End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

The corners of Parker's mouth twitched when he heard the words. If it wasn't for the nearly forty-year-old tools still there, he would have almost believed Russell's nonsense.

"Who are you and why are you arresting me?"

Parker struggled a few times, and found that the spider silk was tied very skillfully, the more he struggled, the tighter he was, so he gave up struggling.

He frowned and shook his head, his whole face was numb and lost consciousness. He vaguely remembered that after entering this world, he found another dead self and started to investigate the reason.

As a superhero, Parker is full of confidence in his own strength, he doesn't believe that 'himself' will die in an earthquake...

Except with Miles!

Parker remembered being stunned by Miles, and woke up a few times in the middle, cold cement and steel were slapped on his face indiscriminately, and then he couldn't remember anything.

From the corner of the eye, Miles was tied into rice dumplings, so Miles was not an accomplice.

The corpse was picked up!

Parker lamented that the fleeting years were unlucky. In recent years, he has become more and more unlucky...

Just as he was feeling emotional, he gasped suddenly, because the guy whose headshot was shot on the ground slowly got up.

He recognized this person, he was Deadpool!

It's about to die, why is this sand sculpture here?

"Quick, untie it quickly, I suddenly remembered that I still have to save the world, I can't waste time here."

Parker turned over, squirmed forward like a maggot, and was dragged back by Deadpool.

"Wade, he seems to know you."

Russell raised his eyebrows, he couldn't be wrong, everyone who knew Deadpool had this reaction.

"Really, it should be the other me. Forget it, it's just a group of sand sculptures. There's nothing to talk about."

Deadpool shrugged his shoulders. As the handsome and clear stream in the Doubi mudslide, he disdained to mention that group of sand sculptures were not mainstream.

Russell was very interested when he heard the words, but he thought that a sand sculpture would be so difficult to make. If they really got together, wouldn't it be possible to turn the world astray.

The picture was too horrifying, Russell shook his head to dispel it, without mentioning the occasional flash of crazy thoughts.

Boom!

He shot Deadpool's dog's head off with one shot, and Russell was shocked, squatting down and said to Parker: "I will not hide it from you, my name is Russell, and I am Spider-Man from another world, look, this is my web launcher. "

"Well, you think I'll believe that?"

Parker rolled his eyes speechlessly, looking at Gwen in black and white spider uniform, this is quite possible.

Swish!

A sword qi swept across, and the spider silk on Parker's body snapped.

"I don't mean to tie you up. The main reason is that I'm afraid of you yelling. Since you're so calm, there's no need."

Russell didn't talk much about his identity, and the topic took a sharp turn, and continued: "You come from a parallel universe, which is similar to this dimension but has many different dimensions. Tell the truth."

"Quantum mechanics!"

"Oh, you understand it very well!"

"I don't understand, but I know that when I encounter something I don't understand, it's right to push it to quantum mechanics."

Parker curled his lips. He is nearly forty years old and has so much experience in life. This kind of pediatrics can't trouble him at all.

"Very well, straight to the point, the Spider-Man of this world is dead."

"He was still very young and shouldn't have passed away so early."

"Coincidentally, we all thought so..."

Russell grinned, walked around Parker twice, raised his hand and patted his belly: "Aside from hair color, you are somewhat different from Parker in this world."

Parker said desperately: "No, there is no difference. This is a sequela left over from dimension travel. I am in my own world, and my body is super good."

"hehe!"

Russell shook his head and remained silent. A ray of holy light was injected into Parker's body, healing the bruises on his body, and rejuvenating the declining cells by the way.

Parker frowned: "You're not Spider-Man, absolutely not."

"It's not important. What's important is that you are similar to Parker in this world, and that's enough."

"What's the meaning?"

Parker instinctively sensed something was wrong, and suddenly a bloody light appeared on his face, and when he looked again, there were two drops of blood floating in Russell's palm.

"What are you going to do?"

"Resurrection of Peter Parker in this world, use your blood to help him recreate a body, other people are not suitable, but you..."

Russell said frankly: "I'll change the color of my hair, shrink my belly, and do a beauty job."

"..."

Parker pouted speechlessly, feeling offended.

Under the stunned eyes of Parker and Gwen, a drop of blood swelled into a white mass, and then turned into a huge ferocious spider.

Snapped!

The blood flower exploded, and the spider that had just formed was torn apart, collapsing into black sludge after landing, and evaporated in less than a second.

"Don't worry, I'm just making sure."

Russell grinned, and the second drop of blood swelled into a ball, turning into a naked Parker.

Seeing the almost identical self, Parker swallowed hard, cursed the devil secretly, and quickly stepped forward to cover his vitals with his coat.

There were two ladies present, which was quite embarrassing.

The clone's dark brown hair turned golden, and it was about twenty years old. Its heartbeat was strong and its breathing was extremely steady. It closed its eyes as if it had fallen into a deep sleep.

Coincidentally, Miles, who was in a coma, woke up and saw the revived Parker showing ecstasy. Then, seeing Wade standing up shaking his head, he rolled his eyes and passed out again.

After all, he is still young and has never seen the big world.

"When will he wake up?"

Parker asked aloud, and Gwen on the side was also very nervous. Deadpool stepped forward to help, but was kicked away by Parker.

Deadpool, this scumbag, has been greedy for his body for not a day or two, and Parker will never give him a chance to take advantage of it.

"I won't wake up, it's just an empty shell lacking a soul, and I won't be the Peter Parker of this universe if I really wake up..."

As he spoke, Russell frowned slightly: "You two are both Parker, the titles are too confusing, I call you middle-aged Parker, is it okay?"

"Well, you can call me Peter B. Parker."

"Okay, middle-aged Parker!"

"Russell, where is Parker's soul, heaven?"

Deadpool came to his senses and patted Russell on the shoulder: "What a coincidence, I remember you had a vest in heaven, and it shouldn't be a problem to bring Parker's soul out."

I'm still thinking about it!

"I can't do it now, the higher ups have given me a mission. I'm on a business trip in hell recently, and I can't return to heaven until I complete the mission."

Russell let out a sigh, trying to be true, opened the three pairs of black wings on his back, extending and enlarging to cover the entire top floor.

∑(O_O(￣口￣(???)

The middle-aged Parker and Gwen swallowed their saliva, and they knew that Russell was definitely not some Spider-Man, and they were all lying.

Darkness enveloped the sky, and the breath was extremely oppressive. Miles woke up moaning. Seeing this scene, he closed his eyes and passed out.

"How could this be, it's not true!"

Deadpool was stunned for three seconds, and then flew into a rage, and stepped forward to grab Russell's collar: "You liar, you agreed to make sand sculptures together, and it's only been a few days since I've seen each other, and I'm the only sand sculpture left, your conscience Well, let me touch..."

Boom!

Russell held the gun against Deadpool's chin, lightly pulled the trigger, and the world instantly fell silent.

"..." x2

The wings and sand eagle look so twisted!

The middle-aged Parker and Gwen wanted to say something, but the wings were on top of their heads, so after thinking about it, they decided not to say anything.

Russell is used to keeping a low profile. After revealing his identity as an undercover agent, he folded his three pairs of small wings and waved open the gate of hell covered in bones.

"I'll go to hell to see, maybe Parker has done some bad things before, and he's locked up there now."

As Russell stepped into hell, he said, "It really doesn't work. I'll find someone to manage it and see which devil can help, and drag Parker's soul from heaven."

"..."

The topic was too heavy, the middle-aged Parker and Gwen lowered their heads and pretended not to hear.

On the side, Duan Xinlan looked at the gate of hell in astonishment, and felt that this world was very strange.

What a big map, even heaven and hell exist, why haven't I encountered it before?

Is it the wrong way to open it?

...

Ten minutes later, a group of people on the rooftop communicated in low voices.

Miles woke up from a coma and was bitten by radioactive spiders. He had a special connection with middle-aged Parker and Gwen, and soon became his own.

Deadpool also wants to get in and become one of his own. The middle-aged Parker knows his horror and refuses his request to join the chat group.

Duan Xinlan frowned at the side, thinking hard, looking like a flower in the mirror, she always felt that she was only one step away from the truth, but she just couldn't grasp the key point.

At this moment, the gate of hell opened, and a strong smell of blood wafted out, instantly filling the entire balcony.

Rumble! !

In the sky, a thunderbolt flashed across the sky, and the strong light was rendered by the bloody smell, with a hint of red glow faintly.

Russell stepped out of the gates of hell, with bright red footprints every step of the way. There was no change on his body, but both arms, from the elbow down, were all soaked in blood and stained red.

"It's okay, everyone is very face-saving and easy to talk to. I asked for help to find Parker's soul, and many devils enthusiastically came up to help. I said there is no rush, you can take your time, they are not happy..."

Russell looked down at his hands, the black flames burned away the blood: "Don't be afraid, it's hell's drink, a local specialty, and red is more suitable for the occasion."

"..."

Whatever you say is what it is!

"Beep..."

Deadpool didn't speak, and squatted on the ground covering his face and crying bitterly, Russell beeped, he couldn't climb higher, and his youth was gone.

Boom!

With a gunshot, the yin and yang aura dissipated, and the atmosphere on the balcony instantly eased, and everyone became chatting and laughing.

No wonder!

The moment Russell appeared, Miles rolled his eyes straight from the strong bloody smell. The young man couldn't stand the force and fell into a coma.

"Is this guy in charge of being funny?"

Russell complained, looking at the trembling middle-aged Parker and Gwen, showing a kind smile: "Relax, I'm not a devil, I'm really an undercover agent from heaven."

The small white wings spread out, expressing their position concisely.

Russell threw the ball of light in his hand: "Guess what, there is a devil who is very interested in Parker's soul. When he died, he personally took his soul to hell..."

"When I discussed with him, this guy refused, so I got mad on the spot... Ahem, I talked to him nicely. The result was very satisfactory. Everyone is a reasonable person. He took the initiative to give up his soul to me gone."

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