American Manga God

Dark King Dormammu was stunned!

In this universe, I don't know how many humble creatures in his eyes worship him, worship him, regard him as the greatest god, and sacrifice themselves and their subordinates to him.

Not every guy is eligible to be his direct subordinate.

At least at the level of Casillas, he can barely get into his eyes.

After experiencing countless reincarnations, he found that he used his ultimate move to destroy Mei Mumu, but the effect was not very good. He only remembered to use these miscellaneous soldiers to test Mei Mumu, who knew it would become a food delivery!

These "miscellaneous soldiers" are already the existence of dark heroes in various planets.

As a result, a child was punched by Master Mei, and it was directly blown up.

This kind of counterproductive effect of being shown a face is really bad.

"Enough!" Just as Dormammu was about to go on his own, five minutes passed, and the time flowed back on its own.

"Oh?" Mei Mumu's eyes lit up: "Oh oh oh oh!"

In his heart, he howled excitedly on the spot.

After fighting with Dormam for so long, he was tortured and killed 800 times. This, this, this is the first time he has survived until the end of time without dying!

What the hell! What the hell! Lying in a big slot!

This is so rare!

Mei Mumu was very excited in the spiritual sea, and she was carried away as if she hugged a girl and kissed several times. After the kiss, Mei Mumu realized that there seemed to be something wrong.

"Where is the girl in my spiritual sea? She's not the paper man wife of the two-dimensional world!" Just as Mei Mumu smirked and muttered to himself, his brain suddenly tingled.

"Oops!" When a certain Mei screamed, he suddenly heard the voice of a young lady from the sea of ​​spirit: "Humph! Bastard! Dead ruffian!"

Huh?

and many more!

Is this... a godsend?

It's a pity that the lady doesn't ignore him at all.

Rarely did not die, Mei Mumu hurriedly took the opportunity to rest for a while.

Repeatedly being tortured and killed brings a heavy mental burden.

In this way, Mei Mumu happily practiced with those human-sized dark heroes. Without being killed by Dormammu, it took eight rounds for Dormammu to break free from the shackles of the Time Stone once again. Instead, kill Mei Mumu by yourself.

Mei Mumu looks like a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

Maybe there is still a long way to go to force Dormammu away, at least there is hope, isn't it?

This time, the recharging of the Time Stone was as fast as he expected. In less than ten rounds, he could go back in time again.

When he launched the time gem to travel back, how his backhand in 1943 worked, all the subsequent images rushed into his brain.

"I have to call myself 666!"

That was in late 1943:

It has been several months since May left New York, USA.

Captain America Steve's shoes, sadly and helplessly in front of the mascot.

Taking pictures with babies in diapers, taking pictures with politicians, shooting black and white promotional videos with a group of actors on a treadmill with a forest picture as the background, two, three or even five or six stage plays a day...

Steve, who had a busy schedule, felt lonely and sad when he became an American Internet celebrity during World War II.

With the help of the "Captain America" ​​signboard, the U.S. government has easily sold a large amount of national debt and war bonds. After earning money from the American people, the big old American chaebols have continuously produced a large number of weapons and ammunition to send to the front line.

Of course, as long as this great war is finally won, everything will be paid for by the defeated country.

The [Captain America] program can be said to have won the hearts of the American people who have never been to the battlefield.

It's a pity that this set came to the front line, and nothing worked when faced with soldiers who had experienced brutal battlefields.

In January, when Captain America went to the Italian front line to perform, he said into the microphone, "Is there anyone willing to beat Hitler's jaw with me?", it was cold off the field.

Not one of the thousands of GIs surrounding the stage was able to catch him.

embarrassed.

"We want to dance girl! You go!" a soldier shouted, and the other soldiers responded. The crowd roared.

Tomatoes, potatoes, and messy things were thrown on stage, and Steve had to use his shield to resist the "attack" of the soldiers.

"Don't be like this, I'm with you."

"That's right! My own! Sign me here!" A soldier rudely took off his pants, revealing his PP.

There was another burst of laughter.

The scene was out of control for a while, and it wasn't until the dancers in miniskirts ran up to the stage, replaced Steve, and began to dance, that the soldiers' emotions became really warm.

At this moment, Steve really realized - perhaps for ordinary citizens, he was a hero. However, the achievement of defeating a spy to save a child is not a fart in the eyes of real frontline soldiers.

The next day it rained.

The sky is overcast, just like his mood~www.readwn.com~ I am a clown! Did I work so hard, endure such cruel experiments, just to grow a foot taller, build muscle and be a clown? ' Steve said to himself in his heart as he painted.

Suddenly a familiar female voice came: "Hi! 'A New Hope for America'!"

Steve turned his head and saw Peggy Carter, his dream lover: "Hi! Why are you here?"

"According to the official statement, I'm not here." Peggy shrugged. "How's the performance?"

"It's good ... no, it's actually terrible. While bond sales are up at least 10% in every state I've visited, I've always felt like this wasn't the place to be."

"Oh? Then why don't you do something else?"

"This is what my benefactors Strange and Senator Brandon asked me to do... If it was Phillips, it would definitely shut me into the lab." Steve was a little frustrated.

"Do you only have these two choices? Lab mice, or dancing monkeys?" Peggy's words pointed directly to the depths of Team America's soul: "Your value is far more than that, you know it yourself. You Not even showing that divine golden radiance, a power that even I didn't get."

Holy light! ?

The Holy Light has always been in Captain America's heart, but he has deeply hidden it. After coming out of the iron coffin, he never used the Holy Light again. Only he knows that it is precisely because of the desire in his heart to serve the country on the front line and the desire for justice that the holy light in his body has never weakened, but has increased day by day.

Every midnight dream, he could dream of the stalwart figure of Tirion Fordring.

After finishing work every night, he secretly exercises his skills in all available and relatively secret places.

He yearned more than anyone else for the coming of time that Mr. May had said before he left.

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