Marvel: I am the leader of the mutant race

Chapter 147: Chapter 147

at the same time.

In the complex where Harrow is located, a group of Amit fanatics gathered together, surrounded by their great envoy, were singing praises to the god they believed in with high spirits, just as the song was about to reach its climax. , Harrow, who was standing high and constantly agitating, suddenly closed his mouth and looked at the back of the crowd with a serious face.

He saw an azure light spot expand into an extremely regular circle in an instant, and behind this circle, he was wearing a suit that he had never seen before, but he could tell it just by the color of the uniform. The master is Moon Knight Mark Specter and a handsome man with blond hair and golden eyes that I have never seen before!
"Everyone pay attention!"

Harrow slammed the crutch he held high onto the ground. In just a moment, countless dark purple light spots smeared the entire crutch inexplicably. An invisible wind emerged from the hall out of thin air, swirling in his hair and windbreaker. Amidst the sound of hunting, he jumped towards Laila, who was surrounded by several strong men and was forced to watch the worship ceremony, and shouted loudly:
"Enemy attack—!"

"Division of labor and cooperation."

Yuri glanced sideways at Mark beside him: "I'm going to save Laila, you come and hold Arthur Harrow."

"No problem, Mr. Summer Worker."

Yuri smiled and shook his head, and blue and orange-gold energy beams appeared on his body at the same time.

The blue one is the power of space, and the orange-gold one is the power of speed. The moment these two powers are mobilized at the same time, his speed is increased to an unimaginably terrifying level. At this moment, the entire world Everything seems to have stopped...

Whether it's Amit's agent Harrow running towards Laila with his wand, or Moon Knight Mark unfurling his cape and gliding towards Harrow, or the excited Ah's rushing towards the location of the portal. All Miter fanatics are still!
Yuri moved his wrists and ankles, and leisurely assumed a standard starting posture. After he finished all this, everyone's movements only changed a little.

Without any hesitation, he exerted force on his feet, with a brilliant trail of blue and orange-gold blending together. He seemed to have rushed into a group of immovable wooden piles, changing directions several times and finally arrived successfully. Just in time to kick her foot in front of Laila, who was between the legs of a strong man.

The transmission speed of nerve signals far exceeds people's imagination. In a world where everyone's movements are infinitely slowed down, Yuri can still easily see the rapidly distorted mask of pain on the strong man's face and his subconscious mind. The occurrence of the action of bending over and covering the crotch.

"It's so cruel!"

Judging from the shape of the tight muscles in Laila's calf outlined by the tights, the strength of this kick is not enough to exterminate the offspring, but it is still as strong as a chicken flying egg. If the unlucky strong man who received this kick is unwilling to change As for sexual orientation, I’m afraid I’ll have to say goodbye to my sexual happiness in the future.

After a moment of silence for the strong man, Yuri reached out and opened several arms that were grabbing Laila from all directions. After that, he reached out and grabbed Laila's arm to ensure that the latter would not be hurt while moving at high speed. To avoid unnecessary damage, he activated the biological force field, and the power of space and power of rapidity spread to the latter at the same time.

"Shh!"

The upper limit of the visual reception frequency of ordinary humans is very low. For Laila, she just felt that her eyes were blurred, and the surrounding environment instantly changed to another place.

"I'm a friend of Mark's."

Before Laila could get used to the physical and psychological impact of her rapid movement, Yuri got straight to the point while the latter was retching: "Where is the golden scarab?"

But he obviously underestimated how defensive a woman who had just experienced numerous psychic shocks would be against strangers: Laila covered her rumbling stomach with one hand, and stretched out her hand straight towards Yuri and made a gesture Resistance: "Don't go over... vomit... come on, I don't know what you mean... vomit!"

"I have no ill intentions towards you...forget it."

Looking at Laila who couldn't help bending over and retching, Yuri gave up the explanation. He turned around and saw Haro, who was in a daze, being kicked to the ground by Mark who was gliding down from the sky. Number of people Among the hundreds of Amit fanatics, nearly 80 people swarmed around Mark and Harrow, hoping to find an opportunity for the former of the two to have sex.

But there were still a dozen or so little clever guys. They did not choose to stand in the crowd and be cannon fodder. Instead, they rushed towards Yuri, who was leading a woman and seemed to be very capable, howling and screaming.

Yuri shook his head helplessly when he saw this. He had no intention of doing anything to deal with these ordinary people who were as weak as newborn mice in his eyes. His spiritual energy rushed into these people instantly under the mobilization of his mind. In his mind, in Laila's surprised eyes, these people who were killing him seemed to be frozen in place and motionless.

"Fight them until you die."

After Yuri's light words fell, these dozen people immediately turned around and turned towards the fanatical believers surrounding Mark and Harrow, as if they had received instructions from the gods they believed in.

"What are you doing!"

"Are your brains broken?"

"Fuck you! You thought I wouldn't fight back after we had sex, didn't you?"

Although there were only ten or twenty people, they caused unimaginable chaos. Almost all the seventy or eighty people surrounding Mark and Harrow were suppressed by these former friends who were fighting with their lives. Confused, some lucky people tried to stop him, but as soon as they got close, they were beaten to a bloody head and fell to the ground.

After several people fell to the ground like this, the remaining people were no longer soft-hearted. They raised their weapons one after another and struck hard at their former friends.

"You...uh did this!?"

After all this time, Laila could basically control herself from retching. She held her chest and looked at Yuri who turned around subtly and asked: "Mark is the attendant of the Moon God Kongsu. Harrow is the attendant of Amit, and you, which god are you the attendant of?"

"The attendant of Shen Zhuan..."

Yuri chuckled twice, shook his head and said: "No god is qualified to make me his attendant. I am different from the two of them."

Although the one or twenty people whose minds were controlled by Yuri fought fiercely and were not afraid of death, they were still unable to defeat four people with their fists. Just as the two of them were talking, these guys who had never received systematic training began to fight. The fanatic believers who had the advantage in numbers were all knocked to the ground.

Fanatics are just fanatical believers, not mindless.

After getting rid of the fanatics who turned to fight, they all turned their attention to Yuri, who had been standing there for a long time: if Laila had the ability to do what she just did, she should have used it long before they controlled the other party. Out.

With two options and one wrong answer eliminated, the true identity of the black hand who caused the scene just now is naturally self-evident.

Yuri didn't talk nonsense. Before these little Karami could make any move, his golden pupils suddenly turned pure white. Having learned the lesson that it is impossible to win with less, he directly controlled this time. The souls of half of the people who are still standing.

As the saying goes, no one knows whether tomorrow's sun will rise first or disaster will come first. Almost everyone is staring at Yuri's every move. They can't imagine that they were in the same trench as themselves a second ago. His comrade-in-arms, in the next second, he directly aimed the weapon at himself!
Due to Yuri's order to "beat him to death", these guys who had their minds controlled either hit their heads or hit them on the crotch. For a while, the whole hall was filled with screams, and the heartbreaking screams of pain came and went. The fierce battle between Mark and Mark, who was blocked by the fanatic believers, was suppressed.Mark, wearing the third suit, felt unprecedentedly relaxed when facing Harrow. Whether it was in terms of strength, speed, or reaction, he could clearly feel his suppression of Harrow. , like now:

Mark first calmly dodged the dark purple energy shock wave emitted from the crocodile head handle of Harrow's cane, and then sprinted with all his strength in front of Harrow, who was just about to raise the cane for defense. Under the latter's frightened eyes, Mark In the middle, two dark golden crescent-shaped scimitars exquisitely jammed his cane, and then Mark pushed hard, and the cane containing Amit's power came out directly from Harrow's hand!

"Oh!"

Mark put the crescent moon sword back into the scabbard on his back, kicked Harrow into the crowd of fanatic believers who were in the melee, and ignored the latter's screams. He took a few steps quickly, jumped up and suddenly Unfold the crescent-shaped cloak behind you.

Under Laila's stunned gaze, Mark actually passed over the melee of fanatics, and then landed directly next to him in a standard superhero landing posture: "I'm very sorry, my beautiful Princess Laila, you The knight is late."

Mark spoke in a very affectionate tone. He raised his head and stood up. He thought he could get a loving hug or even a kiss from his girlfriend, so he released the Le Yueguang suit in advance, but what he never expected was , after seeing herself, Laila actually slapped him with all her strength!

"Snapped!"

At this time, Laila could no longer see any side effects of high-speed movement. She was like an enraged lioness, punching and kicking Mark, who was more than half a head taller than her, and scolding him in pain: "You... Inhumane executioner! You damn bastard! Give me back my dad! Give me back my dad!"

Yuri stood aside and took a few steps back. Even if he didn't check the plot in his memory, he knew there must be a story based on the fact that Mark was still hemming and hawing while being madly output by Laila.

After taking a look at the group fight scene where few people were still standing, he crossed his arms over his chest and watched the love ethics drama in front of him with relish.

Mark: "Laila, please listen to my explanation."

Laila: "I will never believe a word that comes out of your mouth again, you bastard!"

Mark: "Things are not what you think. We have been together for such a long time. Can you still not know what kind of person I am?"

Leila: "You're a bastard! You're a damn bastard!"

Mark: "Okay, okay, I'm a bastard. Can you listen to my explanation?"

Laila: "You killed my father! I saw it all! Stop explaining, the relationship between us ends here!"

Mark: "I don't want to kill, but the employer uses his soldiers to force us to kill! If I don't shoot and kill your father, not only will your father and I die, but I will even die in front of your father!"

Laila: "Then just die! Anyway, an executioner like you can only bring carnage to this world if he continues to live!"

Mark: "After that, I avenged your father. I..."

Laila: "Revenge!? You were the one who killed my father. If you had really avenged him, you would be in hell now instead of still standing here talking nonsense to me hypocritically!"

Mark: "I killed all those mercenaries and my employer! This process is not as simple as you think. In fact, after doing all this, I really only have one breath left..."

Laila: "Stop talking, there's nothing I want to hear! I'm leaving now!"

"Hey! Wait a minute!"

Yuri, who had been standing by eating melon for a long time, finally couldn't help but join in the fun after hearing what Laila said. He teleported in front of Laila and blocked her way: "What's going on between you and Mark?" I don't care about grievances, love, hatred, whether you want to leave or stay, I also don't care, but..."

Yuri stretched out a hand towards Laila, who looked wary. He smiled and said, "You have to give me the golden scarab that Mark gave you."

"Don't even think about it!"

Perhaps Mark's blind retreat gave this woman the illusion that "no one dares to confront me head-on." Faced with Yuri's obstruction, Laila, while protecting her backpack with one hand, stretched out her legs without knowing what she was capable of. He kicked Yuri in the crotch: "Get out of here!"

"Ah."

Yuri lowered his eyes and glanced at the slow attack that seemed to him like a snail crawling. Then, he glanced at Mark who stretched out his hand and didn't know whether to stop Laila or himself. Considering the latter's emotional problems, With a thought, he just froze the space around Laila.

"Laila! No!"

It was only then that Mark's voice finally came out of his throat, and his outstretched hand dropped in mid-air, because he saw that although Laila could not move, her eyes were still dripping with vitality. change.

"The scarab should be in her backpack."

Under Laila's angry gaze, Yuri pointed to the backpack covered by Laila's hand and said: "Get the scarab first, and then go and get rid of Harrow. The space around Laila was frozen by me. Although she can't move here, she won't be harmed in any way... Let's solve the problem between you two after the business is done."

"Just do it!"

Mark patted Laila's shoulder. He could feel that his palm could not get closer when it was still about one centimeter away from Laila's clothes. After he was completely relieved, he was about to reach out and open Laila's clothes. backpack, but suddenly my heart palpitated, and I couldn't help but turn my head and look behind me.

"Damn woman! How dare you lie to me!"

Harrow, who was covered in wounds, stood on top of a huge dark purple evil magic circle. The cane in his hand forcibly extracted the souls of all the fanatic believers who fell on the ground. In Mark's gaze as if he was facing a formidable enemy, Harrow slammed his cane on the ground, instantly activating the entire magic circle!

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(End of this chapter)