Elden Gulong in American comics

On that bad night, Ms. Ashley, the director of public relations, was pulled out of bed by a phone call and rushed to Walter's company without stopping.

As soon as she arrived at the company, she saw Vice President Madeleine say in a helpless tone: "Another hero died and was killed."

"How many?" Ashley is not surprised at all. There are many such things. Every year, a few heroes are killed because of various things, or because of carelessness, or because they are small. Look at the power of thermal weapons.

Every once in a while, though, it's been a test for Ashley's hair, and the head of public relations has removed an untold number of hairs due to the heroes' poor personal parallelism.

"Phew, that's great." Ashley held the document and cheered, "The murderer was brought to justice. There are not many irrelevant people present, and the most important thing is that there are no first-rate heroes."

Ashley was sitting on the sofa, swipe across the photo of the rubber man, she saw that this guy had been upset for a long time, he was outspoken, he caused too much trouble for her department, now that he died, he solved a lot of problems trouble.

"During this period of time, the heroes formed a team and changed from the original two-person team to a three-person team, and reported on time." Medellin wrote something on the paper with a pen, then raised his head and said to Ashley: "You It should be clear what to say."

"Of course, in order to ensure the safety of the people, we will increase the number of patrols, and the memorial service for these dead heroes will begin soon." Ashley stood up. She was already very skilled in handling such things, and only a few Hours later, the truth will be veiled behind public opinion.

No one cares whether those heroes care about justice, and no one cares what those heroes are doing before they die. They just need to donate their money and tears, so that Walter Company can make a lot of money from it.

On the other side, Butch returned to French's safe house. The gifted French was lying on the sofa listening to the best French songs. Watching Butch return, he asked strangely, "Where's the crazy boy?"

"Dead, killed by the people of the motherland." Butch said without raising his head, turned and entered the room, Frankie on the sofa shook his head: "I said that kid will die sooner or later..."

Butch was lying on the bed, Huey's face was lingering in his mind, and the other party's spirit was a little bit wrong, even if he had experienced bad things, such a violent emotional change was extremely rare.

Thinking of this, Butch turned his wrist, and a red spot of light emerged from his palm. Looking at the slowly floating spot of light, Butch fell into deep thought.

"Perhaps my spirit has also been affected," Butch muttered to himself, and immediately retracted the light spot: "But what does it matter, as long as the truth can be found out..."

Butch is a very utilitarian person. To him, there are only differences in means, not justice or evil. Therefore, Huey's death hardly caused much disturbance in his heart. When he closed his eyes, he fell asleep again. .

Just like the previous few days, when Butch opened his eyes, he saw the familiar round table hall. As before, the firewood was crackling in the fireplace, but Butch couldn't feel any heat.

Unlike Huey, Butch has always kept a respectful distance from such things that he doesn't understand. Just as he was about to leave, he heard the knight next to him say: "With the increase of the blessed, a new part of the hall has been opened. Go take a look, maybe you can gain something."

As soon as he finished speaking, Butch stopped. After hesitating for a moment, Butch carefully walked around the knight and walked towards the passage beside the round table hall.

The original hall was just a regular circle, and it seemed that several passages that existed were blocked by fog doors. Now, one of the passages has been opened.

Butch walked towards it and saw a strange statue, the subject part was a young girl, and the white gauze wrapped the girl from head to toe, with a mysterious beauty.

And behind the girl, there is a monster that Butch has never seen before. The body of the monster carved out of marble occupies the entire room, extending from in front of Butch to the ceiling, with four wings and four legs. Weird dragon.

The giant dragon curled up next to the girl, one person and one dragon clinging to each other, and a long spear was inserted in front of the statue, with a red light shining on it.

"Looks like this is it, a statue?"

Butch looked at the sculpture in front of him strangely, and took a step forward, only to find some writing on the ground: "Blessed ones, fight and grow."

The handwriting is very gorgeous, spreading on the floor tiles, exuding a faint white light. Under Butch's gaze, the handwriting keeps appearing: "Do you gain strength by fighting to the death, or gain experience by practicing moves?"

"Fight to the death?" Butch said to himself, but found that the handwriting on the ground changed:

"Mode selected, ready to start!"

"Hey, wait, I haven't…"

Just as Butch was about to speak, his body disappeared in front of the sculpture the next moment, and appeared in the next arena.

The arena is desolate, and there are no spectators in the stands. On Butch's right hand side, there is a weapon rack. The weapons on it look very heavy, which is a bit outrageous. Butch picked up a one-handed sword casually. It is one of the few weapons that he can play with.

He didn't want to take a heavy weapon and be dragged down to death by the clunky weapon.

After playing with swords and flowers casually, Butch heard footsteps in the distance, and immediately became alert. A red figure appeared from the opposite side.

The figure looked like a man, his face was covered by red light, and he couldn't see what he looked like. Butch opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

The opponent was holding a heavy hammer, and the right hand holding the hammer swelled abnormally. Butch judged that the strength of the opponent was absolutely extraordinary in just an instant.

The two looked at each other, and neither of them made a move immediately. Butch had beads of sweat on his forehead. At this moment, the incomparably real feeling told him that all this was true. If he died here, everything would be over. .

Finally, in this oppressive atmosphere, the man on the opposite side made a move, and the heavy hammer in his hand smashed towards Butch from top to bottom.

Butch dodged this powerful blow. The opponent's ability was somewhat similar to Huey's. The heavy hammer looked like a small wooden stick in the man's hand, and he could swing it with ease. .

"It's a lot of power, but the flaw is still too big."

Butch rushed towards the man's left hand. Due to the excessive expansion of his right arm, the man's body was close to the edge of imbalance.

The next moment, Butch approached from the left side of the man, and slashed at the other man's neck with a knife. Blood splashed everywhere, and the man fell down, while a light spot flew out of the man's body and flowed out of Butch's body.

A complete feeling appeared in Butch, and he couldn't help crying out:

"Ah, wow, now I know why that boy Huey is crazy."