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Chapter 472
chapter 0221 part 1
Chapter 220: The True Use of Dark Magic
The clouds in the sky were split into pieces, like large swathes of cotton candy.
In a patch of white cloud layer about a dozen square meters in size, a rosewood low table was placed horizontally. Two people sat cross-legged on the cloud, giving off the feeling of watching the world unfold, with clouds rolling and relaxing.
Tang Song personally brewed tea, picking up the purple clay teapot in his hand to pour a cup for the bald-headed big boss opposite him.
The Ancient One, wearing a simple long robe, rolled up her sleeves, picked up the teacup, and took a sip. The fragrance of the tea brought a slight smile to her face.
"The fighting below is so intense, aren't you planning to intervene?"
The Ancient One drank half a teacup, her eyes, which seemed to see through people's hearts, were pure and free of any impurities. She stared directly at Tang Song.
"Mage, aren't you not intervening either?" Tang Song picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip, and retorted.
Below the two of them, dense silver disc-shaped aircraft continuously flew out from the spatial gate.
These unmanned aircraft, similar to drones, maintained a high-speed rotation in the air. Beams of energy light shot out in all directions, instantly tearing a large gap in the defense line the Allied Forces had just established.
The energy beams, descending from the sky like raindrops, caught everyone off guard.
On the Brotherhood of Mutants side, Magneto controlled the giant starship hull cover he had flipped over, using it as a shield above their heads.
With his magnetic manipulation, amidst the creaking sound of bending metal, this starship hatch cover turned into a turtle shell-shaped metal dome.
It blocked the attack of the flying discs for the Mutants gathered around him.
Tony Stark, piloting his Iron Suit, flexibly weaved through the air, occasionally firing palm energy cannons from his hand, attacking these disc-shaped aircraft.
But the number of these disc-shaped aircraft was simply too large, and compared to the Chitauri's flying motorcycle/skiffs from before, their speed was also astonishingly fast.
Tony Stark was hit by the energy beams from these silver flying discs several times. If T'Challa hadn't given him a batch of Vibranium ore afterwards in Wakanda, and he hadn't modified his Iron Suit, he would probably have been riddled like a sieve by now.
"Oh! Shit!"
In front of a shot-down Chitauri Iron Armored Dragon troop transport,
Deadpool, who was bending over with his butt sticking out, scavenging for alien leftover guns, suddenly felt a pain behind him. He turned his head, stunned to find everything below his waist had been blown to smithereens.
"Fuck mother! You alien bastards, you blew off my lower half!"
Looking at the silver flying discs rotating and hovering in front of him.
Deadpool angrily raised a Chitauri rifle in his hand, aimed at the disc behind him, cursing and pulling the trigger.
"Swish swish swish swish—"
The high-speed rotating silver aircraft, with a dozen gun barrels simultaneously firing energy beams, instantly riddled Deadpool like a sieve.
"Swish!"
The silver disc, after firing its lasers, was about to fly away and attack the next target, when a right hand lifted from the mangled mass of flesh and blood on the ground. In its right hand, it held an energy rifle.
As Deadpool pulled the trigger,
A blue energy beam instantly pierced a hole through the silver disc-shaped aircraft. The aircraft smoked and crashed to the ground with a clang.
Thump! Spider-Man Peter Parker shot webbing from both hands, sticking to a rapidly flying silver disc-shaped aircraft. He was lifted into the air by the aircraft.
High in the air, he flipped over to dodge the energy beams fired by two silver aircraft in a crossfire, released the webbing in his hands, and swung through the air.
Thump! He landed in front of Deadpool.
Looking at the mass of flesh and blood on the ground that was rapidly growing and healing, Spider-Man picked up a Chitauri energy rifle from the ground with concern.
Holding the muzzle, he poked Deadpool's body with the gun butt. As for which part, it was a messy mass of flesh and blood, he really couldn't tell.
"Wade! Are you okay!"
Lately, Spider-Man felt he really clicked with this guy Deadpool, especially after he put on his mask.
Perhaps it was because they were both Motor Mouths?!
"I'm fine now! You poked my heart! It's still a baby, it's growing!"
"Oh, Wade, I'm so sorry!" Spider-Man quickly moved the gun away and threw it aside.
Deadpool looked at Peter Parker's action with heartache: "Hey, be gentle, this thing could sell for at least tens of thousands of US Dollars on the Black Market! If we're quick, I think someone would be willing to pay hundreds of thousands of US Dollars!"
"But, Wade, if I remember correctly, the Vibranium the King of Wakanda gave you was enough for you to achieve financial freedom!"
Spider-Man was a little confused. After they helped T'Challa restore his kingdom, T'Challa gave Deadpool a piece of Vibranium ore as promised.
That ore alone was worth a hundred million. Logically speaking, Deadpool shouldn't be short of money.
"Oh?! I sold that Vibranium ore for eighty million US Dollars. Damn middleman, Old George ripped me off twenty million, saying the price of Vibranium ore is artificially inflated right now. I bought a sea view villa, a yacht... A sea view villa actually cost thirty million US Dollars, and I have to pay high property tax every year...
And that yacht, I need to hire crew members, Sailors, and the annual maintenance also costs money!"
"I don't want to be dragged to Japan to film movies again, oh God, the women there are really too ugly, if they hadn't paid so much, I would never have gone..."
Spider-Man listened to the information Deadpool unintentionally revealed,
"Wade, you even filmed movies, were they action movies? Also, you spent all your money?!" Spider-Man swallowed. A hundred million! He never dreamed of that much money.
You know, although his adoptive mother Aunt May was very good to him, because of their family's financial conditions, he never had more than a thousand US Dollars in his pocket.
Chapter 220: The True Use of Dark Magic
The clouds in the sky were split into pieces, like large swathes of cotton candy.
In a patch of white cloud layer about a dozen square meters in size, a rosewood low table was placed horizontally. Two people sat cross-legged on the cloud, giving off the feeling of watching the world unfold, with clouds rolling and relaxing.
Tang Song personally brewed tea, picking up the purple clay teapot in his hand to pour a cup for the bald-headed big boss opposite him.
The Ancient One, wearing a simple long robe, rolled up her sleeves, picked up the teacup, and took a sip. The fragrance of the tea brought a slight smile to her face.
"The fighting below is so intense, aren't you planning to intervene?"
The Ancient One drank half a teacup, her eyes, which seemed to see through people's hearts, were pure and free of any impurities. She stared directly at Tang Song.
"Mage, aren't you not intervening either?" Tang Song picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip, and retorted.
Below the two of them, dense silver disc-shaped aircraft continuously flew out from the spatial gate.
These unmanned aircraft, similar to drones, maintained a high-speed rotation in the air. Beams of energy light shot out in all directions, instantly tearing a large gap in the defense line the Allied Forces had just established.
The energy beams, descending from the sky like raindrops, caught everyone off guard.
On the Brotherhood of Mutants side, Magneto controlled the giant starship hull cover he had flipped over, using it as a shield above their heads.
With his magnetic manipulation, amidst the creaking sound of bending metal, this starship hatch cover turned into a turtle shell-shaped metal dome.
It blocked the attack of the flying discs for the Mutants gathered around him.
Tony Stark, piloting his Iron Suit, flexibly weaved through the air, occasionally firing palm energy cannons from his hand, attacking these disc-shaped aircraft.
But the number of these disc-shaped aircraft was simply too large, and compared to the Chitauri's flying motorcycle/skiffs from before, their speed was also astonishingly fast.
Tony Stark was hit by the energy beams from these silver flying discs several times. If T'Challa hadn't given him a batch of Vibranium ore afterwards in Wakanda, and he hadn't modified his Iron Suit, he would probably have been riddled like a sieve by now.
"Oh! Shit!"
In front of a shot-down Chitauri Iron Armored Dragon troop transport,
Deadpool, who was bending over with his butt sticking out, scavenging for alien leftover guns, suddenly felt a pain behind him. He turned his head, stunned to find everything below his waist had been blown to smithereens.
"Fuck mother! You alien bastards, you blew off my lower half!"
Looking at the silver flying discs rotating and hovering in front of him.
Deadpool angrily raised a Chitauri rifle in his hand, aimed at the disc behind him, cursing and pulling the trigger.
"Swish swish swish swish—"
The high-speed rotating silver aircraft, with a dozen gun barrels simultaneously firing energy beams, instantly riddled Deadpool like a sieve.
"Swish!"
The silver disc, after firing its lasers, was about to fly away and attack the next target, when a right hand lifted from the mangled mass of flesh and blood on the ground. In its right hand, it held an energy rifle.
As Deadpool pulled the trigger,
A blue energy beam instantly pierced a hole through the silver disc-shaped aircraft. The aircraft smoked and crashed to the ground with a clang.
Thump! Spider-Man Peter Parker shot webbing from both hands, sticking to a rapidly flying silver disc-shaped aircraft. He was lifted into the air by the aircraft.
High in the air, he flipped over to dodge the energy beams fired by two silver aircraft in a crossfire, released the webbing in his hands, and swung through the air.
Thump! He landed in front of Deadpool.
Looking at the mass of flesh and blood on the ground that was rapidly growing and healing, Spider-Man picked up a Chitauri energy rifle from the ground with concern.
Holding the muzzle, he poked Deadpool's body with the gun butt. As for which part, it was a messy mass of flesh and blood, he really couldn't tell.
"Wade! Are you okay!"
Lately, Spider-Man felt he really clicked with this guy Deadpool, especially after he put on his mask.
Perhaps it was because they were both Motor Mouths?!
"I'm fine now! You poked my heart! It's still a baby, it's growing!"
"Oh, Wade, I'm so sorry!" Spider-Man quickly moved the gun away and threw it aside.
Deadpool looked at Peter Parker's action with heartache: "Hey, be gentle, this thing could sell for at least tens of thousands of US Dollars on the Black Market! If we're quick, I think someone would be willing to pay hundreds of thousands of US Dollars!"
"But, Wade, if I remember correctly, the Vibranium the King of Wakanda gave you was enough for you to achieve financial freedom!"
Spider-Man was a little confused. After they helped T'Challa restore his kingdom, T'Challa gave Deadpool a piece of Vibranium ore as promised.
That ore alone was worth a hundred million. Logically speaking, Deadpool shouldn't be short of money.
"Oh?! I sold that Vibranium ore for eighty million US Dollars. Damn middleman, Old George ripped me off twenty million, saying the price of Vibranium ore is artificially inflated right now. I bought a sea view villa, a yacht... A sea view villa actually cost thirty million US Dollars, and I have to pay high property tax every year...
And that yacht, I need to hire crew members, Sailors, and the annual maintenance also costs money!"
"I don't want to be dragged to Japan to film movies again, oh God, the women there are really too ugly, if they hadn't paid so much, I would never have gone..."
Spider-Man listened to the information Deadpool unintentionally revealed,
"Wade, you even filmed movies, were they action movies? Also, you spent all your money?!" Spider-Man swallowed. A hundred million! He never dreamed of that much money.
You know, although his adoptive mother Aunt May was very good to him, because of their family's financial conditions, he never had more than a thousand US Dollars in his pocket.
