I'm in Cthulhu

"Yes, that's it. I was going to the toilet at the time. You know, the altitude there is too high and the process of going up was very difficult. As a result, I felt extremely uncomfortable in my heart. I was crazy imagining a majestic and ancient room with golden light. faucet,

The immaculate white walls, the toilet seat surrounded by sandalwood, the water tank filled with top-quality perfume, and the servant handed me a piece of silk toilet paper... in short, it was such a warm and good toilet. In the blink of an eye, I was back in New York. "

Wilder's tone was filled with lingering fear. He paused and then continued: "It's like the magical teleportation in those fantasy novels. Is this the power of the Ancient One?"

"Hahaha! If this is the handiwork of Ancient One, then this mage is really powerful, and he is also a pervert..." Howard took over the topic with a smile, and blew on the hot air from the tea cup after finishing speaking.

After listening to Wilder's narration, Luo Ji smacked his lips and said, "I don't know, but whoever can teleport you from the snow-covered mountains to New York in an instant is an extremely powerful mage." , worth a visit.”

"Um..."

"boom!"

Wilder was about to continue saying something, when suddenly, the glass outer wall of a few tables away from the three-person dining table was smashed by Steve who flew over, and Steve hit the ground with a loud bang.

But the three of them did not leave their seats in panic, and continued to drink tea leisurely, as if they were not involved.

Wilder put down his tea cup, looked at Steve who stood up and rushed to the square, and couldn't help but said:

"It's really sad. Steve has obviously made so many contributions to this country before, but he just suffered a waterloo and has to work hard to restore his reputation."

Luo Ji took over the topic:

"Well... General Grundt protected the country's peaceful reunification, but what image is he in people's minds? An alcoholic! Ronald Reagan predicted the fall of the Berlin Wall and knew that the Cold War would eventually end, but his glorious legend , are eventually replaced by indecision, lethargy and dementia... Reputation is something that is hard to maintain.”

Wilder and Howard: "? Grant, I understand. When was the Cold War?"

After finishing speaking, Luo Ji helplessly raised his forehead and thought in his mind: "Hey... I hate this damn twentieth century..."

The camera pans to the square outside the restaurant.

It was already dusk, and the fluffy clouds were illuminated by the setting sun, like wisps of fire in the sky. In the last twilight, Steve, who was being beaten by the Stitch Beast, seemed to be reaching his limit.

"What a hearty battle! Although I can continue to fight with you, I feel that this scene has reached the final stage...036, it's time for me to draw my sword."

"Ho... Of course, your endurance is amazing. I'm already a little tired, but you're still as active as a buzzing fly!"

"I believe what you are saying. You must be so tired that you are delirious. You cannot even express a decent metaphor."

"Ho... maybe."

As soon as Stitches finished speaking, he feinted a punch at Steve. Steve, who easily dodged it, immediately jumped up and ran quickly towards the Sword in the Stone.

"Roar!!"

The Stitches roared in unison and chased Steve leisurely.

"Is this...the captain going to pull out that sword? His target is really that sword!! Look!"

"Do you think Captain Rogers can successfully pull out that sword? I have seen many people try before, but all failed without exception."

"Of course. According to legend, only those with the appearance of a king are qualified to pull out the sword embedded in the stone and gain the power to destroy all evil."

"Hey, am I the only one who cares if this is a British legend..."

"boom!"

An explosion resounded through the world like a thunderbolt from the blue. Steve grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, bent over and bent his knees, his muscles swelled, and a marble-like strong body was exposed under the damaged clothes. He struggled to pull out the sword that symbolized the king. The sword was drawn from its prison of stone.

This picture, which is like an ancient Greek sculpture, created an "atmosphere" at a certain moment, which shocked the onlookers as if the Tianling Cap had been struck by lightning. In the afterglow of surprise, they were deeply impressed by the new King Arthur. .

"I have the power!!!"

Steve stood on the high platform, his eyes were shining with golden light, he shouted out the lines of a certain cosmic giant, then he jumped up and hit the ground from mid-air.

Before landing, the gleaming golden sword in Steve's hand suddenly vibrated, and a voice came from it: "Hey, Steve, my old buddy, how are you?"

"What, who are you? What's going on?"

"Don't be nervous. I hate people who are always nervous. Relax. I'll tell you what happened...I used too much magic power before. Things have been busy recently and I have to use it sparingly, so I didn't give this one." sword enchantment,

But I smeared a tranquilizer on the sword, which is extracted from lizard skin. It's called Loszapatosdelamuerte, which means 'arrow of death'. Of course, the effect will only make the monster sleepy. Do not worry. "

"Who are you? I don't like the feeling of being kept in the dark!"

"You will see me after this scene is completed, and then all the truth will be revealed in front of your eyes... Now, please be patient, this is your specialty, isn't it?"

"It's better to be like this..."

After ending the conversation, Steve gritted his teeth, danced the sword, and thrust forward like a tiger in the flash of golden light.

"036, just do what you said before."

"Ho...come on."

"Buzz!"

The sword buzzed, and just before Steve struck the Stitch Beast with his sword, the Stitch Beast raised its arms and slammed them into the ground. The huge force instantly dug a big hole, and for a while, sand and rocks flew, and dust filled the sky. Covering their figures.

"What happened? Damn it, the captain and the monster are nowhere to be seen."

"What do you think the ending will be? Will the captain win or the monster?"

"Do we still need to say this? Captain Rogers must have won. After all, he pulled out the legendary sword and recognized his qualifications as a king."

The dust quickly dispersed, revealing the scene inside.

I saw Steve holding up the ferocious head that was stitched together as big as a beast with his left hand, and raising the golden sword symbolizing the king with his right hand. His face was covered with splattered blood.

"Buzz!"

The sword buzzed, the golden light on the sword circulated at high speed, and the surrounding air flowed rapidly, making a whistle like a whistle.

Everyone held their breath and looked at this legendary scene that was like ancient myths and legends. When they gradually realized one thing - an epic, an epic that would be passed down for thousands of years was born before their eyes - people suddenly burst out. A shout that resounds throughout the heaven and earth!