Marvel's I am MT

Among the ghosts of the Demonic Tribe, there are a dozen or so that are relatively strong. x They united to block Barton's light, allowing their fellow humans to survive under the shadow.

At first, Barton thought that there might be a more powerful being in the Demonic Tribe that had not yet appeared. But after many times of genocide-style harassment and intimidation, it should be certain that there is no such thing. This ethnic group only has this strength.

Although the fact is a fact, this fact is completely unreasonable, or this extra-dimensional space is completely unreasonable. In terms of the energy of this space alone, the soul that can exist here should never be that weak.

Moreover, according to the information recorded by Barton, when the Demonic Tribe was expelled to another dimension by the Angel Clan, the Demonic Tribe were all living entities. How could they all exist in the form of souls? How did they thrive? These are all mysteries.

At this time, Barton's soul felt a throbbing. The source of this throbbing was extremely vague, making it impossible for him to perceive the source at all, as if it was hidden at the end of this endless darkness.

Barton could tell that it was Niya calling him, but he was unable to respond. Although he knew that Ancient One had the ability to pull him out, the Supreme Mage had his own principles and had reasons not to do so.

How much time has passed? What's going on outside now? Can the Illuminati still operate? Shaw is about to cause a missile crisis. Are the Boy Scouts under Charles still alive?

The more Barton thought about it, the more anxious he became. He decided to return to his true body and try again if he could forcibly break the barrier of this dimension. However, this time when he returned to his true form, he found that there was something suddenly in his mind.

Like some kind of cognition, some kind of information, or some kind of rule. Although he couldn't figure it out for the time being, or his understanding was not complete, he found that there was an additional voice in his ears, and he suddenly understood the language of those magic shapes.

"Oh, oh, oh, mom, why does God punish us like this? What did we do wrong?"

"Parthia, God is not punishing us, he is just testing us."

"Mom, it's so hot. I feel like I'm going to die. What does God want to test us for?"

"I don't know either, kid. We shouldn't guess God's will. We just have to believe that everything happens for a reason. We just have to pray to Him."

The few whispers in the dark corner made Barton feel sad to hear them. These demonic ghosts regarded him as a god, and some were praying to him. And he was almost going to exterminate them.

"I've heard what you said, and I think we can talk."

In this dark space, sound cannot travel. The dark texture on the divine tree produced a kind of fluctuation, and then spread out to the entire space, silencing the originally noisy Magicoids.

After a long time, an old Mystique responded: "God, we are willing to obey your sovereignty and accept your punishment. We only ask that you forgive those children. Please let us old people bear their original sins." Bar"

"I'm not the god you think I am, I'm just a passerby who came here accidentally. I have no hatred against you, and you don't seem to be an evil race, so I don't want to hurt you."

As for what Barton said, not to mention that the elder didn't believe it, no one in the Demonic Tribe believed it. Just the breath and light of the soul can wipe them out. How can such a being not be a god?

Regarding this situation, Barton really couldn't explain it at the moment, and there were some things that he really couldn't defend. But since we can communicate, let’s ignore these minor issues and just ask for something useful.

The Demonic Tribe was once the most powerful race in a certain era on earth. Their tribe also had its own god, and it was that god who gave them this form. But this form is not a magic shape, those textures are a language.

The texture of each person in this group is different. If someone can read the language on their own body, they can awaken the power given by God and become a powerful divine whisperer.

But over the long years, their gods have gradually aged, their tribe has begun to decline, and the presence of divine whisperers has become less and less. And another new group of angels began to become stronger and launched a war against them.

The war lasted for a long time. The god of the Demonic Tribe finally died, and died together with the god of the Angel Tribe. In fact, this extra-dimensional space was formed after the death of two gods.

Before death, the god of the Mystoid tribe extended his final protection to his people. Before death, the god of the angel clan imposed a final seal on these enemies. The starting points of the two gods are different, but the results are very similar.

Even though the two gods have passed away for a long time, their powers are still entangled with each other. The destructive power of a god obliterated the bodies of the Trolls. But the other is protective and keeps their souls alive.

Therefore, it is completely natural that this dimensional space is more stable and the energy density in it is greater. But Barton still didn't understand why the energy here did no harm to him at all, but was like a great tonic.

After the divine form adapted to the energy here, it began to absorb it at an accelerated pace, and its body shape became larger and larger. Although the system's values ​​were not affected, Barton just felt like something was wrong.

He couldn't understand this change for a while, but he keenly sensed that this change was just immature. All he could do was wait until the results appeared.

The saber-tooth tiger Victor crouched on a big tree, monitoring the CIA secret base from a distance. The functional suit made of vibranium material covering his whole body allows him to blend perfectly into the night. Unless someone with special perception ability, it is difficult to detect his existence.

Two micro drones like flying insects have been approaching for reconnaissance, and the wide-angle images are fed back to the visual panel of the suit, allowing him to have a clear understanding of the situation in a large area.

Victor could see those young mutants. They were all still children. Most of them had not fully grasped their own abilities, and they were far from mature mentally. This made Victor seem to see himself as a teenager.

That boy named Charles actually regarded them as soldiers, but they didn't know how powerful and ferocious the enemy they were facing was. What a sad thing.

At this moment, Victor was very lucky that he had a good boss. Although Boss Barton was quite young, he was far-sighted and powerful enough. If it weren't for my good judgment, my current situation might not be much better than that of these stupid children.

Just when Victor was still sighing secretly, he suddenly realized something was wrong. The whistle on the roof of the house seemed to have suddenly disappeared. His heart trembled, and he quickly concentrated his attention, and soon found that these guards were disappearing one by one.

The red smoke that appeared around these guards before they disappeared represents a powerful mutant, the Red Devil Azazo.

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