The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

On the flat asphalt road in the countryside, Natasha leaned down and twisted the accelerator in her hand.

The hum of the motorcycle was loud, mixed with the sound of the surrounding wind, making it difficult for her to hear even the slightest movement.

But suddenly!

The mountains shook and the ground shook, and roars seemed to come from the mountains.

The huge mountain roar even caused a burst of thunder. Fortunately, it all came and went quickly.

"Zizizizizi..."

The Harley motorcycle flicked, but under Natasha's exquisite control, the motorcycle did not fall to the ground.

Long black tire skid marks appeared, and there was a burning smell on the ground.

Natasha parked the car and looked back at the back of the mountain.

As far as the eye can see, looking far away, it seems that the peaceful and beautiful Elm Street can be seen through the mountain.

"The explosion? Was it caused by the monster? Or was it an accident?"

Natasha raised her phone and dialed Fury's number after hesitation.

"Dudududu..."

"I hope you weren't so crazy at the bar that you thought about calling me at [-]:[-] in the morning!" Fury's voice always had a sense of joy.

Natasha took a few deep breaths and then said: "Klein in your Avengers Project is also on Elm Street, and now there is a huge explosion on Elm Street."

Natasha is an excellent agent. She knows that the best report is to state the objective facts. She does not need to say anything about specific decisions. Fury will make his own judgment.

"Leave, those weirdos from the 'EPA' are here."

"Yes..."

Natasha didn't hesitate at all. When the hot wind blew behind her, she got on the motorcycle and drove towards the distance.

In New York, in a high-end villa area, Fury got up from the bed.

His complexion was already dark, and now he looked even gloomier after receiving the call.

"There are more and more traces of aliens, and the number of terrorist attacks is also increasing day by day. High technology, strange magic, witchcraft...

Are there no normal people in this damn society?If this continues, New York will become Gotham soon! "

Fury pulled out the "Avengers Plan" from the drawer, and the front page was Tony Stark's personal information.

"Tony Stark, a rich second-generation man with an arrogant and domineering personality and a top-notch high IQ. A team needs such an intellect, and we at SHIELD also need technical support from you..."

The second page is Captain America.

Fury looked at Captain America's information, shook his head and said, "I'll talk to you about the Avengers project after you learn how to pay with your mobile phone..."

The third page turned out to be "Klein".

"Tony, who hasn't grown up yet, has a talent for magic, and has some space skills, and can take out many strange equipment... He has strong personal strength and is an excellent immediate combat power...

The important thing is that this guy is also a rich man. With him and Tony, this team doesn't need to worry about its own funds..."

Fury picked up the phone and put it down after hesitating for a few seconds.

"It took me a lot of effort to get your school to choose these two places as tourist spots. I have observed your performance along the way... Your performance is very good. Come on and survive..."

..........

A few hours ago, the female teacher Cersei flipped through her phone, sent the last secretly filmed video to Fury, and then fell into an uncontrollable sleep.

Originally, the signal here was interfered with, but after SHIELD's signal booster and her privately entered the town's control center, hacked into the equipment, and sent out the signal at a special frequency.

Fury was equivalent to watching the battle between Klein and Freddy remotely.

It's just the final factory battle that I can't see.

If you use satellite equipment to observe, you will find that the entire town is filled with a dense fog and is filled with a special electromagnetic field.

.......

Klein looked at the factory in front of him. Among the flames, Freddy's figure gradually became illusory.

"I heard from residents in the town that you were burned to death by flames? Were you wearing a metal claw sheath for cutting leather? The fusion of skin and metal must be very painful, right?" Klein asked with concern.

"I'm going to put my hand in your mouth and crush your brain!" Freddy became angry, moved his body, and raised his hand to attack Klein.

Freddy, who was extremely fast, actually left the factory on his own initiative.

The translucent body was a little psychedelic in the firelight.

The sharp claws were raised, and Freddy looked ferocious.

"Om!!"

Klein's entire left arm was covered with the head of a Western dragon. The head opened its eyes slightly, and Klein waved his arm.

A huge force was drawn out directly, hitting Freddy without missing a beat.

His body became more and more unreal, and Klein sneered: "The more I look at you, the more familiar you look, and the more disgusting I look at you!"

Klein waved his hand, and the dragon's head on his arm swelled in the wind, becoming more than four meters long in an instant.

Like a huge soft whip, it seemed soft and smooth, but it tightened instantly when it opened its mouth to bite Freddy! !

"Giggle cluck!"

There was a sound similar to that of broken bones.

Klein thought, a ball of orange and yellow gathered in Longtou's mouth, and a buzzing sound sounded.

"boom!!"

Dragon's breath spurted out from his throat, and Freddy, who was bitten in the mouth, kept struggling.

"Quiet!" Klein shouted, slamming the faucet's head down.

Freddy was also shocked to pieces. The dragon's breath was cast almost at zero distance. Freddy was bathed in the flames of dragon magic. His spiritual body's skin was constantly scorched black and then brittle.

"You can't kill me. Even if you... destroy the factory... the people on Elm Street will still remember me... If I have fear, I will regenerate!!"

Klein controlled the faucet to bite Freddy. He spoke calmly and said to Freddy: "I didn't say I wanted to kill you..."

"What? Are you going to let me go?"

"You are so cute. This world is not black and white. Not killing you does not mean letting you go. There is also an in-between behavior. It is called refining in the East, and it is called death detention here. .”

"No no no!!"

Klein laughed and threw Freddy high into the air.

Such a spirit may seem fragile, but is actually extremely resistant to beatings.

He had used so much explosives and gasoline, but now it only destroyed his factory and weakened his spiritual body.

As long as there is fear, it will regenerate.

"I learned how to use ashes to create undead souls at the Junction. Your remains are not in the Elm Street Cemetery, nor are they in your home. I suspect they are..."

Klein dodged into the factory where the firelight remained.

With a wave of his hand, a big hole opened in the ground, and under the cement layer, the remains of a blackened skeleton appeared in front of him.

"Actually, I don't necessarily need your bones. Some skin and flesh will do. I didn't expect that your bones are complete!"

Freddy plummeted to the ground.

Klein pulled out a parchment scroll, waved his staff with the other hand, and used gravity magic.

The bones were directly crushed into dregs and powder.

Klein used the staff as a pen and the parchment as a painting, and Freddy's shadow continued to flash on the scroll.

Freddy was weaker than ever at this moment, and he was unable to resist Klein's forced "recruitment".

"You... are actually a necromancer!"