Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 1295: Under desperation, reverse the future (4)

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"Abandon the confusion and stick to the faith."

"No need to worry, no need to be afraid."

"With me, she won't hurt you, just walk forward."

"Don't be swayed by hallucinations, remember."

The voice of the saint resounded in her heart.

Wanda cast aside all distractions and rushed towards New York City.

This short distance of 1,500 meters has never felt so long.

The evil murmur in the back of her mind, like the echoes in the valley, was amplified through continuous superposition, until it finally exploded like a thunderclap, almost destroying her sanity and dragging her into the dark abyss.

Several times she couldn't help it and wanted to look back at the evil look behind her that made her feel horrified.

But every time, at the last moment, when she was about to turn her head, she was forcibly controlled by her and continued to look back.

An endless gust of wind roars from behind, accompanied by an unpleasant odor.

A roar of rage, like a thunder blast behind.

Even if she didn't look back, she could feel that the entity in the black mist was trying to break through the Saint's defense.

At this moment, a distorted huge dark shadow, through the clouds, the earth, and everything that can spread, shone on her path, undulating like mud and swamps.

The shadow gradually grew under her feet, and it seemed that the group of monsters behind her was approaching at high speed.

Whoohoo-!

The cold and biting cold wind hit the back of her neck, accompanied by some kind of moist airflow.

In an instant, goosebumps and hair stand on end.

A wet vapor on the back of her neck feels like the thing... just behind her, close enough to touch.

Fear, a little bit of accumulation in my heart.

"No, Wanda, can't look back!"

Wanda warned himself over and over again, pinching his arms and thighs hard, forcibly dispelling the haze shrouded in his heart.

Ignoring the distorted shadow that was still growing, as if to swallow her up, she bit her head and continued to fly forward.

New York City, gradually enlarged in the eyes.

Soon...soon...hold on!

Wanda encouraged herself in her heart, forcing the fear out of her mind and focusing on one thing.

But no matter how she ignored it, the fear was still accumulating in her heart.

Until... a slippery, sticky, soft thing slid lightly across her neck, leaving a sticky, smelly black liquid.

In another instant, it seemed like a thunderbolt exploded in her mind.

Om!

Wanda's mind went blank, trembling fear all over his body.

The sticky tentacle reappeared, and slowly wrapped around it, twitching the hair.

"You... are you still there?" Wanda, terrified to the extreme, shouted the name of 'Saint'.

But unfortunately.

It was like being in a vacuum, her voice and fear, no one could hear her.

The tentacle slid down her back crest little by little, like a venomous snake, and it slowly got into her clothes and slid along her skin, and it was smooth and smooth wherever it went. touch.

She moved her eyes stiffly and looked at her neck out of the corner of her eye.

A massive, rotting, wriggling mass, like black mud, lay on her back.

It's like a twisted, abstract creation made by a child with water and mud.

There is no specific image, because it is constantly changing, stretching, twisting, and it is like a black-fired porcelain body just out of the kiln, with disgusting green eyeballs, and a stinky slime. tooth mouth.

If I had to describe it.

This black mud monster looks like... a surreal twisted figurine of a perverted artist.

"Ah ah ah!"

She couldn't take it any longer and let out a terrified scream.

The growing fear, like a monster, devoured what was left of reason.

Persistence, faith, reason...all accompanied by that tentacle, were destroyed, she cried out 'Jesus' frantically, begging for the redemption of the Son of God, to dispel the darkness and fear in her heart .

But all the voices cannot be transmitted.

I don't know when, the surroundings turned into darkness, without any sound and light, just like the stomach of a monster.

This scene became the straw that broke the camel's back.

Go back! back! back!

Fear finally prevailed at this moment, and she looked back.

Chaos magic is like a surging giant wave, setting off a rolling wind, tearing the void into pieces, destroying everything within the range.

It's just that Wanda knew he was wrong when the power of Chaos ceased.

That terrifying, black mud-like monster doesn't actually exist, everything is an illusion created.

There are no so-called monsters, nor so-called shadows.

The strange, twisted black mist, blocked by the golden light of the saint, was still far away from her.

And New York City...the holy enchantment set up by an angel is less than a meter away from her.

The swollen girl smiled, with a hint of sarcasm and mockery, looking down at the saint who stopped her, and said, "It's a pity that you lost again."

"No...Wanda..."

Jesus held a scarlet spear and looked back at Wanda with deep helplessness and disappointment on his face.

"I'm sorry..."

Wanda closed her eyes in pain, tears running down her cheeks.

She succumbed to the illusion created by that fear, killing humanity's last hope with her own hands.

Peng!

The next moment, Wanda exploded from the inside out, like a bursting balloon.

Flesh mixed with internal organs sprayed on the ground, splashing a little scarlet, coquettish blood-colored flowers.

Jingle!

The ancient silver key fell on the ground, rolled a few times, and finally stopped at the edge of the barrier.

"It's over...Jesus."

The swollen girl easily passed Jesus, appeared on the edge of the barrier, and picked up the silver key: "Just like the failure last time, this time you still lose for the same reason, that is... ..believe in so-called human beings."

The ancient silver key ~IndoMTL.com~ shines in her hands.

One after another, the light of brilliant stars rose from under the earth, like a sharp sword piercing the sky and piercing the sky.

Boom boom boom...

The starlight crashed into the unfathomable fissure, causing huge explosions.

The chains of order visible to the naked eye shattered under the impact of the starlight.

Then, countless stars gathered together, blooming with dazzling brilliance. In the depths of the deep and restrained starry sky, the infinite brilliance gathered out of the sphere, like a giant in myth stepping out of a crack.

At this moment, time and space are collapsing, and dimensions are constantly sinking and collapsing.

If you look at it from the starry sky, you can find that the entire earth is pressed into a pancake and slowly spreads out like a picture scroll. Everything is imprinted in the 'picture scroll', showing despair and Nameless horror.

Everything has a name, and the one that gathers thousands of radiant spheres is called Yogg-Sothoth!

"Welcome back...my brother!"