If a streamer falls from the sky, fold your palms and recite your wish in your heart.

It was once rumored that a meteor was a miracle that only one person could see once in their life.

If there is such a miracle......

Even the most unattainable wishes can be realized......

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The city where people live all the year round in the cold winter, people used to call it Moscow, and I heard that it used to be a lively place.

The high-rise buildings and criss-crossed streets have been glitzy for many years.

However, once upon a time, it was nothing more than a ruin and a corpse dump.

In the rubble, one of the survivors was wrapped in ugly clothes, and his shoes were made of leather and cloth.

"Hoo ......"

Struggling to move his feet, he kept puffing into his hands, but it didn't have much effect.

His hands were still frozen like ice.

He crawled over the piles of corpses, turning over stenking corpses, selecting corpses that were still fresh - or not so stinking.

But he searched for a long time but couldn't find it.

The corpses here are already stinking, and if it were a little longer, they might rot, and even the cold can't stop these things from going to their destinations.

"Let's bring some fresh meat...... Poor old Zach is running out of food to eat......"

After crawling for a long time, from the foot of the corpse pile all the way to the top, Zach couldn't breathe.

He tilted his face back and fell to his knees on top of the corpse.

He humbly stretched out his hand to the sky and made a begging appearance.

"Let's have some fresh meat...... Poor old Zach is dying of starvation and freezing......"

This is where the mechanical sentinels dispose of the bodies of their victims, and the transport ships that transport the bodies come in almost once a month.

For some reason, this place was chosen as a 'place for mass dumping', and it has been since the beginning of the last days.

The inhabitants of the area have been purged.

No, in fact the inhabitants of this kingdom have been purged.

It was a massacre, but the whole world applauded it.

Because a few of them are judged to be mutants - or invisible mutants, mutant gene carriers. Most of them were convicted of another crime.

'Harbouring, aiding mutants'.

'Treason'.

'Heresy'.

It feels like going back to the Middle Ages, a time when 'jihad' was preached, and the 'righteous' crusaders bathed in the blood of the 'infidels' and glorified it.

It's like (and it's been harmonized N times here, you know) a past that happened in another country decades ago, and everyone was labeled, not skin color, but ideologically.

Erase those who are labeled as 'dissidents', 'Z-faction', and 'trenches', as well as their relatives, friends, and descendants.

In fact, history has great similarities, the previous dynasty imitated the previous dynasty, this country imitated another country, and many things were just changed names and packaging, and they were able to repeat themselves again and again in Haiti.

Old Zach had a demented expression on his face.

His complexion was dark, his thinning hair had knotted into pieces, and he looked like he was more a corpse than a living person.

He stared blankly at the horizon, expecting his compatriot to bring him his 'food'.

"Ahh

Suddenly, he exclaimed, maintaining the posture of looking at the sky, his whole body trembling.

"Stream...... Meteor!...... Meteor shower!"

He saw a dense stream of light appear in the sky in the distance, hanging from the canopy, like tassels unfurled in the wind.

"O Lord Almighty, bless me with my food as soon as it arrives!"

Old Zach clasped his trembling hands together and closed his eyes tightly in prayer.

But it was more appropriate for him to say this prayer to Satan.

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"Flash!"

Wind.

The shrill sound of the wind.

It was so piercing that it was impossible to make out the words contained in the voice coming from the ear.

Feeling of weightlessness.

The wind resistance that constantly hits his body under him.

"Am I falling?"

The wind tugged at the journey's eyelids, and the whistling sound and weightlessness strongly stimulated every nerve in his face.

He awoke, and when he woke up, he saw a gray sky and a black figure that was more disturbing than the gray background.

"Sentinel!"

A cold sweat broke out on the back of the journey.

Those black figures take precedence over everything else.

He forgot that he was constantly falling.

He forgot to observe what was going on around him.

He even forgot to push his own abilities.

If he can see the sentinel, then he proves that the other party can see him too.

There were hundreds of black shadows floating in the sky, as if to force the rhythm of dense phobia.

"I must be dreaming......"

Journey couldn't remember how he got into this scene, so he defined what was happening at the moment as his own nightmare.

However, he just couldn't take his eyes off the dark shadows.

Until he was engulfed by a purple light that suddenly appeared on the trail of his fall.

"Whew!"

The next second, he appeared in a rudimentary cockpit, filled with acquaintances.

Bobby, Storm, Bishop, Magneto.

These people all had earthy faces, and cold sweat broke out on their heads as if they had added stunts.

"Hurry up!"

Magneto was calling the shots, but he only had this one sentence from beginning to end, repeating and repeating.

"People are saved!

After the journey was teleported here, Magneto's lines finally changed, but he was still urging.

"What's going on?"

No matter how sluggish the journey is, you should see that you are not in a dream at this moment.

"Let's go!"

The people in the cockpit didn't seem to be able to speak any more, and it was the bishop's voice that answered the journey.

"Is it a sentry?" Quest grabbed a knife in hand, "Aren't we supposed to be in the temple?!!

He had just woken up, and his stomach was full of questions, but it was clear that no one was going to answer him completely at the moment.

"It's not a sentry! it's something scarier than a sentry. ”

A clear female voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the journey, and with a gale of wind carrying the cold air outside the cabin, it flickered through the space door she had set up and appeared directly behind the journey.

"Be careful!"

The journey complained, he was already ready for battle, and at this time, it was extremely dangerous for anyone to appear behind him without saying hello.

He knew the flash, but he didn't recognize the knife in his hand.