American Comics: Multiverse of Madness.

Chapter 493 The other side of the mirror

In the chaotic darkness, Zhang Yi quietly stared at the bubble-like barrier, feeling that the power coming from above was gradually weakening.

It worked.

Just when Ryan said that word, everything changed drastically. This universe born from pollution, this world that constantly rejected his own arrival, now opened the door to him for the first time.

The balance of order was quietly broken at this moment.

Although Zhang Yi's body is still unable to intervene in this world, the terrifying energy carried in his body finally has a carrier that can carry it.

'I should have thought of that.'

Zhang Ye smiled silently.

'Ryan is one of the cornerstones of this world and the most critical link in the development of this universe. Only he can have enough ability to be my 'sword'. '

The secret community of the Walt Group, on the lawn outside the ruins of the school.

Zhang Wei's body lost strength in an instant and fell softly. At the same time, blood streaks appeared rapidly on his skin, like a spider web, which was extremely terrifying.

Opposite him, Ryan's body suddenly erupted with a terrifying momentum. For a moment, the situation changed, and even the turf on the ground was bent and clinging to the ground.

The hurricane swept through everything around it, even overturning the cars on the roadside. The heavy rain became more violent, seeming to celebrate the arrival of some kind of existence.

Click——! ! !
A bolt of thunder pierced the sky, as if tearing apart the dark clouds, illuminating the dark ground.

It was under this fleeting light that the strange and terrifying huge shadow behind Ryan's small body was reflected.

He was obviously just a 1.23-meter-tall boy, but under the flash of electric light, an extremely depressing and terrifying weird shadow appeared on the lawn behind him.

It was an unknown entity with wings on its back, sharp horns on its head, and twisted tentacles spread all over its body. Just looking at this shadow gave people a feeling of suffocation that was difficult to breathe.

Gently opening his eyes, the green light slowly faded in Ryan's pupils.

Ryan, no, it’s Zhang Yi now.

"finally."

Looking down at the white palm, Zhang Yi shook it gently, feeling that the surging power was continuously pouring out from the deeper soul.

After taking a deep breath and exhaling it for a long time, Zhang Yi realized for the first time how suitable this body was for him.

If Zhang Wei's skin has put a thousand-jin weight on himself and tied his soul with iron ropes, then as a skin, Ryan at this time has allowed himself to remove all the constraints and truly be able to exert all his potential. energy.

Turning his head slightly, Zhang Yi looked at the two corpses beside him. One was his former body Zhang Wei, and the other was Ryan's mother Beijia.

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Staring at them with complicated eyes, Zhang Yi raised his hand slightly, and two clusters of green flames popped out from his fingertips, which instantly spread to the two corpses.

The flames that seemed to be extinguished at any moment were not affected by the heavy rain. The moment they came into contact with the two corpses, the raging flames suddenly burned.

In the flames, the two corpses were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not only the battered skin and flesh, but also the damaged internal organs and blood were being filled in at this moment.

"Be grateful that there is no so-called 'god' in this world, otherwise it would not be that easy to resurrect you if your soul is taken away."

After muttering something to himself, Zhang Yi withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the dim sky.

That's all. Now that I have completely regained my energy, it's time to correct all the mistakes.

The tip of his toes touched the ground slightly, and a sonic boom suddenly erupted from Zhang Yi's side, and he soared into the sky, straight into the sky.

Arriving high in the sky, walking among the dark clouds and thunder, Zhang Yi realized that the rain was not just covering this place. At this moment, most of the United States was covered by black clouds, as if a typhoon was passing through and the end of the world was coming.

Frowning slightly, Zhang Yi seemed to have thought of something, and his speed slowed down.

Opening the wizard's eyes, everything in the field of vision has undergone earth-shaking changes at this moment. The black clouds are now as black as ink, and every drop of rain is carrying the smell of pollution.

The city below shrouded in flames of war is like a steam engine running at full power, constantly spewing out immeasurable pollution, then turning into black clouds that cover the sky and turning into rain pouring down.

Looking at all this indifferently, Zhang Ye's figure quickly dived towards the battlefield. Zhang Yi didn't know what city he was under, nor who were on the battlefield here, but from the firelight and killing cries in the torrential rain, he could tell that this place was suffering from an intensifying attack. war.

Casting his gaze towards the battlefield in the street, what he saw was mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The zombie Wolverine is waving his claws to hunt the lives of ordinary people. Behind him, Colossus chases him desperately, trying to stop him from harvesting lives.

Zombie Wolverine and Colossus?
Zhang Yi frowned, and he squinted his eyes and looked over again.

But on the ground, a girl made of steel was chasing a dog-shaped beast-turned-superpower. The dog-man was seriously injured and was running away holding the half of his intestines that had leaked out.

"Huha."

Panting slightly, Zhang Yi's eyelids twitched faintly.

He shifted his gaze and looked towards the battlefield further away, which was also the main street where the fighting was more intense, where killing cries and explosions could be heard endlessly.

Leopard Girl jumped high from the roof and pounced on Daredevil. Deathstroke's head was held in Ant-Man's hand, and the next moment it was smashed into Killer Croc in the distance.

Polaris and Starfire were facing each other in mid-air, the Martian girl was torn in half by Dr. Lizard, and Batman laughed while standing on the roof of the bus, mocking Spider-Man below who had a broken hand.
Everything seems to be a mirror image, but it looks so real under the mist of the heavy rain.

The smell of pollution seemed to be getting worse. Here, Zhang Yi even seemed to see parallel universes on the verge of destruction one after another.

"So, is this the truth?"

Looking at the Walt superheroes fighting each other below, Zhang Yi's eyes were extremely cold.

Zhang Ye's original guess was that pollution should be a strange, indescribable cognitive energy radiated downwards from the thoughts formed by beings at high latitudes.

But now it seems that the truth may be far more than what I speculated.

Pollution is like a mirror. Whether it is the Marvel world or the DC universe, they are all worlds outside the mirror, worlds that can be intervened by oneself. But here, this black-robed picket universe exists in pollution.

In other words, this universe is actually the world inside the mirror. Perhaps this can explain why I cannot come here with my body, but can only come here with my spirit and soul.

The two sides of the mirror influence each other all the time. When superheroes are born, instinctively, superheroes are also born on the opposite side of the mirror.

Under the influence of the thoughts of existence in higher dimensions, the heroes inside the mirror gradually deviated from the correct track. They began to embark on a more extreme path, a path to please the existence of high latitudes.

Even the actions of the heroes in this mirror world will turn into cognitive pollution and in turn affect the world outside the mirror.

Close your eyes and think about the past again.

Peter Parker, who was infected by the spider virus and died, the X-Men girls who became bartenders, the Hawaiian Flash who disappeared in the disaster just after restarting the timeline, had extremely powerful combat power but died from two steel knives. heroes
Perhaps, when Starlight was kneeling in front of the deep sea, the same thing was happening in a certain DC universe outside the mirror, in the watchtower of the Justice League.

Shaking his head silently, Zhang Yi speeded up again, speeding towards the Water Building where the pollution was the most serious and where the war first broke out.

The sonic boom blasted away the surrounding rain and black clouds, and Zhang Yi was like a meteor across the sky.

By the time Zhang Yi arrived at the Watt Building, the war here had come to an end.

Blood was everywhere, mixed with the rain, and the soldier boy's body was nailed to the statue in the square in front of the Watt Building. In his chest, there was a hole as black as carbon.

The soldier boy's eyes still contained anger and disbelief. It seemed that he did not expect that he would die in this place, let alone that there was someone more powerful than him in this world.

Under the statue, the motherland man was covered in blood, and a terrifying and ferocious scar spread from the top of his head to his chin, almost splitting his head open.

Breathing heavily quietly, the motherland man's whole body was wrapped in severe pain. At this time, he didn't want to move at all, only feeling the raindrops washing away his broken body.

On the side of the motherland, the entire square was covered with all kinds of corpses. Butcher, Frenchie, Cindy, and even the termite and magnet master failed to survive the war.

Now in this dead square, only the motherland is sitting slumped under the statue. He is leaning on the rock behind him and staring at the sky with distracted eyes.

Suddenly, the eyes of the people of the motherland moved, and their spirits, which were originally muddy and dull, became clearer at this time.

In his sight, in the clouds in the sky, an unspeakable terrifying shadow was slowly approaching. The terrifying momentum had already caused a hurricane to sweep in even before it arrived.

His throat moved slightly, and the motherland suddenly sensed something, and he shifted his gaze from the sky to below.

But I saw an Asian man wearing a black windbreaker, holding a big black umbrella, standing in the middle of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, looking at him quietly.
(End of this chapter)