Marvel: I am the leader of the mutant race

Chapter 141 Chapter 141: Who gives whom the courage?

Jack's death caused a huge reaction in the memory gallery:

Countless wards with closed doors collapsed and were destroyed one after another. All the guilty memories belonging to Jack were wiped out in an instant. The remaining rooms joined together again after a ray of white light. From this moment on, there was only Mark in them. And Steve's memory.

Mark stared blankly at the changes in front of him, and after a trance, he subconsciously looked down at Jack's body, but he found that it was not only Jack's memory that disappeared after the white light, but Jack's personality was also completely wiped out.

He raised the two scimitars that shone with cold light in his hands, and with the reflection on them, he carefully looked at his current attire: the hood and cloak were gone, replaced by a set of solid armor that was armed to the teeth. Armor; the two crescent daggers on his chest were gone, and he could feel two more scabbards on his back that fit the two scimitars in his hands...

The thick armor provided him with excellent defense, but it didn't slow him down at the same time.

Whether it is in terms of strength or speed, he can clearly feel the great improvement that has surpassed everything. It is no exaggeration to say that the current him can at least beat ten of himself in the past!
"Can I still change back?"

As this thought came to mind, Mark felt that his hands were empty. He looked down and saw that he had transformed into the most familiar Moon Knight costume.

Like a child who got a new toy, he took the trouble to switch back and forth between the armor suit and the cloak suit. After going back and forth dozens of times, he finally realized that he shouldn't do these things in his current situation. .

"Steve!"

Mark finally remembered this second personality that entered the memory that he least wanted to remember. He looked around, but found that he could no longer tell which door was the ward that Steve broke into. Already...

"calm down."

After wandering in place for a few times, Mark casually walked to the door of a ward. He held the handle of the ward door with his hand, closed his eyes and hypnotized himself: "This is your memory corridor, your inner world. This is idealism, no matter what you want, as long as you really want it, you can definitely do it!"

"Crack!"

The handle turned and the door opened.

The darkness inside forced Mark, who had just come in from the clean and bright memory corridor, to squint his eyes and try to adapt. With the still bright moonlight in the sky, he quickly recognized the dilapidated temple in front of him - the Moon Temple!

The entire ruined temple looked very abrupt in the desolate desert. Thinking about it now, Mark seemed to have suddenly appeared in front of him. Whether it was the time when he was seriously injured and dying, or the reason why he was seriously injured and dying, Everything seems to be a script that has already been written.

There are no holy steps on the road leading to the temple gate, only steep sandy slopes covered with footprints.

Mark quickly climbed up using his hands and feet. At a glance, he saw the second personality Steve who was hiding outside the door and peeking his head, and himself who had entered the temple and was crawling hard.

"Hey! Steve!"

From Jack's memory, Mark already knew that an outsider like him in his memory could not have any impact on the plot, so he directly faced Steve who was hiding outside the door and was obviously startled by his own voice. He opened his mouth and said: "I'm really looking for you, a damn, disobedient guy!"

Seeing Mark walking towards him in such a swagger, Steve rushed forward and tried to cover his mouth with his hand, but how could Mark give in? He slapped Steve's outstretched hand open, and then followed the trend Grabbing his forearm, he pinned him down on the soft sand with his backhand.

"I apologize, Mark!"

Steve spat out the sand in his mouth, turned his head desperately to look at Mark, who was pressing him down, and explained guiltily: "I chased him thinking you had killed the child, but...after seeing what my mother said to me, After everything you did, I, I..."

Steve hesitated a few times and then said softly: "After all, you were still just a child at that time."

When Mark heard this, he unconsciously recalled everything he had just seen in Jack's memory. He stared blankly at Steve, who was pressed by him on the sand, and the strength in his hands couldn't help but loosen a little.

Steve noticed the change and jerked away from Mark's front. He patted the fine gravel on the sweater, walked up and patted the latter's shoulder gently: "You may be wrong. Mark, but mom really shouldn’t have treated you like that. I’m sorry for what happened to you, I…”

"Don't say any more."

Mark waved his hand, directly interrupting his emotion.

After seeing Jack's memories, he knew that everything his mother had done to him was deserved. After that, he could no longer comfort himself and said: "You didn't mean it, those were just unavoidable accidents." , he couldn’t deceive himself, and he didn’t want to deceive anyone else.

"I don't know what you saw or how much you saw."

Mark pointed at Steve and said seriously: "From now on, never mention this matter in front of me. You know, the reason why those memories are dusty is because as long as I think about them... I I really don’t want to go through this again!”

Steve looked at Mark with sympathetic eyes and promised: "I promise you, Mark, I will never mention those things again from now on."

The two hugged each other in silence, and separated from each other in silence.

Finally, Steve, who still had a big heart, broke the deadlock: "Can we continue?"

"I mean, I respect your privacy, Mark. If you don't want me to browse your memories anymore, then let's go out... Maybe, you can take a look at my memories?"

"thank you for your kindness."

Mark sighed softly and then shook his head and said: "There is nothing to hide in this section, but some of the things that happen next may exceed your current understanding of the world. You are here now, so just leave after reading it. Maybe , it’s not necessarily that you can get something from it.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Mark took the lead and walked into the dilapidated temple that was so dark that only the moonlight illuminated it.

Steve followed in confused. He glanced at the past Mark who had just crawled under the huge statue of Kongsu, the moon god. He didn't feel much fear in his heart, because although the Mark in his memory seemed to be dying not long ago, , but since he can now stand beside him and browse this memory with him, it means that he must have survived.

Although he was not afraid, Steve still had a lot of doubts in his heart: for example, Mark's abdomen that was constantly bleeding in his memory.

He lifted up his sweater and carefully searched his belly, but all the skin he saw was extremely smooth, and only the sharp-edged muscles could be felt by his groping fingers. a feeling of.

Looking at Mark who was walking up the steps, he temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart. Since Mark said what he said before, all his current doubts will definitely be answered in the near future.

"Beyond my current cognition?"

Steve stood in the middle of the temple and looked around at the dilapidated temple: "Super technology, help from superheroes, aliens?"

Under the illumination of the moonlight, he subconsciously looked at the statue of the moon god Kongsu standing on the altar holding the staff of the moon god: "It can't be that the god has appeared..." No one answered his words. Talking to himself, Mark began to circle around the statue of Kongsu after he walked up to the altar. He knew that he had now turned against the god who gave him new life and provided him with strength. Since In this case, it is better to understand the other party as much as possible before the other party is ready to increase your chances of winning.

At this moment, Mark, who was lying paralyzed on the steps under the altar, weakly let go of the hand that had been covering the wound on his abdomen. He looked down at the wound that was almost no longer bleeding, and knew that he might not live long. Thinking of the enemies who were still chasing him, he made an extremely decisive decision after countless struggles in his heart:

Rather than lingering until someone catches up and tortures you to death, it’s better to end it on your own now and be happy!
He took out the pistol from the holster, pulled off the scarf around his neck and put the muzzle of the gun against his soft chin.

The gun is loaded and the safety is on. As long as he pulls the trigger, the bullet with huge kinetic energy will pass through his brain in an instant, destroy his consciousness and soul, and take away his miserable life...

"What a waste of life!"

A hoarse and deep voice sounded from the statue of the moon god Kongsu. The two Marks in the temple, past and present, and Steve, who had been worried from the moment Mark took the gun and prepared to commit suicide, all looked up at that man. Under the moonlight, the awe-inspiring statue of Shen Zhuan.

"I can feel the pain in your heart."

The hoarse voice sounded again, and then Kong Su fell into silence as if he was savoring it.

Mark, who was about to commit suicide, and Steve, who was in shock, almost asked in unison:

"hmm...what are you?!"

"Mark! What the hell is this!?"

"I am Kongsu, the moon god."

The statue answered calmly: "I am looking for a warrior."

"Good luck."

Mark, who was lying paralyzed on the steps, put down the pistol in his hand weakly. He rested his head on the uneven stone steps, and prepared to chat with this guy who didn't know whether he was a god or a devil before he died.

Steve looked for Mark in a panic, and now he agrees with what the latter said to himself just now: what happened now is indeed beyond his current cognition!

But Mark's operation was even more beyond his comprehension: this guy actually followed the Luna's stick, and stood majestically on the arm of the Luna Kongsu holding the stick! ! !
"What are you doing, Mark!"

Hearing Steve's scream in the temple, Mark held the Luna Staff with one hand, lowered his head, waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "You don't have to worry about me, just watch."

At this moment, the Moon God Kongsu began to speak again to Mark who was lying on the stone steps: "Do what I do, see what I see, avenge me, and make the final punishment for me on those evildoers." Judgment, dedicate your body to me, and destroy those bad people who are full of evil and deserve their crimes..."

"You want to die?"

"Still want to live?"

While Kong Su was speaking, Mark had already climbed onto his body along his arm. This guy looked and touched Kong Su's ferocious bird head, which made Steve tremble with fear.

The actions of the two people beyond memory had no impact on the conversation in this memory. Mark, who was lying on the stone steps, took a breath and answered vaguely: "I don't know."

After Kong Su heard this, he immediately said: "I can feel the fragmentation in your heart. This is really fascinating! Now, you are qualified to serve me, and in exchange, I will let you live."

"Will you swear to protect the night travelers and avenge me on those who hurt them?"

Steve looked at Mark on the stone steps, and then at Mark who was pressing Kongsu's sharp beak on his nose. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the moonlight shining into the temple became brighter and brighter. up!

"Will you swear to protect the night travelers and avenge me on those who hurt them?"

Kongsu asked for the second time.

At this time, Steve finally confirmed that his discovery was not an illusion—the moonlight was really brighter!

"I am willing!"

As Mark's voice fell on the stone steps, the bright moonlight falling from the top of the temple turned a corner in mid-air in a manner that violated the laws of physics and fell directly on Mark. At the same time, Steve's exclamation , a bird-headed monster wearing a white shroud of the ruined moon and holding a staff of the moon god appeared silently next to the statue of Kongsu!

What is even more frightening is that the real body of Kong Su did not turn his gaze to the dying representative Mark, whom he was supposed to be watching. Instead, after a brief confusion, he directly raised his head and looked at the man who was trying to knock open the statue of Kong Su. Take a look inside your head to see what's hidden inside Tsukima Makoto!

"Mark Spector!"

Kong Su slammed the Moon God Staff on the altar in his hand, and his voice was unprecedentedly furious: "You traitor who betrayed the contract, who gave you the courage to return to my temple!?"

"Haha."

Mark looked down at Kongsu, who was looking up at him. He was surprised that he no longer had any fear or timidity towards this god who was once so taboo. He let go of the statue of Kongsu that he had knocked open the Tianling Cover: it was empty inside. , just a simple clay sculpture.

He slid down from the statue of Kong Su with both hands and feet. After patting the dust on his hospital gown as white as snow, he walked up to Kong Su without fear and said, "Now, I will exchange this question with you." …”

"Kong Su, who gave you the courage to appear in my memory?"

Just when Kong Su reacted belatedly, two voices sounded in the temple in no particular order:

"You know, this is the world Yuri built himself!"

"You know, this is a world I built with my own hands..."

……

(End of this chapter)