In the bright and clear moonlight, killing is quietly brewing. ⊙.

The red-skinned Mr. Assazzo had completed his first mission, sending the deposed former minister and his most important associates to low-flying German planes, and now he was on his second mission.

This is also the last one.

Contrary to the last time he saved people, this time he came to punish the daring foreign braves and make them understand how painful the price of angering Yuan is.

Stepping in the cool light of water, the majestic and magnificent Palazzo Venice is close in front of you. A smile of hideousness and joy gradually rose on his crimson face, and at the moment when this intense affection reached its climax, Asazo suddenly disappeared in place with a strange scream, and when he reappeared, with a faint puff of smoke, he came from the void to the rear of a deserted guard, and then moved to the sky at the same time as the unfortunate man.

By the bright moonlight, Asazo took in the look of horror and easily removed his hand from the collar of the other.

In just a few seconds, there will be a "bang" sound below, as if a full water bag has fallen from the roof of a building to the hard ground, turning the human body into a puddle of fresh minced meat. Whenever he remembered the tragic appearance of those fragile bones being broken by the tremendous force, and the broken bones piercing the red muscles and milky white fat, Azazo blossomed with joy from the bottom of his heart.

This is human beings, who claim to be the masters of the earth, but who do not understand how weak they are.

Intoxicated by this haughty loneliness, Azazzo closed his eyes happily and listened.

However, the pleasant sound did not appear until he was about to hit the ground.

There was a flash of red smoke, and Azazzo returned to the surface.

"That's what Goethe's poem says." Before he could find the reason, a man's voice sounded behind him without warning.

"In order to be in the infinite, the individual is willing to disappear without a trace, and once he is bored, he is relieved; Passionate wishes, rough intentions. Heavy demands, strict obligations, complete renunciation is pleasure - from this point of view, you are doing good deeds to free these poor fellows from the war years. But even if it's a good deed, it's a presumptuous move to do it without the owner's permission beforehand, do you agree with me, Mr. Red Devil? ”

Assazzo turned his head, and the man in his target was standing silently beside him, and he finally understood why the information the Germans had given him was vague. I couldn't figure out what had caused him to fall so quickly.

Now he knew that this was the same powerful guy.

"You know me?" The red devil's chin is high, his long life has made him see many scenes, and his special ability allows him to face the strong without fear, since the person who came is a strange face, he obviously has a reason to show his disdain.

"So to speak." Eric smiled slightly, it was in the world of the Lord God, of course. "Although there have been some unpleasantness between us, I have often missed you and my lovely student Katie during this time, a space that can be ignored. The other can operate on time, I thought I couldn't see you before pinning my hopes on another thing, and it's a surprise to meet you now. ”

"Surprise?" The corners of Azazo's mouth twitched. "I can give you more."

Instantly, red smoke rose again, but this time he pounced. In the other world, Eric already had experience, how could he be attacked by him.

"Good reaction, but it's a pity that you're moving as slowly as a turtle." The opponent is not an ordinary person, so Azazar was not disappointed either. He made full use of his strengths, sneaking around him, and from time to time using the cover of the terrain to make a few hard hits to his opponents.

"Is this the experience of a man with a long coiled tail?" Eric teased. Observe the opponent's magnetic field fluctuations and seek to solve the mystery of teleportation while avoiding attacks.

His sarcasm angered the Red Devil, and although the gentleman prided himself on his abilities, his unusual appearance made him very sensitive to the guidance of others.

"You think you can escape from me?" Azazo said viciously. "I've changed my mind, I'm going to throw you in my pet cage and throw you into the sea when they're tired of biting your corpse, and then you'll have plenty of time to regret your presumptuousness."

Eric smiled and didn't reply.

At this time, Azazo's anger rose, and the sharp inverted triangular tail stabbed at him, and the force he used was a little great, Eric's eyes flickered, and he immediately seized this opportunity and grabbed the slender tail.

With a hard thrust, the Red Devil was involuntarily dragged over, and although he was still above Eric in height and weight, he still couldn't keep his balance. Eric tugged at his tail with his left hand, slammed his right hand sideways, and punched him in the face.

Azazo felt a "buzz" in his head, and then his entire body was knocked out.

When he fell back to the ground, half of his face was unconscious, blood mixed with saliva was all over his cheeks, and several teeth were knocked out.

The opponent's attack was not over yet, and the red tail was still in Eric's hands.

Pulling again, Azazzo was pulled back again, back into the other's grasp like a poor flying insect entangled in spider silk.

This time, it was a hand knife that slashed at his neck, and not only was his eyes dark, but his cervical vertebrae were also desperately screaming, and he almost cut off Azazo's head at that moment.

When he regained consciousness a little, the Red Devil finally understood that he could no longer follow the advantages of his opponent like this, and in just a few tens of seconds, he had been taught a more painful lesson than ever before, and the funny thing was that this kind of painful lesson was supposed to be applied to his opponent.

With a wild scream, red smoke rose as Asazzo moved Eric's hundreds of feet into the air.

"If you don't want to die, let me go!" Half threatening, half pleading, the Red Devil cried out muttered, he had been beaten so hard that he couldn't even speak clearly.

"Remember, use a pleading tone." With his back to the moon, Eric laughed happily in mid-air. He knew something about Raven, so now was the time to make a decision.

Kick out with his right foot, straight at Azazo's waist.

***

"This is it?" In front of a remote building, a man with a grim face asked, this is the Master of Illusions, one of the high-ranking members of the Brotherhood.

As the representative of Magneto's most radical faction, this mutant who is good at manipulating illusions has always wanted to overthrow the contact movement led by Eric, and he has thought of many ways to do so. However, due to his limited strength, the supreme leader of the Brotherhood is obsessed with his illusory ideas and refuses to face reality, so he can only use his own way to arouse the blood of his compatriots.

The breakthrough he chose was inside, and his men had been working hard for a long time, and today they finally caught the friends they cared about as a threat, and forced him into a small church.

"Excellent." Hearing the report of his subordinates, the illusion master clapped his palms vigorously.

"That person can use a layer of disguise to dress himself up as a level hero, and confuse our compatriots to follow him and mix with humans, and now I will tear off that layer of skin from his body, and I will see if he can still disguise himself." The radical leader shouted. Walk to the church in high spirits.

Inside, a blue-skinned, scarred young man with a conical tail is kneeling helplessly, with a cell phone in front of him, and inside are photos of several kidnapped circus members, who are very good friends, and it is with these people that the members of the Brotherhood can catch this young mutant with the ability to teleport.

The Master of Illusions walked over, cupped the young man's chin, and looked at him like an animal.

"It's a blue skin again, this can't be the illegitimate son of a demon girl, right? I hate blueskins! He slapped the other man in the face. Spat contemptuously. "But your abilities are useful to me, and I can give you what you want, or else you will all die of your human friends."

The young man tried to close his eyes, but the Master of Illusions stared at him. There was a strange light in the two pupils, and the voice became unusually soft and fluttering.

"Even if I walk in the valley of death, I am not afraid of harm, for the Lord is with me ......." The young man whispered the Bible psalm, expecting a brutal beating and preparing for it. But it was the hallucinations that attacked him.

For violence and pain, he can survive with his own strength, but hallucinations are a different matter.

In another timeline, Stryker infiltrates the White House using a hallucination potion made from Jason's brain fluid, this time with a master of illusions, and similar abilities give rise to almost identical plans, both of which are to tear apart mutants and ordinary people.

In a trance, the young man was induced by the master of illusions to fade away from his self-defense and immerse himself in the beautiful life he dreamed of.

"Wagner." A gentle female voice called out to him softly.

Wagner opened his eyes, and dimly saw a dark-skinned white woman, she was beautiful, and her temperament was gentle and kind, and at first glance the blue-skinned young man felt that he was in love with him.

But she fell to the ground at the moment, staring blankly at her.

"What's wrong with you?" Wagner knelt down in distress, holding his slender and cold hand tightly, the tentacles were damp, and he saw that the woman's body was covered with blood.

"God, come and save her!" An indescribable anxiety made the young man tremble.

"Hurry up, the humans are going to kill us all." The woman said softly, her eyelids getting heavier.

"Who is it? Who is it? Wagner roared excitedly.

"President......", pronounced the name, and the woman's neck hung down weakly.

Wagner raised his head to the sky and roared, his eyes shining with hatred.

Behind him, the Master of Illusions smirked.

He didn't have to interfere in the following matters, and after leaving the church, the radical mutant leader finally couldn't hold back the joy in his heart.

"To be fair, I've learned a lot from our new Magneto, that it doesn't always work hard to get things done by yourself, and it's smart to be good at mobilizing the power of everyone and hiding yourself." He said proudly, and his subordinates complimented him repeatedly.

Suddenly, a dark cloud obscured the moon, and when the wind blew away the haze, a bright silver light descended on the earth again, and the people below disappeared without a trace as if they had never existed.

At this time, a blow seventy years ago had just touched Asazo's body. (To be continued!)

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