Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 331 An Unsatisfactory Swallowing Star, An Incomplete Phoenix

"I'll go to your uncle..."

Before the phoenix disappeared, Luke vaguely felt a surge of anger in his heart.

He smiled and shook his head, it must be his own illusion.

Regardless of the hardships, the power of the Phoenix crossed the starry sky and came to the earth to save the people of Las Vegas from danger!

It has such a fearless spirit, how could it possibly swear!

This is obviously unreasonable.

"Maybe, it's saying, 'Thank you for giving me this opportunity.'"

Luke nodded secretly.

The power of the phoenix descended on the earth, passing through from the western hemisphere to the eastern hemisphere, it must have caused disasters along the way.

Now I give it a chance to save hundreds of thousands of innocent lives, thus completing the redemption.

I am grateful to come to Phoenix!

Perfect logic chain!

"I'm really a kind person."

Luke smiled contentedly.

Not only did he indirectly save Las Vegas, he prevented a crisis.

By the way, the guilty Phoenix successfully redeemed himself!

It feels good to be a good person and do good deeds!

"what are these?"

Luke was about to fly to the Hotel Hell and leave it to Captain America to clean up the mess.

He was exhausted and had to spend several days in the sun to recover.

The skin and flesh of the arm that had been burned to the bone were regrowing.

The broken battle suit was gradually restored to its original state.

The moment the flame phoenix disappeared, clusters of sparks suddenly appeared.

They are between illusion and reality, as if they are clear crystals.

When Luke was stunned, several pieces scattered and disappeared, or turned into streamers and flew away.

"Shards..."

He quickly squeezed a few slices with his eyes, feeling warm and soft.

If you look carefully, there are flame-like lines flickering and flowing.

"It's like taking a big pill."

Luke tentatively ingested one,

Anyway, he's in good shape, so there won't be any problems.

Fragments like flame crystals melted into the body as wisps of power ripples.

Luke only felt a sense of pleasure, spreading from the tailbone all the way to the brain.

The energy that would have taken several days in the sun to recover was instantly full, like a game character who had been knocked out of a blood bottle.

Besides, he followed the piece of Phoenix Force.

Vaguely "seeing" a boundless pure white space, in which there is a huge cocoon.

Countless energy threads are wrapped around it, interweaving with shining light.

This is the real "Phoenix Force".

It is concept personified.

will not die.

It will not disappear.

Even if he was seriously injured by the iron fist and his body was broken up, he can still put it back together.

Even if he was hit by an apocalyptic human bomb, at most he would go back to the "white hot room" to recuperate and fall into a deep sleep.

"It actually only strengthened a little bit of physical strength, there is no obvious increase."

Luke looked back and said with some disappointment.

This did not meet his psychological expectations, and the gap was relatively large.

The Force of the Phoenix is ​​one of the three ancient powers of the Marvel universe, and it is one of the cheats against the sky.

Jean Gray got a fragment and became the host, directly becoming an Omega-level mutant.

Hanging and beating Professor Charles and Magneto, after being blackened, it almost destroyed the world.

"For me, it doesn't seem to be of much use except for a few seconds."

Luke held the remaining fragments and planned to throw them to the White Queen to see if she could become the famous "Phoenix Apostle".

The Phoenix Force seems to particularly favor mutants. In the comics, except for Captain Marvel and Thanos' son Sean, the hosts are all talented mutants.

If it is given to Captain America, Howard, there is a high probability that it will have no effect.

With this in mind, Luke's interest in the Phoenix Force faded.

It belongs to the kind of power that has a high upper limit but is difficult to directly improve.

The Phoenix Force in its full state is at the multiverse level.

Restarting the universe, or destroying the universe, confronting the life court, and single-handedly fighting the five gods are all easy.

But the complete power of the Phoenix, like a well-fed Galactus, is a pseudo-concept.

Never appear!

The main body of the Phoenix Force roams the universe, looking for hosts everywhere.

The rest stay in the white-hot chamber space, guiding the emotions and spirits of life in the universe.

Qin-Grey, the most powerful host in the past, has never been close to completeness.

No matter in the form of black phoenix or white phoenix, they only reach the level of Heavenly Father to single body.

"Instead of trying to collect the power of the phoenix, it's better to gain reputation."

After realizing that the effort was not directly proportional to the gain, Luke gave up the idea of ​​becoming a host.

Of course, the main reason is that he doesn't know if the rebirth of the phoenix will retain his previous memories.

If it is kept, it is estimated that it will hammer itself to death.

"What about the Firebird?"

Waiting for Luke to fly to the Hell Hotel means that everything is over.

Howard finally relaxed, and started asking questions like a curious baby.

"It heroically completed its mission to save the innocent citizens of Las Vegas, and returned to its native home."

Luke leaned back into the seat exclusive to Mephisto, half paralyzed in it.

It seems that he has been suppressing Tianqi all the time, but it took a little energy to really solve the mutant god.

"Obviously I am a pacifist, why do I have to be forced to do it?"

Luke shook his head and sighed, he was known to dislike violence.

Only when you are forced to have no choice will you use your fists to reason with others.

"Cooperate with the city government to clean up the mess, and the task of counting the losses will be entrusted to you, Steve."

Luke left the tedious work to Captain America, and he was the only one suitable here.

"Looks like tonight's bachelor party is a mess."

Howard felt a little regretful, he specially prepared a lot of stimulating programs for Steve.

What about space roaming, ten-finger playing the piano, ice and fire... and so on.

Guaranteed to be a new version of the ship that Captain America has never experienced!

"I don't care about this, but do you want to postpone the wedding? I can't guarantee that everything in Las Vegas will be handled in such a short period of time!"

Steve is worthy of being the spiritual incarnation of American soldiers, and his ideological consciousness is quite high.

In order for the local residents of Las Vegas to restore life order as soon as possible, they did not hesitate to postpone their wedding.

If this dialogue is broadcast live, I am afraid that many people will "touch" it on the public screen.

"That's not necessary, there will be a team of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents coming tomorrow."

Luke doesn't want to spoil Captain America's big day, and he's looking forward to seeing the Winter Soldier's bitters ache in his throat.

"The stag party is probably not going to work, so I'll just go back to Brooklyn and make up for it."

When Howard heard this, he winked at Luke vigorously. He had already made an appointment with Miss Succubus tonight.

"However, Hell Hotel can hold a charity party, the main theme of which is 'rebuild the casino and raise money for charity'. Howard, you are the initiator and leader of donations."

In order to let Howard, the color batch, experience the feeling of being squeezed dry, Luke added instead.

After finishing speaking, he gave Mephisto a tacit understanding look.

The old devil nodded calmly, indicating that he would hint to the succubus to step up their efforts.

After explaining the important things, Luke found a room to lie down.

Before falling asleep, he clasped his hands together and whispered, "I hope Howard is okay."

It shouldn't kill anyone... right?

perhaps.

……

……

On the mountain peaks of California, the mutants who stayed where they were and did not dare to move around, waited until the flowers faded, and did not wait for the return of the apocalypse.

"The great god... has fallen!"

Until the sun was setting to the west, Caliban, who could sense his compatriots, suddenly knelt down on the ground with a shocked look on his face.

He couldn't accept that the legendary god of mutants would fail and die!

"What! It's impossible!"

Some people don't want to believe it.

"Apocalypse has fallen!"

Some people speak with a crying voice.

"Then should we break up? You go back to your Cairo, and I go back to my Berlin."

It was the little Eric who finally proposed to disband the team.

He didn't have deep feelings for Apocalypse, nor did he regard it as a god like others.

Although Eric believes that the black king Sebastian Shaw is the nightmare shadow of his life.

But I have to admit that while he hated the other party crazily, he also absorbed part of his thoughts and ideas.

Worshiping gods is something that ignorant, backward, and weak people will do.

What Eric thinks is how to have a power comparable to that of a god!

And, how to use this power to change the world!

After he escaped from Auschwitz concentration camp, he wandered around and lived at the bottom.

This child who has not yet become Magneto has seen too many sufferings of his compatriots and experienced too many evil deeds of human beings.

"You want to betray the great god! The great apocalypse!?"

Caliban turned his head and stared at Eric, who was about to slip away, with a fierce look in his eyes.

He is not loyal to Apocalypse, and has no other intentions.

One is that the news was too sudden, and Caliban doubted his own judgment.

The second is that this group of mutants who were able to gather through the apocalypse is undoubtedly a valuable asset.

Caliban has worked as a black market businessman, and has dealt with the local warlord forces in Egypt and private militants.

He is well aware of the necessity of recruiting a group of thugs to form forces.

Therefore, it is impossible for fellow mutants to leave easily.

"As you said, Apocalypse has fallen, and it's useless for us to stay here. It's better to disperse."

Eric's slightly immature face showed a trace of seriousness.

"Oh, where can you go? No passport, no cash, no driver's license, anything that can prove your identity and live a normal life, you don't have any."

Caliban smiled grimly and issued a series of questions.

They crossed countries and big states, all using the ultra-long-distance space transmission of Apocalypse.

Losing Apocalypse, the gang of mutants lost their backbone, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

"We need to confirm the news that the great god, Apocalypse, has fallen, and then we can think of other ways."

Caliban consciously pushed Eric out, preparing to isolate him.

"As for cash and items that prove identity, I have been doing business in this area before, and I can handle it completely."

With the above necessities, Caliban became the leader of the mutants without much effort.

As for Eric, because of his young age, his words had no weight, so he was naturally ignored.

In desperation, he could only follow the large army.

In the direction of Nevada, a streak of light pierced through the clouds.

That piece of flame-like crystallization seems to have found the target.

It flew down and entered Eric's body.

The latter just scratched his neck, feeling a little hot, and didn't know what happened.

This scene has been staged all over the world!

For example, the Mutant School in Westchester County.

Another example is the deep sea prison in Atlantis, a pale young man paralyzed in bed.

The Phoenix Force was scattered, but its apostles began to appear.

　ps: Leader [Sleep alone] more progress (3/5)

　　

　

(End of this chapter)