Marvel Reverses Wolverine

The old man with a brown linen cap wrapped around his head took a torch soaked in oil, lifted the oil lamp, and lit it with a bean-sized flame.

The crude firewood room built with loess bricks and stones mixed with straw is much brighter.

The people gathered in the room could see the British guy more clearly, squatting on the ground and using his fingers in the dust to outline the symbols they are all too familiar with.

".In ancient Egyptian culture, the triangle mostly represented the 'all-seeing eye', also known as the 'all-seeing eye', standing on the tip of the pyramid, representing the sun god 'Ra' staring at his people, but—"

Professor Jackson's indented nails first drew a triangle without a base, drew a circle in the middle, and then drew a cross underneath, which together looked like a scepter.

Jackson, who hadn't drank much water all day, and his voice was a little hoarse and aged, continued with difficulty:

"...But, ahem, but it was found that the relic stone slab engraved with this imprint has been analyzed by carbon atoms, and it is even earlier than the earliest excavated mural site with the 'eye of omniscience', and the meaning it represents... points to Destroy and create everything, inherit the revelation from heaven."

The old professor patted the dust on his palms, looked at the surrounding Egyptians who were still staring at the pattern representing 'Apocalypse' on the ground with serious expressions, and didn't even have the slightest intention to bring himself a glass of water.

"We are heretics."

The young man who can speak English said in a deep voice. He has thick eyebrows, an aquiline nose, and a narrow distance between his eyebrows.

".Here, there are believers who believe in the sun god, as well as Christian and Catholic believers, but few of them know about our Lord's 'Apocalypse', and we don't dare to speak out, just like gerbils in the desert, hiding in the dark for generations .”

Professor Jackson stretched his sore thighs, and the small woodshed was full of unspeakable sadness, but it was also faintly full of piety and firmness.

".We are the last group of people who still silently stick to our Lord's faith. Even if it wasn't for these two years that we can see those 'evolved people' on TV and even in our lives, my generation will completely lose their faith in the Lord. Hold on, but—”

The young Apocalypse stood up. He suddenly raised his arms and shouted in Arabic, the daily language of Egyptians:

"God's people have awakened, and the era of 'Apocalypse' will come again. Devout believers have persisted for thousands of years, and will eventually receive His most generous mercy, leading us into His kingdom of God, and we, Everyone can become a god!"

"Enshabanur!"

"Enshabanur!"

Professor Jackson watched the apocalypse believers in a room chanting the name of the Lord they believed in loudly, but he also understood that this belonged to a relatively traditional religious culture.

After a while, the prayers gradually died down, and the hooked-nosed man grabbed Jackson's arm, and the hostility in his words was gone.

"You, you should look at this, maybe you can help us unlock the secrets on this steeple!"

"Oh! What is that?"

Just as Professor Jackson wanted to ask for a glass of water, he was involuntarily dragged by the group of Apocalypse believers to the courtyard next door. In the middle of the courtyard was a dark pit that still smelled like earth. sky.

The hooked-nosed man walked in front with a torch, and got into the hole with a low body. The professor didn't know whether he was hungry or the nature of archaeologists. He rubbed his unshaven chin and looked energetic followed in.

Under the high crescent moon, seven or eight figures rustled into a pit, and there were a few ear-piercing meows from outside, making it even more strange.

Stepping on the earth and rocks in the potholes deeply and shallowly under the feet, many broken stone slabs and stone walls inside are engraved with petroglyphs that are very similar to the first dynasty of ancient Egypt.

Just as the old professor wanted to call the man in front of him to stop, and let his torch come closer so that he could carefully look at the symbols engraved on the stone slab beside him, he raised his head, but he just froze on the spot.

"Professor Jackson, this is my Lord's, the Golden Spire."

Karlis Jackson, who is over fifty years old and has visited ancient civilizations in Egypt and around the world, has never seen such a magnificent and magnificent obelisk top.

Under the light of the sizzling fire, the nearly two-meter-high pure gold obelisk is engraved with mysterious symbols representing the apocalypse and delicate and profound lines.

It has resisted the decay and dust of thousands of years, and crossed the turbid mud flow buried under the long river of history.

Professor Jackson can even imagine how brilliant it will be when it is placed on the top of the pyramid, a towering and towering miracle building.

Perhaps it was the people of ancient Egypt who saw this pure gold spire and imagined the "eye of omniscience" overlooking the world.

The old professor's eyes were immersed in the golden light, and he whispered softly in his voice:

"En Sabah Nur, who are you?"

"Hey! Who are you?"

In a remote cemetery in Texas.

The old and skinny cemetery keeper was holding a thick long steel hook for lifting the coffin. He moved the cheap and empty coffin by the side of the pit little by little, which was very dedicated.

Holding on to the waist that had just been pulled, the gravekeeper spit out strangely colored thick phlegm into the pit again.

"Master, what do you mean by bringing this person?"

His voice is like a leaky bellows, and there is always something blocked in his chest, no wonder he always likes to clear his throat and cough around.

The gravekeeper looked at the tall man dressed like a cowboy in front of him, and questioned Master Gu Yi in bad words.

"Carter Slay, the contract has been guarded and kept by him for more than a hundred years. Whether you can get it is up to you, Mr. Howlett."

The tomb keeper frowned upon hearing the words of the supreme mage. He sneered, watched the young man rub the brim of his black cowboy hat, and said seriously to himself:

"James Howlett, you are here to ask for the 'Contract of St. Van Gonzale'. I heard from the ancient master that you rejected Mephisto more than 150 years ago, did not give the contract to him, and have been preserved to this day."

James picked up his hat and held it in his hand. He looked around the cemetery that may have existed for more than a century. He didn't care about the more dangerous eyes of the cemetery guards, and continued:

".But now I need you to take out the contract, let Mephisto come here to get a ray of will to 'Saint Van Gonza', so that his real body can step into the reality dimension of the earth, so...let us Hunt him."

"Yo ho! Pooh."

Carter Sley spit out the yellow-brown dirt again, rubbed the corner of his mouth with the same stained sleeve indifferently, and turned his head to look at the Supreme Mage who stood with his hands behind his back, never saying a word, with a half-smile .

"Mage, where did you find such a stupid boy? I've always thought that you drove Mephisto away for me and respected you mystics. Could it be that you were possessed by a demon god from some dimension?"

Gu Yi lifted his hood, his expression was as cold as ever, and he said calmly:

"It's worth a try, Mr. Shi Lei, I know you've already had enough of living in this inhuman, non-evil world. The treasure of Kama Taj's inheritance can guarantee that even if the expected effect is not achieved, it will not change for the better. No, this Mr. Howlett has the ability to hold Mephisto back."

"Howlett, Howlett, boy, who is that Howlett who killed the American vampires during the Civil War?"

Carter Slay leaned on the iron hook with one hand, twisted his hips and pondered for a while, the creases on his face and the tangled beard stubble piled up like a mess.

"It's me, Mr. Shi Lei. If I could have met you at that time, I would be considered an acquaintance of the same age."

Compared with the crumbling and thin figure of the tomb keeper, James is as youthful as a hundred years ago, adding a bit of mystery.

". No wonder. But, it's so far away, Howlett, so far away, those creatures are compared to Mephisto, ho! I—"

hum!

An extremely thin but dazzling red light shot into the sky, blood-red streamers rippled all over James' body, and his hair fluttered automatically without wind, as if bathed in the flame-red fire.

Just when the gravekeeper sneered and wanted to refuse again, he watched the man in front of him gushing out endless life energy from his body, but instead choked back the thick phlegm he was about to spit out.

"Hiss!"

Carter Sley bit his two fingers and blew a sharp whistle. From nowhere in the distance came the neighing of a fierce horse, and the clattering of the horse's hooves became clearer and more vigorous. It sounded like a rare good horse.

"More than one hundred and fifty years ago! There was a mounted policeman in Texas. He was framed by a big landlord and thrown into prison. For revenge and freedom, he made a deal with the devil. Since then, the fire of hell has been added! He has become a cat. The Evil Spirit, a bounty hunter who serves the devil."

Hush!

The tall black horse hurriedly stopped beside the grave guard. Its skeleton was extremely thick, but it had little flesh. The shriveled back and abdomen bones stood out, as if there was only a piece of skin left on a horse bone.

Carter Sley jumped on the horseback suddenly and vigorously, the black iron hook in his hand trembled, pressed the brim of the whitish cowboy hat, and said in a solemn voice:

".He was ordered to take back a contract, which was a contract with the devil, a soul contract of thousands of evil spirits in an extremely evil village. The last conscience of the mounted policeman told him that he could not give this most evil thing to him. The devil, since then he has been hiding in the world, neither human nor ghost, neither dead nor alive."

The atmosphere in the cemetery became more and more dignified. The ancient mage put his bare hands on both sides of his body, and while he was waving the formula, the crooked tombstones in the cemetery were folded and flipped like a kaleidoscope, and countless glazed mirrors were crackling all over the place. This piece of heaven and earth.

"Howlett! Look at the power of the devil's minions, if you can't even match this old ghost knight! Hehe!"

boom!

Fierce flames exploded from the depths of Carter Sley's cloudy pupils, and the bright yellow flame instantly wrapped the gravekeeper's head. He and the mount under his crotch were like torches soaked in oil, and were burned all over his body in an instant. .

Flesh, flesh, skin and hair were burnt to nothingness, the old face turned into a skull burning with raging flames, and the solid fire balls between the eye sockets turned into pupils, but none of the clothes on the body were burned. It's just that his body has swollen and burly.

The sitting black horse trotted its hooves and roared, its nose slammed, and it spewed out columns of black smoke and fire. After bathing in the flames of hell, it also turned into a flaming skeleton horse, with its four hooves wrapped around the tongue of flames, and it fell on the ground from time to time. Trampling out one by one burning marks.

quack quack!

Ghost Rider's skull knocked up and down, his jaws and jaws creaked crisply, and the flames of hell burned all the way down the iron hook held in the palm of the bone, reshaping its shape like melting at high temperature.

The hook extended thicker and longer, sharp and ferocious like a sickle, and clusters of silver-white barbs stood up, like a one-handed war sickle held in one hand.

"Blood. Killing. You, you are full of sins!"

Carter Sley's voice became extremely rough and piercing. He raised his scythe obliquely, reined in his horse and raised his hooves and roared sharply. Looking at the man opposite him, he was furious, full of inexplicable hatred.

Bone blades slowly stabbed out of James' finger bones, and patches of sapphire-colored bone formed an arm shield on both sides of his forearm. Facing the ghost knight bathed in flames, he grinned and turned to look at the ancient mage .

"Master, you should have brought me to meet this Mr. Sley, he looks very decent! I just don't know how to do it."

Gu Yi reversed the spatial position of the mirror world with a wave of his hand, rapidly expanding and widening the border of the battlefield. Looking at the ghost knight covered in hell flames, he said seriously with a stern expression:

"Mr. Howlett, the origin of the fire of hell is complicated. It has the power of the spirit of revenge and the demon Zatanos. You should be careful."

"ha!"

The Ghost Rider charged forward with his horse, his bone hooves stepped on the ground of the mirror world, bursting out clusters of sparks, just like a blacksmith hammering down steel when forging steel, the momentum is booming, one ride is like a thousand!

boom!

Between the flesh and blood of James' legs and feet, streamers of dao symbols burned like irons, stepped on the triangular red formation plate floating out of thin air, burst through the sound barrier and rushed out, even faster than the knight's charge.

A blazing fire and a crimson stream collided with each other, and the chaotic space was cracked like a broken mirror, but under the blazing fire, the ghost rider, who seemed to be more powerful, was pierced by the ghost with one claw. The neck of a war horse.

The horse neighed, raised its head and screamed miserably.

Call! Law law!

"Ghost Rider. Come down!"

The bone blade of James' left arm shattered part of the neck bone of the skeleton warhorse, and he wrestled with one arm between the bones.

The zero-distance contact with the flames of hell burned the leather clothing on his body, but the tough white jade skin was only burnt red, and occasionally a little bit damaged before the naked eye could notice it, and healed intact again.

"sinner!"

James pulled out the bone blade that was as red as steel, and kicked away the skeleton horse that was trying to get up. With his right arm, he held the ghost knight and roared and chopped down the hellfire scythe. rattle.

After Carter Sley transformed into Ghost Rider, his mind was also greatly affected. In addition to being violent and manic, words like "punishment" and "guilty" came out of his mouth from time to time. Little interest.

Bang!

The right claw pierced the ghost knight's head from bottom to top, and the bone blade pierced out from the top of the skull. Holding the knight with one hand, he stopped in the air, pinched the scythe that the opponent struggled to chop, and snapped the skeleton's wrist. He took the sickle and threw it aside.

Without the support of the flames of hell, this ferocious war scythe quickly faded away, turning back into a pitch-black iron hook covered with rust.

"You should be more than that"

James looked at the flaming skull carefully. For a moment, the blazing fire on the skull seemed to be faintly extinguished, leaving only a faint flame.

He could feel that the power in Ghost Rider's body was very limited, like a candle that was about to burn out.

"Killers, people will always kill them! You, yes, are guilty!"

Staring at the depths of the Ghost Rider's empty eye sockets, a glare of light suddenly appeared in the black hole that was originally pitch black and seemed to have no sparks, as if the most blazing flame of revenge surged from the endless abyss of hell.

In the light of the fire, James saw the life he had ended in every ray of flames dancing wildly.

The Governor of Canada and his niece, who were the first to come to this world and crushed to death, wailed miserably, screaming the name of James like a ghost asking for his life,

Victor, Sebastian Shaw, and countless unfamiliar or familiar faces, the lives that have been directly or indirectly killed by James for a hundred years, turned into boundless flames of revenge, poured out from the eyes of the ghost rider's judgment. Into the eyes and soul of James.

"hiss"

Bright yellow flames ignited all over his body, and the flames ignited by Ghost Rider finally no longer just tickled. The visible flesh on James' body was charred and cracked, resembling a human torch.

"really."

Gu Yi watched as James suffered from the Ghost Knight's Judgment Eye. His flesh was burnt and damaged, but healed quickly and intact. Although the effect was more significant than the weak attack just now, it had no effect on him at all.

The mysterious spirit of vengeance and the soul of the demon Zatanos trigger the strongest power of the ghost knight created by the fire of hell - the eye of judgment, which is an extreme weapon to destroy the soul and will.

However, the body should not be hurt at all.

"Call this is okay."

The skin on James' face was burned away, and even the sapphire-colored bones were exposed, which was hideous and terrifying. But in a blink of an eye, he regained his heroic and masculine appearance, as handsome as an ancient Greek statue.

He shook his head, even his hair grew back, and he praised the soul attack launched by the ghost knight.

Swish!

The bone blade was received in the body, and the flesh and skin of James' left arm were strung together in lines, all the way to the palm of his hand, like a twisted chain.

He slapped the chest of the knight who was burning with little hell fire left, and the blood-red life energy flowed through the ghost knight like a chain, and soon the last flame was completely extinguished, and he turned back into an old gravekeeper, Carter Smith. thunder.

The Kama Taj secret technique, [Sabot's Thunder], was originally a powerful series of lightning-like spell attacks. Under James' re-derivation of the physical formation, it shattered hundreds of arms, and finally successfully transformed into an exclusive Own biological secret technique - flail.

It can be released into the opponent's body through physical contact or a very short distance, and the life energy condensed into a chain will flow in the body. At least in the objects that James has tried, it can block any form of energy and blood flow, and even detonate in the body. in vivo.

"You, ahem, I can't control my will very well after turning into a ghost rider, but the eye of judgment can't, it's impossible! Your soul."

James picked up the Dezhou Mounted Police who had survived for more than a hundred years by relying on the fire of hell. He obviously felt that Carter Sley, who was old and dilapidated just now, but full of energy, was obviously lacking in vitality at the moment.

"I have some special features. Although I dare not say that I am invincible to Mephisto, it is enough to hold him back. Demon gods who cannot live in the dimension of hell will no longer be invincible."

The mirrored space slowly dissipated, Gu Yi sighed, but felt faintly happy for the tomb keeper.

When she came to the two of them, she saw Mr. Shi Lei pointing at the shovel standing beside the tomb. Although his voice was weak, it was much clearer, and it did not have the congested feeling in his chest before.

"It's been more than a century. I'm like a lonely ghost. I don't want anything. I leave the last ball of hellfire to guard the contract. Rather than lingering on my last breath, it's better to atone for my sin—"

Carter Slay leaned against the tombstone beside him and nodded lightly as he watched James pick up the shovel in his hand. The latter rubbed his fingers and broke the wooden pole, revealing that there was a hollow stuffed with a yellow curly curl inside. scrolls.

"——I did a lot of things for the devil in that era. There was an enchantment of the mystic. He couldn't really enter this world, but he bewitched me to snatch and lure hundreds of undead for him. I'm guilty, guilty"

"Ha! Today should be the day when I pay for my sins. The contract is given to you. Whether the result is good or bad, hehe! It has nothing to do with old Carter!"

After a while, a breeze came.

rustle.

Carter Sley and the skinny black horse beside him quickly shriveled up like burnt charcoal, and their gray faces lasted for a moment before collapsing in the wind and flying into the sky like smoke.

Except for a cowboy hat that fell to the ground with rough edges and holes, there was no trace left.

Gu Yi watched as James picked up the hat and dusted it off. There was actually a Mounted Police badge in the cracks inside. Although the pattern on it had been oxidized and worn out, it was still faintly recognizable. Carter Slay's name.

"Sign a contract with the devil, from now on your soul will no longer belong to you, and will be wiped out after death."

"Ancient One."

James scratched the pentagonal mounted police badge with his thumb, weighed the slender contract scroll in his hand, and softly called the name of the ancient master.

"I never believed that the terms gods and devils could represent good and evil. Since the devil covets the soul of life, what about gods? If the soul is a kind of energy, a kind of resource and nutrient, will the so-called god also need it? Woolen cloth?"

He looked away from the badge, stared at Gu Yi's gray pupils with burning eyes, looked at the Supreme Mage and shook his head slightly, calmly but sadly said:

"I don't know, Mr. Howlett, you and I still have very limited understanding of this world. Although hundreds of years have passed, I am still a bird that cannot escape the snare. Maybe one day you will find The answer, but... hopefully not."

James stood quietly for a long while. He looked at the empty gray stone tablet, smiled and stuffed the police badge back into the hat, threw it into the empty coffin, and wrote on the tombstone with his fingertips like a knife:

"Carter Slay, a Texas Ranger who dared to admit and would do anything to make up for his mistakes."