Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto

Wanda was at a loss at the moment.

Because, from her perspective, she could only see a wriggling black mist.

The too bizarre scene made her feel chills for no reason. She turned her head to the side subconsciously, wanting to ask Pietro what happened.

However, what she saw was that Pietro seemed to be a different person.

In the pale golden eyes, there is a hint of majesty, and there is a sacred and noble temperament all over his body, as if exuding the brilliance of the sun, making it difficult to look directly at his face, and can't help but want to kneel to worship.

Just as she was possessed by Sithone before.

There is an unknown **** attached to Pietro's body and descended here through him.

'Pietro''s lips were squirming, and from time to time, deep fear and coldness flashed in the pale golden eyes, and the black mist also became bigger and smaller, sometimes expanding and twisting, and sometimes shrinking and drifting.

The two seem to be having a conversation that is unknown to outsiders.

It's just that Wanda, who was so close, couldn't hear their voices at all.

It wasn't because of her hearing problems, whether it was the breeze stroking the earth, the chirping of birds in the distance, or even the voices of countless prayers in New York City in the distance, she could hear them clearly.

Only their voices seemed to be isolated from the world.

The conversation did not last long.

Judging from the movement of Pietro's lips, it should be only a few short sentences.

Then, the black mist suddenly swelled, and out of it came a huge, bloated, twisted and disgusting huge piece of meat, and thousands of sticky evil tentacles spread along the ground like vines.

Wanda's body tightened, and he was about to cast chaos magic to destroy those weird tentacles.

But before she could do anything, she saw a dazzling golden light erupting fiercely from Pietro's body, illuminating half of the sky in an instant, like the light shed by the sun, dispelling those evil tentacles.

Chi-!

When the tentacles meet the light, like the white snow in the spring, they dissolve and melt in an instant, turning into bursts of black smoke.

"Wanda Maximoff, your mission is to deliver the key to that angel." Just when Wanda was shocked by this scene, she seemed to see Pietro standing next to a radiant figure silhouette.

But when she wiped her eyes and looked carefully, she found that the figure was gone.

"who are you?"

Looking at his younger brother, who had become a complete stranger, Wanda looked a little wary and shouted, "Get me out of Pietro!"

Chaos magic lingers at the fingertips, the surrounding reality seems to be distorted and tampered, and a huge will fills the space.

Because of the experience of being possessed by Sithorn, she had no sympathy for these so-called 'gods', and even had some disgust, which is why she reacted so excitedly.

"Don't be nervous, Wanda."

'Pietro' turned his head slowly, looking straight at her with pale golden eyes: "I have no ill will towards you, I have long been unable to walk in the world, I just borrowed Pietro's body temporarily."

Obviously, it is impossible to win the trust of Wanda with just one sentence.

Without waiting for Wanda to question, the unfamiliar 'Pietro' in front of him, bathed in the radiance of the scorching sun, said lightly, "As for who I am... Haven't you guessed it yet?"

The voice fell, and Wanda's pupils narrowed a little.

On Pietro's head, he saw a crown woven with gold threads and decorated with thorn flowers.

"Seeing this, you should be able to understand, right?" In order to prove that he was not malicious, 'Pietro' stretched out his hand, and the palm of his hand was a round hole, **** as if it had been nailed through.

"Suffering...crown of thorns..."

No matter how stupid Wanda is, he understands when he sees this, and his pupils shrink suddenly: "You are... Jesus?!"

"Take the key and go to the Angels of the East River in New York."

Jesus handed over the silver ancient key and said lightly: "By the way, tell her a word for me, the kingdom of heaven and Eden have long been destroyed, if you still hold the illusion of the past, you can only be bound in the shadow of the past. "

"But..." Wanda opened her mouth, wanting to ask her what to do with her brother when she left.

But the words came to the mouth, but they couldn't come out.

In the face of a real **** and the famous Jesus, she couldn't ask any questions.

Seeing her worry, **** said, "Don't worry, I'm just borrowing his body temporarily, it won't hurt him. If this matter can be successfully concluded, you will be reunited."

Wanda heard the voiceover, the premise of the reunion is... it can end successfully.

If it fails, then the entire earth will be destroyed, and their siblings will not be reunited.

"Don't worry, I will give the key and words to that angel." Wanda grabbed the key and nodded heavily.

She didn't dare to stay for a moment, because the twisted black mist was constantly hitting the golden barrier.

Although she didn't know what was in the black mist, she knew something very well.

That black fog...it's terrifying!

She couldn't even imagine what kind of existence it was, and even chaos magic couldn't help it.

That is an existence that is countless times more terrifying than Sithone!

With trembling fear, Wanda flew to New York City. During this period, she always felt cold on her back, and all the hairs on her body stood on end. There was a voice deep in her mind that was tempting her to go back.

Can't go back! Can't go back! Can't go back!

Just like Orpheus, turning back means losing everything.

The golden brilliance was like a high wall, blocking the surging black mist~www.NovelMTL.com~ The two collided and made a penetrating chi chi sound.

"Hmph, it's just a dying struggle!"

In the distorted black mist that became more and more swollen, the swollen girl's eyes glowed with a sinister light, and the eyeballs on the thousands of tentacles reflected the figure of **** at the same time, and uttered filthy and filthy words: "With such a residual will, , how long can you stop me?"

"Do your best." **** said lightly, "After all... I'm just a dead person."

"Even if you stop me here, it won't change the result of your failure." The swollen girl laughed and sneered: "Last time, you modified the timeline, shattered heaven and hell, and barely stopped us, this time ...what do you have left?"

Hearing this, **** was silent, but a trace of sadness flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"Heaven? Hell? Oh no...you're gone."

The bloated girl looked at him playfully, and then sneered: "Or...you plan to sacrifice him?"

Jesus slowly raised his head and said, "If...if necessary."

"Hehe, it's really great." The swollen woman's face became more playful, and she said, "I just don't know, if he knows, he will choose to sacrifice himself to save the world, or...go to another place. A way?"

"A lie can only deceive temporarily, but it cannot deceive forever."

Jesus said calmly: "In the end, he is the one who can make the choice, not us ghosts buried in the past."