Abel, whose prayer was interrupted, raised his eyes and stared at Li Ang and the others who were standing in front of him, silent.

"I think your tattoo is familiar," Leon began, "An Assassin leader named Lars Gul El once told me that many years ago he fell into a spring in the middle of a Middle Eastern desert, and the rocks around the spring were carved with similar patterns. ”

Able still stood silently, the Wolverine spine in his hand made of Erdman metal hanging to the ground.

Wolverine, who has super self-healing ability, has grown a thin layer of blood scabs on the surface of the wound in a short period of time, and the severed shoulder has even begun to grow slender granulations, which are spreading and entwining unconsciously, and it is estimated that there is no danger to life.

Magneto sensed the threat of the Semitic man in front of him, and with a wave of his hand, Wolverine, whose skeleton was made of Edman metal, floated up and fell back behind the crowd.

The X-Men and the Brotherhood members motioned for the mutant children in the rear to step back, and they stood up to Leon, faintly surrounding the coffin.

Abel's obscure eyes were covered with red bloodshots, the green tendons on his arms were almost bursting, and the demon tattoos carved on the surface of his skin were twisted and wriggled, exuding a treacherous and evil aura.

He exhaled a turbid breath, his palm shook slightly, and the metal spine stiffened together like a strange-shaped long sword.

Suddenly, Abel moved.

The spine sword was held in his hand, and in an instant, his figure had crossed a distance of more than ten meters and rushed straight towards Li Ang.

The mutants who had been prepared for a long time used their own means, laser rays, extremely cold air, noisy flames, and brilliant thunder and thunder, like a dense net enveloping Abel.

However, the moment the ability attack touched the Semitic people, the tattoos on Abel's skin suddenly changed, and those fangs and claws, fierce demon patterns slowly merged into a crimson demon king, with two horns on his head, sheep's hooves, and a hideous and brutal face.

The only layer of tattoo completely enveloped Abel, and a thick scarlet mist emanated from his body, and any ability that entered the red mist area would rapidly weaken and be reduced.

The Laser's plastic rays dissipated in the red mist, the Iceman's sprayed freezing gas turned into smoke, and Stormgirl's lightning barely approached Abel's skin, but the lightning that attenuated to a tiny arc of lightning did not do enough damage.

Magneto's hands were sflat, and the iron filings gushing out of the leylines condensed and retracted, washing Abel like a surging dragon.

Those fine iron filings turned into an irreversible torrent, and even a statue made of steel and iron bones would be worn into slag, let alone a mutant with a strengthened body?

Yet, in the midst of the torrent of steel, a hoarse but determined chant still rang out.

"The Three Palaces Demon, the One Who Brings All Things to One, the Transcendent, the Creator of Pain....."

The chant of the ancient Hebrew language grew louder, and the scarlet mist gradually opened the iron stream, revealing Abel in it.

At this time, the skin on his body had been washed and abrased by the torrent of iron filings, and a layer was peeled off alive, leaving only the inner layer of skin covered with blood exposed to the air.

What's even more terrifying is that Abel, who is like a live sheep stripped of a skin, is still reciting prayers.

His pierced, shriveled eye sockets gradually plumped, his skeletal body swelled like an inflated body, and his broken skin was repaired and restored, even the tattoos on it were exactly the same.

"The Three Palaces, the Conqueror of Terror, the God of Nighthawk, the Almighty Lord of Eternal Life in the Primordial ....."

The indifferent expression on Abel's face gradually turned into madness, and he swung the spine sword, jumped lightly, and slashed at Leon.

Magneto tried to reverse the sword's momentum by manipulating the magnetic field, but the red mist was like a black hole that devoured everything, completely erasing the ability of magnetic field manipulation.

William Stryker, who was far away in the lab, held his breath as he stared at the screen, his teeth squeaking in agony.

Everyone was waiting for the blade to fall.

Li Ang took a step forward, shook his sleeves indifferently, put his left arm flat on his chest, held his right forearm weakly, and assumed an "L-shaped" posture.

This trick is called "Chong Void Zhide Samadhi Emperor Heart Bright and Honest Printing Tai Chi Ziwei Fu Demon Electromagnetic Railgun".

It can also be referred to as "Magic Modified Humanoid Electromagnetic Railgun".

In general, the principle of the plasma armature electromagnetic railgun can be described in a DC motor model, consisting of a connecting busbar, upper and lower orbital electrodes, and a plasma armature.

The upper and lower orbital electrodes fixed in situ are equivalent to the stator in the motor, and when the pulse current passes, the plasma armature is driven by the magnetic field of its own loop current, which generates pressure to push the projectile, so that the projectile is accelerated in the orbit, obtains a certain pushing speed, and leaves the gun chamber to destroy the target.

The "Human Immortal Refining Method" opened up hundreds of tricks in his body, and these tricks were like whirlpools, drawing spiritual energy from the spiritual veins of heaven and earth to nourish himself.

Moreover, the trick points opened up by the "Human Immortal Refining Method" can also reverse the vortex during the battle, pumping an inexhaustible stream of spiritual energy to every corner of the body.

Ordinary monks only open air pockets to strengthen their physique, but Leon, who learned from Magneto to manipulate electromagnetic waves, is different.

Li Ang, who has mastered the core technology, is ingenious, he uses the thunder method, allowing a powerful current to flow through the air pockets all over his body, using his body as an energizing circuit, and the palm of his left hand as the upper and lower orbital electrodes, and the entire right arm as a projectile in the electromagnetic railgun.

The larger the current, the stronger the magnetic field, the greater the repulsive force, and the circuit area between the guide rail and the projectile is expanded like an invisible iron tong.

Because the palm of the left hand, which acts as the electrode for the upper and lower tracks, is fixed, only the right arm, which acts as the projectile, can advance in this energizing circuit.

The right hand that clenched his fist shook the strange-shaped bone sword full of hideous sharp thorns in front of him.

In an instant, the air ripples visible to the naked eye spread out in all directions, and the hustle and bustle was firmly restrained by the reinforced concrete corridor.

The supposedly indestructible Erdman metal barely held intact under the blow, but Abel, who was holding the sword, flew sideways and slammed into the metal door of the laboratory at the end of the corridor, smashing into a humanoid depression.

The Semitic man's chest shriveled down, shards of internal organs spurting out of his mouth, and the scarlet mist became even more enchanting.

Li Ang's white coat fluttered fiercely, he shook his numb and painful right arm at will, and stepped forward without changing his face, so he repeated his tricks, and used several rounds of "Humanoid Electromagnetic Railgun" one after another against Abel, who fell to the ground.

Under the heavy blow, Abel's hands, feet, and limbs were crushed into flesh and mud, and the Semitic man was still hoarse and chanting prayers.

"Three Palace Demons, Lord of Eternal Life...."

Leon sighed lightly, kicked Abel's jaw hard, and looked at the laboratory door in front of him in the rising smoke.