Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto Chapter 1245 New   2 Sep 20, 2022

come down...

come down...

come down......

The feeling of weightlessness enveloped Hawke.

There seemed to be countless hands, dragging his body, falling into the boundless abyss.

It was pitch black all around, and he couldn't see his fingers. He tried his best to cry out, but he couldn't get the slightest response. It seemed that he was the only one left in the whole world. The feeling of loneliness, loneliness, and fear gradually spread.

Sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, feeling... all are moving away from him.

This feeling of powerlessness is really terrifying!

Hawke seemed to give up, just sinking into the darkness, quietly waiting for everything to end.

But those memories of the past, like a marquee, began to flash in his mind scene by scene, from the first Magneto, to later Professor X, to Pietro and Wanda, as well as those dead comrades in arms. .

Those people looked stern and disappointed, as if they were questioning him loudly: "Did you really try your best?"

Professor X looked at him with disappointment: "Hawk, I thought you could do it, but I didn't expect that you let me down, you can't even protect a child, the future of mutants... that's it You were ruined!"

Immediately afterwards, Magneto appeared in his mind and asked him expectantly, "Hawk, my child, are you protected?"

Then, Wanda appeared again. She cried and asked, "Why didn't you protect my brother? Why did you let him step into the wooden house? Why can you give up with peace of mind?"

Covered in blood, with his legs broken at the roots, and with only one hand left, Wolverine crawled out of the dark abyss, and stared straight at him with his blood-stained, scarred face. : "Hawk, you disappoint me too much."

The questioning, like a sharp knife, stabbed into his heart fiercely.

"Do not......"

"I can't give up yet..."

Hawke, who originally planned to give up, had a flame in his heart.

Not for himself, but for those dead comrades-in-arms, even if he has fallen into a demon, he will get up again and take revenge on those guys with the flames from hell!

"Uh ah ah—!"

A roar from the heart turned into the most primitive oil and injected into this decayed and damaged machine.

Hawke, who was running out of fuel, tried his best to burn his soul and stretched out his hand to the darkness.

He wants to tear apart the darkness and return to that world!

"Please...my body!"

"Just hold on a little longer, just hold on a little longer!"

"I can't fall down yet!"

"At least until I save Pietro, I can't die ahhhhhhhhhhhhh—!"

In the boundless darkness, a bright light suddenly appeared.

A beam of blazing golden light, like the dawn of dawn, pierced through this boundless pitch-black space.

In Hawke's shocked eyes, he seemed to see a person walking towards him from the blazing golden light. The infinite warmth enveloped him, dispelling the darkness like the sun.

"A slave bound by fate, rely on your own strength to liberate your fate!"

Under the blazing golden light like the sun, Hawke's vision gradually blurred. At the last second of unconsciousness, he vaguely saw that it was a man wearing a crown of thorns and a linen cloth.

650 kilometers from Kansas City, on a forest trail.

The torrential rain that has fallen for several days has made the land very moist and soft, and a light mist permeates the forest.

At this time, the soft and damp soil was slowly changing its shape.

If you look down from a high altitude, you can clearly see that the land in this area is undergoing a strange change that cannot be described by science, as if a demon walked by and left a huge palm print with a diameter of hundreds of feet.

The edge of the palm print can be clearly seen, like a claw-like trace.

This is the area in the palm of the terrifying demon in the Arizona desert, but for some unknown reason, it actually moved thousands of kilometers and appeared near Kansas.

With the appearance of the demon's palm, a violent heartbeat suddenly sounded in this silent forest.

Puff! Pfft! Pfft!

The sound of the heartbeat became louder and louder.

It reverberated in the open forest, as if a powerful sports car filled with engine oil was slamming the accelerator.

Looking at the source of the earth's vibrations, it was a corpse covered in mud and completely dead.

And the source of the heartbeat is this corpse.

In the places that were not touched by the soil, the skin of the corpse could be found, showing a rigid blue color, and even a little smelly, as well as speckled mildew, which was enough to prove that he was completely dead.

But it was such a dead body, and its chest was beating violently.

puff... puff... puff...

The corpse trembled suddenly, as if it had been electrocuted, and bounced several centimeters in place.

Then it fell heavily again, the mud splashed around the earthquake, and the mud that wrapped the corpse also fell off, revealing its original appearance, which was shockingly the long-dead Hawke.

At a very close range, he was hit by six bullets from the M1911, causing half of his head to fly off.

If you get close, you can still see half of the brain.

Bullseye, a professional killer, will never leave any trouble. Every shot is fatal, so it is reasonable to say that it has become like this. It is absolutely impossible for the corpse to come back to life.

But it happened to be such a corpse that the heartbeat sounded again.

rustling...... rustling......

Hawke's fingers wriggled a bit, and made several marks on the wet soil.

Immediately followed by his eyelids, and then his whole body twitched slowly, as if he was irritated after death, and kept shaking.

The next moment, Hawke slowly got up from the ground, and after staggering twice, he stood firm.

"I... came back from hell!"

The moment he opened his eyes, Sen Han's killing intent was like a tsunami, sweeping the entire forest.

Hawke violently tore off his shirt, looked down at his chest, an organ like a heart ~~ clearly protruded from the subcutaneous tissue, and even saw two thick large arteries, and the whole Shape of the heart.

"Really... have I also been selected?"

Hawke looked at the beating heart and knew that his second life was bestowed by the saint.

The surging vitality is constantly pouring into his body from the heart. Without this heart, he is just a corpse now, and even with the support of the heart, it is uncertain how long he can live.

"Is this the power of the saint's remains?"

Hawke murmured in a low voice, he could clearly feel a wonderful force wandering within his body.

That is the power of life and the power of spirit.

With the activation of his thoughts, that mental power quickly leaked out of the body, forming a creature that was almost transparent, but had a human-shaped outline, and stayed silently beside him like a ghost.

This is the ability that the corpse gave him, just like the power of Pietro.

"Pietro...wait for me!"

Hawke clenched his fists, his eyes were sharp and firm: "I will save you, at all costs, before this body reaches its limit, no one... can stop me!"

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