American Comics: Multiverse of Madness

The sky darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and strange clouds continued to billow, shrouding the sky above the battlefield.

At this moment, it seemed that the entire country was covered by a dark curtain composed of dark clouds. There was a moist atmosphere in the air, which also made the atmosphere on the battlefields everywhere more uneasy and tense.

Heavy pressure is gathering on everyone. Those panicked ordinary people are hiding in their homes at this moment, drawing the curtains and closing the doors, for fear that they will be affected.

As Edgar thought before, this war cannot be stopped. No one can stop until the party opposing them is completely resolved.

Whether they are people of the motherland or soldier boys, they and their followers all fight with the idea of ​​killing each other. Only one of them can survive in the world.

Ordinary superpowers may be easily killed, but in the face of those powerful superpowers, ordinary thermal weapons have long lost their effectiveness.

At this time, no one in the military or Congress was willing to take over this hot potato, and the police were even more helpless, so it eventually turned into an internal melee among superhuman beings, mixed with the wails of ordinary people.

The entire country is in chaos, like a running killing machine, drawing more people in and squeezing out more blood and internal organs.

Dark clouds move and thunder breaks out on the plains.

The heavy rain finally poured down at this moment. The big raindrops were like bullets carrying huge power, crackling on the ground, diluting the blood on the battlefield.

But the rain did not weaken the battlefield. On the contrary, it intensified. People hiding in the house shivered and listened to the loud noise of the heavy rain outside, and the faint sound of explosions could also be heard.

Everyone knows how terrifying the undercurrent hidden in the heavy rain outside is. The God of Death has turned into clouds and mist and enveloped the country. Every sound of rolling thunder is his scythe, which is harvesting the life on the ground.

The news reports ahead have lost signal for a long time. It is unknown whether it is because the heavy rain has affected the signal, or because the riots of those with superpowers destroyed the signal tower. The whole country is in deathly silence, as if the end is coming.

The secret community of Vought Group.

Heavy rain poured down on this small world, washing away the blood and severed limbs on the lawn. The roaring wind swept through every corner here, as if the undead were venting their unwillingness and despair before death.

On the lawn, each small figure stood, letting the whip-like raindrops hit him. It seemed that only in this way could he calm down for a moment in his chaotic mind.

The boy's thin body was soaked by the rain, and the blood on his arms and face turned into blood and flowed down under the wash of the heavy rain, down his arms to his fingertips, and dripped on the grass.

Around the boy, the well-trained mercenary team had turned into stumps and broken arms scattered around. The scarlet blood soaked the entire grassland, dyeing the originally green lawn red.

The boy gasped slightly, biting his lower lip, looking at the corpse in front of him with complex and desperate eyes.

That was his mother, the person who loved him most in the world. The boy couldn't believe that his mother would die in front of him. Now he only hated himself for being so cowardly.

Why, why didn't he dare to come out to save his mother? He obviously had powerful power to change everything.

But it was because of his own cowardice that his mother died to protect herself.

Clenching his fist tightly, the boy felt an uncontrollable anger rising in his heart for no reason, and now he desperately wanted to vent his anger.

At this moment, a feeling of being spied on came to the boy's heart, and for a moment, a chill filled his back.

He didn't know how to describe that feeling. He just felt that he was being stared at, and he couldn't help but feel dizzy and nauseated. His stomach acid kept rising, and the boy tried his best to suppress it. Go down.

Gritting his teeth, the boy subconsciously wanted to call his mother, but suddenly, his eyes stopped on the corpse in front of him.

His mother was dead. When he was scared and helpless, no one could give him the same care as his mother, which made him burst into tears.

Turning around tremblingly, the boy's eyes followed the voyeuristic feeling.

In the mist caused by the heavy rain, far away from the edge of the woods, a strange existence holding a black umbrella was silently paying attention to him, exuding an ominous aura.

No one knows how long that existence has been standing there, and no one knows when he appeared. It seems that he has been standing there since the establishment of this community.

The boy could even imagine that while he was slaughtering the bad guys who had hurt his mother, that strange black figure was standing there silently, calmly watching his every move.

This strange and terrifying scene suddenly caused the boy to break into a cold sweat. He swallowed, his teeth collided unconsciously, and his eyes were full of uneasiness as he looked at the figure.

The boy wanted to run, but his legs didn't obey him at all, and he didn't know where he should go at this time. He just wanted to stay by his mother's side.

As if he was hallucinating, the boy noticed for a moment that the black shadow had actually moved. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, then calmed down and looked over again.

However, the strange presence in black clothes and black umbrella disappeared, and what appeared instead was a strange Asian man, who was slowly walking towards him holding a small red umbrella.

The boy recognized the umbrella in the other person's hand. It was their family's umbrella and his favorite umbrella. There was absolutely no way he could admit it.

The two of them just looked at each other quietly, with only the sound of the howling rainstorm in their ears. The boy looked at the strange man walking towards him silently, feeling very complicated and vigilant in his heart.

"Ryan."

Finally, the distance between the two people shortened to five meters, and the strange man stopped at this moment and spoke to break the silence.

Hearing the other party calling out his name, the boy did not let down his guard. He still remembered his mother's teachings to him, and he must not just believe in the temptations of strangers.

Seeing that Ryan didn't answer him, Zhang Yi didn't show too many expressions. He looked around and looked at the corpses that had been washed away by the heavy rain.

"Who are you?"

Seeing that the other party was examining the mercenaries he had killed, Ryan was instinctively afraid. Having grown up under the guidance of his mother, his view of life was completely different from that of the people of his motherland.

Kill for life, this is what Bega told Ryan when he was a child.

At this time, Ryan, who had killed so many people with his own hands, was also a little scared in his heart.

Hearing Ryan's voice, Zhang Yi focused on him again. Although Ryan had powerful power, he was just a child.

Smiling slightly, Zhang Yi slowly took two steps forward and placed the umbrella over Ryan's head.

"I'm here to help you. It seems that you need me very much now."

"No, I don't need your help. I don't know you." Ryan took two steps back and returned to the rainstorm, staring at Zhang Yi warily.

"You don't need to know me, Ryan, you just need to know that I can help you realize any wish." Zhang Yi said calmly, with a very firm tone.

"Any wish."

Ryan frowned and looked at the other party with very complicated eyes.

Although he is a child, Ryan thinks that he has grown up. The nonsense of realizing any wish and deceiving those ignorant children is okay, but it has no effect on him.

Last year, Ryan already knew that Santa Claus was a fake. There was no 'god' in this world, there were just a group of bad guys doing evil in the name of god.

So at this moment, after hearing the other party's words, Ryan's first thought was that he didn't believe it.

However, looking back at his mother's body, Ryan couldn't help but clenched his fists.

What if it is true, what if the other party can really realize his wish.

"Any wish, Ryan."

At this time, the strange man's voice sounded in Ryan's ears again, like a devil's whisper, stirring up Ryan's spirit.

".Even if it is to bring the dead back to life, it is not something that cannot be done."

It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and Ryan's breathing became rapid.

He had just lost his mother. At this time, a strange existence told him that his mother could still be saved. So even if he had to pay any price, Ryan wanted to hold on to this glimmer of hope.

"Really, you can really save my mother!?"

Ryan turned his head suddenly, his eyes fixed on Zhang Yi.

"Of course, Ryan."

The corners of Zhang Yi's mouth raised slightly.

"So." Ryan asked with a trembling voice as he clenched his fists. "What's the price?"

"Don't worry about the cost. Someone has already paid for you. You just need to lend me your body. After I finish what I want to do, everything will return to the right path."

After a pause, Zhang Yi reached out and patted Ryan on the head.

"And when that time comes, you will be reunited with your mother in this world and live a happy life. Isn't this what you want to realize most at the moment?"

Feeling the palm on his head, Ryan lowered his head, seeming to be thinking about this matter.

His body's instinct told him that he had to leave here quickly and stay as far away from the guy in front of him as possible. The other person was a terrifying existence that he couldn't understand.

But his mother's death made it impossible for him to take a step forward. Ryan didn't want to leave his mother here alone, and he was even less willing to accept the fact that his mother, Beja, had died.

If someone told him that his mother could be resurrected by borrowing his own body, then even if there was only one ten thousandth chance, Ryan would want to take a gamble.

Because if he doesn't do this, he will never forgive himself in this life.

Thinking of this, Ryan raised his head again.

"What do you need me to do?"

"It's very simple."

Zhang Ye said softly.

"Just accept my power and say 'yes'."

Looking at the strange man calmly, Ryan closed his eyes helplessly.

"So."

yes

I owe 6 chapters, which will be filled in one after another.

The swelling has subsided, but I still need to rest. After I was injured, I realized how much trouble it is to be alone in a foreign country. Fortunately, I met many good people. I am grateful.