Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 879: Dream and reality

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"Ahhhhh!!!"

Namor was frightened out of his wits, and his shrill cry directly cut through the silence of the abyss.

The huge, bloated body like a mountain, the huge head resembling an octopus, and the pair of star-like crimson pupils that could burn out the soul, were deeply imprinted on him like a brand. In the deepest memory of the brain.

Just taking a look at the crazy and twisted outline almost caused his sanity to collapse.

If you insist on describing his current state, he is like a manic psychopath, with scarlet and violent eyes, and his whole body is on the verge of collapse at any time.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

In an almost subconscious moment, goosebumps all over Namor's body, and he swept the trident for a circle, mustering all the strength in his body, stabbing back fiercely, as if he wanted to stab the man right through.

Zheng~~~

The sharp trident blade was grasped by five slender fingers.

A familiar face came into Namor's eyes, with some doubts in his calm eyes, he asked, "Namor, are you okay?"

The familiar voice and face dragged Namor out of the abyss of madness, rationality gradually took over, and the scarlet in the depths of his pupils faded, and he could see the surrounding environment clearly.

They are in the middle of the seabed abyss, countless crushed flesh, mixed with viscous blood, dyeing the nearby sea area red.

The group of Dagon who chased them were all killed, including the biggest Dagon.

The Dagon's neck was forcibly broken, leaving only a fairly complete head, staring at them with two huge dark green eyes, full of resentment and unwillingness.

"Wait...why am I here?!" Namor looked at the familiar and unfamiliar environment around him, the chaotic memories flickered in his brain, showing a painful and ferocious expression : "I remember... we should be in that... sunken city."

There are no sunken underwater cities, no twisted and crazy weird structures.

There is no such huge, bloated and disgusting octopus head suture monster as huge as a mountain.

The men did not lose consciousness, and the Dagon tribe chasing them were completely wiped out, and everything disappeared!

What happened in the sunken ancient ruins, and the terrifying abyss monster that was awakened, seemed to be all just his fantasy.

But... is that really a fantasy?

The image left in the depths of his brain, the crazy and distorted outline, made Namor wonder where the truth is.

"The Sinking City?"

The man frowned slightly, and said in surprise: "Are you out of your mind, where is the sunken city here?"

"No...something is wrong! What the **** is going on?!"

Pain flashed across Namor's face, his hands clasped his hair tightly, and he said with red eyes: "I remember that not long after diving into the abyss, you suddenly lost consciousness and became like a vegetable, and then I took You have been running away and accidentally entered an underwater ruin."

But after he finished speaking, he suddenly found that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

The man on the side showed surprise and astonishment, a complex expression of doubt and shock, and even a faint solemnity.

"What...what's the matter?" Namor's face froze, and he stammered with an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Namo...Think about it carefully, are you sure that the person who lost consciousness is really me?" The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone suddenly became more serious, as if he was asking for confirmation some kind of fact.

"Of course..."

As soon as Namo was halfway through speaking, he was stunned, and the cold sweat flowed out like a waterfall.

He is not a fool, not to mention that the meaning of the man's words is so obvious, how could he not understand, Namor suddenly showed a look of astonishment and shock, and said intermittently: "You mean... The person who lost consciousness was me from beginning to end?"

"Go ahead and talk about what happened next."

The man neither admitted nor denied, but asked him to continue describing what happened afterwards.

"I remember...you suddenly lost consciousness after you released the **** shield." Namor painfully recalled that memory, and described his own experience in a trembling voice with lingering fear. Knowledge: "Then I ran with you and accidentally came to the underwater ruins."

"I swear by the name of Poseidon..."

"I have never seen such an ancient...and weird, crazy, ominous relic in my life."

"I even found a fossil of the Ediacaran biota. Damn it, how could that thing that appeared at least in the Cambrian period appear in a ruin on the seabed?!"

"Pause for a moment, can you describe the ruins?" The man interrupted Namor and asked.

"Sorry...I...I don't know what words to use to describe that crazy ruin."

Namor lowered his head in pain, several bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes, and said hoarsely: "The only thing I can describe it is...crazy, twisted, ominous, shrouded in stench and miasma, A city covered with moss and moss, and strange rocks."

"The architectural structure completely violates the geometry of human beings, and the perception of space is distorted. Even for a moment, I can't tell whether I am walking up ~IndoMTL.com~ or walking down."

"The entrance of the city is a huge stone pillar like spikes, stacked in a random staggered manner."

"I explored deeper along your footsteps, and saw a stone tablet with... a crouching monster with an octopus-like head and two long and narrow wings behind it, The bloated and obese body, like some kind of gelatinous lump, exudes a disgusting stench."

"Yes... yes!"

Namor's voice became more and more urgent, even mixed with a hint of madness, and his pupils were unknowingly stained with a deep blackness: "I remembered the name of that city, and that great god." name taboo."

Great...God? !

The man frowned slightly, and then suddenly realized that Namor's current situation was not right.

But Namor suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar directly. Those dark and deep pupils seemed to contain extreme madness, staring straight at him: "In His palace, La'layeh In the middle, the sleeping Cthulhu Houru fell into a dream."

"Let go!"

The man frowned, his whole body was filled with spiritual energy, trying to push Namor away.

But the result was somewhat unexpected. Instead of being pushed away by the spiritual power, Namor squeezed even further.

His strength was enormous, the knuckles of his five fingers bulged, and he tightly clenched the collar and flesh, as if he wanted to insert it in, so that the man was a little surprised for a while.

Black blood vessels burst out on Namor's face, and his dark and deep pupils were like abyssal vortexes, crazily attracting his soul, and strange tones and words came out of his stiff lips: /

"I'aI'Fhatgn!"

"I'aI'Fhatgn!"

"I'aI'Fhatgn!"

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