Marvel World New Magneto

Ten o'clock sharp in the evening, London.

With the addition of strong reinforcements, the situation on the ground gradually tilted toward humans. The mobs mixed in the crowd were repelled, and order was gradually restored in the neighborhood where the riots occurred. The firefighters finally rescued the buildings that were on fire so that the affected area did not spread further. .

The underground battle has just begun at this time, and those subway stations that are busy on weekdays have turned into the most chaotic killing grounds in this noisy night. Often, the vanguard troops that enter the underground have automatically moved from all directions before receiving orders from their superiors. The swarming werewolves poured bullets, and the metal storm covered the enemy's body almost instantly during the strafing of the well-equipped soldiers. If it was the past, these jumping elves would tear the enemy's body to pieces. In front of the creatures, they only aroused bursts of roars that burst out like tides, and did not cause much actual damage to the opponent.

"Execute plan B." Seeing that the battle situation developed as expected, the leading officer immediately issued a new order, and soldiers carrying flamethrowers stepped forward to replace the colleagues in the front row. It shot out from inside, forming a violently burning pillar of fire, the billowing heat wave swept past, and the shining sparks splashed everywhere, spreading along the passage or steps, and adhering to the furry werewolf, immediately causing a miserable howl.

"Nice job!" shouted an officer, noticing that his opponent was flinching. His companions also looked happy. Encouraged by their superiors, the flamethrower attacked the nearby enemies harder, burning those guys to death. .

This tactic is indeed very effective. Although forced by the complicated underground environment, it is impossible to go deeper, and the incidental hypoxia and poisonous gas are unlikely to pose a great threat to the werewolf, but they still successfully cleared a safe area. The superpowers behind opened the way to the underground lair.

Eric strolled over and looked at the warheads on the ground as he passed the front of the position. Those shiny silver gadgets attracted his attention.

"It's the silver bullet." A British liaison officer came over to explain to him. "At first we couldn't use conventional weapons to be effective. Later, someone got inspiration from legends. Ancient people believed that silverware could pose a threat to werewolves. Whether it was allergies caused by chemical reactions or other reasons, we tried to do it. It was really effective at first, a few silver bullets could kill a werewolf. But they soon became useless. Now they have only a little effect, and the wounds on their bodies are difficult to heal."

"It seems that the werewolves will also upgrade. They must have found a way to make up for the loopholes in the past. This is really good news." Eric said casually, and dropped the warhead in his hand.

When he first arrived underground, he found that the werewolves blocking the front were not the traditional werewolves with thick fur and protruding mouths in the past, but wolf ghosts with thinner hair and stronger bodies-only the world of Underworld The blood of the three descendants of Alexander Corvinas, the common ancestor of the werewolves and the vampires, would produce such a new race.

Eric remembered it well.Lucien didn't have Michael's blood in his hand.In this new world, he might be able to get some vampire blood, but it was absolutely impossible to get something that couldn't exist out of nothing.In the past, this was the patent of former reincarnations, but after cutting off the link connecting the two worlds, the Lord God, perhaps unwilling to fail, found a new apostle following the familiar taste.

While he was thinking, the human soldiers advanced a few dozen yards forward, drove the embarrassed enemies into the subway tunnel, and completely emptied the platform, which greatly encouraged them.For a while, many people cheered, as if they saw the dawn of victory.As if they could fight alone without reinforcements.

But werewolves are not so easy to deal with. After a short period of joy, someone raised his head inadvertently, and suddenly saw black shadows wriggling on the high ceiling. Before the person could warn, the werewolves had already jumped down. He plunged into the crowd.

Flesh and blood flew, warm liquid and fresh organs splattered wildly in the sharp claws, the soldiers who were full of confidence immediately collapsed, some staggered to avoid, and some lost their minds. Under the control of fear, they opened fire indiscriminately, further expanding the casualties of their companions.

Flames bloomed in the crowd. This terrible weapon that can drive back werewolves was first applied to ordinary people. The high temperature destroyed their defenses in an instant, and the smell of burnt steel, human body and gunpowder smoke mixed into a The pungent and unpleasant smell makes people dizzy and unable to see the direction.

"The operation failed, retreat immediately!" The coalition commander roared hoarsely, without his order, the frightened soldiers had already fled back, and ran desperately towards the steps of the subway exit.

"Holding a gun in your hand, but you can't do anything, what a mob." Bronski said contemptuously, and after being signaled by Eric, he took off his shirt and exposed his chest, pushing away the deserters all the way to enjoy themselves lying in a pool of blood. The werewolf who had eaten walked away.

"Puppy, let me teach you to be obedient." Amid deep laughter, Emile Bronski's body gradually swelled into a yellow giant, and rushed towards the stunned werewolf.

"And me, I'm honored to have your trust, but don't forget to ask the British to put the money in a pocket with a giant dollar sign when I'm done with the job, and I'm going to carry it back to New York. "Deadpool Wade of course refused to lag behind, he pulled out the knife from his shoulder with his backhand and flickered, and appeared on the other side of the subway station.

"Aren't you going to play, Ivan?" Eric asked the third team member casually. The whole body of this tattooed Russian man was covered by a special armor, only showing a face full of flesh.

"The equipment you gave me is very interesting, but why do you think I will listen to you?" Ivan has been locked up in Stryker's base since he was knocked out in the Hammer Fair exhibition hall, and was only recently led by Erik. When he came out, he knew the relationship between Eric and Howard, and he was instinctively hostile to him.

"You can choose your own destiny, or get a chance to fulfill your wish, or I will send you back to prison, and send you a box of soap by the way, so that you can spend the rest of your life happily."

This threat made Ivan's face twitch, and he closed his visor and walked towards the dark steps without saying a word.

The screams resounded through the subway station again, louder and louder, but this time the victim turned into a werewolf.The forces of the two sides were reversed. Although the more powerful side fought forward, it no longer had the same effect on ordinary soldiers. In turn, they were chased by the Abomination, Deadpool, and Ivan wearing the Destroyer modified armor. depths of the tunnel.

"What a troublesome guy, I miss my students a little bit." Eric murmured, stepping on the blood-stained steps all the way down.

Now he is going to visit that old friend.

The mind opened up, as if the sun illuminated the darkness, and the building structure under the entire city could not be hidden, and soon Eric found the target.

A galaxy of countless starlights slowly unfolded in front of his eyes, the boundless void was slowly passing away, clusters of bubble-like nebulae were faintly visible, and the vast and boundless bright stardust swirled quietly.

In this beautiful spectacle, two transparent ties extend from the nebula, one is extremely weak and may be severed at any time, the other is close to the strength that the former reincarnation once had before, and the power from another universe is endless It is supplied through it, causing an invisible shadow to spread out quietly.

When Eric observed through the endless void, the silent Milky Way suddenly rolled up a storm, and waves of turbulent waves set off violent winds and waves, sweeping towards the sky with an unprecedented force.

At the top of the huge wave, a solid black figure gradually gathered, and he opened his eagle-like sharp eyes to meet Eric's deep gaze.

The two gazes met, and the spiritual ocean faintly trembled.

As soon as wills of different natures come into contact, countless shock waves erupt immediately, and colorful lights flicker in the world of the soul, sparking crackling sparks.

When the huge wave encountered a strong reef, it smashed into pieces, and the overwhelming momentum collapsed.

Eric's body froze for a moment, his eyes suddenly darkened, and they froze quietly for a few seconds like a black hole swallowing all light before returning to normal.

When he walked on, all the resistance was dissipated, and the darkness full of crises was subdued and transformed into a harmonious and peaceful side, as if the two merged into one, there was only serenity, remoteness and tranquility, and there was no more exclusion and opposition.

"Damn!" In the deepest part of the London subway system, another man cursed loudly. He covered his forehead as if he had just been hit with a baseball bat. Red flowers bloomed all over the ground.

"It's only one step away! I'm only one step away from establishing a stable connection with the other side." This person was Lucien. He endured strong dizziness and grabbed the person next to him, and he managed to support himself with the help of that person's body. balance.

"Where is the thing I want? Where is the life origin room of Krypton?" It was a middle-aged man with short hair and a military look. The wrist bone of the werewolf leader.

"General Zod, I paid a price for calling you here. Now you deal with the intruders first, and then I can bring Clark to you." Lucian said loudly, enduring the severe pain.

"It's Kael!" Zod corrected, staring at the werewolf leader. "It's Jorelle's son, not Clark." (To be continued~^~)