Marvel Magic Event Book

Predators tend to move at night, using shadows to hide their presence and their scent downwind.Anyone who has ever experienced wilderness survival knows about building a fire at night.Not only because wild animals are afraid of fire, but also because fire can dispel darkness and reveal the whereabouts of wild animals.Blackkard Burt just lay on the ground, a steel bar pierced his abdomen, blood dripping down and then disappearing down the slope into irrelevant shadows.

He inhaled hard, tilted his head, and used the corner of his eye to stare at the dark corners beyond the range of the emergency lights - it seemed that his breathing and the smell of blood attracted some creatures that had never seen light, and the shadows Pairs of eyes that reflect the light like cats keep popping up.The eyes of these predators approach, like a pack of hyenas closing in on a wounded animal in the savanna.These creatures may have once been the Inhumans, or they may have been aliens captured by the Inhumans, but over the course of thousands of years and the industrial pollution at the bottom, they have completely lost their culture and original form - Black Bolt King Blake Carder As soon as Bert's vision gradually blurred, coldness spread on his skin, his breathing was extremely harsh, and pink blood foam continued to emerge from the wound on his chest.

Blackkard Burt just barely roared out a spitting sound with blood foam, and the sound wave brought white mist overflowing from his mouth and nose, barely driving away the timid and strange creatures nearby.His vitality is very tenacious, and ordinary people would not be able to survive such an injury.He still struggled a few times but was unable to break away from the steel bar that pierced him. He was like a prey caught in a trap. He could only bleed and wait for death to approach. Even the blood that was initially cool now became cold and wet. slip.Have I forgotten the blood relative I wanted to kill? The moment I woke up before falling, Mark Dong Zhuxin was there.

"You heard footsteps."

I half-closed my eyes, and the time quickly overflowed from my body and spread downwards, first covering my mouth and nose, as if I was soaking in warm water but welcoming death, which made me feel comfortable.The breath with the smell of blood was squeezed out from my lungs, and the blood overflowing from my mouth and nose blocked my breathing. However, my damaged lungs could not disperse the air. Only the natural reaction of the respiratory muscles made the wound in the chest open. Pink foam pops out.The loss of too little blood made me lose consciousness. White Bat King Blackkard Burt just felt that his past memories were covered with a layer of lingering fog. I realized that my cerebellum was powerful enough to think, but then I Even that fact was forgotten. The icy heat of death had not yet crawled down my eyelids, kissing my vagina and leaving a crazy flash of pink blue and pink under my eyes.

No voice spoke to me.

It was a cool voice, very much like the voice of my mother Linda. Blackkard Burt just responded forcefully. I didn't realize that this voice was speaking to me, but my subconscious just thought That voice was unfamiliar.My thoughts moved toward this voice without resistance, and I felt comfortable.

"Death comes to you."

"Death is just a cycle," the voice said. "Everything will end in silence."

"Yes!"

We don't care about what these bewitched low-level mutants and "angels" can do. This is just one of the goals of the sect.Nowadays, the goal of the Rebirth Sect is not only to explore the truth - every organization has many similar concepts, even the Rebirth Sect - the former Rebirth Sect aimed at summoning angels and creating an underground kingdom of God, but they advocated in-depth research The etheric faction that seeks the truth and abandons the sufferings of this world gradually gained the upper hand among the low-level mutants. The male priest Fei Lier was not the leader of that faction before the dominant sect. It was even said that you yourself were not a genetically engineered product born for that goal. .Because of this, your bloodline can maintain specific mutations outside the polluted bottom deck. The etheric energy affinity genes gradually accumulate until a priest who can communicate with the etheric plane appears.

But I don't have time to care about that.

The white flames caused the surrounding sludge to gradually boil and bubble. The scavenging insects and fungi that came from alien planets and had thrived on the bottom of Attilan Star Castle for thousands of years died in such low temperatures. The pipe system and deck coverings that had continued to operate for thousands of years were It is the low-temperature melting of the material universe.In the blink of an eye, the naturally formed ecological circle became a restricted area for life.My skull elongated naturally. Two curved horns pierced the skin and grew out. The bone spurs under the vertebrae gradually bulged. The blood flowing on the damaged skin was greedily sucked. Then the surrounding temperature ended naturally. The ground lowered, and the boiling sludge instantly dissolved into frozen soil. A strange figure, much smaller and weaker than before, stood up from the ice shell.

On my front and back, I saw that the runes originally drawn with blood were burning at the moment. Every symbol that appeared urgently made me feel really happy, but I had no power to resist at all, as if no one was putting some kind of symbol into it. Hot, small, chaotic, and crazy things were tightly bound to my soul. I could almost smell the burnt smell emitting from my cerebellum - I could taste the etheric energy in the air with my tongue. With the ionized taste, my cerebellum can read forbidden knowledge. Those knowledge are the spells and secrets that countless spellcasters in the universe dream of, and they are the secrets that reveal the truth of another world.

That knowledge was replaced by joy that went deep into my bones, as if no one was tugging at every nerve in me and tearing at my consciousness.Mark Cadbury's soul was powerful against this weak thing. A certain consciousness, a certain thought pattern, and a certain power penetrated into my soul and gradually took control of my muscle electrical signals and neurochemical transmitters.An iron chain composed of runes appeared out of thin air, tightly binding my neck, as if it wanted to strangle me to death. At the extreme point, I tightly grasped the silver giant sword with my twisted and spasming palms, and white flames went down along the skin. Jump up and swallow me whole.

Before losing their leader, the Inhumans of Attilan, known as the Rebirth Sect, had not fallen into chaos.

Domestic garbage, industrial waste and other filth have accumulated there for thousands of years on the lower deck and production deck.It was close to the Star Castle engine, and the engine cooling channel that was still in operation provided the outside with shelter from the heat of the dark side of the moon, but the smell of fermented sludge made the air outside nauseating.

Hot, small, chaotic, crazy things are constantly squeezing my soul.

The structure of that organization has been running smoothly for thousands of years since the arrival of Mark Cadbury. Although it is just a branch of the sect that was suppressed and strangled within the Kwai Empire, the Attilan alien race that inherited the culture of the Kwai Empire still retains its The organizational structure is relatively broken, and these etheric creatures who walked out of the portal originally cared about the so-called sect organization. They came to the material universe only to satisfy their most primitive desires, and the rebirth sect only used those so-called "angels" to The purpose was achieved, so Mark Cadbury's disappearance did not have much impact.Following the male priest, many core believers, including priests, walked up the ancient star fort stairs.

Mark Dong Zhuxin collapsed outside the mud happily.

Even though there was dim light around me, my eyes, mutated by the etheric energy, could still see clearly the special runes that appeared under my skin, like herpes.The profound runes were like scars left under the skin and muscles, stitching my crushed skin, muscles and bones together bit by bit.

"You are about to step onto the road to ascension." The male priest Fei Lier announced in a low voice, "You are about to step into the Kingdom of God!" Mark Cadbury dragged his silver giant sword and stumbled down the dirty bottom deck.