When Valoran meets the hero of American comics

"Whoosh-"

Under the guidance of his spirit, the fireball condensed in the palm of his left hand quickly shot towards the Black Scorpion Armor, making a sharp explosion sound.Mobile terminal m..

The fire was dazzling, but it was quickly absorbed by the huge energy ball that could not be seen inside. It seemed to have a huge appetite and could devour and assimilate all energy attributes.

"Ghost Walk" requires consciousness to be at the same frequency, so it can only be blessed on oneself. Other means are of no help in preventing the Hulk's consciousness from devouring Ivan Vanke.

"Jin, do you have any idea?"

The sudden spiritual inquiry caused the artist's carving movements to stagnate slightly. However, due to his high degree of control over his body, he corrected his posture in time without causing any flaws to the artwork in front of him.

"Boss, being proficient in magic is not the same as being good at manipulating consciousness and dissociating souls, especially what I am proficient in is some branches of enchantment."

Consciously answering Ivan's question, the "Fortune Master" stopped moving his hands.

Although he is confident that the communication with his boss will not interfere with the ongoing artistic creation, he is still unwilling to be distracted for a moment in the process of constructing the work.

"There are no mistakes" is what only decadent and ignorant craftsmen would say. Real artists create works that can touch people's hearts, and the creative process requires full devotion, a pious heart and a pure soul!

Seeing the other party stop and turn away, the desire to survive made the "work" struggle desperately.

He was very frightened, just like the "meat pigs" he had tricked into going to the operating table and having their organs cut out for sale.

But at this time, he no longer had the same interest in standing next to their bloody bodies before they turned into corpses, reciting the Bible, and his mind was filled with pain and regret.

He thought of the real priest of this church who he killed, a kind old man who always smiled and was also his uncle.

I remembered the holy words that he had always pretended to recite, but never thought about the truth contained in them.

I thought of the homeless people whose organs were dissected alive and the unlucky ones who were kidnapped, their desperate faces, and the wailing and cursing before they died.

He regretted it, really regretted it.

However, his remorse and tears did not arouse the sympathy of the masked man.

The other party described his beauty in a high-spirited tone, praising the sublimation and touch he would bring to people, completely ignoring the pleading, abuse, curses, and honest and sincere confessions coming out of his mouth.

"You will become an angel, a dazzling flesh-winged lotus!"

The masked man said so and did so.

Those of his men, the guys involved in his "business", have now become the audience of this show, the devout believers of "Angels".

Everyone knelt down under the square platform, holding their hands in front of them, with blood and tears on their faces, as if they were offering something to the angel who was coming to the dust.

In their joined hands were placed the organs dissected from their own chests. They were pious gifts and atonements for their sinful lives.

Yes, the masked man took care of them first, because someone had to pray and offer sacrifices before the angels could descend to the mortal world.

The blood flowed down between the fingers, dripped to the ground, gathered together, and overflowed the entire church.

The enchanting scene is so mesmerizingly beautiful.

But he doesn’t want to be bullshit “beautiful” and the “work” in that lunatic’s mouth!

He still has more than $800 million in his bank account, he still has three properties in Brooklyn neighborhoods, he has five lovers, he has no children, and he... wants to survive!

Unfortunately, the person in front of him seemed to be the most hard-hearted person he had ever seen.

Begging, tempting, confessing, threatening, all words are like a breeze blowing on her face.

The other party held the carving knife like this, gently slicing his skin, picking out his tendons, and playing with his blood vessels, maintaining his vitality and keen body perception.

My throat was hoarse and my tears were dry.

He was desperate and resigned to his fate. The masked man's magnanimity and enthusiasm made him feel like he was seeing Michelangelo holding a hammer and chisel.

However, at this time, the other party stopped and left here.

He didn't care to think about the reason. His body was struggling desperately with the support of the desire to survive, trying to escape from this hell-like desperate situation.

Even with the obstruction of the wall, Jhin could still feel the behavior of the "work", but he didn't pay attention because it was not just the ropes that bound the opponent, but also magic.

What's more, the struggle, although futile, can make his works more vivid.

The final despair brought about by successive hopes is the most touching thing. Jhin believes that when this work is completely perfect, anyone who sees him will shed tears.

Thinking like this, he couldn't wait to realize his new inspiration, but before that, he needed to solve his boss's request for help.

"Boss, are you sure this will work?"

Magic power surged through Jin's body and dissipated into the dark void.

Feeling the magic power of the "Fortune Master" from across the air, Yi took a distressed look at the rapidly decreasing legend value on the panel, and took out an item he had won through a lottery from his "backpack".

It was a ball of starlight that felt like cotton candy.

"if not?"

Just as he was about to stir it up, Jhin's inquiry came over telepathically, and Yi replied angrily, covering up her inner uneasiness and entanglement.

"Let a dead horse be a living horse doctor!"

After cheering himself up, Yi poured the magic power from Jin's blessing into the starlight cluster in his hand, using it as a medium to activate the power within it.

Olaf brought Yi a lot of legendary values, most of which were used for lottery draws.

In addition to the extracted knowledge manuscripts and some technical drawings, there are also some props whose functions are unclear, and the Starlight Cluster is one of them.

Both Jhin and Wei have explored it, but they have not been able to tell clearly what it is and what effect it has. The only conclusion that can be drawn is - "It contains the power to make people peaceful."

peaceful?

Do you know about the storm?

Of course, Yi was not satisfied with such a vague answer, but since the two employees under him were not good at appraisal, he had no choice but to put it in his backpack for later.

As for Olaf, who is traveling at public expense, I think his appraisal level may not be as good as mine!

Moreover, after the telepathy was connected, it was always in a unilateral disconnection state such as "kill" and "happy". Yi, who came and went, had no hope. He was left to stay in hell and was entertained by the "hospitable" Mr. Mephisto. .

However, now this starlight has become Yi's last hope. Although he still doesn't understand its specific effect, Yi has to choose to take a gamble.

He didn't want the Avengers to be dispatched in the future, and Hulk would roll onto the battlefield, with two black and white souls spinning around his body: one was Bruce Banner's consciousness, slowly giving everyone a boost; the other was Ivan Vanke. The consciousness, looking for opportunities to sneak attack Tony anytime and anywhere!

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