Is this magic?

The panther looked down at the layer of viscous blood that suddenly appeared under his feet, it looked only shallow, a meter square, but it seemed to be bottomless, even if it didn't reach his ankle, there was still a suction force that kept pulling his right foot.

It took all his strength to pull his foot out, but there were still a few wriggling pieces of crimson flesh stuck to his ankles, as if they were alive, and they wanted to burrow into the suit.

Flesh and blood swamp.

Obtained the gift of the Ghoul King when turning the Punisher into a Death Knight, but Fang Juexia used it for the first time in battle, mainly because almost no one could approach it in all the previous battles, and it was very mental power to maintain its existence, so after the panther broke free, he took back the flesh and blood swamp.

This thing doesn't look strong right now, but it's better because it grows extremely high, and the more lives it devours, the greater the range and the stronger the suction, so to speak, there is no upper limit.

Although it only caused a momentary obstacle, it was enough time for the Death Knight to heal himself, and a firearm made of white bone appeared in his hand, and the bullet covered with Nether Fire was not a sound of breaking through the air, but a terrible scream like a ghost's curse.

The bullets fell on the vibranium suit and seeped in silently like spring rain, as if it had not caused any damage to the panther, and it did not even splash fire on the suit.

But this was not the case at all in the panther's field of vision, the bright corridor was dilapidated and dim in an instant, and there were countless grimaces on his body tearing at him, through the protection of the vibranium suit, directly tearing at his soul, the pain was so great that he only cared about slapping away the grimaces on his body and was unable to care about it.

This is the ability of the Death Knight bullet, which can penetrate any material protection and act on the enemy's soul, and its strength after taking effect is related to two factors, one is that the number of lives killed by the Death Knight determines the lower limit of the degree of pain, and the other is that the number of lives killed by the enemy determines the upper limit of the degree of pain.

Judging from the reaction of the panther hesitantly sticking to the wall, he has not yet had too much blood on his hands, otherwise he would not even be able to stand up, or even have a mental breakdown.

The Death Knight took the opportunity to hammer him to the ground with a punch, trying to take off his helmet, but found that the connection was made with a very complex clasp, and it would take a lot of effort to remove it.

But countless ants had already crawled out of the gaps and crevices, and the dog-sized ants alone had blocked the roads at both ends of the corridor, let alone the normal-sized ones.

Fang Juexia's protective shield was also crawling with ants, like moths attracted by the light, crawling the entire protective shield, and these ants were all modified, they were no longer afraid of the breath of the death knight.

While most of the ants will fall to the ground as corpses when they get close to the Death Knight, there are always one or two out of hundreds that can break through and bite the Death Knight one or two.

And the black panther is also slowly relieving himself, shaking his head and looking left and right, measuring the current situation.

It's still been too long.

Fang Juexia glanced down at his feet and found that Zemo had already arrived in front of the Winter Soldier's cell and was about to succeed, and it was absolutely impossible for him to give up at this time.

It's useless when God comes.

The white suit on his body was windless, and there was pure black smoke at his feet, forming a fluctuating door, and faintly audible whispers and unsettling scratching sounds could be heard from inside, this door seemed to connect to the most terrifying bottomless abyss.

The panther's eyes widened, he didn't know what the door represented, but the aura emanating from it was so evil and ominous that the instinct of the creature told him to move away quickly.

In fact, he did exactly that, but halfway through the run, he heard the sound of the door opening behind him, and when he looked back, he saw a scene that made people's hairs stand on end.

The door led to a place where there was no light, no color, no temperature.

The Black Panther God stopped to see what was inside, and with the glimmer of light cast by this world, he could see the hideous scene of the dark world, and there was a sarcophagus in the wriggling and rotting depths, surrounded by desolate white bones that had accumulated for an unknown amount of time.

There was an abominable howl in the darkness, and then it poured out from the glimmer of light that penetrated into the abyss, and the open door was like a greedy mouth, hungry for the light, the temperature, and the colors of the world.

The extreme darkness took over the floor with a speed that the naked eye could not react to, and the normal-sized ants lost their lives after the darkness swept away, while the dog-sized ants were in a commotion.

The panther couldn't see what was happening, but it felt as if it had fallen into the freezer in an instant, and it was freezing cold, and there was a panicked chewing sound all around.

The line between reality and weirdness blurred all at once, time seemed to be meaningless in an instant, he didn't know what to do, he didn't know where to go, he could only make a futile counterattack against the darkness that dragged and gnawed at him, but each punch felt very strange, like hitting a mass of rotten stinky flesh, and it only took a light punch to pierce it.

But the other party was biting him regardless of it, and he didn't even have the strength to swing his fist in the back, and he was crushed to the ground and let the darkness gnaw at him, and the tip of his nose was a disgusting rancid smell.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed like a moment, it seemed like an hour, the darkness faded, the man in the white suit was gone, and the light brought warmth and a more terrifying reality again.

The frosty walls were covered with shocking and indescribable marks, and ants the size of a puppy were gnawed away by something, obviously intact on the outside, but the flesh and blood inside were gone, and even the head was sucked clean, leaving only a stiff skull, and the other humans on this floor were probably no better than ants.

"Did I just go through hell?" The black panther lay on the ground and muttered to himself, this situation had exceeded his cognition, so that his head could not digest it for a while, until his shoulder was slapped and then bounced up in a stress reaction, and he was about to attack, and only after seeing that the person who came was Black Widow did he stop his movements in mid-air.

"Your Majesty, what's going on here?" Natasha also looked around with palpitations, and there were also blood stains on her body, and it seemed that she was also injured.

The panther took off his helmet to reveal a blue face, and wanted to pull out a smile, but in the end, he couldn't pull it out, so he could only mutter, "I want to know too." ”