Marvel: This Magneto is a good guy - Chapter 658

c651 You really don’t take me, your boss, seriously

“Something is wrong!” Seeing the situation was going well, Merlin couldn’t be happy.

The God of Stories also looked solemn, but he obviously had a good idea in his mind, “Of course something is wrong, you see, their space gate has been closed! Since we sent out the war fortress, they have not sent out any soldiers.”

Merlin said faintly, “Moreover, the Ivory King has not shown up, and they actually watched their soldiers being slaughtered!”

“It’s as if…” The God of Stories had a strange light in his eyes, with a slight smile on his lips, deliberately guiding Merlin’s thinking direction, “They were deliberately sent up to die!”

Merlin’s eyes widened, and the wrinkles on his face were flattened, “Not good!”

…

Psylocke killed an Ivory King and raised her head to look for the next target, but looking around, there were still enemies standing there?

I don’t know when it started, she no longer heard the hoarse shouting and killing in her ears, but instead, there was a jubilant cheer.

What? Cheers?

Psylocke looked around blankly, and saw the British captains cheering all around. They stood in the sea of ​​blood and corpses, holding the Sword in the Stone high above their heads, and venting their joy with meaningless roars. Even the emotionless Celestials seemed much happier under their leadership.

Suddenly, a strong arm picked her up, turned her more than ten times in the air, and then put her down. It was Brian. He laughed and shouted wildly. The deafening voice made Psylocke’s ears roar. It took a long time to hear what he was saying clearly.

“That’s it, victory?”

Psylocke couldn’t believe it, but the scene on the battlefield made her believe it.

For the first time, the multiverse defeated the Beyond God Realm with an overwhelming advantage!

However, Psylocke always felt that something was wrong. Where was it? She looked around carefully, but there was nothing else around except the corpses.

Hmm? Corpses?

Psylocke turned her stiff head and looked around in panic. The remains of the cartographer and the Celestials were not surprising, but what was the situation of the rest?

Ivory King? When did they also start leaving corpses behind?

Psylocke thought carefully, it seemed that since they sent the War Fortress to the battlefield and the Transcendence Gods closed the space gate, the bodies of the Ivory Kings no longer disappeared.

Could it be that the space gate was closed and they could not return to their origin?

No, no! How could the dignified Ivory King be bound by a mere space gate? Even if they were separated by two universes, they could return whenever they wanted.

Something is wrong!

Psylocke’s muscles were tense, and she raised the Sword in the Stone. She patted Brian’s shoulder vigilantly. Brian turned around, his face also full of solemnity. He also realized something.

More and more people noticed that something was wrong, the cheers gradually faded away, and the battlefield suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

“Defense!” The War Fortress spread Merlin’s old voice throughout the battlefield. The British captains did not rush to think about it. They set up energy shields like a conditioned reflex, formed a defensive formation in groups of three or five, and gathered around the War Fortress.

A golden light shone on the war fortress, and a small energy matrix emerged faintly, connecting with the British captains around to form the strongest defense mode.

The builders also began to operate the war platforms to merge. Whenever two platforms met, they would operate the platforms to connect together, share energy, and defend with all their strength.

For a time, only the Celestials were still cruising on the battlefield. They were mechanical creations that were not afraid of life and death, and were renewable “resources”. Whether they were cannon fodder or pathfinders, they were the best candidates.

Psylocke and Brian leaned together, forming a small defensive magic circle with the other three British captains, and then connected to other magic circles, one ring after another, and finally formed a huge defense chain, entangled on the war fortress.

“Look there!” Psylocke suddenly pointed to the distance and exclaimed, and Brian and the other British captains looked over instantly.

That was the body of the Ivory King closest to them, with his head and body separated, and the head and the headless body were not far away. There was also a basketball-sized hole on his chest. He should have been half-dead by a cannon from the war fortress, and then a British captain made up for it.

At this moment, the body of the Ivory King suddenly trembled strangely, and wisps of fine powder drifted from the body. Slowly, the whole body, including the head not far away, turned into powder and floated everywhere.

The magic light on the war fortress changed, and a hurricane suddenly blew up in the void, trying to gather the powder together, but the powder was not affected at all, as if it was in a different dimension.

The wind stopped and the rain fell, lightning and thunder roared, and the war fortress kept changing magic, but none of them worked.

“What is this?” Merlin’s hands flashed with magic halo, stopped the operation far beyond, frowned and thought.

“I don’t know, it may also be haze?” The God of Story shrugged indifferently.

“No, it looks like a sandstorm. I guess those Ivory Kings just came back from the Mongolian country.” Another playful voice suddenly sounded, and the two turned around, and Death was standing there without knowing when.

The God of Story’s eyes lit up, “It’s over? Where’s he?”

“Outside, he said he sensed a lot of familiar breath and wanted to reminisce about the past.”

The God of Story nodded in understanding.

“I say, aren’t you guys anxious at all?” Old Man Merlin complained helplessly, “This is obviously a new trick over there, and it might even be a killer move. How dare you still joke around like that?”

Although he said so, there was no trace of blame on Merlin’s face. His wisdom was the best in the multiverse. He could see through the whole process of many things just by starting. The God of Stories and Death were so calm. It was obvious that they knew something or had a strong enough back-up to support them. He was just a little dissatisfied that the two of them actually kept it from him.

“We don’t know what the Beyond Gods want to do.” The God of Stories raised his mouth and smiled sweetly, “We only know that no matter what tricks they play, they can’t make any waves!”

“After all, we have a secret weapon.” Death winked and continued.

Merlin raised his eyebrows and relaxed, “Okay, then let me see.”

…

On the battlefield, all the bodies of the Ivory Kings turned into ashes, which were not affected by any factors and floated all over the battlefield.

They crushed themselves to ashes in full view of the public!

The British captains were blinded by this kind of coquettish operation, but their vigilance was greatly increased.

The atmosphere on the battlefield seemed to solidify, with only the space storm humming weakly.

“Crack!” A crisp sound, not loud, but strangely spread throughout the battlefield.

Everyone’s eyes were attracted.

A figure more than three meters tall walked on the battlefield leisurely. The crisp sound was caused by him stepping on a piece of debris.

“Ivory King!” Brian whispered, his eyes shining with horror.

“Finally appeared.” Psylocke licked his lips and held the sword in the stone tightly.

The war was about to break out, but the Ivory King seemed to be unaware of it. He walked easily on the battlefield, looking left and right, like a traveler on a spring outing.

The British captains did not dare to act rashly. The Celestials would not be polite. They rushed forward and started to self-destruct as long as they approached a hundred meters, using suicide attacks to test.

The Ivory King pulled his mouth, as if he was laughing at their stupidity, and there was no movement. The aftermath of the explosion could not get close to him a hundred meters away.

He walked step by step, stepping on the heartbeat of everyone with every step, ignoring the overwhelming explosion, and walked freely.

Suddenly, he stopped, looked around, and seemed to think the place was good. He nodded with satisfaction and sat down.

Hmm? Sitting down?

Everyone was confused. Neither the British captains nor Merlin, who was hiding in the dark, knew what he wanted to do.

The Ivory King completely ignored everyone’s suspicions, looked up at the void, his eyes seemed a little sad and nostalgic, and then he raised his hands and suddenly closed them, and a dazzling white light suddenly lit up on his chest.

The white light suddenly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, it became even bigger than the war fortress.

It was not until then that the British captains saw clearly what it was.

Magic circle! A huge, unfamiliar magic circle.

Merlin’s eyes widened, and his turbid pupils were brighter than ever. He was the most powerful person in the multiverse and the person who knew magic best in the multiverse, but he couldn’t understand what the magic circle was for a while.

His brain turned quickly, and the first student in the multiverse quickly entered the state, starting from the most basic runes, bit by bit nibbling away the knowledge on the magic circle.

Learning has always been his strong point.

“Energy identification, material conversion, void creation, life and death reversal…” The magic circle was analyzed by him bit by bit, and the expression on his face became more and more horrified.

Neither the God of Stories nor Death disturbed him. The two stood side by side and looked deeply at the Ivory King.

“Magic power and transcendent power are mixed together and expressed in another system. Sure enough, the two universes are cannibalizing each other. Not only are we devouring their power, they are also absorbing our knowledge.” The God of Stories sighed.

Death lifted his long hair and was silent.

“I understand! I understand!” Merlin stared and roared wildly, “The remains of the cartographer are the land, the body of the Ivory King is the seeds, and the magic circle is the fertilizer, the spring rain, and the catalyst! And the Ivory King, he is a farmer… No, that’s not right, he is also part of the magic circle, he is sacrificing himself, nourishing the land with everything he has, he… is sowing…”

…

In the center of the magic circle, the Ivory King took a last look at this world, buried all his nostalgia in his heart, closed his eyes, and rushed into the magic circle without hesitation, exploding.

His body, his divine power, his origin, everything vanished into thin air, turning into the most fertile nutrients, nourishing the seeds of hope.

It’s raining.

The British captains were surprised to find that on the battlefield covered with space storms, it was actually drizzling, which was a spectacle that had never appeared on the battlefield!

Then, the seeds sprouted.

Strands of tender white light, like tender shoots emerging from the soil after rain, emerged from the debris all over the ground, grew with the wind, and grew more than a foot in a few breaths.

All the British captains changed their faces. They didn’t recognize that kind of white light, but they would never forget the familiar breath on the white light until they died.

Ivory King! Every ray of white light contained the breath of the Ivory King, and it was extremely powerful.

But this was not the key, the key was that there were too many!

Those white lights, densely packed like bamboo shoots after rain, grew without stopping, as if endless, even more than the cartographers who had played before.

They couldn’t be allowed to continue! The British captains looked at each other and saw determination in each other’s eyes.

“Kill!” Captain Britain’s Legion attacked again, and the combat platform and war fortress also opened fire at the same time, striving to kill all the Ivory Kings before they “grew up”.

But how can we kill them all? There are too many of them!

The spirit butterfly landed on the wreckage, and the Sword in the Stone cut across five groups of white light. She turned around and cut another six groups with the energy blade. She held two swords and ran wildly among the groups of white lights, killing all the white lights in her path.

However, she was not happy at all. During the break between attacks, she looked around and saw that the white light had grown to the height of her chest and was still endless. Even in the place where she had just harvested, there was new white light coming out.

The magic circle has been destroyed, but the effect of sowing has not stopped.

Can this be won? Psylocke was at a loss.

Once all these ivory kings are “already mature”, is there any hope for the multiverse?

“No, there are too many!” Brian panted and ran to her side, with despair on his face, “We can’t kill them all…”

Psylocke bit her lip, her arms hanging down weakly, looking at the “ivory seedlings” that were growing better and better, and smiled bitterly, “Is this the end of the multiverse?”

“No! The gods will definitely find a way! Didn’t you say that? They must have a new trump card to open the war fortress!” Brian said firmly.

Spirit Butterfly was silent, is this really the case? She doesn’t know either.

“Woo…” The shrill horn sound sounded again, and the expressions of Psylocke and Brian changed. It was the name given by the war fortress, but its meaning was different from the last time. This time, it meant retreat.

Have you given up? Psylocke and Brian looked at each other helplessly, broke through the space, and prepared to teleport to the interior of the war fortress.

However, a hand suddenly grabbed Brian’s ankle and pulled him off the space door.

Brian decisively drew his sword and cut off a section of his slightly tender arm. Psylocke also exited the space door and stood with the sword in his hand, his eyes full of horror.

Ivory King, mature!

An ivory king of about 1.8 meters is completely composed of white light, and is transforming from white light into a solid body bit by bit. His size can only be regarded as a child in the Transcendence God Clan, but his strength is not low at all. The arm that was chopped off by Brian was gradually recovering in the white light.

Lingdie swallowed hard and looked around. Within a hundred meters, there were at least a hundred “children” of the Ivory King, surrounding the two of them.

The ivory kings are not in a hurry to attack. Just like a pack of wolves surrounding their prey, they shrink the circle little by little and slowly enjoy the pleasure of driving the prey to a desperate situation.

During this process, their bodies are still growing, growing taller with every step, and it won’t be long before they grow into mature ivory kings.

The space has been blocked. Psylocke and Brian are back to back, silent, but they are invariably accumulating strength in their chests.

Self-destruction has become the only option.

“I’m sorry.” Brian suddenly said, “I really shouldn’t have taken you out.”

“No, I volunteered.” Lingdie responded with a smile, his thoughts wandering, “Except for you, I have no other relatives. In that universe, there is nothing worthy of my nostalgia. Well, maybe there are some, Skye, Barton, Red, and my boss Eric…”

Brian was silent for a moment and then said bitterly, “You will never see them again.”

“Yeah, I really want to say goodbye to them…”

“It’s not a separation between life and death, why are you saying goodbye?” A figure arrogantly broke through the void, broke through the blockade of the Ivory King, and appeared in front of Lingdie like a savior, looking at her with a smile, “What? You still receive my salary. , just sneaked out to do private work? You don’t take me as the boss seriously!”