Marvel Daily of a Lord God

When Pierce was the only one left in the huge office, his long-logged anger was finally uncontrollable, he frowned tightly, shook his fist fiercely, and finally cursed.

"Howard, this idiot, has lived for so long without allowing him to develop a memory. At this juncture, he dared to attract the attention of SHIELD. I think he has lived like a dog for so many years."

"Fuck, let it go after you're done with it, and I'll have to wipe his **** in the end." Pierce's voice became smaller and smaller, and gradually turned into a low whisper.

"Recently, things have been really troublesome..."

Muttering softly, Pierce's eyes were icy cold. Although Hawthorne made this matter and caused extremely bad effects, he still had to take care of it. Moving his pace, Pierce walked slowly towards the office door, in order to Hydra's great cause, he must now meet someone and do a crucial thing.

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Patch doesn't know what happened in S.H.I.E.L.D., and he doesn't want to know. Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. have been in a state of tension since World War II, and this state is likely to last for a long time. Patch had no intention of intervening to disturb the balance of their opposites.

After getting the obelisk, his goal has been achieved, and Bach and his party have been sent to **** by Patch along with that action, and have completely disappeared from this world, so he doesn't need to be afraid of anything .

And now he doesn't have to worry about anything anymore, whether it's S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra, or something else, in the eyes of Patch at this time, it is no longer possible to pose any threat to him.

In the library on the top floor of the New York Temple, the vast and ancient aura of stars radiated from Paqi's body, and the endless natural magic power rushed towards Paqi frantically, feeling the huge natural energy that seemed to be flowing in his body , Patch felt as if he had reached an unprecedented and wonderful realm.

The natural magic gathered by the magic nodes of the New York Temple surged towards Patch. All the mages in the temple seemed to feel the horror and power of the energy contained in Patch. Time seemed to stand still. Everyone At this time, it is impossible to absorb a little bit of natural magic power from the outside world, it seems...

It seems that all the natural magic power of this magic node has been absorbed by Patch!

The complexions of all the mages couldn't help being slightly moved, and they raised their heads and looked up, as if they had penetrated through layers of barriers and saw Patch in the natural magic storm point.

Master Atley, who looked like an old butler, was quietly hanging in front of him with a cup of coffee, looked up upstairs, with his mouth half open, and after a long time, he sighed quietly: "Has this Lord Meiwes reached such a level?"

Patch, who had abandoned all the sounds from the outside world, naturally couldn't hear the slight whisper of old Alite, and now all his mind has been completely put into the bright galaxy created by his spiritual sea.

Gray-black mist constantly emerged from his body. These mist were the hidden dangers caused by Patch's previous practice of "The True Solution of the Wizard". The road is paved with sound foundation stones.

The sun and the moon go by, and a few days pass by without knowing it...

Patch is still sitting on the chair in the Library Pavilion, but his hands are inexplicably forming a strange handprint at this time, the ten fingers are unreasonably rolled into a ball, and there will be a few scattered strands of gray from time to time. Black mist emerged from his body, and when it met the air, it turned into countless fine black particles like dust and fell on the wool carpet beside him.

However, shortly after the last ray of black mist emerged, Patch's eyebrows suddenly frowned, and his hands that formed handprints opened suddenly. At the same time, a turbulent air gushed out from his body, Spread out all around...

The turbulent and majestic air flow spread from Patch's body, gradually spread to the entire library, and then completely swept every corner of the New York Temple.

"what happened?"

"what happened…"

The mages who were busy with their own affairs in the temple were almost unable to stand up due to the impact of a turbulent air current, and they all cried out in surprise.

After they stabilized their figures, they couldn't help but quickly used their mental strength to explore the source of the airflow impact. When they saw Patch gushing out the billowing airflow, they couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

But an old white man in the group of mages woke up quickly after being stunned for a while.

The white old man Atley's stiff expression drooped in an instant, and he exclaimed: "Not good." He quickly put down the coffee cup in his hand, and hurried upstairs to the library where Patch was alone.

When he came upstairs, Old Atley quickly pushed open the door of the library and looked in the direction where Patch was.

"Your Excellency Meiwes, you..."

Atley wanted to wake Patch up from his meditative state, but after seeing what happened next, he swallowed the second half of his sentence abruptly.

Patch, who was sitting on the chair, straightened up suddenly, and opened his lips slightly~www.wuxiahere.com~ His chest rose and fell, and he opened his mouth to let out a thick black breath.

And after this jet-black breath was spit out by Paqi within a few tens of centimeters, the air seemed to freeze suddenly, turning into black particles the size of mung beans and falling on the desk and cashmere carpet in front of him.

The black particles are like small gemstones, shining brightly in Atley's eyes.

But that's not what surprised Atlee the most...

After exhaling the black turbid air, Patch on the chair seemed to have heard the old mage Atley's call just now, opened his eyes suddenly, met his gaze, and responded faintly.

Staring at the surprised white old man, Patch made a puzzled voice and said slowly, "Atley, what's the matter with you?"

"Uh…"

It's just that Atley obviously didn't hear Patch's words clearly, because his whole mind was attracted by another thing at this time.

The moment Patch opened his eyes just now, Atley's eyes turned to his pupils involuntarily, and Atley who met Patch's eyes couldn't help being dazzled for a moment.

Patch's eyes seemed to emit a blazing glare, and there were endless stars flowing in them. Atley, who stared at Patch's eyes, felt as if he was in a starry sky.

It wasn't until he felt someone pat him on the shoulder that Atley woke up suddenly, and turned his head to look at Patch who had patted him awake.

However, at this time, Patch still gave Atley the same feeling as before. In his eyes, Patch seemed to be surrounded by endless stars, like the children of the stars, and the shining stars made it difficult for Atley to move. open your eyes.

"Atley, what's wrong with you?"