In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1407: The old days return (6)

Brooklyn, New York, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. training facility, 1:00pm.

At the front of the empty lecture hall, a man wearing glasses put down his coffee cup, stretched out a hand and made a gesture, and the classroom fell silent.

"Okay, through these few lessons, you should understand that these sticky little guys are not the disgusting slime you imagined, they are mainly composed of symbiotic factors."

"You can think of them as a kind of dough, well, I admit that it still sounds a bit disgusting, like a ball of mud."

"You are the mud! Apologize now!

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Seeing the stunned look of their teacher, the students started snickering again, because they knew that the lump of mud belonging to their teacher must be complaining in their hearts again.

The last time they saw him, how would they rate it? Even the most gossipy student couldn't find a good adjective to describe the relationship between the two of them, and if I had to say it, it would probably be "resentful couple".

Eddie cleared his throat, ignored the roar of the venom in his heart, and began to pack the books on the table, but unexpectedly, the teacher for the next class came early, and Eddie looked at the book in his hand as soon as he turned his head. Schiller, holding the "Interstellar Sociology" textbook, walked into the classroom.

The students cheered for a while. It was obvious that Schiller was very popular, and what made them feel more secure was that this Dr. Schiller was also a partner of the symbiote, which made them feel confident that they would be with this group of stickies in the future. The alien symbiosis in lakes and lakes is less objectionable.

Although none of the students have seen Schiller's symbiote, let alone see Schiller and his symbiote arguing endlessly like Eddie and Venom, they believe that the doctor and his symbiote are also There must be a thrilling story, like Eddie's story about him and Venom that he told many times in class but couldn't finish.

"Good afternoon, Eddie, how was your lunch break?"

"Not bad, how about you? Doctor?"

"I'm fine too, do you still have class this afternoon?"

"There is another class in the next class, what's wrong?"

"Going to the nursing home to talk tonight? I'm glad that Venom and you are reconciled. If you don't mind, I would like to update the relationship status of the two of you."

Eddie smiled and asked: "What can be renewed about an unlucky guy and his mud?"

"I think your current state is more like 'Little Bie Sheng Newly Married'." Schiller folded his arms and looked at Eddie and said, "I think so very seriously, especially when I heard the cleaning outside the door just now. When the workers complained about who the **** finished seven buckets of chocolate **** at lunchtime... it was settled.”

Eddie ran away.

But in the evening, he still came to the Arkham Sanatorium, and sat down again in the high-ceilinged reception area on the second floor, which was the same place where he received psychological counseling last time.

Schiller was writing a medical record on his lap and said without looking up: "I see you like my diction during the day, but I can't write it in my report to Nick. So straightforward."

"Oh, of course, don't write that!" Eddie gripped his forehead and complained, "He's been hyper all afternoon, please, doctor, I have to go back to feed the dog today, I can't let him Ate my dog!"

"Do you have a dog?" Schiller raised his eyes and asked.

"Is this important?" Eddie replied a little dazedly, obviously the venom must be yelling in his head again.

"Having a pet is good for calming your mind. Considering that you carry a pet with you... Okay, okay, Venom, I didn't say you are a pet, so don't bother him."

Schiller appeased Venom, who was controlling Eddie's swaying left and right, and said: "Considering that you carry an intelligent life with you, I think this is a great concession for him. After all, you can't expect a newborn alien I don’t understand why humans need another animal with sharp teeth to accompany them.”

Venom suddenly quieted down, and Eddie muttered to himself: "Okay, I know how forgiving you are, but that's not my dog, and I didn't pick up that girl, we are neighbors, I didn't I want to sleep with her..."

When Eddie regained his senses, Schiller handed him the report in his hand and said, "You can see if there is any problem with writing like this."

"No, doesn't it mean that patients can't read their own mental evaluation reports?"

"You are not a patient. Rather than letting you live in a mental hospital, Nick definitely hopes that you can go to work immediately, you understand him."

Eddie laughed heavily, nodded and said, "Okay, doctor, I believe you, just write it like this, just don't use those 'little goodbyes are better than newlyweds' words, and don't let He is more proud."

"So, the official business is over." Schiller put the report aside and said, "I asked you here mainly to update your mental status evaluation report, so that I can deal with Nick, but there is also a little personal matter."

Schiller poured Eddie a glass of sparkling water. In fact, Venom likes to drink sparkling water, and Eddie is as addicted to Americano coffee as any American reporter. Schiller feels that Venom has more taste in this aspect.

Eddie picked up the cup, looked at Schiller and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Mainly Venom, do you remember that he had a big dream?"

"What?"

"Eat his creator."

Eddie's eyes widened, he looked at Schiller and said, "You don't mean that?"

"Sorry, I am."

Schiller's tone became slightly colder, which made Eddie feel shuddering, and he tentatively asked cautiously, "Is something wrong with the gray mist?"

Schiller sighed and said: "Some time ago, a certain aspect of my spirit was sublimated, and the aftermath of the sublimation brought the fog into a new state of life."

Schiller was referring to the fact that Iron Man and Batman built bricks for his tower, and the fog also benefited at that time, and in the following days, Schiller discovered some changes in the fog.

"To put it simply, the symbiote gray mist that existed in my body before is still in the growth stage, but now he has ended his development stage and has become a mature body..." Schiller gave the most simple language Eddie explained.

Eddie opened his mouth wide and said in surprise: "It was still a growing period?! God, isn't he strong enough? There is nothing in this world that can hurt you, so how strong is he going to be? "

"Yes, as you said, Gray Mist has almost the perfect defense in this world, but don't you think it comes from his own characteristics, not his strength?"

Eddie frowned, thought for a while, nodded and judged objectively: "Yes, he makes you almost invulnerable, because he is a fog-like existence, who can hurt a ball What about the fog?"

"But I really didn't see him use any attack methods. You know, the venom absorbed a wave of energy before. I don't know if that is the performance of his maturity, but he has grown a lot since then The attack method is not just biting with sharp claws and fangs."

"He has many tentacles that can extend almost infinitely, and they are very powerful. The tentacles can be turned into wings, so that we have the ability to fly, and we don't have to jump around on the ground. He can also make some symbiote factors Leaving us for a short time to manipulate other people gives me a clone."

"And the most obvious thing is that because he evolved by devouring the power of faith, he can use some spells that I don't know how to describe. In fact, Lan Ling can also, but the venom energy is more abundant, and the spells are more powerful. Powerful."

Speaking of Eddie stretching out his hand, the black mucus spread from his forearm to his forearm, and then danced on his fingertips. During the radiance of energy jumping, a ball of light soon condensed into shape, and Eddie smiled again , jokingly said: "I will point to it when I walk at night."

Afterwards, he looked at Schiller curiously and said, "The gray mist should have swallowed a lot of energy, but I have never seen you use large-scale magic. Is it because the gray fog is still young?"

"Actually, I don't want to call this process growth, it's more like 'awakening'." Schiller frowned and said: "External forces have enhanced the wisdom of Gray Mist, allowing him to see through his own essence. I remembered something about my origin."

Eddie's face became serious. He looked at Schiller and said, "Origin? Don't the symbiotes all have the same origin?"

"You mean Gnar, the **** of symbiosis?" Schiller raised his eyebrows indifferently, nodded, then shook his head and said, "For a long time before, Gray Mist and I They all thought that he was also the creation of Gnar, the **** of symbiosis, but don't you think there are many doubts in it?"

"Gnar has created so many symbiotes, they all look the same, including venom, do you think this ancient and chaotic creature will suddenly change to another aesthetic?"

"To be honest, I've wanted to say it a long time ago." Eddie took a sip of sparkling water, swallowed the spicy drink with some difficulty, and said: "Grey fog and all symbiotes are not in the same style, I And Cosmic Agents, if you hadn't insisted that he was made by Gnar, we'd think Gnar stole it from somewhere."

"You also know that cosmic agents are very old, and Lan Ling is even the first few generations of symbiotes. He knows Gnar better than any of us. They all think that he will not do this, and will not suddenly place hope on a Special symbiotes can get him out of trouble, and to put it bluntly, he hates every god-toar because they are the culprits of his imprisonment."

Schiller sighed softly, and explained the whole story: "Just after the gray mist was awakened by improving his wisdom, he told me that in his only very vague memory of the origin of the lake, Gnar didn't create him , but 'condensed' him."

As a reporter, Eddie carefully read the difference between these two words, and tried to analyze: "You mean, the gray fog already existed, and Gnar used his own power to condense him into Together, become a creature that looks like a symbiont but is not?"

"The gray mist is a symbiosis." Schiller's firm tone made Eddie a little confused again, and soon Schiller continued to explain: "In other words, Gnar reshaped the gray fog and used him to create a symbiote He can't use any other way, so the gray mist must have a host."

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"You mean he didn't need it?"

Schiller nodded and said: "The gray mist has a predecessor, which was scattered for some reason. Gnar used his power to condense and reshape him, making him think that he is a symbiote, at least in the infancy This is the time."

"And now he has awakened, and has glimpsed part of the truth from his own memory, but we are still not sure where he came from, so I plan to ask Gnar first."

"The word 'ask' is not very accurate, right?" Eddie narrowed his eyes, and he felt the intense hunger and thirst coming from the venom in his body.

"Yes, just ask, eat first and then ask."

Not long after, two figures, one black and one gray, appeared in an empty and dark cosmic space. The black monster floated in the cosmic space, as if disappearing into the boundless darkness, while the gray mist was particularly conspicuous .

Schiller didn't say much at all, the venom couldn't wait to pounce on the only star in the dark space, the endless violent factors in his body and the instinct of devouring made him eager to kill himself Creator, and become fully one with Him.

Gnar was already debilitated, Schiller was sure, there was no way Stark and Batman could have just put him here and done nothing, what would happen if it fell into the hands of two genius Frankensteins, and Needless to say.

Gnar's screams only lasted for a short moment, and Schiller didn't need his strength. The venom ate what he could eat, but there was still more than half of it left. When, Schiller asked him: "Would you feel sad to eat your own creator?"

"He is not my creator, you are."

Soon, a gray mist covered the planet. Schiller didn't know what Stark and Batman had done to Gnar, but he was completely powerless to resist. After the last trace of strength and memory were swallowed, he It has completely returned to the rules of cosmic chaos.

Gnar is not dead. This kind of existence that represents a part of the rules will not die completely. There is no place for him to stay in the dead country. He will just sleep. Maybe when the universe is destroyed and regenerated, he will still use The identity of the oldest living beings exists.

When the gray mist swallowed the last bit of memory fragments, at the top of the tower, he stood with Schiller, staring at the memory of Gnar projected above his head.

They saw that the black figure imprisoned in Klinta Star~IndoMTL.com~ looked at the starry sky in endless loneliness and dead silence, and heard the call of the stars.

He instinctively sensed the secrets deep in the stars, so he responded to the calls of the stars, stretched out his arms to them, and embraced the endless starry sky.

But the old days did not descend on him, he only felt a wisp of illusory mist drifting away from his fingertips, he caught this wisp of mist and condensed more mist.

At the same time, in the real world, endless gray mist billowed from Schiller's body, and Venom had to stay away, because he could feel that some kind of terrifying and magnificent magnificence was coming.

The mist floating out of Schiller's body was much more dense than before, and they formed an endless cloud of gray mist.

When the fog gradually dissipated, a bright starry sky appeared in front of Schiller - he heard the call of the stars.

It sounded like a baby's cry, loud and full of life, as if it was new and joyful to the world that he could clearly understand after coming out of the cradle.

Schiller focused and fascinated staring at the starry sky, staring at a part of the stars, the most magnificent and mysterious part of them, he did not fall into darkness, nor did he go crazy, and those terrible ravings did not shake him at all.

Schiller slowly stretched out his hand, he responded to the calls of the stars, and even wanted to touch them, but the stars did not respond.

Only a tentacle protruded from the thick gray mist and touched the gray ring on Schiller's finger.

Schiller and Gray Mist are in the contract. He and they face the truth of all this together. Staring at the endless starry sky, Schiller called out her real name——

"The nameless fog..."