Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 1417: The chess player and the player in the game
Mordred's words offended everyone.
The first one who couldn't help it was the seat on the left, Lancelot, the most noble among the Knights of the Round Table, he stared coldly at the newcomer, and said: "Mordred, don't forget you Not our king, not qualified to reprimand us!"
"Soon... I will be."
Mordred sneered again and again, then turned and left the dark room, and an unruly voice came: "I will use my method to save the fate of the Skrulls!"
In the darkness, his back is tall and lonely.
It's like a lone wolf walking in the wilderness, alone on a road that no one understands.
When Mordred walked out of the room and came to a bright place, he slowly raised his head, revealing a vicissitudes of life face and tired eyes.
And this face is indeed Tony Stark!
He is one of the leaders of the Avengers, with more than half of the appeal, the superhero Iron Man who has saved the earth several times, but he is also the next king of the Scruws, and the code name of the round table is Mordred!
A code name full of ominousness and betrayal.
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A high-rise residential building in New York.
A man is lying in the living room in a large font.
I saw that there were more than a dozen barrels of gasoline placed under him, and there were several pieces of yellow high explosives.
From these alone, it is not difficult to guess.
This is a man who is preparing to commit suicide.
Crack!
A cigarette was lit, and the man held it in his mouth, tasting the smell of tobacco, and the pungent stimulation of his throat.
"Hiss..."
The man took a deep breath, lay on the covered gasoline barrel, slowly exhaled a stream of white air, and then flicked the cigarette **** towards the ceiling with a blank expression.
The moment you wait for the cigarette **** to fall, it is an explosion.
However, just as the cigarette **** was about to fall, it suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the whole room seemed to have fallen into a standstill in time and space.
The man blinked, seemingly surprised.
Suddenly, from the corner of his gaze, he saw a man sitting on his sofa.
"Hello, Mr. Wilson."
Lord sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. In this still space, he looked so unique and unspeakably weird.
The man got up from the oil drum, stared at the uninvited guest, and said: "I'm not good, very bad, you interrupted my most important schedule, and you even trespassed on the house, can I sue you?"
"Of course, this is the obligation that the law entrusts to every citizen, Mr. Wade Winston Wilson." Lord said indifferently: "But before that, I have something to do with you. Let's talk, I hope you don't mind."
Wade Winston Wilson sounds very strange, but if you mention his other name, no one should know it-Deadpool!
That's right, this guy is Deadpool.
The most special bad-mouthed hero in the Marvel universe.
"I really mind, you bastard!"
Deadpool looked straight at him coldly, and said, "This is my favorite sofa, move your **** away from here immediately, and get out of my room!"
"Of course, but not now."
Lord said: "When I finish talking with you, I will naturally leave, so why don't you listen first, what do you think?"
Deadpool looked around and found that time and space had stopped.
Even the burning flames showed a static scene, knowing that there was no escape, he simply said: "Okay, then hurry up and say, I'm going to commit suicide after I finish talking."
Lord said meaningfully: "If, when you suddenly found out that you were a character in a comic, all the suffering you have suffered was just a story written by the editor for sales, would you What do you think?"
"I will think you are a fool*!"
Deadpool held up a **** and exhaled fragrance: "Fakeyu, let me out quickly, or I will let you taste the feeling of being filled with bullets in your mouth right now!"
Isn't this pure neurosis? !
I'm in the comic world, what editors and sales, what stories, I'm afraid this guy has a brain hole!
Deadpool's reaction was as expected by Lord.
Indeed, no one will believe such a shocking thing even if it is told.
Moreover, under the modifying power of the world.
Even if someone really believes it, they will eventually forget about it due to the effect of the world line correction.
But... there is one person who is different.
In the original book, Deadpool once broke the fourth wall and came to the level of the narrator. Although he is still at the lower level of narration, it at least proves that he has such potential.
And he came here this time for Deadpool.
This is a bold temptation. He wants to know whether anyone can escape the control of the narrator.
Deadpool was still cursing loudly, and changing tricks.
If there is a **** dictionary, then inviting Deadpool as the editor will inevitably make the dictionary as thick as the Oxford dictionary.
"Then, after discovering that the world is a false comic."
Lord ignored Deadpool's cursing, and continued to ask: "Do you choose to continue to play dumb and act as a puppet at the mercy of the narrator, or choose to fight and break this invisible, The fourth wall that cannot be touched, and seek revenge on those **** narrators?"
"First Evolution"
"I will choose to **** *your mouth with a cannon!"
Deadpool still maintains a high level of output, and even added movements, shaking the big bird under his crotch: "How is it? You bastard, do you want to come and **** cannon?"
He didn't believe what this guy said at all.
What world is a manga?
What breaks the fourth wall?
What **** narrator?
He has something to do with Deadpool!
He is not a superhero, nor does he want to save the world, he just wants to commit suicide quietly.
"Then, this is the end of our conversation."
Lord got up slowly, left a comic book on the tea table, and said with a smile, "I wish you a happy life, Mr. Wade."
When the voice fell, it disappeared.
It was as if it had never been there, leaving no trace, only the manga on the coffee table.
Deadpool just wanted to take a look, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a burning cigarette **** from the corner of his eye, and his eyes widened~IndoMTL.com~Fake, you son of a bitch!
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Boom——!
Huge flames and explosions collapsed the entire floor.
The terrifying thick smoke and shock wave shattered the solid wall, and the shattered glass flew through the air like a hidden weapon.
Among the wreckage.
The bombed Deadpool was reborn and walked towards the coffee table naked. In such a violent explosion, this was the only object that was not destroyed, or even intact.
And on top of the coffee table is a comic book.
When he saw the cover of the manga, Deadpool's childish hole suddenly shrank, and an unstoppable chill ran down his spine and went straight to the sky, like falling into an ice cellar.
"Deadpool... slaughtered the Marvel Universe?!"