Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto

Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto Chapter 828

The Fire Festival is over.

After the party, all that's left is loneliness.

The villagers, with drunkenness and smiles on their faces, staggered and supported each other, returned to their homes, sat by the warm fireplace, stretched out their hands to make a fire, and enjoyed the warm time with their families .

There was only one girl, still standing there, looking out of the town all the time.

Old John didn't bother the girl. He just wore a thick fur coat and waited quietly.

I don't know how long, the night is getting darker.

The eyebrows fell a little cold, revealing a chill.

Yvette slowly stretched out the take action, but saw a piece of crystal snowflakes fall into her palm.

The last snow of this year, like a goose feather, fell like a goose feather. It seemed to be sending off a man who had gone away. gradually disappeared in the north wind.

The north wind swept the big snowflakes, making the already cold weather a bit colder.

"Go back, Yvette."

Old John couldn't bear to let his granddaughter suffer, so he walked over with hesitating steps and softly advised: "He doesn't belong here. I'll leave sooner or later."

Yvette bowed her head deeply, her hands turned purple from the cold, tears fell down her cheeks, and her teeth bit her lip tightly, using a very light In a very soft voice, she said with a hint of trembling: "I...I know...grandfather..."

The girl has been very sensible since she was a child. in this way.

She was well aware of grandfather's concerns and understood that Luca would not stay here, but she was just not reconciled.

Until the end...the words were not spoken.

"I...like him..."

Yvette turned and threw herself into the old man's arms, crying like a flood, sobbing and whispering: " grandfather.....I like Luca...but why...why won't he let me say it...even if he refuses..."

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The man is walking on the mountain in the wind and snow,

sleepless all night between.

At dawn, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared, coating the entire mountain top with golden brilliance, the clouds steamed and the rays of light trailed off, and the mountains and forests were all wrapped in silver and white, giving a feeling of a fairyland outside the world.

It's a pity.

Even if the fairyland has nothing to do with him, he just wants to find the nearest human gathering place.

If he continued in this direction, he would have to become a purebred savage within ten days of half a month.

With his physique, although he will not be starved to death, his image will not be preserved.

"I should have asked Old John earlier, I want a map." The man looked at the boundless mountains and couldn't help but have a headache: "God bless me, don't let me get lost, I don't want to be a savage."

But since I've already left, it would be a shame to go back.

The man bitterly smiled and shook the head, picked a direction that seemed pleasing to the eye, and started running wildly with all his strength.

As the saying goes: Going up a mountain is easy but going down is hard.

But it seems that it doesn't work for the man. I saw him going down the mountain as fast as lightning, completely ignoring the steepness along the way, as if the Earth Dragon was rolling in the thick snow, setting off a trail that was several miles long. The ten-foot wind dragon.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the man rushed down from the top of several hundred meters.

Ahead is a forest covered with white snow, Wan Lai is silent without a trace of sound, all creatures fell into the slumber after the heavy snow.

If you are an experienced hunter, you will definitely not trespass into the forest just after the heavy snow, because it is easy to encounter wild beasts that come out to hunt, especially the brown bears. Come out to hunt after heavy snow to store up more fat to survive the harsh winter.

As the man walks in the forest, the sun gradually sinks.

It has been two days since he left the town, and now there is no water, let alone any food, and his stomach is inevitably gu gu.

Just as the man was worried about whether to eat snow or grass tonight, a loud noise interrupted him.

"Roar——"

I heard a roar, and the snow fell on the branches.

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, a wild bear with brown hair standing up to two meters high, sticky saliva dripping from its teeth, and the eyes of the beast are full of killing and ruthless aura, upright. Gogo stared at the human in front of him.

The two-meter-tall brown bear is definitely the overlord in the forest.

The sharp claw and fleshy palms that reflect cold light alone can kill most carbon-based creatures with one slap, at least with broken tendons.

In the cold winters of northern Europe, food is in short supply.

Being able to meet people like humans in the forest is like a delicacy bestowed by God for brown bears who have been hungry for half a winter.

Just by smelling the breath of humans, this huge brown bear glutton was hooked up, and after a roar came out of its mouth, it ran towards the man.

The stench of saliva was splashed all over the place, and the huge brown bear ran like a land tank. The nearby branches kept shaking off snow. If ordinary people saw this, I'm afraid yes, turn around and run on the spot.

But unfortunately, men are not included in the ranks of 'ordinary people'.

After all...

It's not just brown bears who need food.

The brown bear's eyes are full of confusion, and it is completely incomprehensible with its IQ, why the human in front of him doesn't run away, but under the temptation of gluttony and hunger in its belly, it still firmly moved towards the man. past.

In the brown bear's cognition, there is no creature that can resist a collision from it.

This is the ancient memory engraved in the genes, of course, it can also be understood as the hunting instinct.

But next moment, the brown bear suddenly stopped in front of the man.

As if when a tank was moving at full speed, the strong impact it carried came to an abrupt end, shaking the snow up to one meter thick on the ground, and the snow caused by the air waves rushed into the air, making a thunderous sound. A dull bang.

The man used only one hand to forcibly stop the bear's charge.

And his arm, which is as white as jade, is now covered with red lines like orbits, like a special tattoo formed by the blood boiling through the skin.

"I'm sorry..."

The man lowered his eyes and said softly: "Weak are prey to the strong, this is the law of nature."

When the voice fell, the blue light spit out from the palm, pierced through the brown bear's head like a sharp arrow, and exploded the mixture of white and red.

"Dinner can be regarded as having ended..." The man relaxed, condensing a blue sword in his hand.

shua~ shua~ shua~  …

Efficiently peeling and deboning, dismembering a brown bear, and then building a bonfire to bake on it.

After a full meal, the man rested for half an hour, got up and continued to move in one direction.

This walk, until noon on the next day, finally let him see the town.

But...that's the problem.

He didn't know if he should call the pile of broken ruins a 'town'.

From the crumbling ruins, I can vaguely see the breath of this town in the past, but now it has become a purgatory of the human world, with people like walking corpse everywhere, without a trace in their eyes For the hope of life, there is only ashes of despair.

The man came to a desperate man, leaned down and asked, "What the hell happened here?"

The desperate man didn't answer him, but his face was ashen. Looking at the street in the distance, then his pupils trembled violently, as if he saw something terrifying, he screamed and started to flee in a hurry, and he went into the ruins desperately.

Boom...

A loud noise from the steel crawler pulled the man's line of sight.

I saw a group of soldiers wearing steel helmets and holding rifles, following the steel giant beast-like tanks, holding their chests and heads high, stepping over the ruins. The streets of towns and cities wantonly slaughtered the crowd on the way.

A black flag flying over the tank.

Accompanied by the howls and screams from the crowd, the slanted d-word printed on the black flag trembled in the whistling cold wind.

The man's pupils shrank slightly, fixed on the d-word tilted on the black flag, and the feeling of deja vu rose in the mind.

Swastika Flag ......

Hitler .....

German Army ......

World War II .....

Countless fragmented memory fragments flashed wildly in his mind, and then turned into a word.

That is a word that makes the whole world tremble, makes the whole Europe tremble, and terrifies countless creatures, and the translation of this word means, It is the iron hoof trampling the entire European continent--the Nazi !