Marvel reverses Wolverine

Chapter 70 Auschwitz
Southern Poland, Auschwitz.

A cloud of black smoke flickered out of thin air at the foot of the mountain next to the concentration camp. James looked around with disgust in his eyes.

With a slight thought, he floated up in the air smoothly, with almost no excess energy escaping, and his control over his own power became more and more refined.

James soared into the air, overlooking this huge concentration camp with an area of ​​about forty square kilometers, a deep sorrow that had never been felt in his mind.

With several improvements in body and mutant abilities, coupled with the beast perception that has been honed continuously in the near-peak martial arts realm, he already has the perception ability like spiritual power. His sensitivity to crises, emotions, killing intent, etc., has almost reached The scope of the mutant ability of the Psychic system.

But at this moment, the boundless, as if staring at the endless darkness of silence while cultivating in the deep sea, wrapped him tightly. It was a thick abyss intertwined with too many deaths and despair.

Next to the concentration camps lined up like tombstones in a cemetery, there are piles of unburnt clothes and shoes piled up like hills. There is a shooting range for Nacui soldiers to practice their guns. prisoner.

Asazo flashed on the roof of a barracks. He slowly took off the bandages wrapped around his face, expressionless, without saying a word.The tail protruded from the trousers, danced wantonly, and elegantly drew out the two Edman knives on the back of the waist.

He turned back into that hideous red devil from hell.

No one has noticed the figure floating in mid-air and the devil on the roof. The Nazui soldiers still directed the prisoners in the concentration camp to dig a deep pit, and then let them jump into the grave they dug themselves. Throw down the soil with a shovel.

James suddenly retracted the stance around him, and fell from a height of several hundred meters like a free fall. His knees were slightly bent, and a few Nazi officers and soldiers beside him were yelling German frantically, looking at the falling from the sky in panic. come.

The six bone claws, which have become more than half a meter long, slowly emerged from the back of the hand. They are exquisite and even a little gorgeous, not like bones, but like a peerless weapon forged with great care. The Germans go.

Not far away, Amon Gott, the top officer of the Auschwitz concentration camp, who was looking out from his three-storey villa, the Nazi SS officer, looked at the strange figure and thought for a moment whether it was Schmidt's experimental weapon. out.

He hurriedly put on his clothes, picked up his gun, and went downstairs swearing in harsh German.

"Don't move! Stand. Stop!"

A Nacuan soldier pointed his gun at this tall and burly figure, but a terrifying figure beyond his knowledge. The man didn't even look at him, and vaguely moved his lowered arm.

The Mauser rifle in his hand broke into several sections and fell to the ground. The soldier held the two broken guns in his hand strangely, and suddenly his body was crooked, and the lead gray sky was filled in his field of vision.

He was cut into four pieces from the left waist to the right shoulder in a silky smooth way. The thoracic vertebrae, internal organs, and flesh and blood were like specimens from a medical school, flat and clear.

chug chug!

Looking at the corpse covered in a large amount of red dirt on the ground, Nacui soldiers finally came back to their senses. More than a dozen Schmeisser submachine guns and countless Mauser rifles opened fire one after another, shooting wildly at the man with sharp claws.

James was still walking forward slowly with indifferent eyebrows and eyes. He swayed the energy around him and condensed into a light red oval stance covering his whole body. Vigorously split into pieces.

The Nacuan soldiers gathered in the concentration camp no longer knew what to do with themselves. They, who had never seen extraordinary power, could not imagine that the bullets were not even close to this man's body. They just continued to shoot instinctively, shooting non-stop, Shoot again.

But soon, in only a dozen seconds, James withdrew his energy. His spirit and emotions were silenced by these hundreds of thousands of undead, and he felt very uncomfortable.

A slight numbness appeared inexplicably in my heart, maybe letting the bullets hit my body, causing more pain, can refresh myself.

puff puff puff
As if the bullet hit a special high-strength rubber, James' skin was faintly punched out of a small pit, leaving a slight white spot, and some of the wounds that broke the cortex healed instantly.

The dense torrent of metal hit his body, as if he opened his arms in a heavy rainy night, wantonly welcoming the baptism of the rainstorm, washing away the decadence on his body.

James felt more refreshed, lightly shook his torso, and the black close-fitting combat uniform that had been pierced with numerous holes by bullets was shredded by energy, revealing a strong body carved like white jade.

He slowly walked up to the German soldier who had completely forgotten to change the magazine, raised his hand, and slashed obliquely with his bone claws very slowly, as silky as a hot blade across cheese.

The butcher knife was finally raised. James didn't use any power or moves that released energy, but just swung the bone blade, cutting the German army in front of him into pieces one by one.

His speed was like a gust of wind in the eyes of the German army. He was approaching in an instant, and he was unstoppable. Pieces of flesh and blood were thrown down, and the soldiers in groups finally collapsed and chose to escape.

James never liked to attack people who had no ability to resist. Such a purely mechanical killing movement made him feel bored, and he couldn't feel the pleasure of fighting. But today, he just wanted to hear the cries of despair and fear.

Those undead who linger here and will never be appeased for eternity also want to hear it.

Asazuo watched his father wielding the bone blade, adding blood red to the world, but he and even the bone blade that had cut flesh and blood countless times were not stained with red.

James has half-length black hair flowing, naked body like a statue of a god, and is strangely holy in such a picture.

The red devil stared at this man, even though he had grown up under his knees, he still admired him unspeakably at this moment.

He smiled ferociously, crouched down, drew his two knives and put on a posture, and said softly.

"Instant Killing Eye of Dying"

Bang!
Azazor disappeared in place, but he appeared in thousands of bodies almost at the same time beside every Nazi soldier in Auschwitz concentration camp, as if thousands of red devils were looking at their heads with butcher knives at the same time.

On the human retina, within 24/[-]th of a second of the screen, Asazo teleported seven times. This is the last three stages of the first layer of his mutant evolution technique, the limit of his perfect discovery and control of his mutant ability.

This extreme frequency of teleportation can last for about five seconds based on his physical strength, that is, in just a few seconds, Asazo can teleport nearly a thousand times in a small range with the fastest speed and the fastest frequency.

Amon Gott first saw his soldiers crazily shooting at a human with a sharp blade, but the bullets were meaningless to him, and then saw hundreds of red devil figures appearing behind the fleeing soldiers, and all the soldiers were killed almost simultaneously. The head was beheaded, and the range actually covered the entire concentration camp.

For the first time in his life, this inhuman executioner experienced what fear is. He rushed to Schmidt's laboratory building in a panic, where there were still several abnormal human beings with strange abilities.

The dust and smoke dissipated, and the short howling noise of the concentration camp suddenly disappeared, and the headless corpses of nearly a thousand Nacuan soldiers and countless flesh and blood corpses were scattered here and there.

Some concentration camp prisoners who were still in the deep pit stood where they were, with only their eyes exposed, looking at the two red and white figures in the open square.

More and more people gathered from everywhere, including men, women, old and young. The turbulent crowd moved slowly, but there was only a slight humming sound in the quiet.

Mass chants in Hebrew came from nowhere, and more and more people followed the chant, and then slowly knelt down on the ground.

There are also a large number of prisoners of war from various European countries and the Soviet Union, using their own country's language, with their hands on their chests, praying the words and sentences in the Bible.

".Respect your life today. May God value my life and save me from all tribulations. When God shoots the fire of vengeance at you, you will know and praise God's obedience."

Asazo stood behind his father. For the first time in his life, he did not see disgust and fear from human beings, but extreme reverence and worship. In the hearts of 10,000+ people in the concentration camp, God punished the extremely evil devil. The punishment will be distributed here.

James was calming down his emotions and letting those thoughts that were stuck in his heart slowly dissipate. He suddenly turned his head and looked not far away a few hundred meters away. His eyes were like lightning, and there was a strong malice against him.

When the red light came, he narrowed his eyes slightly, soared into the air, and flew towards the stern-looking SS officer.

Behind Amon Gott stood four rectangular iron boxes nearly two meters high. Several soldiers on duty in the Schmidt laboratory building were tremblingly opening the box doors. They were the last survivors in the entire concentration camp. Na Que soldiers.

Gort looked at the man roaring towards him in mid-air, and ran back in a hurry. Gort, who was originally tall and burly, and especially oppressive in his military uniform, looked extremely wretched at the moment.

The box door opened, and four figures of different shapes could not be seen clearly in the shadows.

James looked at the four modified mutants in the iron box with a complicated expression but furious.

(End of this chapter)