Marvel World New Magneto

London is a great city. As the center of the former world empire, its splendor is built on the darkness as heavy as a mountain. When people come here, they are often confused by its prosperous appearance, but rarely notice its underground. A story that is often overlooked in the depths.

Like this remote corner.

The designers of the subway were born in the [-]th century, a time when even the British Empire itself was not rock-solid.For the sake of safety, the founders of the subway deliberately preset the entrance to the underground tunnel here. It usually looks like a sewer channel. In the event of a full-scale war, it will become a refuge for citizens.But over time, something deeply embarrassing to the visionary designers happened: it became a sinful abyss.Due to the ingenious design, several pillars separated the flow of people outside, and their sturdy bodies blocked the lights on the platform. The dimness became the best shelter. Even if there were people coming and going from ten feet away, the place was still there. It has become a blind spot on the subway platform.

Generally speaking, people passing by will avoid this place subconsciously. Occasionally, there are people here, so there are nine out of ten transactions with some kind of risk factor that are going on in secret—maybe some powdered substances. , maybe some cute stuff that makes a lot of noise.Today, though, a group of strangers occupied it, and they just wanted to vent.

Eric walked slowly on the platform, passing through the waiting crowd to the place where the group disappeared.As soon as I approached, I heard a series of crisp slaps and gasping scolding, and at the same time, the tearing of fabrics and vague begging sounds were endless. It seemed that these impatient rookies were very happy.

Of course they have reasons to do this. As the people chosen by the Lord God, just like the favored sons of heaven, since they have endured a great shock and received their due rewards, how about venting occasionally in the process of completing the task—— -- That's what a rookie with no future usually thinks.They only need to be responsible for their own desires and desires, they don't need to spend too much time thinking, and after a few worlds, they will find themselves out of date due to lack of long-term planning, and then in despair disuse.

Just like the life of the losers in reality, there must be a reason for the fading life.

They weren't mutant students, and Eric wasn't going to remind the gang, he just wanted to make sure the plan wasn't disrupted.With a few coins in his hand, he juggled it between his fingers like a juggler, walking into the corner at an unhurried pace.

It was dark in the corner, but it couldn't block Eric's sight. Through magnetic field vision, he had already obtained the information he wanted.There were seven South Asians here, all of the same race, maybe relatives, because they all had weather-beaten dark complexions, the same dense wrinkles carved by knives, and the rather sinister-looking inverted triangle eyes.

If there is a really close relationship between them, it's not surprising. The main god space is full of surprises. Eric once saw a group of quintuplets. They died in a plane crash in their own world. Their parents were also together, that is Such a small team, due to the unbreakable blood ties and feelings between their relatives, accomplished many feats that the reincarnators with better individual qualities could not do.In their sinister adventure, they almost came to the end.

Therefore, facing such a team, even if they are rookies, Eric should be careful, not to mention that he is no longer the powerful reincarnator in the past.

"You screamed, you screamed, and no one came to save you." The South Asian man, Seiji, rode on his soft body, pulled the hair of the white woman who was forcibly dragged over by them, and smiled meanly.

Thanks to the blessing of the Lord God, the indigenous South Asian dialect was automatically converted into an intelligible language, but this sentence seems familiar... Eric touched his nose, unsure whether he should jump out and call himself "broken throat", or " nobody".

Before he could think about whether to do it or not, the rookies finally found him vigilantly, and they shouted at him.

"Who?" was accompanied by a string of swear words, which Eric automatically filtered out.

"Passing by." He thought for a while, and then added: "Soy sauce."

It is difficult for South Asians to understand the subtleties of this sentence, but it does not matter. After two struggles, their bodies have been initially strengthened, and they are equipped with protective clothing, which can resist the damage of small-caliber police pistols, and their combat effectiveness is far Super ordinary people, which makes their confidence skyrocket.From their point of view, there are no powerful individuals in this plot world other than the two forces. The other party came alone and didn't need to care at all, so they just walked over to two people cursing.

This is one old and one young. The old face has a fierce look, and the young face is much more tender. He approached Eric and saw Eric's face from the light from the side. Suddenly his body shook, and he hesitated to stop. Step down.

The old Nanya man was very alert, and secretly stretched his hand to his waist, but a big smile appeared on his face, and his expression of choosing someone to swallow instantly turned into a gentle drizzle, and then he bent down and saluted with one hand.

Eric's attitude is also very kind. In fact, when he smiles, he is absolutely harmless to humans and animals. His eyes are slightly squinted and his nose is slightly wrinkled, which makes people feel very approachable at first glance. Something is wrong.

The smile eased the atmosphere, and the old Nanya seemed to be relieved. He secretly hid the knife behind him and was about to speak when a sharp metal thorn penetrated between his eyebrows.

This process was clearly seen by the young South Asian next to him. He watched helplessly as the coin in Eric's hand melted like a liquid and suddenly changed shape, from a round and lovely metal ball to a sharp-edged weapon. A soft sound of "puff" penetrated the companion's forehead.

The young man froze. He watched Eric calmly draw a sharp sword from his companion's head and smiled at him, his white teeth exposed. Only then did he feel the icy coldness beneath the gentle smile, a strong shock Let him lose his soul, leaning back against the wall motionless, like a frog being stared at by natural enemies, completely giving up resistance.

The man whose forehead was pierced hadn't fallen yet. The knife in his hand had been waved by Eric, and at the same time he threw it hard. people.The man was holding the two plump ones in both hands and rubbing them hard, when suddenly a long thorn appeared from his grinning mouth, and blood flowed down the long thorn from his mouth, stunned his companion.

The South Asian who was pierced by the sharpness still had a weird smile on his face, and his body drooped softly under the eyes of his companions, pressing down on the white woman who was beaten by the thugs and bleeding from the nose and mouth. scared them out.

This blow was like a bucket of cold water pouring down on the head, and the fascinated South Asian samsara was completely awakened. They got up in a hurry. Some people rushed to get weapons, while others raced against time to put on the removed protective clothing.

Eric targets those who are fully equipped, and he wants to take advantage of this moment to incapacitate the most menacing.If it is ordinary people such as Stryker, they can temporarily eliminate the obstacles by manipulating the magnetic force to shake the trace elements in their bodies, but this kind of trick will lose its effect on the powerful, even the lowest level in front of them. The reincarnators, they also surpassed ordinary people by too much.With Eric's current strength, a straightforward raid would be most effective against such a guy.

A South Asian man who had reacted took the lead in waving a knife and rushed over. He was regretting not being able to squeeze in front to play with the woman just now, but now he was filled with joy and rushed forward without thinking.In his opinion, it should not be difficult to deal with Eric, but unfortunately he will never know that the stranger who appeared in the plot world in front of him would actually be a clearer of the main god game.

Even if he no longer possesses the power bestowed by the Lord God, Eric's experience and reaction are not comparable to those of a rookie who has only gone through a few adventures.In this life-and-death battle, he just waved his hand to take his opponent's life.

The knife taken from the old Nanya suddenly became thinner and elongated, and the body that rushed towards the opponent was only slightly sent. The man seemed to automatically bring his throat close, the blade easily inserted into the neck, and cut through the dark color. The skin and the pale fat layer cut off the arteries, and the black-red blood spurted out like a fountain immediately under the pressure of the body.

After the puncture, the thin blade retracted, and Eric put his hand on the wound of the first person who rushed forward, pushing him and hitting the second person who rushed behind him, causing him to lose his balance, and then another blow, The blade passed through the gap in the sternum, cutting his heart in half.

In just a few seconds, three people were dead, and one was shivering softly against the wall, and Eric turned his back to the man, as if he didn't exist.He didn't use any martial arts, nor did he have any special mysteries. He just used his abilities and seized the opportunity to achieve the greatest results in one fell swoop.Of the remaining three people, two only wore protective clothing, and the other held a gun in one hand. Although the number was still dominant and they had firearms, they were pale and cowered and stayed where they were, destroying innocent women. The rage of time disappeared completely.

Eric let go of his hand and let the corpse with its throat pierced fall to the ground. He had just strangled the man, and his hands were covered in blood.The red and black liquid also had a warm body temperature and felt slightly viscous. Under the action of gravity, the blood kept dripping down the fingertips.

This familiar touch evoked his memory, and Eric suddenly shuddered. This was not fear, but the excitement from the depths of his memory. The death of these South Asians made the heart of the most terrifying reincarnator in the main god space beat again. up.Sniffing the red blood on his hands, Eric couldn't help feeling intoxicated, and the joy that dominated life and death filled his soul.

This kind of happiness bloomed at the corners of Eric's mouth, like the smile on the face of the terrifying demon king, which stifled the hearts of the survivors invisibly, and the chill that emerged from the depths of the spinal cord froze them instantly, causing their faces to collapse. The corpses that died on the ground were even paler, and the equipment next to them seemed to be readily available, but their courage to even bend over to pick them up disappeared.

Putting down his bloody hand, Eric let himself withdraw from the excitement, which was the aftermath of constant adventure and struggle, and he didn't want to lose himself in a momentary intoxication.There are too many people who can't control themselves on the way to the final gate. No matter if they were once famous or outstanding, the real winner will always be their own master. Even if their ability declines due to new life, he can easily Destroy these captives of desire.

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