Elden Gulong in American comics

Soon, just two days before the Industrial Expo, a new thing detonated the New York social circle.

"In order to let everyone feel the power of the ancient dragon and find out suitable heroes, now everyone can experience the power of the ancient dragon in the headquarters."

In front of the building, the Dragon Witch told a group of reporters that without a doubt, an era where everyone has superpowers is coming.

Eddie Brock held the camera and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was a reporter who had been in the field for a while, but he could only be regarded as a fledgling. Fortunately, he was sent to participate in things related to the Thunder Corps.

"Everyone can come in and visit." The witch held her head high, and Eddie once doubted whether she could see the road ahead from behind the veil, but this kind of careful thought was quickly left behind by him, and he followed the flow of people into the building. .

This building was donated by some bigwigs. It is [-] floors high, and the bottom five floors have been converted into testing grounds for other people to use the power of ancient dragons.

The moment the witch stepped into the building, she disappeared on the edge of the crowd. Several hired staff came with a smile and introduced the structure of the building to the reporters.

Eddie held a tape recorder in his hand, and while recording, he raised the camera to take pictures of the hall.

The layout of the hall is quite simple, with gray and white as the main color, mixed with a little gold, which reminds Eddie of the scales of the giant dragon. A huge ancient dragon's coat of arms is printed on the wall, and red thunder is shining on it.

Obviously the decoration is not gorgeous, but it reveals a sense of oppression that is completely different from modern architecture. Eddie doesn't understand architecture, and he doesn't understand where this sense of oppression comes from. He just followed the staff carefully, watching the other party take Crowds are watching in the hall.

"We can provide a few free trial places for everyone to experience. If other people want to experience, they can go there and pay."

The staff took Eddie and others up to the second floor, where there were small closed rooms. There was a small box on the cabinet in front of the room. The staff opened the box, and inside was a white broken scale.

The scales were only the size of the skull of Eddie's little finger, but he stared at the contents of the box, regretting not bringing an intern over to take pictures for him.

"Clarion Daily, Global Daily, New York Times please..." The staff took out a slip of paper and read out several selected names, among which the two newspapers, Clarion Daily and Eddie's Global Daily, were on the list. Even ranked ahead of many major newspapers.

Eddie took a deep breath and stepped forward, picked up the scales in the box in a trance, red lightning shot out from the scales, and in a burst of numbness, it seemed that something had entered his body.

The staff signaled Eddie to put down the broken scales, opened the door and said to him:

"Okay, sir, you can go in and try it out."

In the words of the staff, Eddie limped into the room. The room was small and looked like a shooting range. The target was placed at the end of the rectangular room, emitting a dark light.

Eddie couldn't wait to close the door, stretched out his hand, and stood in front of the target in a posture that he thought was handsome: "Ha, lightning!"

After a while, there was no change except for the occasional flash of lightning at the fingertips. Then Eddie withdrew his hand in embarrassment, wiped his clothes, coughed twice, and began to change his position and try again.

"Ha, Thunder!"

"Hey, Storm!"

"Thunder gives me strength, I am Xi... no, I am Eddie Brock."

"Makabaka, Waibibabu."

"Huhuhahe, quickly use the nunchaku..."

Eddie changed several different positions, but he couldn't release lightning like that ancient dragon, until he turned his head in embarrassment and saw the guidebook he had skipped.

"Concentrate, lock your attention on one point, and meditate in the pose of the ancient dragon."

On that thin page of the manual, apart from this passage, there was only a sign of the ancient dragon's coat of arms. Eddie closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. Gradually, the lightning flashed in his hand, and then in his gaze , a flash of thunder flashed and hit the black target.

At this moment, at the top of the building, Locke turned into a human form and sat on a recliner, silently feeling the power in his body. One after another, light spots flashed in the building. They were the seeds given by Locke. Roots sprout from within, waiting to turn into sweet fruit.

Prayer is a very mysterious thing. It is not like the magic in some works, which needs to be bestowed by a fixed existence, but more like a manifestation of one's own ideals and beliefs.

The orc priest who taught Locke Longlei to pray once said: "I think that Master Gu Long is very powerful, and I want to be as powerful as Master Gu Long, so I just think about it, and I will thunder."

Hearing this, Locke almost wanted to shave the orc's fur to see if the skin underneath him was green, but his words revealed the essence of prayer and the law, which was about the power of faith.

When countless beliefs and perceptions about Thunder come together in one place, new laws will be born from it.

Therefore, whenever someone uses Dragon Thunder, the seeds given by Locke will get part of their belief in Thunder and the ancient dragon, or belief, these powers will make the seeds stronger, and finally converge into Locke's own law.

"But now, it's still far away." Locke stretched out a finger, and a red light spot appeared on the fingertip. This is what he has acquired during this period of time. There is only a pitiful little bit of belief about Long Lei, but Now, in Locke's breath, the red light spot is expanding a little bit.

"Go on, I want everyone in this world to have superpowers." Locke put away the light spot and said casually. After that, a storm swept across the entire east coast.

The next day, the building was full of people, and people were talking about the previous reports. A young man poked a friend next to him: "How can I let go of this opportunity to acquire superpowers."

"But it's so expensive. It costs a hundred dollars to play for half an hour." My friend curled her lips. Both of them are not well-off, and seeing the price is a bit daunting.

In the next second, a young man in a suit and leather shoes ran to the counter and took out a wad of dollar bills: "One hundred dollars and a half an hour? Give me eight hours first."

Locke watched with a smile as countless people poured into the building, and then walked out of the building with red light spots, and said softly: "We can't win by quality, we can only accumulate quantity first."

Facing the turbulent crowd below, Locke stretched out his hand and made a gesture of toasting:

"Welcome to the Thunder Age, people of Marvel."