Marvel With Zanpakuto

At this time, seven hours had passed since the end of the civil war.

'Arthur' suddenly sent Tony a text message, asking him to arrive at a certain coordinate location as soon as possible.

No explanation, no reason.

It was so sudden and extremely arrogant.

Tony Stark, who was in Antarctica, after hesitating for a long time, finally made up his mind to return to the Skrulls and use his life to do something.

Since it cannot be the bridge between humans and Skrulls, it becomes a cornerstone.

Even if he dies, he must let more people see such a small spark of hope that once existed, so as to attract more Skrulls.

He was walking alone on a dark and gloomy forest path covered with stones. Although he was swaying from side to side, his eyes were straight and firm, staring at the road ahead.

The mountain paths are extremely difficult to walk. Not only is the line of sight blocked, but you also have to be careful of hidden pits under your feet. It is also an upward slope, which will lead to greater physical exertion.

Tony was already injured, making the climb even more difficult.

"Huchi...huchi..."

The sound of heavy breathing was like an old bellows. Every time air was poured into his lungs, the only feedback he received was a burning pain.

"If the armor hadn't been broken... Huchi... Huchi..."

Tony thought to himself countless times during the climb.

If he had exercised more and stayed less on women's bellies, how could he be so miserable now!

But complaints are complaints, and the mountain to be climbed still needs to be climbed.

After a while, he finally got out of that damn path and saw his destination, the headquarters where the mysterious 'King Arthur' was located.

A magnificent old European-style castle stands on the edge of a cliff deep in the forest, with its back against the cliff and facing the river. The moonlight shines on the road leading to the castle, like a layer of silver.

In front of the gate of the castle, stood an old man in a suit and leather shoes. He had silver hair and was energetic. His face was covered with ravines left by the years, and his eyes looked extremely bright.

Facing those eyes, Tony felt a little scared.

For some reason, I felt like everything I did was being seen through by the old man, as if I had been stripped naked. This feeling was so uncomfortable that he subconsciously avoided eye contact.

It seemed that he had already guessed that he would come, so there was no surprise on the old man's face. He bowed slightly, made a British aristocratic salute, and said: "Mr. Mordred, the master has been waiting for you in the living room for a long time. Please come with me." .”

"okay……"

Tony lowered his head and responded, feeling a little nervous. He followed the old man and walked into the castle together.

The moment he stepped into the door, he felt something was wrong.

I couldn't tell exactly what was wrong, but I just felt uncomfortable, even slightly disgusted.

It's like... eating something you hate.

He raised his head and looked around, but found nothing unusual.

The castle is still the castle, and the lawn is still the lawn.

The old man in front of him didn't change at all. Tony suspected that he might be too nervous, so he didn't take it to heart and continued to follow the old man deeper into the castle.

"Huh?"

Halfway through the journey, Tony suddenly let out a cry of surprise, pointed to a shining star next to the moon, and asked, "What constellation is that? Is it so bright?"

He didn't know much about astronomy, but he still knew some basic knowledge.

In the night sky, constellations with such high brightness are generally only found in large star clusters, but constellations in the direction of the moon should not appear. Such bright constellations can be seen with the naked eye.

The old man stopped, slowly turned around, and stared at Tony who asked the question with a strange look in his eyes.

Tony was a little frightened by what he saw, his face twitched, and he said: "What...what's wrong?"

"No, it's okay, Mr. Mordred."

The old man withdrew his strange eyes, then looked at the extremely bright constellation, and said calmly: "That is the Pleiades star cluster. In human nomenclature, it is called Taurus."

"Taurus...is it so bright?"

Tony frowned deeply, his intuition telling him that this matter was not that simple.

Any star will never change suddenly.

Especially the constellation Taurus, which should be in the west, suddenly appears next to the moon, and its brightness has increased so many times that even the moonlight pales in comparison.

This is not in line with common sense and common sense...

"Mr. Mordred, it's time for us to go."

The old man interrupted his thoughts and said: "The master is still waiting in the living room. As a first-time guest, it is not a virtue for the master to wait for too long."

"Okay... let's keep walking."

Tony took a deep breath and wrote the matter down for the time being. If there was a chance to get out alive, he would investigate in detail.

The two walked through the corridor of the old castle. The road was wide enough to accommodate several cars running parallel to each other. The dome above their heads was quite European-style, and the two rows of ancient and artistic giant sculpture columns caught his attention.

Like all church buildings, the sculptures on these giant columns are full of obscure mythological content.

The messy and abstract painting style seems to go beyond the aesthetics of living things, making it difficult to understand at a glance what these sculptures are describing.

But even so, Tony can still feel a special sense of beauty from the abstract, twisted, and weird sculptures, which seem to transcend all order and only exist in chaos and disorder, which is extremely special, sublime and unreplicable. beautiful.

After just staring for a while, he felt dizzy, his stomach was churning, the strong dizziness and desire to vomit, as well as the nerves in his brain that were about to be torn, forced him to look away from those weird giant pillar sculptures. Move away.

The old man skillfully handed over a bottle of water and a clean towel, as if he had known this would happen.

"What on earth are these...?!"

Tony drank several sips of water before he felt the nerve-tearing pain and dizziness get better.

"This is...the origin of my clan."

The old man said calmly: "If you want to know more, the master can only tell you, Mr. Mordred."

After saying that, he turned sideways to make way, pointing his finger backward.

Full of doubts, Tony followed the direction of the old man's finger and walked into the living room.

This splendid living room was so luxuriously furnished that even he was shocked by its extravagance.

For centuries, treasures and cultural relics from various countries and civilizations can be seen almost everywhere here, and works by human masters can be found everywhere.

"You...are better than I thought."

At this moment, a voice came from upstairs.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of coming downstairs was heard, and the man continued: "Others can only hold on for a few seconds, but you can hold on for a few minutes. Sure enough, choosing you... is the right one, Tony Stark."

Tony heard the sound and walked away, his eyes suddenly shrinking.

"It's actually you... Maria Hill?!"

The secretary next to the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., the super agent in charge of most of the secrets, is actually the king of the Skrulls. This is too scary!

"Very surprised?"

Hill raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "Don't be surprised. I have many identities, and this is just one of them."