Leon looked down at the section of his severed arm.

From the elbow down, the forearm was completely abrasively abrased by Shashuo, and the pale bones were exposed to the wind.

The tendons curled up, the veins broke, the skin collapsed, the bone fragments pierced deep into the flesh, and the blood dripped, like an old water dispenser with a white shell that had turned dark yellow.

The stained blood splattered on Leon's white coat, which was extremely conspicuous, like a viscous stain mixed with black and red in a paint plate, which was annoying.

In the cross-section of the severed arm, there are also wriggling clumps of sand shuo, as if they have a life of their own, crawling deep into the flesh, reminiscent of those dense parasitic worms—just imagination is enough to make people feel cold and uncomfortable.

"What an enviable talent."

Leon leisurely stretched out his other hand, peeled off the blood-mixed Sha Shuo with a big thorn, and said with a smile: "Teleportation, regeneration, sandification, material manipulation, telekinesis, each of these abilities you have mastered is an Omega-level powerful ability. ”

"I can feel that you're not a mutant."

Apocalypse was expressionless, not moved by the other party's praise at all, but said indifferently: "Although there are abnormal fluctuations on your body, if you identify it carefully, you can still find a trace of difference."

Your use of abilities isn't at all as natural and harmonious as our mutants, and it's more like applying some kind of formula to calculate a math problem. ”

"That's a good guess."

Li Ang smiled: "Compared with the kind of God-given ability that is obtained by charity, I prefer to rely on reason to speculate, to practice, to find the law, and to practice."

For example, just now, you teleported 162 times, and I roughly calculated your teleportation model in my head, and I found it very interesting. ”

He pointed to the strain tree and said indifferently, "Every time you teleport, you will deliberately set the target location within a radius of one hundred meters with the Kabbalah Tree of Life as the center of the sphere.

If you rule out the possibility that you are a person with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, then the existence of the Kabbalah Tree of Life has some kind of restriction on how you can use your abilities.

So what is this limitation? ”

Apocalypse's massive body stood in place, listening expressionlessly.

A formless and insubstantial momentum suddenly erupted from his body, and the entire world seemed to be blocked, obviously at the top of the spire, but it was like being trapped in a narrow and cramped coffin, which was breathless.

Leon frowned slightly, he felt a slight blockage in the operation of his spiritual power, and even the simulated mutant ability was gradually weakening.

Sha Shuo, who was entangled in his broken arm, took the opportunity to speed up the corrosion, and his entire right arm made a low sound, and his skin crumbled and cracked like quicksand.

The body of the "Human Immortal Refining Method" has been tempered for thousands of years, and it is constantly routing in the face of this mysterious sandification, and this rout is not only the remnant of the apocalypse, but also the consequence of the entire world being directed at Li Ang.

Leon twitched the wings of his nose and inhaled a large amount of spores-laden air into his lungs, closing his eyes in contemplation.

The spores slipped into his throat and took root in his lungs, eating away at flesh and blood, trying to fibrosify his internal organs.

"Hehe, liver and kidney failure, pulmonary fibrosis, respiratory failure, skin ulcers. Judging from the effect alone, this strain is really like an upgraded and strengthened version of a pesticide. ”

Leon leisurely recounted the current state of his body, feeling the further expansion of the strain, gradually encroaching on the ribcage of the chest, until it approached the heart, and then came to an abrupt end.

The "Human Immortal Refining Method" operated suddenly, the sea of qi in the acupoint was bulging, and the magnetic field rotated like a whirlpool, firmly sealing the strain in place.

These strains are hungry to return to their mothers.

Leon swooped down and slammed his remaining palm on the ground made up of a fungus blanket.

When the fungus blanket came into contact with the external force, it trembled automatically, coiled into a slender tentacle, and tried to wrap up Leon's palm.

Leon didn't dodge, allowing these strange strains full of pathogens to wrap around his palms and drag them towards the ground.

He closed his eyes and meditated, most of his arm already sunk into the verdant strains, the slender brush-like fungi secreting a slightly corrosive pathogen venom that tried to corrupt Leon's skin.

Apocalypse watched all this happen with great interest, knowing that Li Ang drew his arm with a face full of indifference, shook off the venom, and stood up.

The rotation of the magnetic field instantly crushes the parasitic strains in the body, causing them to turn into powder and become inactive.

Leon smiled and said, "Very interesting design, these strains have a strong ability to survive, and they can eat flesh and blood and absorb life energy.

The strains not only penetrate the underground facilities of Manhattan, but also go deep into the ocean floor to find nutrients from the depths of the ocean, and purify this energy through the functional channels composed of the strains and feed them into the Kabbalah Tree of Life. ”

He pointed to the strain tree and said casually: "That tree is like a wireless charging base station, as long as you stay within its range, it can provide you with endless energy."

Unless you cut the tree first, you can barely kill it. ”

"That's a good point."

Apocalypse clenched his fists, his neck twisted, and there was a clattering sound, "Unfortunately, intuition can't save your life." ”

The ancient mutant snapped his palms together, and the Kabbalah Tree of Life behind him suddenly lit up.

The four knights, who were still fighting with the Avengers, received instructions and fearlessly exchanged injuries for injuries, temporarily forcing the Avengers members back, and retreated to the side of Apocalypse, arching next to him.

Apocalypse recites the ancient language of the Quirks, a language so complex and cumbersome that even the most learned scholar can hardly tell.

The language was like a prayer and a chant, and it was like a roar, and Leon stepped forward, only to find that he would be squeezed by the invisible air before he took a step closer.

To be precise, it was the energy barrier emitted by the Kabbalah Tree of Life, which firmly blocked the aura of heaven and earth and encroached on Leon's living space.

The Avengers were also forced back, and the light emitted by the strains of trees became brighter and brighter, like fireworks in the dark night.

A huge sense of oppression hung over everyone's hearts, Thor swung his hammer, Hulk slashed angrily, and the missiles of the Iron Suit fired in a salvo, resulting in an explosion that almost illuminated half of Manhattan.

The dust cleared, and the Kabbalah Tree of Life remained in place.

Apocalypse and the four knights stood in place, their hands open, the chant growing louder and louder, and the entire Tower of Babel swaying gently.

No, it's not just the Tower of Babel, it's the whole of Manhattan.

The strains that inhabit the underground facilities tremble and wriggle, bringing out the dirt and falling the rocks.

The city, slowly held up by the pervasive strains, rose towards the sky.