Elden Gulong in American comics

The shadow of the black building covered several streets, and the dozens of floors of the building slowly collapsed, destroying all the beauty in the world with unparalleled power.

People screamed and were drowned in the dust, and natural gas pipelines buried underground were pulled up, spewing flames several meters high into the gray sky.

The people of the motherland are floating in the sky. He no longer cares about heroes. He wants to kill all the people in New York, and then go to find that damn knight Vic to decide the outcome.

Anger filled his brain, causing his muscles to bulge, and his skin to turn a strange deep red, with slightly brighter blood forming lines and wrapping around his skin.

At this moment, the motherland is more like a terrifying demon than the hero before.

Just a few thousand ordinary people possess this kind of power. The motherland glanced around, the smile on his face became brighter, and the feeling of omnipotence returned to his body, making his confidence unlimited. Expanding.

At this moment, on top of the ruins of Walter Company, a piece of wall debris moved, and several surviving heroes crawled out.

"Ahem, motherland, are you crazy?" Queen Maeve looked at the superior motherland and shouted angrily.

boom!

The next second, the motherland rushed down from the sky, pushed her to the ground, and said softly: "Ah, I have forgotten you, let me try to see how you heroes are different from ordinary people. "

The next second, the motherland's hand passed through Queen Maeve's chest and pulled out a crystal from her belly. Under the gaze of the surviving heroes, the motherland put the crystal into her mouth and chewed it.

"You taste really good!"

At this moment, at the Holy Tree Company in Baltimore, Locke looked out the window with some confusion: "It's strange, how come he matures so quickly."

"Who used Jin Ke La?"

Chapter 112: The Final Sacrifice

People's sorrows and joys are not the same. A few hours before the Walter Company in New York collapsed, Gu Long was sitting on the soft boss chair in Michaela's office, looking at the other party's gains these days. .

"You improved Osborn's Green Goblin potion. Those guys from Hydra will be jealous to death when they see it." Locke held a tube of green potion in his hand. The potion derived from Osborn was combined with the No. [-] compound. This special potion was created.

"I used some little tricks to cheat." Mikaela sat in Locke's arms. The seat was large enough for the two of them to sit together. She took the potion and said, "I added some dream mist in it to suppress this potion. side effects."

Like most potions in the world, the Osborne Group's original physical enhancement pills also have serious side effects, making users become irritable and even develop a second evil personality.

In the original novel, it was this thing that turned Norman Osborn into the Green Goblin, a green-skinned lunatic who only knew how to drop bombs from a one-man aircraft.

But now, this potion has regained its luster in Mikaela's hands. Although the effect has been weakened, the side effects have been reduced to an acceptable level.Reading books

But Locke's point is not here. He picked up another golden potion. This potion, also derived from compound No. [-], has a fantastic effect. It can change the expression of genes and make the original genetic diseases disappear. .

"Incredible, this potion can cure you, which means it can cure Marlenia." Locke played with the golden potion and had the urge to give Michaela another shot.

But Michaela shook her head: "The body of a demigod is much stronger than that of ordinary people. If you want to change the expression of genes, you need to further enhance the medicinal properties."

"Moreover, neither I nor Marlenia's disease is a simple genetic disease. In addition to the problem itself, there are also sources of infection."

Mikaela's fingers glowed golden, as if she meant something. Locke nodded: "Then let's use a two-pronged approach. We must kill the 'source of infection' and continue to improve the level of the medicine at the same time."

Michaela nodded, took the potion in Locke's hand, injected it into her body with her backhand, and then frowned: "My body is starting to develop resistance, but before that, I can still do some things thing."

The next moment, Locke felt that Michaela in his arms was slowly growing bigger, and the delicate and smooth skin filled the palm of his hand. The next second, the originally childish Michaela became mature in an instant, and every move was full of... A bit charming.

Locke looked at the woman in his arms. She looked very similar to Queen Mallika, but her eyes were purple, and her hair was not gold but silver. It was like the aloof queen had changed her color and was lying in Gu Long's arms. inside.

Michaela came closer and asked softly: "Now, do you have any ideas?"

"I'm thinking about one thing." Locke rolled his eyes and pretended to be thinking: "You have become so big, where did the extra mass come from?"

The expression on Michaela's face was stunned. It was the first time that Locke saw the other party being so stunned. He couldn't help but lower his head and admire it. Then Michaela chuckled twice and whispered:

"As expected of my king, Rock Sanks."

Immediately, Michaela came forward, opened her mouth, and bit Locke's lip.

"Well...I don't suggest you waste your time like this." Locke raised his eyebrows and muttered vaguely.

The next second, with a dull sound of deflation, Michaela's body shrank, and Locke raised his finger and tapped the opponent's head: "So you use potions to do such boring things? "

"I think this can make you feel happy, and maybe it will help with the next thing." Michaela nodded, shook her legs and continued: "It can also make me feel happy."

"What a strange argument. You are such a brat." Locke said disdainfully.

It is said that kissing between people exchanges saliva and antibodies, making this physically and mentally healthy activity pleasurable.

The only pity is that the requirements for this activity are quite high, resulting in many people being turned away.

With that said, Michaela rummaged around on the table and said to Locke:

"There are still a few potions left, maybe we can experiment more."

hum!

Suddenly, Locke and Michaela turned their heads and looked at the window, but what they were looking at was not the busy street below, but what was happening further away.

In Locke's eyes, a red sun seemed to appear in the northeast. The red light was extremely violent and filled with the chaotic thoughts of the evil god.Read a book

In the red sun, the four-armed giant looked up to the sky and screamed, making a twisted and weird scream that made people's scalp numb.

"Crimson Lord Cytorak, shouldn't he be here?" Locke tilted his head, a little confused, but Mikaela seemed to understand something and said softly: "The residue has been collected, and the evil god's consciousness is recovering. "

"Impossible, I smashed those consciousnesses into pieces, unless..." Locke seemed to have thought of something. The corners of his eyes twitched a few times, and he sighed and said, "Someone is killing ordinary people on a large scale."

Like any game planner in the world, Locke squeezed some things he didn't want into the game's nooks and crannies.

Those fragments of the evil god's will, those negative emotions that make people feel irritable and want to disembowel themselves, were all thrown by Locke in a clever way to countless ordinary people who did not have the ability.

These ordinary people will be the best filters, removing impurities from the law for Locke and leaving them in this world forever.

But just like the plan of Xian Jian Yi back then, he never imagined that there would be such a strange existence as the Shilipo Sword Master. Locke's excessive bottom line made him not expect that someone would massacre countless ordinary people, just to get a little bit of pitiful enhancement. .

Which guy who plays a Souls-based game would brush the minions at his door to level up?

Isn’t he good at the bank at the junction?

Locke covered his head with a headache. He had already seen who the damn "Shilipo Sword Master" was through his connection with the blessing.

"A native of the motherland, it's this guy again."

At this time, Mikaela moved next to him and said to Locke: "We have to stop him. If this continues, many people will die."

"Then I'll fly over and deal with that guy now?" Locke thought for a while and said, but Michaela shook her head: "People in this world are already capable of solving this trouble by themselves."

"Is that so?"

Locke felt the light groups in New York City, and finally made up his mind: "In that case, let's start the final battle ceremony, Michaela."

"As you wish, my king."

Chapter 113: The decisive battle is coming

When the Vought Corporation building collapsed, not all superheroes were among them. Some heroes were lucky enough to survive, probably due to their due diligence.

Not all heroes are crushed by the shadow of death. Although most of the heroes in this world are a bunch of bastards, there are also heroes like Starlight who are not afraid of tigers but still have some conscience.

Perhaps because of previous orders from his motherland, or because he wanted to catch the hunter's wanton monster, Starlight had been squatting at Huey's house during this period.

She learned bit by bit about the hunter's past before he became a hunter and prepared for the upcoming battle. Unfortunately, the hunter never came to him during this time. Instead, several other superheroes in his own home suffered. To the attack.

Some other heroes have also found ways to deal with hunters. The first thing is not to be alone. It has become the consensus of Watt Company that individual heroes will be killed by hunters in the dark.

The second is to choose a suitable hiding place. The first choice is of course the headquarters of Walter Company, and many heroes also understand that there is another safer place.

That was Huey's home.

In the house where the hunter grew up, there was a natural hostage, his father. Starlight's experiences during this period convinced the heroes that Huey cared about his father and was safe in this house.

As a result, more and more heroes gathered in this house. Huey's old father looked at the more than 20 heroes living in the house, and said helplessly to the blond girl sitting next to him on the sofa:

"Miss Starlight, are there too many people on your guard?"

Starlight was also a little embarrassed. She couldn't tell Huey's father that the heroes were here to take refuge. It would be a bit embarrassing.

"Well, Mr. Campbell, you have to know that your son is, um, in danger now, and may need a lot of heroes to help." Starlight grabbed the cloak of his uniform and stammered an explanation.

New York is a big dyeing vat, and Starlight, a girl from the country, learned to lie, but apparently she wasn't perfect enough.

Mr. Campbell looked at the embarrassed girl, thought about the "rent" the heroes gave him last night, and decided not to continue questioning the other party for the sake of the green Franklin, but calmly changed the question:

"What are you going to do if you catch Huey?"

"Of course, let him stand trial and take responsibility for the heroes he killed." Starlight sat up straight and said to Mr. Campbell: "I know this may be difficult to accept, but we all need to answer for the wrong things we have done. Responsible."

"Huey is, and so are we heroes."

Mr. Campbell nodded and slumped on the sofa: "That's good. There is no death penalty in New York State anyway. Remember to contact a good prison for him when the time comes."

At this moment, the ground shook. Amidst the deafening roar, Mr. Campbell watched blankly as the glass of his house exploded. From the broken windows, he saw billowing smoke rising from the end of the street.

"What happened again? Has my son turned into Godzilla?" Mr. Campbell shouted. His ears were still ringing. He took his hands from his face and looked at the starlight next to him in a panic. .

The opponent seemed to have been stripped off the disguise of a hero in the explosion, and turned back into a young and naive girl. She looked in the direction of the billowing smoke and screamed at Mr. Campbell: "That's Walter." Company, is your son crazy? This is a terrorist attack!"

"Your son didn't turn into Godzilla, he turned into bin Laden!"

At this moment, several heroes who reacted nearby took out their mobile phones and looked at the information on it, their expressions changed greatly: "Hey, Starlight, you should take a look at this."

"The people of the motherland are crazy!"

Starlight looked at the message on her phone. A man in red and blue uniforms wearing an American flag floated above the wreckage of the Vought Corporation building. His skin turned a devilish crimson, with blood on his face. The pattern looks like a terrifying demon.

Looking at the crazy motherland, Starlight raised her head in embarrassment and said to Mr. Campbell: "Sorry, I seem to have made a mistake."

"It's okay, it looks like you're going to be in big trouble now."

As an old New Yorker, Mr. Campbell has become accustomed to the city's constant madness. He lowered his head and looked at the messy house: "You guys go solve the problem. If you survive, listen to me." I advise you to stop being a hero."

"Superheroes only bring misfortune."

Mr. Campbell stood up, walked around the heroes, opened the door, and made a gesture of invitation: "Please, everyone, it's time to do what heroes should do."

But the next second, the heroes who were still in the living room screamed collectively. Mr. Campbell looked at the many heroes in the living room with some confusion. Following their gazes, he found a black figure appearing in front of his house. outside the window.

Looking at the other person's black trench coat and the bandage on his face, Mr. Campbell said in a nostalgic voice: "Long time no see, Huey."

Huey did not say hello to his father when he appeared outside his window. He jumped up high and crashed into his home through the broken glass window.

"Well, heroes always don't like to walk through the door." Looking at the heroes huddled in a ball, shaking like chickens, Mr. Campbell stood up instead, looked at the children who had become strangers, and said softly: " You have grown taller." Read the book

Huey didn't speak, as if by magic, he took a big ax from his back and held it in his hand. The blade of the ax was pointed at Starlight, who was standing next to his father. The murderous aura filled the air, making Starlight flinch involuntarily.

Mr. Campbell was right. His child had indeed grown taller. At this moment, Huey's height had exceeded 1.9 meters. Continuous hunting had made his physical fitness extremely terrifying, and his figure was gradually developing towards a giant.