relations has removed an unknown amount of hair.

"Phew, that's great." Ashley held the document and cheered, "The murderer was brought to justice. There are not many irrelevant people present, and the most important thing is that there are no first-rate heroes."

Ashley sat on the sofa and lightly swiped at the photo of the rubber man. She had been unhappy with this guy for a long time. He spoke uncontrollably and caused too much trouble for her department. Now that he is dead, it has solved a lot of troubles. .

"During this period of time, the heroes formed a team and changed from the original two-person team to a three-person team, and reported on time." Medellin wrote something on the paper with a pen, then raised his head and said to Ashley: "You It should be clear what to say."

"Of course, in order to ensure the safety of the people, we will increase the number of patrols, and the memorial service for these dead heroes will begin soon." Ashley stood up. She was already very skilled in handling such things, and only a few Hours later, the truth will be veiled behind public opinion.

No one cares whether those heroes care about justice, and no one cares what those heroes are doing before they die. They just need to donate their money and tears, so that Walter Company can make a lot of money from it.

On the other side, Butch returned to French's safe house. The gifted French was lying on the sofa listening to the best French songs. Watching Butch return, he asked strangely, "Where's the crazy boy?"

"Dead, killed by the people of the motherland." Butch said without raising his head, turned and entered the room, Frankie on the sofa shook his head: "I said that kid will die sooner or later..."

Butch was lying on the bed, Huey's face was lingering in his mind, and the other party's spirit was a little bit wrong, even if he had experienced bad things, such a violent emotional change was extremely rare.

Thinking of this, Butch turned his wrist, and a red spot of light emerged from his palm. Looking at the slowly floating spot of light, Butch fell into deep thought.

"Perhaps my spirit has also been affected," Butch muttered to himself, and immediately retracted the light spot: "But what does it matter, as long as the truth can be found out..."

Butch is a very utilitarian person. To him, there are only differences in means, not justice or evil. Therefore, Huey's death hardly caused much disturbance in his heart. When he closed his eyes, he fell asleep again. .

Just like the previous few days, when Butch opened his eyes, he saw the familiar round table hall. As before, the firewood was crackling in the fireplace, but Butch couldn't feel any heat.

Unlike Huey, Butch had always stayed away from such things that he couldn't understand. Just as he was about to leave, he heard the knight next to him say: "With the increase of blessings, new parts of the hall have been opened. Go and have a look, maybe you can learn something.”…

As soon as he finished speaking, Butch stopped. After hesitating for a moment, Butch carefully walked around the knight and walked towards the passage beside the round table hall.

The original hall was just a regular circle, and it seemed that several passages that existed were blocked by fog doors. Now, one of the passages has been opened.

Butch walked towards it and saw a strange statue, the subject part was a young girl, and the white gauze wrapped the girl from head to toe, with a mysterious beauty.

And behind the girl, there is a monster that Butch has never seen before. The body of the monster carved out of marble occupies the entire room, extending from in front of Butch to the ceiling, with four wings and four legs. Weird dragon.

The giant dragon curled up next to the girl, one person and one dragon clinging to each other, and a long spear was inserted in front of the statue, with a red light shining on it.

"Looks like this is it, a statue?"

Butch looked at the sculpture in front of him strangely, and took a step forward, only to find some writing on the ground: "Blessed ones, fight and grow."

The handwriting is very gorgeous, spreading on the floor tiles, exuding a faint white light. Under Butch's gaze, the handwriting keeps appearing: "Do you gain strength by fighting to the death, or gain experience by practicing moves?"

"Fight to the death?" Butch said to himself, but found that the handwriting on the ground changed:

"Mode selected, ready to start!"

"Hey, wait, I haven't…"

Just as Butch was about to speak, the next moment, his body disappeared in front of the sculpture and appeared in an arena.

The arena is desolate, and there are no spectators in the stands. On Butch's right hand side, there is a weapon rack. The weapons on it look very heavy, which is a bit outrageous. Butch picked up a one-handed sword casually. It is one of the few weapons that he can play with.

He didn't want to take a heavy weapon and be dragged down to death by the clunky weapon.

After playing with swords and flowers casually, Butch heard footsteps in the distance, and immediately became alert. A red figure appeared from the opposite side.

The figure looked like a man, his face was covered by red light, and he couldn't see what he looked like. Butch opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

The opponent was holding a heavy hammer, and the right hand holding the hammer swelled abnormally. Butch judged that the strength of the opponent was absolutely extraordinary in just an instant.

The two looked at each other, and neither of them made a move immediately. Butch had beads of sweat on his forehead. At this moment, the incomparably real feeling told him that all this was true. If he died here, everything would be over. .

Finally, in this oppressive atmosphere, the man on the opposite side made a move, and the heavy hammer in his hand smashed towards Butch from top to bottom.

Butch dodged this powerful blow. The opponent's ability was somewhat similar to Huey's. The heavy hammer looked like a small wooden stick in the man's hand, and he could swing it with ease. .

"It's a lot of power, but the flaw is still too big."

Butch rushed towards the man's left hand. Due to the excessive expansion of his right arm, the man's body was close to the edge of imbalance.

The next moment, Butch approached from the left side of the man, and slashed at the other man's neck with a knife. Blood splashed everywhere, and the man fell down, while a light spot flew out of the man's body and flowed out of Butch's body.

A complete feeling appeared in Butch, and he couldn't help crying out:

"Ah, wow, now I know why that boy Huey is crazy."

Chapter 95: Don’t disturb the sleeping dragon

While Butch was immersed in the arena, at his bedside, Locke and Mikaela were checking their work.

As one of the few guys who was focused on by Locke, Locke had already known about Butch's situation, so after Huey, this bearded man became Locke and Michaela's new experimental subject.

At this moment, he was lying on the bed, falling into a deep sleep, unaware that there were two more guys in their impenetrable safe house.

"Very stable, your attainments in dreams are deeper than I imagined." Locke looked at Mikaela next to him and sighed involuntarily.

Mikaela pulled out a little dream fog from Butch's mind, nodded and said: "I have studied dreams for a long time, and things that cannot be achieved in reality are more suitable in dreams."

"For example, the belief of Saint Torina?" Locke said bluntly, and Mikaela nodded: "I used to walk around the junction under the pseudonym Torina, but the dream is just a dream after all."

Saint Tolina is an extremely niche belief in the border area. It was so niche that when Locke ran away from the Dragon Sky City, this belief almost did not exist in the border area.

The priests of this faith will use a lavender mist to bring sleep and sweet dreams to believers. There is no doubt that this is one of Michaela's many attempts.

"The changed dream is illusory after all, and the real corruption cannot be suppressed." Mikaela said, turning to look at Locke: "He won, you should give him a reward."

Locke nodded, and a little red light flew out of the window next to him and landed on Butch. The entire arena system was divided into two parts, one was in charge of Mikaela, fighting through dreams, and the other, It is the reward distribution part that Locke is responsible for.

"Arena, I really want to see his real appearance." Locke sighed. Many arenas were established in the era of King Godfrey at the junction. Warriors fought in the arenas, growing and fighting constantly.

But with Mikaela's father, Radagon coming to power, those arenas were gradually shut down, turning into a bleak state like in Butch's dream.

"I thought you didn't care about the situation at the junction." Mikaela smiled, stuffing the fog of dreams in Butch's mind.

Locke shrugged: "You can't ignore it when you see it."

While chatting with Michaela, Locke turned on Butch's cell phone and began to enter the information collected yesterday into Butch's memo.

"Look, I'm the man behind the scenes, so I can only go to people and send messages." Locke entered the information of Compound No. [-] into Butch's mobile phone, and by the way, the address of the laboratory where Compound No. And lost it.

This is probably the safest way to transmit information. No matter how Butch traces it, Locke will never be found.

"You can obviously go to that laboratory by yourself." Mikaela looked at the complaining Locke, and said a little puzzled: "Is this a special custom of the ancient dragon?"

"No, no, no, I just don't want to do everything myself. That would make me lose face." Locke shook his finger and said to Michaela: "Is there so much trouble in this world? I also want to relax."…

"Then have a good sleep, I'll be with you." Mikaela pointed to the sky, looked at Locke and said, "How about finding a place where no one will come and have a good rest?"

"Thank you, but Gu Long can't sleep." Locke rubbed Mikaela's head and dragged him out of the room.

"You should think about it, you haven't had a real rest for a long time." In the sky, Michaela whispered to Locke.

Locke shook his head: "Gu Long can't sleep, I've tried many times, don't compare me with those sleepy beasts."

As the oldest group of creatures in the borderlands, the ancient dragons had frighteningly vigorous energy. These huge giant dragons seldom slept, and they also had terrifying resistance to methods like hypnotic fog.

Locke maintained his human habits for a long time after time travel, but unfortunately no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach the level of real sleep, so he could only close his eyes and rest lightly.

Mikaela shook her head and said softly, "Trust me, I can do it."

In the sky, Locke turned into a dragon shape, dancing in the sky, clouds and wind gathered around him, and under his body, dots of red seeds were taking root and sprouting.

Every moment, Locke can feel that growth, he is like an old farmer, sitting under the fruit tree, waiting for the apples on his head to ripen.

New York was not peaceful tonight. Following Huey's killing, many heroes were pulled up from their beds, bid farewell to their families or lovers, and rushed to Walter's company.

From now on, superheroes will be more careful, go out less often, and act in pairs as much as possible.

And the motherlander and his team, the Super Seven, will also use the most severe means to crack down on those illegal superpowers.

With Mikaela, Locke landed on the clouds. This is a temporary resting place for the two of them. There are no planes passing by around. The clouds are very thick and the city below can be seen clearly. It is a place suitable for distant viewing.

"What a beautiful scenery, maybe we should go around the city more, it's a bit different from New York over there." Locke stretched like a cat, with his wings folded on both sides, covering Mikaela.