Marvel's strongest warden

Atlan has a strong religious connotation in the alien city, which is why it has an important position in the alien city.

It is used as a temple.

When aliens can still walk openly and openly under the light, this city is a place to cultivate new aliens.

They brought new, unawakened aliens here and used Terrigen to awaken them.

It is extremely unfriendly to all non-human beings.

So when we went down this time, there were only three people in the entire team.

Lena, Daisy, Mason.

The rest of the combat team stood in place, guarding the top.

Mason attached the oxygen mask to his face. For others, it would be obviously stupid to wear an oxygen mask here because the oxygen bottle is too heavy.

For a strong man, carrying this thing, his physical strength will be exhausted within a few hours.

But for Mason, he could walk for a month without eating or drinking, and carrying heavy loads on his back.

But after that, he will be as skinny as a stick, all the fat on his body will be consumed, and he will enter a state of suspended animation until he encounters food or water.

His physique has not yet reached the level of Thanos, Captain Marvel, or even Ronan and Hela. These terrifying beings are already powerful enough to travel across the universe in their physical bodies.

Even Thor, the God of Thunder, who has not grown up yet, has a strong enough physique. Even if his divine power is sealed, he is still a person from the Asgardian realm.

Everything is really enviable.

Mason held an oxygen bottle in one hand, and Lena and Daisy next to him carefully put the oxygen masks on their faces.

The entire Arant Temple is quite dark.

There is no light at all.

Even a strong flashlight is like a sharp sword at most, piercing the darkness in front of you but not illuminating the rest of the place.

Mason had expected this.

Through the oxygen mask, he muttered words in his mouth, and the obscure dragon language was read out of his mouth. Mixed with the echoes caused by the small surrounding areas, it seemed that there was an unspeakable mysterious feeling.

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Half a minute later, a small sun appeared in front of Mason's eyes and shone on their heads. Rena looked at this in trance and whispered in her mouth: "Is this a miracle?"

Mason answered her.

"No, this is not a miracle, this is magic."

As Mason spoke, he led them inside. The whole journey was boring and boring. The murals here had fallen off and oxidized, and nothing could be seen on them.

Besides, what is shown on the mural may not be true. The mural on the Temple of Odin has two layers. The first layer is a benevolent monarch ruling the nine realms, and the one hidden underneath is the iron-blooded warrior who leads the gods.

Mason glanced at his watch.

They had been walking for almost three hours. Walking in this dark place where the sun and moon could not be seen was very energy-consuming. He motioned to the girls to take a rest and eat something.

He squatted on the ground.

He felt that some power had appeared under his feet, whether it was theology or science. He felt that there was indeed something unusual about the warriors created by the Kree on the earth.

As one of the three major empires in the universe, the Kree have something worth learning from, both in terms of technology and theology.

He squatted down, took off his oxygen mask, and blew in, revealing the lines underneath.

This is a light blue energy delivery pipe.

Mason looked at these and felt a little connected.

There are also such expressions in some lines of occultism.

He closed his eyes, and in his perception, the plant roots catalyzed by the Forest of Giant Trees seemed to be crisscrossing the underground soil like a giant python, and they were almost here.

But when they got close to Atlan, they were blocked by some kind of energy shield.

Is it because of these lines on the ground?

Mason was making a knife with his left hand, and the thumb of his right hand gently touched the lines.

It was like a hot iron, and Mason felt like the energy inside was like a big river.

A dry river.

"There's not much energy left."

He raised his finger and saw a touch of blue on his finger. What was quite interesting was that some information followed this blue color and headed towards his brain.

It even blocks the brain's perception of pain.

"Interesting, but unfortunately it's still too weak to affect me."

After exploring his feet, Mason looked at Reina and Daisy behind him who had been resting for fifteen minutes and said: "Okay, ladies, the rest time is over.

Let’s keep moving forward.”

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Little Spider was a little shy, but facing his armor, he still insisted on his opinion. Ivan Vanke expressed contempt and ridicule for his pedantic concept of not killing people, but Professor Kurt stood firmly on Little Spider's side.

aside.

The big boss doesn't care. The big boss is currently studying the potion that Mason gave him and can't care about these things.

Ivan Vanke had a headache. This boy named Peter Parker always had some fantastic ideas. Even Ivan Vanke, a master of craftsmanship, sometimes felt that what he said made some sense.

Elderly Steve Russell was sitting on the side with a cup filled with chrysanthemum and wolfberry tea. He drank it in a Chinese restaurant in Flushing. Since then, he has liked this drink very much.

This time Mason went out without him, so he also came here to give advice. After all, Rogers and Steve were well-informed.

Whether it was the opponents he saw when he was young, or the strange people and strange things he saw when he was young again with Agent Carter.

This is information that some people will never see in their lifetime.

His eyes fell on the computer screen. The first draft of the spider armor now on the computer was a combination of biological armor and steel armor.

The steel armor is powered by a portable reactor. Ivan Vanke did not use palladium metal, but instead used external energy supply in a different way.

After all, there was no shrapnel in the little spider's heart.

Little Spider looked at these armors and said hesitantly: "Is this too heavy? Mr. Ivan, this should look like Iron Man..."

As for what it was, before he could say it, Ivan Vanko interrupted Little Spider. The last thing he wanted to hear right now was Tony Stark's name.

He said irritably: "Okay, I understand, I will lower the voltage of the electric shock device.

It’s really a bunch of weapons used by girls. What’s your favorite weapon? High-fiber spider web, low-power voltage generator, and, what is this?

Anesthetic spray?

It's really funny. Look at this again. What is this? A biochemical armor? Kurt, right? This thing of yours looks like a child's toy."

"Shut up!"

The thing that Professor Kurt didn't like the most was someone being disdainful of his research results, so he rolled up his sleeves angrily.

When he used the lizard potion, he had already grown back his broken arm.

Even after the lizard potion failed, his hand did not disappear again, which also meant that his lizard potion was regenerated effectively.

This is also the most important point for the military. Every year, countless soldiers have their limbs amputated due to battlefield explosions or battles. If this potion can be used, there is no telling how many people can be saved.

This aspect alone is enough for them to keep Norman Osborn at all costs.

Not to mention, there are also good things like single-player combat weapons.

Okay, the topic has gone too far, let’s just talk about this. Seeing the professor and Ivan Vanke who were about to fight, Little Spider had to stop them, but no matter how angry they were, Little Spider still had the final say on his own armor.

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Ivan Vanko still compromised. The armor was filled with a variety of non-lethal weapons. The only thing that Spider-Man couldn't make the decision about was the color choice of sponsor Mason.

Mainly black and red, to be precise, it is almost completely black with a red spider on the chest. If the other party is dazzled, they may think that this is a new warrior of Hydra.

After all, Hydra's symbol is a skull and a Hydra.

What a boring and bad joke.

The old captain next to him drank another cup of chrysanthemum tea and smiled without saying a word.