American comics: You're asked to fish, but you catch a Superman template?

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Shortly after the crowd left, a figure also wrapped in a linen headscarf appeared in the center of the ruins.

"What did you find?"

Looking at the mutants surrounding the ruins, a hoarse voice came from under the hood.

“Some spatial fluctuations and signs of fighting.”

What followed was a seductive voice.

Taking a step, the figure found itself standing before a mutated being accompanied by a long trail of afterimages. Looking around at the frozen, discarded ruins, a third, deep voice came from beneath the hood: "It seems a battle must have taken place here not long ago. These people must have been gone for a long time..."

"These are the people who call themselves rationalists?"

A disdainful voice rang out.

"It shouldn't be them."

He shook his head, and a deep voice gave the answer.

At the same time, he stretched out a scarred hand from under his burlap coat, instantly shattering the frozen rocks in front of them into a large amount of rubble.

Similar to the previous mutants, the hissing sound was quickly drowned out by the new sound.

"Who is that?"

"Susan"

Has she gone mad too?

"Her willpower is already the weakest among us." "It's understandable that she would be affected by factors of mental instability."

Standing before the mutant's corpse, the figure answered to itself from under the hood, a scene even more insane and bizarre than the mutant's previous appearance.

"turn up...!"

However, soon, a deep voice came again, accompanied by a stuttering voice speaking cautiously.

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He looked up in the direction the Avengers had gone and spoke cautiously.

“I… am… here… to… discover aliens… to… smell… it… they are not… mutants… smell… it… they are not… mutants… mutants.”

"Not a mutant?"

The stuttering voice became the revelation, producing a mixture of dense and random sounds under the hood.

"How is this possible? The whole world was infected after Revelation's death?"

"Perhaps they don't belong to this world."

"What do you mean?"

"Let us not forget that war, that monster that killed Apocalypse."

"In short, once we find these people, they must know something that can help us complete our plan."

"I understand!"

Accompanied by discordant sounds, the figure in the ruins leaped up, and then a pair of enormous wings burst forth from its back, carrying it deeper and deeper into the mist.

Chapter 911 Prophet

The Night Stalker moves incredibly fast in the fog, its deep blue skin enhancing its stealth during nighttime movements, and its distinctive tail design making its entire body move in a manner more akin to that of a wild beast.

In addition, apart from Banner, the Avengers in the room are not regulars, which is a good thing.

"Huff, huff~"

He opened his mouth, panting heavily, and struggled to walk to the back of the group. Before his transformation, Banner's physical abilities were closer to those of an ordinary person, but after prolonged exercise, his stamina was nearing its limit.

"what can I do for you?"

Tony noticed Banner slowing down, so he deliberately slowed down as well and walked over to ask him.

"I can still do it..."

Banner, panting heavily, knelt on the ground and waved his hand, indicating that he could hold on a little longer.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he involuntarily stumbled.

"Friday"

As Banner swayed, Tony hissed beneath his nanosuit, scattering a large number of nanoparticles that quickly coalesced into a cubic device that appeared in the center of his palm.

He casually placed the Rubik's Cube on Banner's shoulder, and the next second, countless nanoparticles enveloped Banner's body at a visible speed, especially on his thighs, where two sets of Tony Stark-style armor pieces appeared.

"Thank you, Tony."

Banner felt a wave of relief wash over his thigh and couldn't help but thank Tony.

"I'm just worried you won't be able to hold out long enough to let the Hulk out."

He shrugged and didn't linger.

Tony, controlling his nanotech spacesuit, found himself once again standing close to Daredevil at the front of the group. He asked, "How much further do we have to go?"

With the help of the nanosuit, he wasn't as tired as Banner, but the long hours of work still made Tony a little impatient.

"Almost there..."

As a mutant, Nightcrawler uses his tail for balance and possesses not only the ability to teleport but also incredible combat skills: his tail can support the weight of his entire body and allows him to roll and grab objects and tools to attack.

Nightcrawler turned to look at Tony, who was flying beside him. He took a step back, and the next second, his body flashed through the blue mist on the ruins in the distance.

彭-

Nightcrawler climbed over the ruined wall and looked out, then returned to his original position, looking at Tony.

"In fact, we have already arrived at..."

As the Nightcrawler's voice faded, the Avengers saw the surrounding fog gradually dissipate, revealing a dilapidated ancient castle before them.

"Darwin, I'm back!"

Approaching the still towering edge of the outer wall, the night walker turned and saluted one of the walls.

“Wagner...｀ ‖.”

Immediately afterwards, a face appeared on the outside of the mottled, patterned wall, turning its stone eyes toward the night wanderer standing before it, emitting a deep echo.

It seems you brought more people this time.

Darwin shifted his gaze to the Avengers standing behind Nightcrawler, their faces pressed against the wall, and spoke slowly in a slightly mocking tone.

"Hopefully they can hold out longer this time."

"Not this time."

Provoked by Darwin's reaction, Nightcrawler instinctively began to defend himself, while turning to introduce himself to the Avengers and others behind him.

"Darwin was one of the first mutants to enter the asylum. His ability was survival of the fittest; his body could automatically mutate according to the environment, possessing adaptability. When I first met Darwin, he wasn't in this form; he could move freely within the asylum. The reason he became the way he is today is entirely due to the influence of the mental disorder factor. To resist the will of mental disorder, Darwin had to forge his body against the outer wall of the asylum to escape the influence of mental disorder..."

"At least I can still stay rational."

Darwin was unusually restrained today.

Or rather, once his body adapted to the wall, his mind gradually became as cold as stone.

"Come in, the prophet is already waiting for you inside."

Darwin turned his rock-hard body and successfully opened a passage in the stone wall that was only wide enough for one person to pass through. He turned without hesitation toward the Nightcrawler standing in front of him.

Following the Nightwalkers, Xu Fu and the others passed through a passage temporarily opened by Darwin and entered the abandoned castle.

“Someone is coming…”

"Who is that?"

"Wagner also has a few unfamiliar faces."

"He's always like this, let him in a little bit..."

As he stepped onto the broken stone pavement, the rustling of conversations reached Xu Fu's ears continuously. These mutants in the mental hospital thought they were being very quiet, but in fact, every word of their conversation reached Xu Fu's ears.

The castle looks equally dilapidated inside and out. Collapsed stone pillars stand horizontally, cutting into the middle, and the edges of the pillars are covered with a lot of moss, indicating that the castle was destroyed in a very short time. At the same time, the broken windows allow sunlight to shine through the cracks in the glass and fall from above onto the castle's broken ground, which does not give people any warmth, but instead makes it seem even more gloomy.

"...Mr. Stark, someone is watching us."

Peter, sensing the gazes fixed on the ancient fortress through his Spider-Man instincts, whispered a warning to Tony, who was standing beside him.

"Don't worry too much, after all, this is someone else's territory."

Faced with this behavior, Tony remained as calm as possible, even having time to look around at all the buildings in the castle.

This is clearly an architectural style from the 17th and 18th centuries. It is obvious that the owner of the castle made some modifications to it. Tony could even see traces of modern technology in some of the ruins.

Just as the Avengers were inspecting the ancient fortress, Nightcrawler, who was walking in front, stopped in his tracks.

“You wait here, I need to go in first and ask the prophet for directions.”

Nightcrawler turned and apologized to the Avengers standing behind him before disappearing into a blue mist.

Please come in.

A few minutes later, a hoarse voice came from the room.