Marvel Reverses Wolverine

Southern Poland, Auschwitz.

A cloud of black smoke flickered out of thin air at the foot of the mountain next to the concentration camp. James looked around, his brows and eyes full of disgust.

He thought slightly and floated into the air gently, with almost no excess energy dissipating, and his control of his own power became more and more precise.

James soared into the air, overlooking this giant concentration camp covering an area of ​​about forty square kilometers, and felt a deep sadness that he had never experienced before in his mind.

After several improvements in physical and mutant abilities, coupled with the beast perception that is constantly tempered by the martial arts realm that is close to the peak, he already has the ability to be aware of spiritual power. His induction of crises, emotions, murderous intentions, etc., has almost reached Entering the category of psychic-like mutant abilities.

But at this moment, that kind of boundlessness, as if he was staring at the endless darkness while practicing in the deep sea, was tightly wrapped in the dead silence. It was a thick abyss intertwined with too much death and despair and sorrow.

Next to the concentration camps lined up like tombstones in a cemetery, there are piles of clothes and shoes that have not been burned yet. There is a shooting range where soldiers practice their guns. After a round of shooting, there is a row of live concentration camps. Prisoner.

Asazo flashed on the roof of a barracks. He slowly took off the bandages on his face in circles, his face expressionless and silent. The tail poked out from his pants, dancing wildly, and elegantly pulled out the two Adamant daggers from his waist.

He turned back into the hideous red devil from hell.

No one has noticed the figure suspended in mid-air or the devil on the roof. The Nazi soldiers are still directing the concentration camp prisoners to dig deep pits, and then let them jump into the self-dug graves themselves. At the same time, they look at the concentration camp companions above and use a shovel. Throw down the soil with a shovel.

James suddenly put away his Gangqi stance and plummeted from a height of several hundred meters like a free fall. His knees were slightly bent. Several Naqi officers and soldiers next to him were yelling in German crazily and looking at the people falling from the sky in panic. Someone comes.

The six bone claws, which had become more than half a meter long, slowly sprouted from the back of the hand. They were delicate and even a little gorgeous, not like bones, like a peerless weapon carefully forged. James only released the sharp claws and faced the front with an expressionless face. The Germans walked away.

Not far away, Amon Gott, the Nazi SS officer who was looking out from his three-story villa and the supreme commander of the Auschwitz concentration camp, looked at the strange figure and thought for a moment whether it was Schmidt's experimental weapon that had escaped. out.

He hurriedly put on his clothes, picked up his gun, and walked downstairs swearing in rough German.

"Don't move! Stop. Stop!"

A Nachu soldier raised his gun at this tall, burly, but terrifying figure that was beyond his own knowledge. The man did not even look at himself and vaguely moved his lowered arms.

The Mauser rifle in his hand broke into several sections and fell to the ground. The soldier held the two neatly cut-off rifles in his hand strangely. Suddenly, his body tilted, and his field of vision was filled with the lead-gray sky.

He was cut into four silky pieces from the left waist to the right shoulder. The thoracic vertebrae, internal organs, and flesh were like medical school specimens, flat and clear.

Chug tug tug!

Looking at the body covered with large pieces of red soil on the ground, the Naqi soldiers finally regained their consciousness. More than a dozen Schmeisser submachine guns and countless Mauser rifles opened fire one after another, shooting wildly at the man with claws on his hands.

James still walked slowly forward with indifferent eyebrows. He swayed the Gang Qi around his body and condensed it into a light red oval-shaped stand that enveloped his whole body. The bullet hit it and slightly splashed ripples, and was even hit by the continuous surging on the stand. The energy was broken into pieces.

The Nazi soldiers who were constantly gathering in the concentration camp no longer knew how to deal with themselves. They had never seen extraordinary power and could not imagine that bullets could not even come close to this man's body. They just instinctively continued to fire their guns and keep shooting. Shoot again.

But soon, in only ten seconds, James withdrew the Gangqi himself. His spirit and emotions were affected by the deathly silence of hundreds of thousands of undead, which made him feel very unhappy.

A faint feeling of numbness appeared in my heart for no reason. Maybe letting the bullet hit my body and causing more pain would cheer me up.

Puff puff puff puff

The bullet seemed to have hit special high-strength rubber. James' skin was faintly punched with small craters, leaving a slight white spot. Individual wounds that broke the skin healed instantly and indistinguishably.

The dense torrent of metal hit his body, as if he opened his arms on a heavy rainy night, willingly welcoming the baptism of the rain, washing away the decadence on his body.

James felt a little more energetic. He gently shook his torso, and the black close-fitting combat uniform with countless holes made by bullets was crushed by the force, revealing a strong body carved like white jade.

He slowly walked up to the German soldier who had completely forgotten to change the magazine, raised his hand, and very slowly slashed diagonally with his bone claw, like a hot blade cutting through cheese-like silky smoothness.

The butcher knife was finally raised. James did not use any power or moves to release energy. He just waved the bone blade and cut the German soldiers in front of him into several pieces one by one.

His speed was like a violent wind in the eyes of the Germans. He was approaching in an instant and could not be stopped at all. Pieces of blood and flesh were thrown down, and groups of soldiers finally collapsed and chose to escape.

James never liked to attack people who had no ability to resist. Such a purely mechanical killing sport made him feel boring and did not give him the pleasure of fighting. But today, he just wanted to hear the cries of despair and fear.

Those undead spirits that linger here and will never be appeased also want to hear it.

Asazo watched as his father waved the bone blade, adding blood red to the world. Even the bone blade that had cut his flesh and blood countless times was not red at all.

James has half-length black hair and a naked body like a statue of a god. He looks strangely holy in this scene.

The red devil stared at this man. Even though he had grown up under his knees, he still admired him unspeakably at this moment.

He smiled ferociously, crouched down, opened his swords and took a stance, and said softly.

"Instant Kill·Laying Eye"

Bang!

Asazo disappeared from the same place, but appeared in thousands of incarnations, almost at the same time, appearing next to every Nazi soldier in the Auschwitz concentration camp, as if there were thousands of red devils looking at their heads with the butcher knife at the same time.

In the twenty-fourth second that the image stayed on the human retina, Asazo teleported seven times. This was the last three stages of his reaching the first level of mutant evolution, and he perfectly explored and controlled the limits of his mutant abilities. .

This extreme frequency of teleportation can last for about five seconds based on his physical strength. In these short seconds, Asazo can teleport nearly a thousand times in a small area at the fastest speed and frequency.

Amon Gott first saw his soldiers shooting wildly at a human with sharp blades, but the bullets were meaningless to him. Then he saw hundreds of red devil figures appearing behind the fleeing soldiers. All the soldiers were almost simultaneously killed. The beheadings were carried out throughout the concentration camp.

This inhumane executioner experienced fear for the first time in his life. He rushed towards Schmidt's laboratory building in panic, where there were also several deformed humans with strange abilities.

As the dust and smoke dissipated, the short-lived howls and noises of the concentration camp suddenly disappeared. The headless corpses of nearly a thousand Nacheng soldiers and countless flesh and blood corpses were scattered here and there.

Some concentration camp prisoners who were still in the pit stood there with only their eyes exposed, looking at the two red and white figures in the empty square.

More and more people gathered from all over, including men, women, old and young. The turbulent crowd moved slowly, but it was quiet with only a slight chirping sound.

A Hebrew mass chant came from nowhere, and more and more people started chanting it, and then slowly knelt on the ground.

There are also a large number of prisoners of war from various European countries and Soviet prisoners of war, using their own country's language, putting their hands on their chests and praying to the words in the Bible.

"Today I look at your life again. May God also look at my life and save me from all troubles. When God shoots the fire of vengeance at you, you will know and praise God's obedience."

Asazzo stood behind his father. For the first time in his life, he did not see humans looking at him with disgust and fear, but with extreme respect and worship. In the hearts of hundreds of thousands of people in the concentration camp, God came to punish the extremely evil devil. , the punishment will be distributed here.

James was calming down his emotions and letting the thoughts that were blocking his mind slowly dissipate. He suddenly turned his head and looked not far away, a few hundred meters away. His eyes were like lightning, and there was a strong malice directed at him there.

When the red light came, he squinted his eyes slightly, rose into the air, and flew towards the sinister-looking SS officer.

Behind Amon Gott stood four rectangular iron boxes nearly two meters high. A few soldiers on duty in the Schmidt Laboratory Building were shivering and opening the box doors. They became the last people alive in the entire concentration camp. of Naquen soldiers.

Gott looked at the man roaring in the air and ran backwards in a hurry. Gott, who was originally tall and burly and looked particularly oppressive in military uniform, now looked extremely wretched.

The box door opened, and four figures of different shapes could not be seen clearly in the shadows.

James looked at the four modified mutants in the iron box with a complicated expression, but he was also furious.