Elden Gulong in American comics

On that night, countless people became restless, most of them were blessed people, and these people began to sneak around the streets, and small-scale fights gradually broke out, and they fought fiercely in some streets and alleys.

Most of the abilities obtained by these blessed ones are divided into two categories, one is the same physical enhancement ability as Huey, which is inherited from the Great Rune dominated by Crimson, and the other is the self-recovery type, which is inherited from the mother of truth. Great Loon.

And due to the difference in individual physique, the ability to obtain will also have certain differences.

At this moment, Locke, who came out of Walter Company with Mikaela, was watching a battle between the Blessers.

One of the two people fighting was a tall man, the skin of his right hand turned dark red, his muscles swelled, and his arms were so thick that he didn't look like a human arm. On the other side was a young woman. Various weapons attacked the man.

Just when Locke thought that the two of them were going to fight to the death, the woman raised her hands and said loudly: "Enough is enough, I won't play anymore, you take this thing away, my mother is going home to sleep."

As she spoke, she saw the woman open her palm and throw a red spot of light to the man. The man took away the blessing, but the woman was still complaining: "This ability is useless at all. The blood my mother bleeds today is worse than in this lifetime." There are many."

Seeing this scene, Locke smiled helplessly. Not everyone can harden their hearts to fight. Starting today, there will be a group of more powerful Blessers rising up. As for the others.

Maybe they can go home and sleep as happily as women, or maybe they can only go to heaven to meet their ancestors.

However, this also brought about a problem. With such screening, there will be fewer and fewer Blessings in each area. In the end, it will be difficult for two Blessings to meet, resulting in a situation where they cannot fight.

"It looks like an updated version." Locke chinned silently, and turned to discuss with Mikaela.

Mikaela held a white bottle in her hand, and the mist in the bottle was surging. It was the dream brew she had just made. After hearing what Locke said, Mikaela said softly: "Then let them fight in the dream." , how about the dream of opening up an arena."

"Yes, that's it. There is also a score mode, which can be a deathmatch or infinite resurrection." Locke and Mikaela agreed on a strategy, and Mikaela shook the bottle in his hand: "Don't you really want to try it?"

"It came out of your mouth, how disgusting." Locke's mouth twitched twice, and he turned his head away.

"Ugh..."

"You are a ghost."

Of course, in the end, because of his feelings, Locke took a sip of the magic wine brewed by Michaela. There was not much taste in the mouth, only the sweetness like fruit. After the dream, Locke opened his eyes and commented:

"This stuff is a super hallucinogen with a sweet taste."

"Only in this way, mother will be drunk. This is wine that makes gods intoxicated." Mikaela smiled and handed the dream wine to Locke: "It's very precious, I haven't made wine for a long time, please put it away."

"Well, maybe I'll use it when I need to stun other demigods." Locke shrugged, put the dream brew away, and put it in his bag.

……

In the early morning, this world full of superheroes once again ushered in a new life in tranquility. People climbed out of bed, ate breakfast boringly, and discussed the new movie made by Walt's company.

But such a quiet life is destined to have nothing to do with Huey. He opened his eyes from the bed, and the sky was only slightly bright. Huey exhaled a foul breath and began to wander in the room.

At this time, France was still sleeping soundly in the room. He extracted some transparent human skin, and used the special carbon on his skin to coat the bullet, hoping that the bullet could penetrate the superhuman skin.

On the other side, in the living room of the house, there was the sound of chopping meat. Huey walked into the living room and found Butch was chopping something on the table.

"It seems that you are recovering well, kid." Butch looked at Huey's intact palm, nodded with satisfaction, and then chopped off a finger amidst the blood splattering.

Then, Butch grabbed the open meat can with his bloody palm, and stuffed the cold meat inside with the soup into his mouth.

"I'm studying myself, in a rather bad way, I hope you won't be surprised." Butch wiped the kitchen knife on his hand, and heaved a sigh of relief. At this moment, there are already a row of more than ten identical fingers on the table. .

"Did you have that dream, the round table hall or something?" Huey asked hesitantly, but Butch nodded: "Of course, you have become stronger, kid."

"I seem to have gained the power of a transparent person." Huey stretched out his hand, and his skin began to become transparent, just like the transparent person they killed. Huey smiled at his transparent arm: "This is simply a video game."

"Then let's try your limit." Butch shrugged, turned his head and took out some equipment, and began to let Huey test it.

"The strength is about one ton, maybe even higher, about the same as a second-rate hero." Watching Huey lift a car a little, Butch roughly estimated and came to a conclusion.

Huey put the car down with a shake of his hands, moving his sore shoulders and said, "I feel that my strength is about twice as strong as before."

Later, Butch kept Huey in an invisible state to test his invisibility time and skin defense, but the results were not satisfactory: "You can only stay invisible for about 5 minutes, and the skin defense is much worse."

"After all, this is not my ability. I'm still getting used to it." Huey withdrew from the invisible state. The feeling of invisibility was very strange, like stuffing himself into a gel coat, which made him feel very suffocated.

Immediately, Huey felt a little excited again: "If I kill a few more heroes, maybe I can become stronger."

"It's like a game. Ordinary people are just soldiers, and bosses are those heroes. I don't want to stay in one place to practice." Huey has fully entered the state, and he looked at Butch: "You should have The kind of hero, the bad kind."

Butch raised his eyebrows. Huey in front of him made him feel a moment of fear. This young man was gradually turning into a butcher. Butch had seen many such things when he was serving in the army, and the transformation of people was so sudden.

It just takes a bad enough day.

"I really know a place where heroes go to relax and have fun. I can take you to see it." Butch shrugged. He didn't care about Huey's life or death, and he didn't mind pushing this guy.

It would have been even better if the explosion when he fell had put Walter's company out of business.

"That's good, by the way, do you have a code name?" Huey rang out the dream from last night, rubbed his hands together and said, "I named myself Hunter."

"Without that stuff, I'm Butcher."

"Good code name."