Marvel World New Magneto

Leaving the previous era, the slowly flowing Milky Way once again embraces the lonely traveler. Its body stretches across the void like a dream, with neither origin nor end in sight. Slowly passing by, the mind penetrates into it, and a series of images will be triggered immediately. The indiscernible voice sometimes drags on for a long time, like the chant of the priest in the temple, the solemn rhythm contains solemn rhythm, and sometimes it is like countless People gather together to hustle and bustle, and different voices gather together to form an endless frenzy of information, revealing the hidden changes behind the scenes of the times.

There is no difference between matter and energy here, and all existence is between illusion and reality, just like the stars that people see when looking up at the sky at night are only the light emitted by the stars a few light years ago, not the stars. Like the ontology, these images and sounds are just the aftermath left behind by the times. They have long since disappeared on the surface of the material world. Only those who can truly understand their inner world can touch the subtle changes in them through the appearance.

Eric is such a person, and perhaps the only person in the world who can do it.The background different from other people gave him a transcendent status, and the continuous connection after entering the new world gave him a new source of power. Under the joint action of different systems, he finally stood at the current height. Now he is a living miracle, the meeting point of the old main god world and the new world, and no hidden existence can escape his eyes.

Now he was determined to cut off the last shackles, to prevent the cruel old world from extending its tentacles from the other side of the void.

The mind is like a knife, invisible but extremely sharp. What it cuts is not an ordinary thing, but an invisible bond generated from the space of the Lord God. It is also invisible and qualityless. The physical bond was passed on, and with the help of Eric's actions, he unknowingly penetrated into the new material world.If you look back carefully, the former reincarnation can see that the years he passed have left a dark and deep shadow.

This is an invisible aggression. Maybe the chance of escape promised by the Lord God never existed, and it just took advantage of the reincarnated people who left with all their heart.Think of them as seeds that spread out to pollute other worlds.The rejection Eric received was the spontaneous resistance of this world in the face of external threats, but the new world only had hazy instincts, not a certain degree of self-awareness like the mature old world.

In order to avoid falling into the control of the main god again, this meaningless bond must be severed.

When the mind was cut, there was no sound of breaking, and there was no superficial damage. The transparent bond just became darker.The invisible connection between Eric and the main god also weakened.

Cut non-stop.The bond became more and more illusory, and it gradually flickered, as if it might disappear at any time. On the contrary, the power transmitted through the bond became stronger and stronger, filled with boundless darkness and depth. Through this power, he could feel To the other side's raging desire to devour and destroy instincts.

Finally a moment.The bond that connects the two worlds is approaching a critical point, and the great being on the other side of the void can no longer tolerate this offense.It raised its head from the boundless gloom, revealing its true face.

It was an equally grand and bright galaxy, just as magnificent and colorful as the new world here. Wisps of deep red haze flowed slowly, wriggling like living flesh and blood, and countless planes were at the edge of the dark galaxy. Floating and sinking, occasionally a bubble-like plane swells up, and then bursts into a faint drizzle with a soft sound, and the same plane will soon be produced on the spot.

No need to remind, Eric immediately realized that this is the main body of the Lord God, the top of the evolution of the material world, which not only gave birth to endless intelligent beings, but even produced consciousness itself, and it is it who dominates the fate of hundreds of millions of beings in another universe .

But under the beautiful appearance hides an immeasurable danger. It has existed for an unknown amount of time. The existence of the old world is coming to an end. The dark red rays, like the aging and tyrannical essence, spread irresistibly from the main body to the whole body , only the captured new planes at the edge can provide it with the nutrients it needs to survive.

The new world is its goal, and what Eric has to do is to cut off the greed on the other side on behalf of his new world.

The thoughts continued to fall, and the bond finally kept flickering. In the next moment, it might be completely broken, separating the two worlds.

A pair of invisible eyes on the opposite side lit up, it had no emotion, only an indifferent stare, and a moment later, a creepy force rushed along the bond that was about to disappear.

Waves of monstrous waves rose, and the blood-red tide surged towards the sky with the momentum of devouring everything, as if it could smash any opponent into pieces. What was waiting for them on the opposite side was the last blow of the former reincarnation.

The forces of the old and new worlds collided, and the two space-time rivers facing each other vibrated at the same time. The flow of light was disordered, and a huge vortex quietly appeared in the galaxy. to its own time.

After the boundless darkness, he opened his eyes again, and saw the snow-white ceiling, the shaking ceiling fan and the glare of sunlight coming through the windows.

This is not my own Manhattan building, but an old-fashioned ward. Looking at its interior furnishings, it seems to have returned to [-].

Eric sat up slowly and felt his body. Except for some uncontrollable exhaustion after the hedging of the long river of time and space, all functions are OK.

He looked around and saw in the mirror that he had changed into a new outfit. His upper body was a T-shirt with the abbreviated logo of the Homeland Strategic Defense Offensive and Logistic Support Agency printed on his chest.

This scene seemed familiar, he suddenly felt absurd, wanted to laugh out loud, and at the same time felt unspeakable panic.

Did the shock eventually cause damage?

It was difficult for him to answer for a moment.

Fortunately, he is still his past self in the mirror, and has not turned into another familiar big man.

The president's speech was played on the black and white TV at a leisurely pace. Kennedy was delivering the State of the Union address in his signature elegant tone, reviewing the major events that happened that year. In these events, he mentioned some familiar names and places... It was as if he just fell asleep and woke up just as the storm calmed down.

Eric was not in a hurry to break the tranquility, he was meditating quietly, when suddenly a gust of warm wind blew the fine white gauze curtain and poured into the room.This is air convection.

Behind him, the door opened, and a female agent in a vintage S.H.I.E.L.D. fall suit walked in.

She is about 20 years old, just over five feet tall, with a quiet and childish demeanor.The eyebrows are slightly thicker.The appearance is not very beautiful, but the young body is full of youthful vitality, and the first impression is easy to please.

On top of her plump left chest, there is a silver nameplate with her name engraved on it - Gemma Simmons.

Seeing the patient wake up, the young female agent's face was immediately filled with a warm smile, which was not fake.Eric could read reverence and admiration in her smile.

He blinked.Did not speak.

"Good morning, Mr. Eric." Simmons jumped over almost happily, but when she looked sideways at the sunlight outside the window, she quickly changed her words. "Maybe I should say good afternoon."

Eric looked at her for a while, then turned to look out the window and asked, "Where is this?"

"You are in a ward in New York." The female agent blurted out, as if she had rehearsed countless times.

Eric's thoughts quietly extended out, but the impact damage he suffered in the long river of time and space has not yet recovered, and he can only roughly feel the situation outside this exquisite prop shed.

"What time is it?" Tried twice without success.He put aside this futile effort for a while.

"How should I put it, I'm afraid you won't understand it even if I tell you." Simmons hesitated to speak.She came over, tidied the sheets for him carefully, and asked him to lie back and rest.

But Eric didn't do what she asked. He gently pushed Simmons away and walked barefoot to the door.

What the hell is going on outside?

Why is it such a beginning?

Could it be that the shock produced any changes?

In front of the door, Eric paused for a while. At this time, he could not hear the dissuasion behind him at all, and a strange emotion called fear quietly grew in his heart.

This kind of emotion is extremely rare for him. He has maintained a special state of mind for a long time in the past. Only in that way can he face the infinite horror of the old world. But after leaving there, he has settled down and has someone he cares about again , which made it difficult for him to remain absolutely calm as before.

Fortunately, his will is still strong, no matter how bizarre changes are happening outside now, he will choose to face them.

The footsteps paused for a second, and Eric opened the door.

"Mr. Eric, please wait a moment." Simmons screamed and chased after him.

Facing them were four heavily armed soldiers. Before they could raise their guns, they were forcibly pushed out by some force and fell heavily to the ground.

Now, if Eric looks around, he can see that the surrounding area is empty. The scenery outside the window is actually a large ultra-clear display screen, and the ward itself is just a temporary prop made of laminated walls-this is just a studio.

But Eric didn't look back, he went straight out barefoot, passed the agents blocking outside and came to the street outside the building.

It was raining lightly at this time, and pedestrians held up umbrellas one after another. The gloomy smog enveloped the sky, but it couldn't cover the familiar scene around. Just like in the past, there were colorful neon lights and street performers everywhere, and large screens hung on the outer walls of the buildings. News, commercials, and TV shows—yes, this is Times Square.

He has been here many times with his friends and students, and he has fought criminals from all walks of life here. He is a superhero that every citizen of this city should know.

But now all he saw in the eyes of passers-by was surprise.

Eric stopped slowly. He stood quietly in the middle of the road and took a few deep breaths to calm down his intense heartbeat.

Then several black cars stopped beside him, faintly separating him from the outside world.

"Relax, General."

A familiar voice sounded from behind. Turning around, Eric saw a one-eyed black man in a black windbreaker getting out of the car.

"I apologize to you for what happened just now. I always did this because I was worried that you would not be able to adapt to the changes, but this needs to be explained to you slowly."

"Explain what?" Eric looked at this familiar face, his eyes deepened. "It's all a dream, I just woke up?"

He sarcastically said that he looked very normal on the outside, but the anger accumulated in his heart was getting heavier and heavier.

"Almost." If the black man felt it, he took a step back, only a little ahead of the agents with guns on guard.

"You disappeared after fighting two monsters that invaded New York in 50, and you only recently returned." He paused for a moment, then added: "In the time you disappeared, [-] years have passed."

Eric was stunned for a moment, he turned around slowly, looked around the intersection of the world for a week, and finally looked at the sky due north.

It was gloomy there. (to be continued~^~)