Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto - Chapter 1452 1 invitation

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After the short conversation, they fell into silence again.

Lord leaned on the back of the seat, crossed his legs, tapped the table with his right index finger, half-closed his eyes, and fell into deep thought.

Tick...tick...tick...

The hands of the clock hanging on the wall moved slowly with the rhythm of the knocking.

Michael waited quietly at the side, although there was a flash of worry in his eyes, but he wisely did not disturb the man, just like standing beside God in the past.

Candlesticks on the table flickered.

Against the backdrop of the candlelight, the man's face looked a bit cloudy and uncertain, as if a storm was brewing.

clatter!

The sound of knuckle tapping stopped.

This move seemed to indicate that the thinking was over.

"Michael..."

Lord called softly.

"Please... tell me what you want."

Michael slowly lowered his noble head, put one hand on his chest, and said respectfully: "No matter what, I will do it for you. My sword... will clear all obstacles for you!"

"Take care of them, and yourself."

Lord stood up slowly while leaning on the seat, and said calmly, "Natasha's side, something happened. I need to...go and see."

"I disagree."

Michael took a step across, stopped in front of him, and said solemnly: "This is very likely, it is a trap set by them!"

"I know, but... there's no other way."

Lord smiled lightly, and said, "The key to the third key lies with Natasha and Coulson. Even if it's a trap... I have to go."

"Then replace me!"

The Kingdom of God emerged from behind Michael, and the paradise scene reflected the void, and the divine brilliance turned into feathers and scattered: "I have entered the realm of God, and even if I encounter danger, I still have some strength to protect myself."

"Besides..."

"With you staying outside to take care of me, even if I'm really trapped or something happens, you can find a way to save me."

"But if you get trapped again, I can't save you, so let me go!"

"Your suggestion is good, but..."

Lord smiled, raised his hand to stop Michael, and said, "I've never listened to persuasion, and it's not like you don't know."

"Quiet... the power of stillness?"

Michael wanted to break free, but found that the force holding her was the static force of the Spirit King's right hand.

"Sorry, I'm not good at words."

Lord lifted up a strand of her black hair, smiled and said, "I know I can't convince you, so I can only use this method."

"Lord!"

Michael stared at his beautiful eyes, with a hint of anger in his voice.

"Intuition tells me..." Lord paused for a moment, and then said: "I have to go this time, otherwise...I will miss something very important, so...forgive me, Michael."

"no!"

Hearing this, Michael panicked, and hurriedly shouted: "If it's your intuition...you can't go, don't you...don't know, it might be..."

"I know."

Lord said indifferently: "But...you have to face it sooner or later, don't you? It doesn't make any difference whether it's earlier or later."

"But…"

"No but, Michael."

Lord raised his hand to interrupt her, and the turbulent spiritual pressure gushed out from his body in an instant: "The other party has sent invitations, how can I let others go for me?"

Natasha... No, it should be that person.

It was just an invitation to take advantage of this opportunity, the initiative to go or not was not in his hands.

He had to go, for...the third key!

Rumble!

The supreme spiritual pressure turned into a storm, carrying an extremely terrifying situation, sweeping up in a rising explosion, and the space in the entire house, even at this moment, was almost shattered.

In that chaotic, chaotic, deepest part of the Shattered Void!

A yellow mark suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The imprint is so weird, just staring at it, you will feel your brain swell, as if there is a song calling the soul to go to a mysterious place.

Behind the yellow imprint, there is an ancient theater-like building vaguely shown. The mottled city wall seems to have passed through countless years and has become vicissitudes after the baptism of time.

"The Lost Carcosa

Hyades' song no one knows

The king's rags blow in the wind

The singing voice faded away silently

dim carcosa

..."

The ballad that flashed through his mind when he was fighting Deadpool before, now resounded clearly again.

The weeping and complaining female voice is annoying and annoying.

And it always lingers in the deepest part of my mind, and I can't drive it out, let alone completely shield it.

"Is it here?"

Lord frowned, planning to find Natasha's trace through the chaotic time and space.

In the pair of eyes that symbolized omniscience, four heavy children were distributed in all directions, and the star-shaped gap left in the center was filled with lava-like, blazing and dazzling golden light.

In the past, after he opened his eyes, the future of many times would be unfolded like a scroll and presented in his eyes in detail.

However, this time.

The omniscient eyes seemed to be hindered by some kind of force, like the hot breath exhaled in winter, covering the glasses, all he could see was a lake of mold.

"Still... can't see..."

Lord muttered to himself, and then the spiritual pressure broke out again, this time almost with all his strength: "Then let me see... where are you hiding!"

He has already held a battle knife covered with blue cracks, and surging spiritual power flows and wraps around it, a coercion capable of tearing apart space roars and wreaks havoc in this chaos.

Even with the suppression of this house, Lord has half his foot on the Spirit King, so how can his spiritual pressure be so easily suppressed?

Rumble—!

All of a sudden, New York City was raging with thunder and thunder.

Rolling dark clouds devoured the sky like a big snake, and thunderbolts as thick as buckets pierced the sky. A suffocating feeling permeated the hearts of tens of millions of people.

At this moment, the Deadpool in the underground space was directly suppressed by this force, and could only crawl on the ground, struggling to breathe, his face flushed red and purple.

"This... what is this?!"

Deadpool asked the question in horror ~www.novelbuddy.com~ Ah... this power..."

Xiao Yu was not affected. He looked up at the top, with a bit of worry and fear on his face, and said softly, "It's the shop owner... you're serious."

Hearing this, Deadpool's eyes twitched.

He originally thought that even if he couldn't beat that bastard, he should at least be close.

But now it seems... Shit!

The coercion brought by the spiritual pressure alone can make him lie on the ground, unable to move like a dead dog. Is this called 'closer'?

fart! Put tnd bullshit!

Impossible... With such an existence, it is impossible for him to catch up with the other party in his life, even... Impossible even to imagine!

"Even such a person...is under control..."

There was a hint of horror in Deadpool's eyes, and there was a little fear in his tone, as well as unknown decadence: "Can we really... break free from the shackles of fate?!"