Someone once said that time and space are like a long river, and everyone, every place, is a small wave that floats out; And some people say that time is like a spiral staircase, which will only turn without stopping for a moment, with no end.

In Tang Long's eyes, space-time is colorless, endless particles and force fields, want to tear the body from head to toe, little by little, if it were not for the protection of the laws of space and the light of the dimension, the concept of Tang Long, has long ceased to exist, 30 years ago, he did not exist, a hundred years later, there may not be his existence, at the intersection of time and space, this is an outlier, infinitesimal variable, infinitesimal 0 that is infinitely close to the number of 0.

The space-time tunnel is not a channel, under the positioning of the converter, it is closer to a ray of light, without a head and tail, Tang Long can only identify one direction and go down step by step.

There is no concept of distance and physical strength, and every step seems to change the scene, direction, and angle; At this moment, the sense of touch, balance, and hearing and hearing are completely useless, and can only rely on the will, or the belief in one's own existence, once the slightest waver, once it stops, it will be completely lost and disappear in the cracks of various tributaries of time and space.

I don't know how long it took, maybe 10,000 years, maybe only a second, a bright spot appeared in front of me, infinitely large, but infinitely small, the already numb heart trembled, and jumped into it without thinking.

Severe pain, unforeseen pain, axe and saw blade scraping, in Tang Long's hundreds of battles, there were broken legs and feet, bites and burns, and even almost lost their lives, but none of them were as unbearable as this.

Both Professor Zhao and Tang Long ignored a problem, or a phenomenon, that in the present world, Tang Long existed, and the order of the world was at the moment of his birth. It tolerated him, like an extra rice in a rice bowl.

In this world, or in the Marvel Universe, there is no concept of Tang Long, and the reason why the mission is not affected is because during the whole process, the magical energy is constantly canceling this difference, which is also every time a new world is opened, the system must brew in advance, offset or replace the world identity for it. Here's why.

Both of them habitually ignore this, so that even the light of dimension cannot make up for this lack; Tang Long's waist, legs, and face, one after another, suddenly disappeared, and was gradually erased by the world order.

"Huh-" Tang Long's will, flames, and laws erupted with all his might, he had too many things to do, and there was still a planet waiting for him to save!

Under unprecedented pressure. The light, flame, and law of the dimension began to merge again, slowly transforming from extremely energetic blue to crimson. The tongue of fire swayed, and began to distort the space it was.

However, it didn't work, what he had to fight against was the order of the entire Marvel Universe. There are too many strong people, super strong people, and even dimensional creatures and beyond dimensional beings, which he can't break by exploding of course. This is an endless iron curtain.

'I can't die, I can't, I can't fail...... '' The eyes are getting darker and darker, even if I am strong, it is still as if I have fallen into an endless abyss.

The clouds were thick, and a large number of thunderbolts poured out of it, as if Thor was wielding Thor's hammer, and the waves were turbulent, and hundreds of meters of waves smashed on the wall of the ship from time to time, and the slightly old fishing boat shook it, and the guard rod 'clicked', and the broken wood flew wildly, and a piece of it stuck in the young sailor's chest, and at once drove him into the sea.

"Hurry up! Hurry up and get someone—" exclaimed the white-bearded old Captain George, who had fallen from his youngest son.

Fishing for people in the sea in the midst of stormy waves is like looking for death, but as a veteran who has been fishing in the sea for nearly 30 years, he has his own set of means to deal with this kind of sea risk.

A special net was thrown out, and under the impact of the raindrops, it opened up against the sea breeze, and there was no hook or blade-like equipment on it, but layers of deep-sea fish oil were smeared on the knots of the rope, which would not melt away or lose its stickiness in the water, and was specially used to fix the lost companions in the sea.

The stormy waves come and go quickly, but in half an hour, the clouds and rain dissipate, the warm daylight falls from the sky, the white bird flies through the sky, several rainbows appear on the coast, the moodiness of the sea god, even if it is often understood, it can't help but make people sigh.

"Stinky boy! Are you okay? Old George, with a few sailors, gathered up the net, and pulled the unfortunate man with a piece of wood in his chest.

"It's just a slight fracture, fix it, find a hospital after returning to the shore, and take care of it for half a month."

Several people breathed a sigh of relief, and the other little sailor suddenly noticed something out of the corner of his eye, "What's that?" ”

It turned out that on the other side of the net, there was still this mass of humanoids wrapped in seaweed.

"There is actually an unlucky guy, see if he is still alive, if he dies, he will be thrown into the sea and found by the coast patrol, which is another trouble."

The little sailor trotted obediently, cut through the seaweed and the other's clothes with a skin-cutting knife, and with an 'ah' scream, he fell to the ground in terror, and crawled backwards with his hands and feet.

"What's wrong?" Old George said dissatisfiedly.

"Monsters, sea monsters!"

"Idiot, don't be impulsive with fear, that's what Mr. Captain said, don't you admire him the most?"

Old George scolded, stepped forward to take a look, and then his pupils shrank, and the other party's body was covered with dense hollow cracks, like a beehive, and even the heart was faintly visible, he had never seen such a seriously injured corpse.

"More is better than less, throw it into the sea."

"But Captain, he's still alive!" Old George hurriedly bent down and touched it, his chest beating vigorously.

"This is not an ordinary person, most likely, this is a mutant ......"

Nearly 20 years have passed since the end of World War II, and although the defeat of the Axis powers is a foregone conclusion, the world has not ushered in a relatively stable period of time as in official history.

The defeat of the Nazis was largely due to strategic mistakes and the compromise of the German government behind it, after all, Moscow, the capital of the Soviet Union at this time called Stalingrad, had already been captured.

It was only with the surprise attack of the Allies, the fall of Berlin, the capture and shooting of Hitler, and the situation of leaderlessness, which gave it a chance to break through gradually.

The new terrorism transformed from Nazism is constantly staged in various places with the support of a kind of supervillains such as Red Skull, Baron Sitrix, and the Winter Soldier, and the crisis of mutants has begun to replace the original red power with Magneto, Witch and their radical gangs, and has become a global problem, and the world is far from being as calm as it seems.

I opened my eyes in a daze, and in front of me was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, with high leather boots, short sleeves, and a strong fishy smell, which seemed to be on a fish boat?

"You're awake!" The little guy on the other side looked at him in fear, and he noticed that he seemed to be tied up.

"The captain says you're in danger."

"You know me?"

"No, we just fished you up at sea."

"Then how do you know I'm in danger?"

"Your—"

Only then did he notice that for some reason, small holes and cracks had grown on his body, as if they were about to fall apart at any time.

"Do you remember who you are?" The other party asked cautiously.

"I only remember that my name is Tang Long, and I came here to solve a big problem, and time is running out......" (To be continued.) )