Chapter 429: Time to Awaken

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Under the Canadian Rocky Mountains, the X-Men stood far away in a warning queue, guarding Li Jie and Logan and his son, so that no one would disturb them.

Logan and his son have been trapped in the spiritual maze built by thousands of years of building blocks since Li Jie used a special method. And use the Ksitigarbha Buddha statue to build them an illusion that belongs only to them in the maze of the mind.

This pair of father and son seemed to be in a state of being in a fixed state. Logan's face occasionally showed calm, angry, and joyful expressions.

But more often it is an unspeakable sadness. Although he was trapped by the body, he fell powerlessly to the ground.

But he couldn't stop the big tears from his eyes. He curled up his body like a baby who had just escaped from its mother's womb. It looked so weak and helpless.

Many X-Men frowned, showing worried expressions. Shining stood with Qin, she put her arm around Qin and asked worriedly: "Is Logan okay?"

Qin doesn't know what's going on now. After all, she couldn't investigate Li Jie's current situation. Now Li Jie seems to be fully urging the vision composed of thousand-year-old building blocks and Buddha statues. There is simply no time to explain anything to other people.

Qin could only smile reluctantly: "There should be no problem. Logan is a tough guy who has never been defeated."

Qin didn't know that maybe hitting a tough guy in this world doesn't require such cruel torture and instruments of torture. The kind of despair that comes from the depths of the soul is the truly terrible thing.

Li Jie urged his Buddhist energy so hard this time, he felt that it had reached a critical value.

Although he didn't express it clearly, he had this feeling in the dark. He felt that Logan and the others were about to come out of the maze of millennium building blocks.

Li Jie is making the strongest wave of energy output for Logan's final soul cleansing. The Ksitigarbha Buddha statue, which was only emitting a faint light, began to shine at this moment.

Everyone knows that Logan and the others are coming back soon!

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Like being caught in a thorny bush. Every time I move slightly, I will be stabbed by those sharp and sharp bushes and cut my skin. Leaving the flesh beneath my skin exposed to the air without protection.

Those thorny bushes pierced through me, injecting into my blood a poison called chaos. Don't know where to start, don't know where to end.

I am imprisoned in this prison called chaos, and I cannot reincarnate or escape. Every time I try to do something, that poison called chaos eats inside of me.

The air is filled with the taste of blood, which I have been striving for for hundreds of years. Only by irrigating the chaotic thorns with the most intense blood can they grow more and more luxuriantly.

And I can continue to live in this hell in the way I have long been used to. I no longer want to resist, I no longer want to long for hope. Because everything seems so powerless.

A mess of dead bodies everywhere is my final destination. When the claws pierced the chest of any life, that familiar sound, that familiar smell. I'm used to all this.

I have given up praying when I know it's all futile. For hundreds of years, hundreds of times I have struggled desperately. Every time I want to be free, this piece of hell only binds me tighter.

I gave up my faith, I gave up my light.

All of this is so familiar, every time I pray for a different beginning, deep down in my heart I already know what the final ending will look like.

They take on different shapes, different shapes. But they all have the same taste. Chaos, gore, killing. A lingering nightmare.

Tiredness and boredom enveloped my body, and I no longer wanted to think hard, nor did I want to do any useless work. Because I already know what the ending will be every time.

No matter how these things begin, they always end the same way.

Living forever is an unspeakable pain. I ended the lives of my last old friends with my own hands. They died with a smile, detached from everything in this world.

And I was still struggling in this dark and boundless hell. There is no light and hope. I gave up my mind, just want to fall forever in this dark hell.

I am willing to exchange for those my friends and lovers on the condition of eternal hell. May they triumphantly detach from everything in this mundane world.

Even if you are trapped in thorns, even if your body is injected with chaotic poison. As long as they are all right, I have nothing to fear.

I will continue to live in this dark hell with my sharp claws. To use the rest of my life to help those who can get out of here and get out of it.

Even if the bushes of thorns are getting more and more lush, even if all this may be useless.

I only know a little. When darkness comes I can't resist, even prayers seem useless. My enemies, beasts that live on blood.

I will water this hell of thorns with your blood, until they bloom the most delicate flowers. As bright red as a rose, as fiery as a rose.

I will be the only gardener in the dark hell. I will let this thorn grow all over hell. Locking you all up and trapping those bloodthirsty beasts in thorns is my last destiny in this life.

Like a mountain like a sea, forever unchanged, I swear by my eternity. - BY James Howlett, John Logan, Wolverine, Wolverine.

I swear by every name, every journey I've had in my life. I will be in hell forever, until this hell is full of delicate flowers...

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Logan lay beside a small lake in the foothills of the Canadian Rockies, his skin feeling the cold, hard touch of wet, cold pebbles.

There is also the smell of lake water and fir trees pouring in from the nostrils. Everything is so familiar, everything seems to return to the past.

The time when the war had not yet begun. When the sun shines on his body, Logan confirms that all this is not a dream. His eyes, blurred by tears, saw the people he wanted to see in his dreams.

They laughed and ran towards themselves. If this is the last dream before I die, please let me die in this dream.

Logan came back from the illusion, and he lay powerlessly on the ground. Everything seems unreal. He fell asleep tired. He came back, something different, brought something different.

Maybe everyone hasn't discovered it yet, but the current Wolverine is completely different from the original one. At least he knows that his original name is James Howlett!