Marvel World New Magneto

Falling back to the ground amid the maddening cheers of the crowd, as soon as Eric's foot stepped on the ground, the poor booster board made a sound of glass shattering, and then turned into a pile of shards.

With its help, Eric completed an unprecedented feat of saving thousands of people from the fire demon's minions. Now his heart is clear, and he feels reborn, as if he had taken a dip in the big river. , tired and relaxed.

The students rushed up, hung on him and shouted, and Peter was not behind. He hesitated to join his peers to join the celebratory team. After all, they had fought together and were good friends.

Behind Peter are Harry and Mary Jane. The students took them out when they were saving people. Harry's head was smashed. Mary Jane supported him and looked at the riotous group with admiration. People, before they could think about whether to go in or not, the fanatical public and reporters had already passed over these two people, surrounded Eric and his party, grabbed their hands and feet, and threw them high into the sky.

People have used all means to express their inner joy, but a bigger celebration is still brewing. The disaster of this day has come to an end. Although there are casualties, the number has not become larger. Before the government comes up with countermeasures, People can cheer for heroes as much as they want.

Thank you, New Magneto.

In the boiling turmoil, Eric quietly pulled away and left. After finishing the work, John would take his classmates back to the office. Now he wants to track another person.

Passing through the crowds and following a trace that was hard to see with the naked eye, Eric went straight to an abandoned industrial area. It used to be brilliant, but now it is just a ruin waiting to be relocated. The empty factory building is covered with lush green grass.Only the sparrows in the treetops occasionally chirped three or two times.

Pushing open a door, Eric entered the office area.It was empty inside, the equipment was all removed, and some papers were scattered on the ground, covered with dust.

"Are you looking for me, the new Magneto?" Speaking of Eric's nickname, the old voice was full of sarcasm, but also had a strange feeling, his voice echoed in the spacious room, and a figure appeared upstairs.

"Yes." Eric turned his head and looked at the back above. "I'm here to thank you for your help. It's hard for me to succeed without your strength."

"No need." The man didn't intend to accept his thanks, he waved his hand, and slowly moved along the railing.

"Your skills give me endless inspiration. I don't want to hide it. I have learned a lot from you." He said, walking around a corner, and finally turned his body.Showing the old face.

"I'll give you a suggestion, child." Magneto said, his expression was quite solemn at this moment, and the look in Eric's eyes also changed, and it was no longer pure hostility.

"What?" Eric asked.

"Add a Roman numeral to your name," Magneto replied.

"Magneto II?" Eric shook his head. "Feel sorry."

"Well, that's your choice." The old mutant turned slowly.

"In [-], I came to this country. In Europe people say that this is a country of freedom, freedom and prosperity. I once regarded it as another holy place flowing with milk and honey. But the truth tells me that holy places are always only Exist in the imagination. In this country of freedom. The compatriots are still not free." The voice of the vicissitudes echoed, and Magneto looked at Eric again.

"You've done a great job so far, I have to admit. But remember, humans are accustomed to turning their backs on their faces."

With one last look at Eric, Magneto left.His voice is still in the room, but the person has disappeared.

Eric stared at the empty office building for a while, then turned to leave.

Now, he's going to deal with one last piece of trouble.

The trouble was being crushed to death by the plane crashing into the building, the flames burning around it, almost roasting it.

"Hey, is there anyone here to help me?" Norman Osborn shouted after taking off the Green Goblin mask. He took a lot of effort to avoid the fire, but in the building full of smoke and high temperature, a There are no figures.

Most of the ordinary people left through the steel tunnel built by Eric above. The firefighters were still fighting the fire outside. John and a few people were exhausted, and now they can only do some auxiliary work.

So no one will get close for a while.

Except for one person.

"Eric, you're finally here." Norman cried out in surprise when he saw the person coming.

"Yeah, Norman." Eric, who rushed back to the building, came to the floor of the crash, where Mr. Green Goblin was hiding.

"I'm kind Eric, and I can't just sit back and let you go."

Hearing Eric's words, Norman's face froze for a moment, and then he quickly reacted, cheekily as if nothing had happened, and enthusiastically waved his arms to the ally, asking him to come and rescue him.

"Save you?" Eric asked in amazement, spreading his hands. "why?"

"We're friends," Norman replied with the same amazement, as if it was a crime not to do what he said.

"Really?" Eric said teasingly. "A sly friend, a friend who kills me, a friend who is crazy, and a friend who is unreliable."

He gradually came up to Norman, looking at him from a distance of ten feet.

"Eric, save me." Norman made an appearance of repentance, pleading with him pitifully, and his skinny face was full of prayers.

Eric pointed to the hand he hid behind and said nothing.

Norman let go of his embarrassed hand, revealing a pumpkin bomb.

All the reliance has disappeared, and now he has returned to President Osborn's bearing.

"Help me and I will repay you." Norman said sternly. "Is this not what you want?"

Eric brushed away the pumpkin, turned and left.

"Osborna mutant, what more do you want, all my property?" Norman shouted.

"I don't want anything." Eric stopped and answered sideways. "I changed my mind."

"You're a dangerous guy, and it's too dangerous to deal with someone who can't control himself, so I decided to hand you over to this person."

"Who?" Norman asked, feeling a little bad in his heart. "police?"

"Of course not." Eric dismissed his guesses, threw the leader of a big company into the police station, and watched him as comfortable as in his own home?

He turned around, ignoring the heat and smoke, and walked around Norman before stopping.

"Do you know Norman, I've heard that the greatest justice in the world is to punish evil and promote goodness. It is undoubtedly the most appropriate for a suitable person to announce the judgment at this time. It is only reasonable for him to clean up your sins. ."

"Sin? Judgment?" Norman chewed on the words, bored. "Do you think that you are a good person by saving others? One in ten people must die because of you."

"God only promises 1 chances for his believers to be saved. I'm not God. I just need to know what I'm doing."

"Bah," Norman threw away his demeanor and spat at Eric from a distance. "What a good person you are, and you have a share in what I have done. If I go to hell, there will be your place next to me."

"That's right," Eric said lightly. "So I also wonder, why don't those innocent people die, why do I have to save them? But this question is not important, now please let me introduce someone to you."

He clapped his hands, and a figure emerged from the sea of ​​flames on the other side of the stairs. When he first emerged from the high temperature, he was a semi-liquid silver figure, but after walking a few steps away from the flames, he changed into a ragged The young man looked like he was only 20 years old, his handsome face was expressionless, as if carved by a craftsman out of cold stone.

"Lancer Valentine." Eric introduced someone to Norman. "Reminder, he also has an identity, a former Air Force captain named Pocky Curtis."

"I think Mr. Osborn remembers it very well," Eric said, but he guessed wrong.

Norman didn't remember the name at all. There were always too many political and economic matters in his mind, and the names of the little people came to his ears without leaving any impression.

"Okay, let's reminisce." Eric felt regretful, walked over to the former air force captain, who was now a liquid metal life, and hugged his shoulders.

"Think about Pocky, who took your life, who made you lose your family, and who made you so down?" Eric turned his head over and aimed his eyes at the terrified Nuo. Man. "Look at him and recall it with all your memories."

Eric said, and Norman's face that let the Green Goblin mask return, Norman felt bad, and struggled frantically, trying to escape from the wreckage of the plane.

Lancer——or Pocky Curtis's soul fragment quietly looked at the Green Goblin mask, and gradually that cruel night reappeared in front of him.

The boundless darkness, the flying fire, and the intense pain were repeated in a familiar burst of crazy laughter. The Green Goblin's laughter was his lingering nightmare, and now it came to him again.

Curtis's soul fragment roared in the body of the liquid metal life, and he walked towards the Green Goblin step by step, approaching him with the deepest hatred.

"Let me go, Eric, everything I have belongs to you, and you have the final say from now on." The Green Goblin desperately grabbed his legs and begged Eric for mercy.

"Harry is enough." Eric snapped his fingers, turned and walked out of the burning floor.

Behind him, Pocky opened his mouth, the corners of his mouth split open, and the silver muscles were exposed in front of the Green Goblin's eyes. Shrouded towards Norman Osborn.

"What the hell are you?" Due to fear, the whites of Norman's eyes were bloodshot, and he murmured as he watched this enchanting scene, and then darkness descended.

After a dull scream, the building returned to calm, and now only the sound of burning horns could be heard. (To be continued~^~)