Marvel With Zanpakuto

Drizzle and mist.

The soaked clothes clung to the skin, exuding a chill that invaded the bone marrow. The drizzle moistened things silently, and the air was filled with a unique earthy fragrance.

Tonight's moon is obscured by dark clouds.

In the hazy mist and continuous drizzle, the field of vision was compressed to the limit. The distance was only about three to five meters. A sharp and murderous air was mixed in the drizzle and mist, quietly permeating the air.

Wow...

Invisible air currents filled the air, mixed with a heart-stopping murderous intent.

The green grass growing around them suddenly rose up and lay silently on the ground. However, the tips of the grass clinging to the soil showed an extremely strange posture, as if they were worshiping gods, and they were uniformly heading towards the hive.

Whispering...

The needle-like drizzle was bounced away by another force before it touched his body. Even the foothold under his feet was not moistened by the drizzle.

At this moment, the hive was like a god.

In the areas it sets foot on, not even the weather can interfere with it; every flower, plant, and tree must surrender to its majesty.

The hive seemed to be a lifelike stone sculpture, without any vitality belonging to living things, and it stared at Peggy Carter expressionlessly.

If it weren't for the heaving chest and the white air flowing out of his mouth, he might have thought it was a stone sculpture.

But the spiritual power lingering around him increased exponentially as time went by, and in the end it could even be seen with the naked eye.

The strange and ominous purple spiritual power surged like a tidal wave, constantly beating the air, setting off layers of ripples, and emitting a mountain-like weight.

"what are you waiting for?"

The corners of Beehive's lips curved up, and he said sarcastically: "Why don't you let me guess where the others are hiding? After all, if you are the only one, you shouldn't be arrogant enough to challenge me."

Having been guessed, Paige's pupils narrowed slightly, cold sweat dripped down her face, and she squeezed the black suitcase tightly.

Every pore is stretched, and the hairs on the whole body are erected like antennas that sense crisis under the stimulation of the cold murderous intent. The nerves in the brain are as straight as beef tendons. They are in a state of extreme tension, not daring to make a single move. of relaxation.

The thick air is comparable to water flow. Every time you take a breath, your lungs must be stretched to the limit, otherwise you may suffocate.

Just by withstanding that surge of spiritual pressure, you can feel the bones in your whole body moaning.

Not to mention the horrific consequences that would occur if he took action.

gap......

It seemed to be many times bigger than they imagined, and it turned out not to be that smooth.

"Don't you want revenge?"

There was a hint of joking in Hive's eyes, and he looked calm, as if he were a god who controlled all things. He looked down and said, "Call the others out and let me see how capable you are."

"call......"

Peggy Carter exhaled a deep breath, barely suppressed the restlessness and uneasiness in her heart, and put on a determined expression again: "We will let you see...the hive!"

Snap!

Opening the metal lock on the suitcase, a light blue train pulled out.

The next moment, several figures appeared.

"Oh, I thought it was who it was."

The honeycomb eyes passed over several people's faces in turn, with a touch of disdain on his face, and he mocked: "It turns out they are all a group of 'dead people', Howard Stark, Bucky Barnes, and an unknown pawn. This Is this the plan you prepared?"

Although Howard Stark is over fifty years old, he is still energetic, his gray hair is neatly combed, his face is covered with traces of time, and there is anger and hatred brewing in his slightly cold eyes: "Thirty Two years ago, you sent people to assassinate Maria and I, but I luckily survived, and today...is the day I avenge her!"

"Everyone here has the deepest hatred for you." Bucky put on the metal finger tiger, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes: "And the reason why we gathered together is to take revenge on you!"

"Introduce yourself."

The last person said with a cold face and gritted teeth: "My name is Helmut Zemo. You Hydra people killed my wife and children."

The arc of Beehive's mouth gradually widened until it reached near his ears, and then burst into laughter:

"ridiculous!"

"It's ridiculous!"

"Hahahahaha...!"

Harsh laughter penetrated the rain curtain.

I saw that the atmosphere with the beehive as the center and a radius of tens of meters was trembling violently.

"Howard Stark, a loser who should have died thirty years ago, abandoned his wife and children and survived until now."

"Peggy Carter, the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D., was forced into exile in the world by me and did not dare to show her face for more than sixty years."

"Bucky Barnes, the undead of Siberia, a genetically engineered waste."

"Helmut Zemo, a loser whose name I haven't even heard of."

Fengchao commented one by one, his words were extremely insulting, and his face was full of ridicule, as if he didn't take them seriously at all: "It's just you trash, the remnants of the old era, the trash who should have been dead long ago, and you are still trying to think..." Want to challenge God?”

"I'll show you how powerful the trash's fist is!" Zemo was furious, and when he was about to rush forward and beat it violently, Peggy raised her hand to stop him, telling him to calm down with her eyes.

"Hive...you are no god."

Peggy Carter sneered and retorted: "If we are trash, then who are you? A monster genetically engineered by Hydra, a perverted product born from Yvette's genes and only knows how to dominate and control. ?”

"Oh, I forgot."

Beehive's eyes darkened, and his gloomy gaze penetrated the rain curtain, making everyone shiver: "Yvette... my mother should be helping you, right? Why don't you call her out? Decades He’s gone, shouldn’t he take a look at his child?”

"come out!"

"I know, you're nearby!"

"I can feel the call of that bloodline, my mother—Yvette!"

Hive instantly seemed to have changed into a different person. He was extremely excited. He looked up to the sky and let out a long roar that did not sound like a human voice. His spiritual power formed a huge shock wave and swept through the surroundings in the blink of an eye.

Swish, swish, swish!

The shock wave set off a curtain of rain, and the shock wave rolled up the needle-like drizzle and struck it in all directions, like thousands of swords clanking, instantly cutting through the dark night.

However.

Just when the heavy rain carried by the strong wind was about to swallow up Bucky and others, an invisible wave swept over, and the world suddenly fell into silence, and everything stopped in place.

Time...has stopped!

But to be more precise, only dead things are immobilized, and living creatures are not affected.

"You are not my child."

A man walked through the rain, his long golden hair hanging down, and his blue pupils as transparent as a quiet lake: "You made a mistake, and I... have the responsibility to correct it. I made it This mistake!"

Although it was blocked by rain and fog, Beehive could still see the man's face clearly.

"Yvette!!!"

The breath of the hive suddenly surged, and the purple pupils flashed with madness and violence: "My dear mother, I finally found you!"