The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Wanda looked confused at this moment.

Because, from her perspective, she could only see a wriggling black mist.

The strange scene made her feel cold for no reason. She subconsciously turned her head and looked to the side, wanting to ask Pietro what was going on.

However, what she saw was that Pietro seemed to be a different person.

There is a hint of majesty in his pale golden eyes, and his whole body exudes a sacred and noble temperament, as if it is emitting the brilliance of the sun, making it difficult for people to look directly at his face, and they can't help but want to kneel down and worship.

Just like she was possessed by Sithorn before.

There is an unknown spirit that possesses Pietro's body and descends here through him.

'Pietro''s lips wriggled, and from time to time, a hint of deep fear and coldness flashed through his pale golden eyes, and the black mist also became larger and smaller, sometimes expanding and twisting, sometimes shrinking and erratic.

The two seemed to be having some kind of conversation that was unknown to outsiders.

However, Wanda, who was so close, could not hear their voices at all.

It's not because she has a hearing problem, she can hear clearly the breeze caressing the earth, the chirping of birds in the distance, or even the countless prayers in New York City further away.

Only their voices seemed to be isolated from the world.

The conversation did not last long.

Judging from the movements of ‘Pietro’s’ lips, it should only be a few short sentences.

Then, the black mist suddenly expanded, and out of it came a huge, bloated, twisted and disgusting piece of flesh, and hundreds of sticky evil tentacles, spreading along the earth like vines.

Wanda tensed up and was about to use chaos magic to destroy those weird tentacles.

But before she could take action, she saw a dazzling golden light erupting fiercely from Pietro's body, illuminating half of the sky in an instant, like the light of the sun, driving away those evil tentacles.

laugh--!

When the tentacles meet the light, they are like white snow in spring, instantly melting and turning into bursts of black smoke.

"Wanda Maximoff, your mission is to deliver the key to the angel." Just when Wanda was shocked by this scene, she seemed to see a radiant person standing next to Pietro.

silhouette.

But when she wiped her eyes and looked carefully, she found that the figure was gone.

"Who...are you?"

Looking at her younger brother who had become a complete stranger, Wanda looked a little wary and yelled: "Get out of Pietro's body!"

Chaos magic lingers at the fingertips, the surrounding reality seems to be distorted and tampered with, and a huge will fills the space.

Because of her experience of being possessed by Sithorn, she had no favorable impression of these so-called 'gods', and even felt a little disgusted with them, which is why she reacted so excitedly.

"Don't be nervous, Wanda."

'Pietro' slowly turned around and looked directly at her with his pale golden eyes: "I don't have any ill intentions towards you. I can no longer walk in the world. I am just borrowing Pietro's body temporarily."

Obviously, you can't win Wanda's trust with just one sentence.

Before Wanda could question, the strange 'Pietro' in front of her, bathed in the rays of the sun, said calmly: "As for who I am...haven't you guessed it yet?"

As the words fell, Wanda's pupils narrowed a little.

Suddenly, a crown made of gold threads and decorated with thorns appeared on Pietro's head.

"You should understand after seeing this, right?" In order to prove that he had no ill intentions, 'Pietro' stretched out his hand, and there was a round hole in his palm, which was bloody as if it had been nailed through.

"Suffering...crown of thorns..."

No matter how stupid Wanda is, she still understands when she sees this, and her pupils shrink suddenly: "You are...Jesus?!"

"Take the key and go find the Angel on New York's East River."

Jesus handed over the silver ancient key and said calmly: "By the way, tell her something for me, the kingdom of heaven and Eden have been destroyed long ago. If you still hold on to the illusion of the past, you will only be bound in the shadow of the past.

"

"But..." Wanda opened her mouth, wanting to ask what would happen to her brother if she left.

But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them out.

Facing a real god, and the famous Jesus, she couldn't ask any questions.

Jesus saw her worry and said, "Don't worry, I'm just borrowing his body temporarily and won't hurt him. If this matter can end successfully, you will be reunited."

Wanda heard the voice-over, and the prerequisite for the reunion was... that it could end successfully.

If it fails, the entire earth will be destroyed, and there will be no need for them to be reunited.

"Don't worry, I will definitely give the key and the words to that angel." Wanda grabbed the key and nodded heavily.

She didn't dare to stay for a moment, because the twisted black mist was constantly hitting the golden barrier.

Although she didn't know what was in the black mist, she knew one thing clearly.

That black mist... is scary!

She couldn't even imagine what kind of existence it was, and even chaos magic couldn't do anything about it.

That is an existence countless times more terrifying than Sithorn...!

With trembling fear, Wanda flew to New York City. During this time, she felt a chill on her back, the hairs on her body stood on end, and there was a voice deep in her mind, tempting her to go back.

Can't look back! Can't look back! Can't look back!

Just like Orpheus, turning back means losing everything.

The golden light was like a high wall, blocking the spreading black mist, and the two collided to make a permeating hissing sound.

"Humph, it's just a desperate struggle!"

In the increasingly distorted black mist, the swollen woman's eyes glowed with a sinister light, and the eyeballs on the millions of tentacles simultaneously reflected the figure of Jesus, uttering filthy and obscene words: "With such a remaining will,

, how long can you stop me?"

"Do your best." Jesus said calmly: "After all...I am just a dead man."

"Even if you stop me here, you can't change the result of your failure." The Swollen Daughter laughed and said sarcastically: "Last time, you modified the timeline and shattered heaven and hell, so you barely stopped us. This time

…What do you have left?”

Hearing this, Jesus remained silent, but a trace of sadness flashed deep in his eyes.

"Heaven? Hell? Oh no... you are gone."

The Swollen Girl looked at Him playfully, and then sneered: "Or...are you planning to sacrifice him?"

Jesus slowly raised his head and said, "If...it's necessary."

"Haha, he is really great enough." The swollen girl's face became more and more playful, and she said: "I just don't know, if he knew about it in the future, he would choose to sacrifice himself to save the world, or... go to another place.

What’s a way?”

"Lies can only deceive for a while, but they cannot deceive forever."

Jesus said calmly: "He is the one who can ultimately make the choice, not us ghosts buried in the past."