Lawful Black Dragon in Marvel

"Wow, you are so handsome, Van Helsing, can I take a photo with you?"

"of course."

The young man lowered the brim of his hat and casually struck a handsome pose. The white girl cosplaying as a widow wanted to come up and hug his arm, but was stopped by a woman cosplaying as an angel next to him.

"Sorry, she is my girlfriend. It's better that we don't have physical contact, for the sake of my safety when I get home."

The young man smiled, put a hand on the angel's shoulder, and talked in English proficiently.

It's called an apology, but it's to appease my girlfriend.

Although it was a bit disappointing, the white girl was wise enough to praise Angel and then took a photo with her and Van Helsing. Although in the final photo, Angel still had a cold face.

"What was she just saying?" the angel asked the young man cosplaying Van Helsing in a unique language.

The young man smiled slightly and said, "Of course I am praising you for your beauty, you are just like a real angel."

"It was."

Although the encrypted call between the two was not loud and was insignificant in the noisy venue, it was still picked up by a wolf's ears.

"Ah, look, there's a werewolf over there. It's so realistic. He's coming over, and he's coming towards Van Helsing."

Leon slowly walked towards the young man cosplaying Van Helsing, or to be precise, towards the angel next to him.

That thing was not just a make-up, it was a real protoss. The wings on its back were the innate weapons and armor of the winged protoss, and were harder than most nether metals.

Even hundreds of kilometers away, Leon could smell the bird droppings on the Winged God Clan.

Likewise, the other party also discovered him.

And the hot man next to her is also staring at Leon, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which makes people shiver down the spine.

The young man took out a large revolver from his waist and pointed at Leon with a smile.

Leon's spirit tightened instantly

"bang"

The werewolf rolled and almost hit a boy who was filming. The moment he made the evasive action, the bullet did not come out.

It's the gunshot simulated by the young man's mouth

Except for Leon himself who felt embarrassed, everyone who recorded this scene thought he was cool and hoped he would do it again.

"When we first met, I felt there was no need to take action."

The young man stretched out his right hand and said in the language of the gods with a smile.

Leon didn't shake his hand. He knew it was a way to express friendship, but for the Protoss, there was really no good impression, let alone the smell of the abyss in this man.

Leon stared at the angel behind the young man with his wolf eyes, bared his teeth, and was already thinking about how to kill the birdman and escape intact.

In this world where divine power and magic are suppressed, it is the best place to hunt gods.

Suddenly, an even stronger aura of the abyss broke into Jian Xin's sensing range.

The other party suddenly appeared in the toilet 40 meters away without any warning.

The young man turned the revolver magazine silently and looked at the angel with a smile, "It seems that he is coming for me. I met this guy once and it was a bit tricky."

Six pairs of eyes looked towards the exit of the men's room

A pair of beautiful legs in white stockings pokes out. She wears a student uniform with a pair of ponytails. Not to mention, she's quite cute, and her looks and figure are online.

“Is this the real master of women’s clothing? I worship you?”

Takahashi Ikki suddenly appeared next to Leon, his eyes shining.

Leon grabbed him by the collar and dragged him away from this place of right and wrong.

Of course it’s not this cross-dressing guy, but the “War Machine” coser who follows closely behind.

As the "war machine" walked in, a weak black line spread out from the young man's revolver and connected to the chest of the war machine.

砰

this time it's real

The bullet hit the war machine's cheek, causing a cloud of sparks to splash onto the ceiling, shattering a fluorescent lamp and scattering glass shards into the crowd from the ceiling more than four meters high.

"Fuck"

I don’t know who uttered a foul language, and the onlookers dispersed in a hurry

Leon turned around and saw the angel spreading his wings and rushing towards the "War Machine". He gritted his teeth and put Takahashi Ikki down, "Stay away, I'm going to kill that Winged God Clan."

"Ah, isn't that a cosplayer?"

"I'm not the only real person sneaking in today."

With that said, Leon pulled out the life-size sword that had been dusted for nearly a year from the space necklace, took a deep breath, silver energy flowed through the hair, and his expression returned to calm.

The image of the Winged God Clan executing the entire tribe appeared in his mind

My father's wolf head was held in the hands of the Winged God Clan, and thick blood flowed from the fracture and mouth, dripping onto the green grass.

If his mother was not a human being and a loyal believer of the Eternal Lord, who deceived the Winged God Clan with lies, he would have died that evening.

"War Machine" Robert shot out a beam of light from his palm, the angel spread out a pair of wings, and the energy cannon shot hit the ground, leaving a hole with a radius of two inches.

After the wings moved away, a cross sword appeared in her hand, as well as a suit of armor with red patterns on a silver background.

A sword energy flew from the side, cut through the ground, and hit the angel's wings. It also bounced away, but it also forced the angel to pause slightly. The next second, a big sword and a cold wolf head fell from the sky.

砰

Tile debris stuck in one's face

The people participating in the comic show who had not yet escaped suddenly lost their feet and fell freely to the ground for half a second. They were already in the square outside the main venue of the comic show.

Faneuil monitored all this through Robert's armored eyes, and the most important thing was to observe the "Van Helsing" pretending to be himself. He did not seem to be very strong.

叮叮

呲

Robert remained motionless. The bullets that had absorbed the power of the abyss left faint scratches on his armor and were directly bounced away. At the same time, six energy cannons arrived and blocked all his movements.

In the end, he didn't even try to hide, and was directly pierced through the chest by two energy cannons.

The black liquid gathered and filled up the big hole in the chest. The right leg that was blown off also turned into mucus and flowed back to the feet of "Van Helsing" to form a complete leg.

All in all, unscathed.

"Huh, it's really disgusting. You put a disgusting experimental subject into an iron can. Don't you want to talk to me face to face?"

Without naming him, Faniel knew that these words were meant for him.

To be honest, Faniel really didn't dare to chat face to face with this "self" who was like mud.

Who knows if this thing will suddenly pounce on him like venom, and then he will either control himself or plant some kind of "foreshadowing" in himself that is difficult to find and eradicate.

It's dangerous just thinking about it.

But it’s still okay to control Robert’s armor and chat with him.

"For me, it's face to face now, so tell me, who are you?" Robert stopped attacking and stood there, letting the armor make a rigid mechanical sound in a language he couldn't understand.

Van Helsing scratched his chin, thoughtfully: "How do you put it? In a sense, I am your father."

Faneuil: ""

Hey, I'm your dad