Chapter 1286： the last savior

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Right now, Washington.

Surrounded by decayed ruins, lava flowing on the crumbling ground.

The sky was covered with black volcanic ash, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur. One after another, huge scorched black ravines spread across the ground like cobwebs, and black blood like mucus was poured into them.

The battle is over.

On the other hand, the victorious side was the black goat's cub. Under the huge feet of sheep's hoofs, they stepped on a pair of broken armor.

The dark blue battle armor fragments are impressively the 'Doomsday' battle armor.

This Doomsday Battle Armor, inlaid with power gems and used as the last resort, was ultimately defeated in front of ten black goat cubs, and was torn apart.

Now Tony Stark, there is only a solitary armor - the prodigal son of mark!

This is the last battle armor!

However, although the Doomsday armor was shattered, the black goat cub was not feeling well either.

At the last moment, he chose to use the Doomsday Battle Armor as a bait to activate the power gem embedded in the core, and when the energy peak reached the limit, he detonated the entire battle armor as a bomb.

The nine black goat cubs were too late to dodge and were covered with fully activated power gems.

Even though the blood of the great Three Pillars of God flows in their bodies, it is still unstoppable. This originates from the supreme power of the Marvel universe. In an instant, the flesh and blood are completely annihilated, and the spirit and will are dragged into the abyss of death.

"See? Friday!"

Tony's face was pale, but excitement flashed in his eyes: "Howard didn't lie to me, we won!"

From his point of view, the winner should be him.

With the power of one person, he can block eleven mythical creatures alone, and he can kill ten of them. His record is luxurious.

"Sir, I have to remind you that the equipment of the mark prodigal son is not enough to kill the opponent." Friday said calmly: "If you choose to continue fighting, the survival rate is less than 1%, and the winning rate is infinitely close to zero."

The current equipment of the Prodigal Mark is only the energy cannons on his chest and palms.

As well as miniature armor-piercing rockets, white phosphorus bombs, high-frequency cutting blades, tracking missiles, and scattering missiles on the shoulders, legs, and back.

If you are facing humans, or other superheroes, there may be a chance.

But the enemy they are facing now is not a 'human being', but a mythical creature.

All the weapons developed by human beings are like itching in front of her.

Even if all the artillery fire is poured over, I am afraid that it will not be hurt in the slightest.

It is no exaggeration to use the word 'despair' to describe such a situation.

"It doesn't matter, Friday."

However, in the face of such a severe situation, instead of having any worries, Tony showed a cheerful smile: "If I guessed correctly, they should have arrived?"

"A minute ago, Wednesday's **** mission was successful."

Friday said: "According to your request, Pietro Maximov has been successfully delivered to his destination, and Professor X has confirmed his receipt."

After getting the answer he wanted, Tony seemed to let go of his last wish, and the corners of his lips curled up: "Really? Then I can rest assured. For this last obstacle, let me use my life... Buy him time."

Friday seemed to have guessed his plan, with a hint of begging in his voice: "Sir, your mission has been completed, it is too late to withdraw now, you don't have to waste your life in such a place."

"I'm not qualified to live, Friday."

Tony's eyes flickered slightly, he raised his hand and unscrewed the energy core in front of his chest, stared at the black goat cub running wildly, and said with a chuckle, "I am a remnant of the old era and should not stay in the new world of the future. ."

The next moment, that Iron Man's energy core flashed a dazzling light.

"Tony Stark has a warm heart."

Tony laughed as if mocking himself, tears welling up from his eyes: "Pots, you're wrong, my heart isn't warm, it's just hot, like... the sun!"

"Self-destruction protocol activated...bye, Mr. Tony Stark."

boom--!

The blazing white light, like a sacred blade, penetrates the world.

As if thousands of suns exploded together, endless light and heat volatilized, setting off layers of air waves.

The huge storm swept the entire Washington state like the end of the day. The terrifying shaking lifted the ground, the smoke and dust wrapped the gravel, and the volcanic ash that filled the sky blasted a big hole in the sky.

The sun...on the ground once again.

Just like the light of hope for mankind, it came to the earth again at this moment.

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Western Washington town, Aberdeen.

In a remote mountain town, Hank the Beast walked into an old wooden house with Pietro in his arms.

Walking through the door, Hank walked into a room like an underground wine cellar holding the unconscious Quicksilver.

"Professor, he's back."

After entering the door, the beast Hank said in a low voice, while turning his eyes to the old man deep in the hall.

The old man who used to be in good spirits, has actually become a droopy old man, his eyes are cloudy and blurred, and his whole body is as dry as wood, as if he was drained, his lips trembling and he squeezes out a sentence.

"Bring him... here, Hank."

A simple sentence, but Professor X spoke very slowly and difficultly.

Hank didn't say a word, followed the order and hugged the unconscious Kuaiyin, carefully placed it on the sofa, with a hint of worry in his eyes: "Professor... take a rest, if this goes on, you won't be able to hold on. living."

"No...no time, Hank."

Professor X shook his head bitterly and said, "I must wake up Wanda as soon as possible, only she can wake Pietro."

While speaking, his eyes looked to the deepest part.

The scarlet witch Wanda, her limbs were chained with thick arm chains, and her body was tightly nailed to the wall by a golden spear, unable to move at all. She fainted with chaos magic all over her body, and sometimes it would shape different illusions.

"Sishorn's will is too strong..."

Professor X took a deep breath, his rotten body burst out with power, and his eyes flashed with dazzling light, which was obviously a performance of pushing the power of the mind to the limit, and surging power poured into the depths of Wanda's mind.

"The holy spear that the angel gave me can only temporarily control Sithone."

Professor X sweated rapidly on his forehead and panted, "I have to take advantage of this time to wake up Wanda's consciousness as soon as possible."

The golden spear that nailed Wanda, under the consumption of chaos magic, the light has dimmed a lot.

If nothing else, it will soon be wiped out.

At that time, once he does not wake up Wanda, then Sithone's will will completely invade her body.

"But... what if Wanda is awakened?" The Beast Hank couldn't bear the old professor's crime, and said unbearably: "It's better... let's give up, human beings are no longer saved, Professor Charles!"

"No, you were wrong, Hank."

Professor X gritted his teeth and insisted, his eyes were full of bloodshots, apparently reaching the limit: "There is one last hope for mankind, and that is Pietro Maximov, he is... the last savior!"

"why?!"

"Because...he is the choice of the saint, his choice, and the choice of mankind!"