A native of the United States

Chapter 60 Sometimes the dead are more useful than the living

brush!
The tall iceberg piercing the sky was swept away by the thick heat rays, cutting off the sharp peak, and crashing down.

Arthur dodged Ron's attack in a panic.

Ron was also attacked by the people of the motherland, but he couldn't even break the battle suit on his body. It can only be used to replenish energy.

"Damn, even this is useless to him, it seems to be absorbed by him to hit me."

After fighting for a while, Arthur, who had been damaged by plasma laser rays many times, saw Ron standing in the void, ignoring the Cyclops of the motherland, and realized this with an ugly face.

He let the homelanders attack Ron, which seemed to refuel him.

Although I have the ability to recover quickly, it is not infinite recovery after all.

Bang!
His face struggled a few times, Arthur's eyes must have suddenly turned into a streamer, and he gritted his teeth and wanted to escape quickly.

What happened this time was not a small accident that caused him to withdraw slightly from his leisurely life, but a huge horror that could engulf him.

Ron's strength made him see no hope of victory.

"Stop him for me."

He gave orders to the controlled homelanders.

Stop Ron and buy him time to escape.

"You let slow sloths intercept me?"

With a sneer, a crimson energy flame emerged from Ron, blocking Arthur's path in an instant, and with strong oppression, he looked indifferently at the injured prey trying to escape like a hunter.

"You have a real imagination.

He glanced at the natives who flew over half a beat later, and the laser beam hit them and sent them flying.

"By the way, you're just another limping turtle to me."

"Ron, I know you have something to do with the heroine named Starlight, as well as your mother and brother."

When he came to a desperate situation, Arthur, who was in ragged clothes and covered with mud, punched him and threatened him viciously.

"Let me go, I have the ability of immortality, you can't kill me, otherwise you will start to learn how to take care of vegetative people for the rest of your life!"

"You use them to threaten me?"

He easily took his fist and grabbed his hand tightly like iron pliers. Ron punched him in the face, and the air wave rolled and exploded, and cold words came.

"Why do you think I set your grave in Antarctica?"

Bang, another punch.

Arthur, who had a physique no less than that of the motherland, looked weak and unable to escape while clutching his fists. He was hit on the head by iron fists with terrifying power, and his blood spattered.

After repeated heavy blows, he vaguely saw the kingdom of the dead beckoning to him.

"Because the wind and snow are shrouded all the year round, there is a vast expanse of whiteness, and there is a big war, and the satellites can't check it?"

"No, the main reason is that it's far enough away."

After a long period of regeneration and fighting, Ron clearly felt that Arthur's strength had weakened a lot. He easily grabbed his neck and grabbed it in front of him, with a playful face.

"Tell me, where did I hide them?"

"If you can tell me, I'll let you go!"

Even Professor X has to use a brain wave booster to concentrate his energy in order to scan the world to find mutants.

With a distance of more than half the earth, he didn't believe that Arthur's psychic ability covered such a wide area, and he found a few 'ordinary people'.

"North... North Pole."

This is a fatal problem. Arthur, who was strangled by the neck, turned his brain quickly, and he was beaten to lose a few teeth, and he struggled to utter two words with blood mixed in his mouth.

"It's the North Pole!"

The farthest place on the earth from the Antarctic is the North Pole. This is the safest distance, and he can only gamble when life and death are at stake.

"wrong answer."

Confirming that the person in front of him had no capital to threaten him at all, Ron looked down at the terrified person in front of him contemptuously, as if he had sentenced him to death, and grabbed his head forcefully, with hot rays shining from his eyes.

"I didn't hide them at all."

"you?……"

Arthur, who was made fun of, was startled and angry, and the next second, the scarlet dazzling light occupied his entire field of vision.

Ahhhhh!
Screams of pain resounded over Antarctica.

Searing rays pierced his eyes and shot into his head, steaming his brains dry.

Arthur's mouth widened, revealing light, his thoughts stopped, his hands hang down feebly, and he had to stop all futile struggles.

"Rebirth from death?"

While constantly instilling energy to destroy his regenerated brain, Ron dismissed it in his heart: "It's over."

Although he had obtained the ability of immortality and regeneration long ago, he never let go of his vigilance.

Because this undead rebirth has flaws.

Once the head is destroyed, unless the enemy has no ability to fight again, or is too stupid to seize the opportunity, he will have to wait for someone to slaughter and give him real death.

laugh!
I don't know how long it took, and the face was bruised and swollen. The motherlander opened his eyes in a daze, and regained consciousness.

I saw a terrifying head, with black eyes, wide open mouth and distorted expression, hot rays of light remained in the eye sockets, like two ghostly fires, flying in the air and looking at him.

"what?"

He was so taken aback by the terrifying sight that was so close at hand, that he almost turned around and ran away in fright.

"you're awake."

An indifferent voice floated slowly in the cold wind.

"He's dead? You killed him?"

In the wind and snow, the people from the motherland, whose heart was pounding, looked up, only to see that the head of the bloody and terrifying dead body was not floating in the air, but was being lifted.

It was carried by Ron casually.

Although the face of the corpse was contorted with pain, he recognized that it was Arthur's head.

"Do you still retain your memory when you were controlled?"

"I... I am controlled"

Recalling the scene of being brutally beaten by Ron in his memory, fear flashed across the eyes of the homelander who was sore and bruised at the corner of his mouth, swallowed, and quickly explained.

That ruthless look is really scary, how does it feel that Ron doesn't care whether the attack will kill him or not.

"Just remember."

Nodding in satisfaction, Ron turned and flew away.

After getting up, he glanced at the headless corpse that fell on the ground in the distance and was covered by wind and snow. Thinking of the people from his homeland who were almost scared to death, he followed carefully and asked.

"It's fine if you kill him, why cut off his head?"

"Could it be taken back as a trophy?"

Isn't it a bit too perverted.

"Sometimes the dead are more useful than the living."

Ron didn't look back, and replied meaningfully.

　The next chapter is Marvel in the new universe, but the story of the black robe universe is not over yet, and it will come to an end temporarily. I hope everyone will support it. (`ω)
　　
　
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