The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

After the brief conversation ended, silence fell again.

Lord was leaning on the back of the seat, crossing his legs, tapping the table with his right index finger, half-squinting his eyes, and fell into deep thought.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...tick tock...

The hands of the clock hanging on the wall moved slowly to the rhythm of knocking.

Michael waited quietly at the side. Although there was a flash of worry in his eyes, he knew enough not to disturb the man, just as he was standing beside God.

The candlestick on the table flickered in flames.

Against the backdrop of the candlelight, the man's face looked a bit uncertain, as if a storm was brewing.

clatter!

The sound of tapping knuckles stopped.

This move seems to indicate the end of thinking.

"Michael..."

Lord called softly.

"Please...give me whatever you want."

Michael slowly lowered his noble head, put one hand on his chest, and said with respect: "No matter what you do, I will do it for you. My sword... will clear all obstacles for you!"

"Take care of them and yourself."

Lord stood up slowly while holding on to his seat, and said calmly: "There was an accident over there with Natasha. I need to... go take a look."

"I don't agree."

Michael took a step across, stopped in front of him, and said seriously: "This is most likely a trap set by them!"

"I know, but... there is no other way."

Lord smiled lightly and said: "The key to the third key lies with Natasha and Coulson. Even if it is a trap... I have to go."

"Then let me go instead!"

The kingdom of God emerged from behind Michael, the scene of paradise reflected in the void, and the sacred light turned into feathers and drifted away: "I have reached the kingdom of God, and even if I encounter danger, I still have some ability to protect myself."

"Besides..."

"As long as you stay outside to take care of me, even if I am really trapped or something happens, you can still find a way to save me."

"But if you are trapped again, I can't save you, so let me go!"

"Your suggestion is good, but..."

Lord smiled, raised his hand to stop Michael, and said, "I never listen to advice, and it's not like you don't know that."

"Static...the power of stillness?"

Michael wanted to break free, but found that the power that held her was the still power of the Spirit King's right hand.

"Sorry, I'm not good with words."

Lord lifted up a strand of her black hair and said with a smile: "I know I can't convince you, so I can only use this method."

"Lord!"

Michael stared with beautiful eyes, a hint of anger in his voice.

"My intuition tells me..." Lord paused slightly, and then said: "I have to go this time, otherwise... I will miss something very important, so... forgive me, Michael."

"no!"

Hearing this, Michael panicked a little and hurriedly shouted: "If it's intuition... you can't go even more. Don't you... don't know yet? It might be..."

"I know."

Luo De said calmly: "But... we have to face it sooner or later, right? Sooner or later, there is no difference."

"But……"

"No buts, Michael."

Lord raised his hand to interrupt her, and the turbulent spiritual pressure spurted out of his body in an instant: "The other party has already sent an invitation, how can I let others go on my behalf?"

Natasha...no, I should say that person.

He was just taking advantage of this opportunity to issue an invitation. The initiative to go or not was not in his hands.

He has to go, for...the third key!

Rumble!

The supreme spiritual pressure turned into a storm, and with an extremely terrifying situation, it swept up in an explosion. The entire space in the house was almost shattered at this moment.

In the deepest part of the chaotic, violent, broken void!

A yellow mark suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The mark is so weird that just by staring at it, you will feel your mind swelling, as if there is a song calling the soul to go to a mysterious place.

Behind the yellow mark, an ancient theater-style building vaguely resembles the lake. The mottled city walls seem to have spanned countless years and become vicissitudes of time.

"Lost Carcosa

The song of the Hyades is not heard

The king's rags are swaying in the wind

The song quietly disappeared there

dusky carcosa

…”

The song that flashed through his mind when he was fighting Deadpool now sounded clearly again.

The sobbing and complaining female voice is annoying and irritating.

And it always lingers in the deepest part of my mind, unable to expel it, let alone completely block it.

"Is it here?"

Lord frowned, trying to find traces of Natasha through the chaos of time and space.

In those eyes that symbolized omniscience and omnipotence, four stars were distributed in all directions, and the star-shaped blank left in the center was flowing with a blazing and dazzling golden glow like lava.

In the past, after he "opened his eyes", the future of many times would unfold in detail, like a scroll, and appear in his eyes.

However, this time.

The omniscient and omnipotent "eye" seemed to be blocked by some kind of force, just like the hot breath in winter covering his glasses. All he saw was a model lake.

"Still...can't see..."

Lord murmured to himself, and then his spiritual pressure exploded again, this time with almost all his strength: "Then let me see... where are you hiding!"

A sword covered with azure cracks was already in his hand, with surging spiritual energy flowing around it, and a coercion strong enough to tear the space apart, roaring and wreaking havoc in this chaos.

Even with the suppression of this house, Lord has already half-footed the Spirit King. How can his spiritual pressure be suppressed so easily?

Rumble——!

!

Suddenly, New York City was filled with storms and thunder.

The rolling clouds swallowed the sky like a giant snake, and thunder and lightning as thick as a bucket pierced the sky. A suffocating feeling filled the hearts of tens of millions of people.

At this moment, Deadpool in the underground space was directly suppressed by this force and could only crawl on the ground, having difficulty breathing, and his face turned red and purple.

"What...what is this?!"

Deadpool asked in horror.

"Ah...this power..."

Xiao Yu was not affected. She looked up and looked up, with a bit of worry and fear on her face. She whispered softly: "It's the shop owner... I'm serious."

Hearing this, Deadpool's eyes twitched.

He originally thought that even if he couldn't beat that bastard, he should at least be close.

But now it seems... bullshit!

The coercion brought by spiritual pressure alone can make him lie on the ground, unable to move like a dead dog. Is this called 'closer'?

Fart! Fart! Fart!

Impossible... With such an existence, it would be impossible for him to catch up with the other party in this life, even... it is impossible to even imagine!

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"Even such people...are controlled..."

There was a look of horror in Deadpool's eyes, a little fear in his tone, and an unknown decadence: "Can we really... break away from the 'shackles of fate'?!"