Druid in Marvel

Al released a wild hellfire at Norman Osborn's surprised eyes, burning the dozens of lycanthropes in front of him to ashes in a few seconds. ≦See the latest≧≦ chapters≧≦Baidu≧ ≦Search≧ ≦≧

Looking back at the dumbfounded Norman Osborn standing behind him, Al said with a proud smile: "You see, I am actually a druid and occasionally a magician."

Norman Osborn felt the frightened reaction of the "Green Goblin" and said with a wry smile: "I have imagined you to be the most powerful, but now it seems that I still underestimate you!"

Al shrugged and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, we are friends! When I make friends, it has nothing to do with his strength, because he is not as powerful as me anyway!"

Norman Osborne smiled bitterly and nodded, agreeing with Al's words. Thinking of all the ways he had shown off in front of Al, Norman felt his old face getting slightly hot.

It turns out that the reason for Al's previous admiration and dumbfoundedness was not at all because of his own strength. He is playing with me!

In fact, Norman Osborn wanted to cross over. Al was stunned before because he was powerful, handsome, cool and powerful.

That kind of cool and unrestrained appearance combined with the Saint Seiya attire made Al envious! It doesn't matter whether you are strong or not, what matters is~~~

"Where the hell are you? I can't stand it anymore!"

Stark's roar came from the radio along with the sounds of fierce battle, relieving Norman Osborn's slight embarrassment.

Al and Norman Osborn looked at each other and rushed towards the busiest part of the factory together. Stark couldn't hold it anymore. It looked like the problem was serious!

When Al and Norman Osborne arrived, they discovered that things were indeed very bad.

Stark got into a fight with Dr. Connors, a large lizard that seemed to have grown several times larger.

There are also several lycanthropes that are much more advanced than what they encountered before and are surrounding Stark.

They feel like they have been mixed with the genes of prehistoric dinosaurs. They have fine teeth in their mouths and only two triangular holes in their noses.

The thick legs have three thick joints, the lower one is an anti-joint connected to the lizard's claws, providing them with extremely fast speed and jumping. The hands and feet of these ugly lycanthropes have sharp claws like knives, and their bodies are covered with yellow-brown scales.

These monster lycanthropes are extremely agile and have the ability to work as a team. Stark, who struggled with the big lizards, would be scratched by these things from time to time.

Logically speaking, Stark would not be in such a mess, but along the wall there was a row of iron cages more than two meters high, containing about four to five hundred ordinary people. Judging from the clothes, there were stowaways, homeless people, and actually dozens of children wearing the same school uniform.

This is the reason why Stark has so much trouble. All the weapons he has need to be used with caution. Every time he gets the upper hand in a fight with the big lizard, those sneaky lycanthropes will attack the people in the cage, attracting Star. Ke turned around to rescue.

The steel suit has strong straight-line sprinting capabilities and a variety of powerful weapons, but in this relatively small environment, the steel suit cannot give full play to its speed and firepower advantages. Stark's steel suit, which lacks the ability to maneuver, is not very suitable here!

When Al arrived, he saw a lycanthrope tearing a man's throat apart and howling provocatively at Stark. Its move caused Stark to roar angrily, wanting to let go of the big lizard that was downwind and turn around to rescue the people in the cage.

When Al saw the tragic situation in the cage and Stark's mottled steel suit, he felt that the anger in his heart was about to ignite himself.

At this time, Stark was like a warrior in a dilemma, with a dangerous lizard on one side and hundreds of lives on the other. Stark, who has scruples, can only struggle with these damn things tirelessly, hoping to save a few more lives.

"Norman, go help Stark catch that big lizard, and I'll chop up these bastards! Remember to capture them alive. I'm going to chop up that bastard alive later!"

Waving the heavy double-edged battle ax in his hand, the angry Al roared loudly, summoning two blood-red "crazy wolves" with a shoulder height of over 1.8 meters, and rushed towards the cunning and cruel lycanthropes.

"Crazy Wolf" is a super hunter that is bigger than a horse. Although a dozen strange-looking lycanthropes were extremely agile and ferocious in temperament, they were still torn to pieces by the swift "Crazy Wolf" in the first round of contact. Three. Blood and internal organs were scattered all over the floor!

Al's shoulders were steady, like a charging football tight end. He held a tomahawk in both hands and slashed violently. He grinned and slashed a lycanthrope that was coming towards him diagonally in half.

Immediately afterwards, Al made a fierce shoulder thrust without stopping, and the huge impact knocked a lycanthrope so hard that his chest was pressed against his back and it hit the concrete floor with a "chirp" sound.

Due to the huge pressure shift in the body, this lycanthrope squeezed out a disgusting and huge bulge in the skin where the neck and chest were connected.

Al looked at the other lycanthropes who were obviously conscious with a grin. He stepped on the strange bulge with his foot, and suddenly messy internal blood spurted out, hitting Al's body with a crackling sound.

Al slammed the double-edged battle ax to the ground and commanded the two "crazy wolves" to guard the cage.

With his hands free, he yelled wildly at the lycanthropes who were sneaking around and wanted to capture a few hostages, "E on! Come to me!"

Several lycanthropes checked the size of "Crazy Wolf" and Al, looked at each other, and quickly dispersed and surrounded Al.

They clearly felt that Al should be an important person. Having been entangled with Stark before, they did not think of escaping. After all, they were still standing in the wind, and the underground passage was blown up by Stark.

The current situation seems that if they don't capture a hostage, it is impossible for them to escape.

Compared to the two giant wolves that appeared out of nowhere, they tore their accomplices into pieces like pieces of paper. Al, whose body shape is within the normal range, is obviously easier to deal with.

Stark, who was shocked by Al's arrival, hit the big lizard's eyes with an angry iron fist without hesitation, blowing one of his eyes open and letting out a shrill scream.

Stark savagely grabbed the big lizard's bad-looking eye sockets, and while hammering the big lizard's head hard, he yelled at Al, "Kill them, these things are damn beasts."

Norman Osborn swung his sword and pierced the belly of the big lizard with one sword, then stirred it cruelly and shouted loudly: "Focus on Stark! Let us subdue it first!"

As soon as Norman Osborn finished speaking, Stark was caught by the struggling lizard and flew out, hitting a lycanthrope right next to him.

The lycanthrope thought he had an advantage, and happily waved his claws at Stark. As a result, the angry Stark punched him in the jaw, screaming and spitting out dozens of teeth, and flew up.

Stark looked at the direction, then confidently opened the mini-cannon on his shoulder, happily beating the unlucky guy into pieces. Then he pounced ferociously towards the big lizard again. The battle in the past ten minutes really made him choke and feel very uncomfortable!

Al had his hands free, bent down slightly, and looked at the several lycanthropes surrounding him. He felt that his heart was burning. The unbridled slaughter of human beings by these inhuman and ghost things made Al really angry.

Killing them with an ax is too gentle, they need to be treated more violently.

Facing the lycanthrope that surrounded him in a fan shape and slowly approached, Al bent down, raised his chin slightly, let out an angry roar at the one in front of him, and rushed forward.

Al's own strength plus the powerful amplification of "violence" made him like a black lightning. The lycanthrope didn't even have time to roar. Al grabbed his neck and hit his lower body with a violent knee.

The lycanthrope only had time to let out a changed inhale sound, covering its lower body with both hands and about to collapse, but the angry Al grabbed its neck with one hand and its thigh with the other, pulling the crouched lycanthrope straight again. .

Then he roared and lifted him up, and squatted down violently, causing the unfortunate lycanthrope's spine to hit his knees, forming a tragic reverse V!

A brave lycanthrope jumped from behind Al when Al was torturing his accomplices.

The knife-like claws crisscrossed Al's neck and scratched it many times, but they couldn't break through the "violent" defense at all.

Feeling the attack from behind, the half-kneeling Al grabbed the lycanthrope's calf with his backhand and pulled it forward, then turned around and pounced, kneeling heavily between the legs of the lying lycanthrope. .

The unlucky lycanthrope lost its voice in pain for a moment, and its waist seemed to be equipped with a spring, which bounced up half of its body. That ugly face covered with scales just caught Al's heavy punch.

"Volume" thoughtfully transformed Al's fist into a terrifying "finger tiger", and when Al's heavy punch hit the bridge of the lycanthrope's nose, it made a terrible explosion, tearing the lycanthrope's jaws together with its The nose punched into its brain.

The two lycanthropes ignored the tragic experience of their accomplices and pounced on them desperately. They know very well that the situation of the big lizard is not good, and they have no chance if they don't fight hard at this time.

Al punched the chest of the "faceless" lycanthrope in front of him into a deflated rubber ball.

Just as he was about to raise his left hand to smash its head, he was hugged by a lycanthrope who rushed towards him, scratching at Al's body with his knife-like claws.

Al ignored the lycanthrope, which was fighting like a shrew, and swung his right arm with a grin. The elbow was "violently" transformed into a half-foot-long "shovel"-shaped thrust, and he swung it backwards.

Another lycanthrope who rushed at him just met the foul elbow with his face, and one-third of his ugly head was cut off by Al's ferocious elbow. The splattered brains and blood sprayed all over the faces of its accomplices.

The lycanthrope holding Al's arm fearfully let go of Al's arm and tried to turn around and escape, but he couldn't make it in time.

Al, who had been half-kneeling, twisted his waist and grabbed the lycanthrope's calf, swung it as a weapon, and smashed it at a lycanthrope not far away who was grinning and trying to charge forward.

Faced with Al's attack, the lycanthrope tried to catch his companion without overestimating his capabilities. However, he did not expect that his companion collided with him with the force that it could not resist, and made a dull "bang" sound. Loud noise.

With this loud noise, the two lycanthropes' busts were like watermelons that collided with each other and exploded together, with pieces of meat and blood flying everywhere.

Al's horrific performance shocked the lycanthropes and the hostages in the cage, and most of them did not dare to look at the tragic battle scene.

A little lolita wearing a school uniform, about seven or eight years old and wearing a purple rebellious wig, clenched her hands on her chest and murmured to herself: "It's amazing! It's really amazing!"

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