Chapter 640： Birth of a poison waiter (1/2)

Chapter 640: Birth of the Poison Servant

After the toxin left the body, it was just Eddie of the ordinary human body. In less than half a second, the breath was cut off, and the remaining half of the body stopped all vital characteristics.

On the other side.

Countless black line liquids broke through the blazing green flames, wrapped around the bone shelf of Deadpool, and formed a layer of dark protective film outside the bones, trying to resist the burning of green flames.

There was a blaze of flames in the hollow eyes. Hellfire seemed to realize what it was. It locked the deadpool's keel with an iron chain, and the deadpool's head pinched in the palm of his hand made a loud sound. The dark skeleton of the human skeleton spread over.

It wants to burn Deadpool with the symbiotic toxins and burn them together.

With only the skeleton left, the Deadpool continued to scream and struggle, and a stern, sharp cry was heard from his body.

”This is not an ordinary flame ...”

The voice of the poison resounded madly in Deadpool's mind. It was indeed immune to flames, but the green flame on Hellfire was derived from the eternal fire. Not to mention the body, it burns with the soul.

Under the burning of the green flames of the hellfire body, the protective film formed by the toxin on the surface of the Deadpool bones faded away a little, and the skin of the protective film was burnt and evaporated into nothingness.

”hateful!”

Immune to the symbiotic toxins of the flame. For the first time in my life, I can taste the fire burning.

How to describe the taste of infinitely close to death? It was hot, dry, and red, and the water on the body was gradually evaporated by high temperatures, and maybe even a trace of the body could not be left.

Death, real death, death nowhere to escape.

But this feeling of despair and suffocation, why is it familiar, as if when I experienced it once--

Symbiotic toxins can't help thinking.

Then, deep in its memory, something awakened by the fire. The box that had been sealed since birth was finally opened.

The toxin is clearly 'seeing'.

That was the chase scene above the chaotic sky. The top dome is a red wormhole vortex, surrounded by spinning tornadoes. It is in the cockpit of a large spacecraft, and in front of it is another eagle fighter.

On the deck of the eagle, stood a man, Kyle, who looked down at it coldly, with a devastating red flame condensing on his hands.

”Slaughter. You are the evil product of my venom and my venom, the negative consciousness accumulated during the Second World War. It is my comrade in arms and my demon. But the end of World War II is long over. Everything is either frozen or forever. Disappear in this world. ”

Kyle whispered to his ears.

massacre? Who is the slaughter? Me?

The toxin's brain is shaking and shattering!

”So ..., farewell, slaughter. I hope that in the next life, you don't have any relationship with me.” Kyle's words had just fallen, he covered his palms, and the hot flames turned into flames It came.

”Do not!!!”

The toxin screamed in despair, and a moment before the flame column was approaching, a thought came to its mind involuntarily.

”No, master. Our battle and journey are not over. As long as there is battle, you will always need me. Because only when we are together, no one in this universe can beat us.”

The toxin does not know, is that the thought before the massacre, or the current thought. It only knew that at this moment of despair, he finally found the meaning of existence he had been looking for.

It turned out that it was born in the magic fire.