Chapter 557： Apocalypse (2/2)
It’s a real spike, and almost all members of the X-Men team are defeated in just five seconds. The only real shot is the Apocalypse -
”Rogan! Hank! Alex!”
Asazzo’s body trembles, and the space can be banned, unable to use the transmission ability, and then can’t do anything.
”Cough.”
Eric coughed a few times, touched his neck, stood up from the top of the train, and stared at the apocalypse and asked: ”What are you looking for?”
The Apocalypse replied in an infectious way: ”The current superpower does not have the necessary existence. Since I have recovered, I must achieve the immortality. Children, you are the best candidate for the fourth knight.”
”knight?”
Although Eric was puzzled, he still walked toward the Apocalypse.
”Yes, Cavalier. Child, you have great potential, but you haven't fully awakened, let me help you.”
In order to express his sincerity, the apocalypse beheaded directly to the palm of the hand and grabbed Eric. Eric felt that the blood of the body, and even the genes, were irritated at the moment, and the knees fell softly on the ground. Extremely painful mourning.
“Recalling the emotions of anger, and the situation of your first awakening ability when you were a child.”
The Apocalypse gave the increase to Eric, whispering and guiding, and Eric's face on the train was stunned, and the blue veins were like a dragon snake, and the palms were stretched out with difficulty and determination.
”Yes, that's it.” Apocalypse continues to guide.
”Ah!” Eric yelled.
‘呜呜——’
The trains of the people trembled fiercely, and then they left the railroads and carried the people in midair. Then, under the traction of the super-strong magnetic field, the railroad tracks of a square kilometer began to collapse, and several mountain bodies followed the collapse of the mountain, and numerous gravel dusts flew upwards.
This scene is called a doomsday scene.
”Hey, he is great.” The archangel couldn't help but sigh and finally understand why Apocalypse must recruit Eric.
Wan magnetic king, worthy of the name!
On the other side, it is still on a sunny southern island.
Caesar and the piano sit on the reef, one big and one small, each holding a bamboo pole, apparently fishing at the beach for leisure.
”Teacher.” The piano shook the small hand of the bamboo pole.
”How, catching the fish?” Caesar asked yawning.
”No.” Qin shook his head and wondered: ”But I vaguely heard some mourning, I don't know where it came from.”
”Oh? Finally, I am willing to show up.”
Caesar's eyes flashed a glimmer of color, whispered, and then reached out to sing the little head of the piano. ”Don't think about being lazy, continue fishing, catching enough three, or not to mention training, fishing is not enough for you to eat.”
”Yes.” Qin grievances to pout a small mouth, continue to calm down the state of fishing.
(End of this chapter)