The Saint Seiya Who Shines in Marvel

Le Xia recalled the plot of "The Amazing Spider-Man", and then said unsurely, "I seem to have seen on the news that the Osborne Group has developed a technology that can store a long cable in a very large volume. Check it out. Since you are Spider-Man, it would be a shame if you can't spin your web like a spider."

'Okay, let me take a look, hey, there is a tensile strength biological cable. A ball can hold hundreds of meters long. I can use this to make a spider silk launcher. Then I can fly over the wall, um, this The idea is great, I'm going to do it...'

After getting Parker, Le Xia hung up, dragged out the holy suitcase, and began to think about her future.

As the Saint Seiya Reserve, there is only one way for Le Xia to become stronger, that is, to understand the universe, put on the saint clothing, and become a true saint.

But the current situation is that he has not yet reached the standard to become a saint warrior, and the saint clothing doesn't know how to take it out of the saint clothing box.

So if you want to improve your strength enough to compete with Hawkeye in a short period of time, you can only think of another way.

Since there is no holy clothing, then I have to go back and choose Mo Yi.

Cultivating Senluo Wanxiang to the highest point can realize the Qi in the body, forming an ink garment on the body surface that has the same defensive power as a holy cloth.

However, compared with the saint clothing, Mo Yi's defensive power is a bit playful, and it is almost useless in front of the Saint Seiya who has the ability to destroy matter from the atomic level.

Originally, Le Xia didn't want to make this flashy ink suit, it was a waste of time and energy.

But for him now, Mo Yi is a rare armor.

Although it is not as good as the saint clothing, it should be no problem to resist the eagle eye and a wave of black arrows.

When sitting cross-legged on the Saint Clothes Box, Le Xia made a decision that as long as he didn't die on it tonight, he would not take the initiative.

He swore that he would never let anyone point an arrow at his head again.

With a mortal determination, Le Xia persisted for a full hour on the Saint Suitcase, which was double the half hour of the previous night.

Until the end, when he almost fainted due to the extreme discomfort of his body, the Saint Suitcase automatically cut off the exercise on him.

Fortunately, this is the case, otherwise, he is likely to become a traverser who has practiced himself to death because of his practice.

Le Xia, who was on the verge of collapse, completely subconsciously began to cultivate the world after the Holy Suitcase universe stopped.

Ten times as high as the feeling rushed all over his body, and he was instantly hilarious.

When Sen Luo Wanxiang stopped, Le Xia opened her eyes, and two fires of more than ten centimeters long appeared in her eyes.

The fire began to spread to the body, the tattered jacket was torn off, and the golden red Vermilion pattern appeared on the back.

Immediately afterwards, the fire light suddenly soared, submerging Le Xia's whole body. Five seconds later, the fire light dissipated, and he was already wearing a black battle suit.

Suzaku's ink clothes, appear!

The ink robes are black, and the coverage of the Vermillion Bird ink robes even surpasses that of the silver robes, almost as much as the gold robes. Not only that, there are also a pair of black wings on the back.

Looking at herself in the mirror wearing a Vermillion Bird's ink suit, Le Xia vaguely seemed to see the real star warrior, Benu Niao Huihuo for a moment.

At least there is a seven-to-eighth likeness, but in terms of styling, the lines of Zhuquemoyi are slightly smoother than Mingyi, and it looks slightly less aggressive.

As Le Xia's consciousness moved, the black wings behind her suddenly opened, and Le Xia's legs gradually lifted off the ground under a light pat.

"Well, it's becoming more and more like a fire," Le Xia muttered to herself, and the black helmet pressed down the bangs in front of her forehead, covering half of her face.

"Since I have borrowed the name of Huihuo, let's do something Bennu should do. I want the life of the Russian Mafia."

A black wind flashed, and Le Xia in the room had disappeared.

Outside the abandoned factory building, Patton changed a surveillance location. Although Le Xia and the two have retreated, as agents, he cannot stay in the exposed location for too long, so it is necessary to change the location.

Jimmy returned to the car and discussed the matter with Patton through the communicator.

"Who are those two people?" Jimmy said with some fear. "The guy who fought me has very poor experience, but the speed is so fast that I almost can't keep up, and his body is as hard as a rock. He didn't respond much, but my hands were numb."

Button held a telescope to observe the surroundings at the new location. "I don't know too much, but it should not be a normal human. The S.H.I.

"Sister Romanov is also level 7 with you. If you don't know it, I don't even know it." Jimmy gently tapped the steering wheel with his fingers regretfully.

"However, after this mission, you will be able to upgrade your level, and you will be able to access relevant information at that time."

"Don't be too happy," Button relentlessly slapped, "Even if we get in touch, you still can't tell you if your level is not enough...Wait a minute, what is that?"

Jimmy looked into the sky, seeing nothing in the dark.

But in Patton's telescope, he clearly saw a large flying object flying towards him.

The flying object flew very fast, perhaps 700 to 800 kilometers per hour, and among the known birds, the fastest peregrine falcon flew less than 400 kilometers per hour.

"F! Is this special?"

The flying object gradually approached, and Patton probably saw his outline clearly, it was a humanoid object flapping its wings.

Wing-type aircraft are fixed wing and rely on propellers to provide power to fly, and this humanoid object flies by flapping its wings, obviously its flying ability is its own, rather than relying on equipment.

When the black humanoid object flew over the abandoned factory building and hovered with its wings flapping, Patton was even more convinced of this.

Knocked on the microphone, Button whispered, "Nat, I think we are in trouble."

ZNI020 or ZNI 020

Because of the distance, Patton can clearly see every detail of Le Xia through the telescope, except for his face covered by the mask.

Because Mo Yi is a manifestation of its own Qi, Le Xia can change its shape in a small range, such as extending the helmet part out of a mask to cover the face.

This is also the tradition of superheroes.

Since they have all flown here so much, it would be too much if you don't make a big one. If the scene is big, hiding your identity can naturally save a lot of trouble.

As for Hawkeye, Le Xia wanted to ask for advice this time, thank him for his mercy just now.

"There are no mechanical devices on the body, and the possibility of exoskeleton armor is ruled out," Patton is still observing, while introducing to the other end of the microphone, "This completely violates scientific common sense. His wings are like growing on his back. The same, although I don't want to admit it, it is very likely that this is really a birdman."

"Birdman? Francis, are you sure you have no hallucinations?"

In the workshop, the short-haired woman was sitting with the Rankhoff brothers, and after hearing Barton's words, she couldn't help but ask.

The Rankhoff brothers on the opposite side asked curiously, "Sister Rushman, what kind of bird is yours."

"Oh, I'm... watch it for yourself." Rushman just wanted to explain, a bright fire suddenly lit up outside the window. In the fire, a black'birdman' was flashing its wings domineeringly.

This plant is the base camp of the Russian Mafia. Hundreds of gang members are gathering at this time. Naturally, they have seen all the movements made by Le Xia.

Seeing the appearance of the "Birdman", almost everyone felt a sense of crisis. Without any distinction, everyone came out of the house with their weapons in their arms.

On the stairs, in the windows, gangsters with long and short guns stood everywhere.

As leaders, Vladimir and Anatoly will naturally not blindly step forward to interfere, and their younger brother will do it for them.