Marvel With Zanpakuto

In a dark room, in front of a floor-to-ceiling window.

The bright moonlight shines through the glass, like sparkling clear lake water, spreading on the expensive floor.

At this time, the door was suddenly opened.

A pure white figure walked in slowly. The armor wrapped around his body like a bandage and the moon mark on his forehead were none other than the Lancelot who had just met Tony.

"My king, I'm back."

The man in white armor knelt on one knee, performed a standard knight etiquette, and said respectfully.

In front of him was a long table.

Behind the long table was a seat with its back to him. The person sitting on it was wrapped in it, facing the bright moonlight outside the window, and his figure could not be clearly seen.

"Welcome back, Lancelot."

The man on the seat had a smooth and deep voice, exuding a calm dignity, and said: "Report your results, Mordred...is it worthy of our trust?"

Lancelot was silent for a moment and said: "I think... we can trust Mordred for the time being. There is no problem with his performance, but... I always feel that he is not completely on our side."

"That's normal, Lancelot."

The man chuckled lightly, tapped the armrest with his index finger, and said calmly: "After all, he is the last among all of us to awaken. He has been with humans for too long, and it is inevitable that he will be unable to let go in the short term."

"Maybe...that's it..."

Lancelot hesitated, and his intuition told him that it was not that simple.

"Don't pay too much attention to him."

The man said with a little playfulness in his tone: "No matter which side he is on, it will not affect the final result."

Having said this, Lancelot could only choose to accept it.

After all, he is just an executor, and the decision-maker is the person in front of him, the king of the Skrull clan.

"By the way, King, Mordred also proposed to go." Then, Lancelot said: "He said that if he wants to destroy the Avengers, it will be difficult for him alone, so he needs a helper."

"This request is very reasonable, I have already thought of it."

The man said calmly: "You can tell him that someone will help him when needed."

"That's how I responded to him."

Lancelot said.

"Very well, you understand me better and better, Lancelot."

The man slowly stood up from his seat, and then came to the kneeling Lancelot under the moonlight.

"king……"

Lancelot quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at the other person.

A hand was placed on his head, stroking it gently, and then a voice came: "Sir Lancelot, there is another very important thing that you need to do."

"Ask the king, I will definitely complete it!"

Lancelot didn't dare to refuse and agreed wholeheartedly.

"I thought about it for a long time and finally chose you.

"

The man touched Lancelot's head, with a coldness in his eyes, and said: "Because of your ability, it is the most suitable to use it to handle this matter."

"No matter what the task is, I will do my best!"

Lancelot once again hit the mark and said confidently.

In fact, he could vaguely guess that it must be a very dangerous task, otherwise it wouldn't be necessary for him.

Among the knights of the Round Table, although he is not the strongest, when it comes to life-saving ability, he dares to be second, and no one dares to be first.

"Go to Hell's Kitchen, 408 Fenolk Street."

The man said solemnly: "Previously, a person he sent suddenly disappeared there. At that time, there was a phenomenon of tearing in the sky. Go there and investigate. The specific reason for his disappearance will help us rule out the possibility of rejuvenation. Obstruction.”

"It's... the king."

Lancelot hit his chest with his right fist, making a dull sound, and said firmly: "I will definitely investigate what happened there!"

"Go, Sir Lancelot."

The man seemed tired and turned back to his seat.

Lancelot said nothing, slowly stood up and exited the room, closing the door again.

In an empty room.

The man stood up from his seat again and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window. He stretched out his hand and pressed it against the glass, looking up at the dark night sky and the six extremely bright bucket-shaped stars.

"It's fast... It's already very fast..."

"Be patient a little longer, my lord."

"The era of the old gods' rule has passed, and the lost Carcosa will come again under the light of the stars."

With the moonlight shining in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the man's shadow grew longer and longer until it covered the entire corner of the room, and then stretched out twisted tentacles as if it were hiding a living thing.

On the long table.

A thick ancient book, with yellowed and old paper, was flipping page by page under the breeze outside the window, making a clattering sound.

Until, the last page.

On the cover of the last page, sealed with yellow wax, there is a mark engraved, which is like a rune of three question marks, surrounding a dot in the center, which is slightly weird.

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A lot of big things have happened in recent days.

But among them, the most eye-catching thing is neither the scene of the sky tearing apart in Manhattan nor the huge angel projection, but the fact that Captain America is wanted.

Captain America forced his way into the prison, injured dozens of police guards, and rescued the trapped Bucky. Then the two quickly escaped, and their whereabouts are still unknown.

Since the Second World War, Captain America has been hailed as a spiritual symbol, extremely popular, and can be regarded as one of the faces of the government.

But now, this face has been ripped off.

The furious government issued a red notice, requiring SHIELD to capture Captain America and Bucky within thirty-six hours, otherwise the army and SHIELD would be ordered to work together to kill them.

Tony, who had just received the order, was shocked by the content of another phone call before he could be surprised by the Skrulls' quick actions.

Wanda, the scarlet witch, injured Vision and escaped overnight to an unknown destination. The Hulk, who was on vacation, was captured by unknown forces and his whereabouts are unknown. And Hawkeye Barton was brutally murdered by unknown persons at home.

Under tight circumstances, Tony had no choice but to issue a summons.

After receiving the order, Natasha had to abandon Kingpin's mission and temporarily return to the team.

After waiting for the people to gather, Tony felt a huge pressure.

At a glance, there are only a few members, Black Widow Natasha, War Machine Rhodes, Vision, and Level 8 agent Phil Coulson.

"Who asked you to come?"

Tony narrowed his eyes, secretly alert.

Given the talent of the Skrulls, he had to doubt Coulson, especially since the two appeared at such a perfect time.

"Don't worry, we were sent by the director."

Coulson smiled slightly, still acting like an honest man, and said: "Everything is to ensure the success of the mission. I will obey your command, Mr. Stark."

"That's good……"

Tony took a deep look at them: "I have found the location of Captain and the others, let's go now!"

Coulson looked at Tony and smiled.

The reason why he appears here is because he still has another task assigned to him by the director.

That's...Supervisor Tony Stark!

Once you find Tony Stark showing any sign of betraying humanity, kill him immediately!

No doubt, after swallowing the fruit of life.

Phil Coulson is no longer the helpless agent he was in the superpower incident.

'Don't let us down...Tony Stark! ’

Coulson thought silently in his heart, no matter how he said it, he did not want to execute with his own hands a hero who once saved mankind.