Time travel or something, it sounds like a blast.

The real body will get up, and it doesn't feel good at all.

Mei Mumu felt as if his body had been pulled into a noodle dozens of meters long, passing over the long river of time at high speed.

The timeline of the Marvel world is obviously subtly different from the planet where he is located. Although the big rhythm is the same, specific to each major event, there are many black technologies or deified existences.

For example, the earth of Meimumu, Norse mythology is just a myth.

In the Marvel world, it's a group of Asgardians who come to be the boss and do all kinds of things.

If you travel at the wrong time, you will encounter a Frost Giant on Earth with a big axe to cut you in minutes.

On the long river of time, countless images flew by at high speed.

Mei Mumu has seen a lot of pictures related to Marvel heroes, such as in [Captain America 3], the state ordered Iron Man to sign the "Sokovia Agreement".

For example, in [Avengers 2], the superheroes fight the mechanical boss Ultron......

But as the picture fast-forwarded, Mei Mumu found that the rewind of time had exceeded the limit of what his eyes could follow.

"Miss Tianping, don't you play with me! I will be dripping at the time of high energy!" Mei Mumu prayed, and let the time go back a little.

He, a novice traverser, has almost completely lost control of the [Eye of Agomoto]. He could only instinctively sense the guidance of fate.

Because he found that whenever the superheroes he was familiar with appeared in the picture, his telepathy became stronger. Those unfamiliar moments of time gave him the feeling of being at a loss.

In fact, he was able to stop several times.

His instincts gave him a bad feeling.

True, he was weak.

In order to maintain that point in time in 2016, on the premise of trapping Dormammu, he undoubtedly expended a huge amount of energy, and at the same time took up a lot of magic circuits.

All he had left of his magic was one in ten.

It feels like he's not much better than him who hasn't inherited the magic circuit of the Ancient One.

It is estimated that even if he returns to a certain point in time, he will not be able to use the [Eye of Agamotto].

"I'm on my own. ”

With this belief, Mei Mumu strives to choose an entry point in the long river of time.

Finally, he sensed a slightly familiar aura, and the energy fluctuations that were not strong there.

That's it!

Subconsciously take a deep breath.

Maybe it wasn't air at all, it was more like an instinctive action, and Mei Mumu crashed headlong into that point in time.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him.

Consciousness also became confused for a while.

When he was about to lose consciousness, he seemed to hear the voice of Miss Balance.

"Hey, bastard host, don't die!"

"Hell!"

"Okay, let's get you something first......"

I don't know how long it took, but Mei Mumu woke up in a blur. I heard a cacophony in my ears.

There was a noise of people, but more of an explosion was loud.

"Come down, come down, if you don't want to die, get down, don't stay in the car!" a rough voice woke Mei Mumu up.

Mei Mumu was extremely sure that it was definitely not English, but he could understand every word in it.

With his eyes wide open in astonishment, Umeki found that he could still see the balance system. The green letters on the retina are impressively inspiring:

"The balance system borrowed the fragment of the host's fate and exchanged it for [Russian language proficiency]. ”

"For the safety of the host, [Primary Illusion Protection] has been carried out. ”

Mei Mumu looked up, and in the sudden bright light of the fire, he saw that he was in the middle of a train, surrounded by a chaotic crowd of people, and reflected himself in the glass on the side of the station—a young man with black hair and white skin.

Although the facial features are still six or seven points similar to oneself, that is already a standard...... Maozi.

Damn, I'm a hairy man?

Here it is......

Before Mei Mumu could react, there was a sudden harsh humming sound in the sky.

As a university animal who is full of poison and has a bit of a dabbling in World War II, Umemu immediately reacted, it was the sound of the German Stuka dive bomber.

Without even thinking about it, Mei Mumu immediately jumped out of the open car door.

Almost at the moment of jumping out, the strafing of the 20mm MGFF twin machine gun arrived. The train carriage, which was originally used for freight, could not withstand such a rough shot, and the roof was almost as papier-mâché as papier-mâché.

"Tubu!"

After a series of strafing shots, more than a dozen wagons were suddenly turned into flesh slaughterhouses. A large number of Soviet soldiers, who did not have time to jump out of the car, were shot dead in the carriages. Even if he didn't die, the terrible wounds caused by the 20mm machine gun were at least at the level of broken hands and feet.

A large number of dying soldiers let out groans of pain.

Soviet soldiers at the railway station desperately fired back into the air.

The technologically coaxed German pilot piloted the Stuka with a nice curve to climb.

It's exciting to run away after pretending!

Mei Mumu was dumbfounded.

Looking at the city in the distance, groaning in pain from smoke and explosions, and looking at the road signs not far away in the newly 'learned' Russian, Mei Mumu knew where this was - Stalingrad in 1942.

I'm a bastard, what are you asking me to do on the battlefield of World War II?

In Mei Mumu's memory, there are so many Marvel movies, and there are not many that involve World War II. He was intimately sure that there was absolutely no one in Stalingrad.

"Am I wearing crooked?"

The fuck was still to come, and he found himself in a suit of animal fur, which was much better than the poor worm hanging up next to him, but it was so cold!

Suddenly, Umemuki noticed an officer-like guy coming over and reaching out to him.

In normal times, Mei Mumu definitely taught him to be a man for the first time.

Even if he was a scum mage in front of Dormammu, it was not something that ordinary people like this could put down.

Umegi decided to endure it.

"Soldier!

Name?

For some reason, Mei Mumu suddenly had a bad taste: "Mei Ge Cao, Mei Ge Cao Dlausky!"

The officer was visibly stunned for a moment, and immediately did not take it seriously.

Because until the 20~30s of the twentieth century, almost half of the rural population did not have a real surname, and it was only from December 1932 to January 1933 that they had a surname when they applied for a national identity card. It can be said that only then the process of obtaining a surname for Russians is completed.

Basically, the surname is in accordance with Russian norms, and the hell doesn't care what your name is. After all, Maozi's territory is too big, and there are a lot of foreign names and surnames.

"Very good! Dlauski! You are now a private of the upper ranks. With that, the officer pinned a collar badge that had apparently been taken from the dead man to the collar of Plum Mumu, and shoved him with a handful of bobosha.