Chapter 687 The Value of the Fallen God Is Still Rising

The Holy Grail War, the battle for the universal miracle wishing machine.

The Holy Grail will choose a suitable Master across the time and space of the multiverse, and let the heroic spirit summoned by him to fight as a familiar.

Heroes from various universes, time and space, planets, and countries responded to the magician's call and fought fiercely on the infinite battlefield of the universe to the last group. After collecting enough stigmata, they completed the sacrifice to the Holy Grail.

This is the Holy Grail War.

The so-called Holy Grail is a miraculous relic derived from the legend of Christ.

Although it is not known whether this Holy Grail is the same as the legendary Holy Grail that contained divine blood, there is no doubt that the power that spans countless multiverses and endless time and space can definitely fulfill all the wishes of the holder!

But that ownership only has seven spots available.

In other words, the seven heroic spirits and their masters with the seven attribute peaks need to be the final winners.

"This is a secret that only a handful of magicians know. If I hadn't seen relevant records in Karma Taj's forbidden library in the past, I would have thought it was just a legend, so..."

Stephen walked on the streets of New York at sunset, looking at the extremely familiar and nostalgic modern scenery. He was in a trance for a long time: "So you understand, Master, we have the qualifications to achieve miracles."

"Don't call me master, Stephen, since when did you like this kind of fun?"

Clea said with dissatisfaction in her tone, "Call my name."

Stephen stopped when he heard this. He turned back with some doubts: "Uh, Master, do we know each other?"

"Are you kidding me?" Clea frowned and said in a panic: "You just said you would love me forever half an hour ago!"

Stephen's eyebrows raised, looking a little surprised:

"Sorry. I have to explain it to you again. The contestants come from all time and space in the multiverse."

"Especially for heroic spirits, time and the universe are meaningless, so I am not the Stephen you know, but from a parallel universe."

"Am I not with Christine in this parallel universe?"

He looked at Clea, touched his chin and looked at the hanging ring in her hand, feeling confused.

"You guys broke up many years ago!" Clea frowned unbearably.

As the Supreme Mage of another dimension, she can naturally understand the concept of parallel universes, but looking at the similar but different Stephen in front of her, regret and sadness uncontrollably welled up in her heart.

"The magic of the Holy Grail ritual is engraved on it. It seems to be my own handiwork."

Stephen looked at Xuan Ring and said: "I finally know why those people just looked at me unfriendly. I can ask the other me."

"He died. He died at the hands of the three mistresses you killed in order to protect our retreat." Klea was depressed.

"I'm sorry, but Stephen is definitely hoping you can cheer up, and well, that's a bit strange for me to say."

Stephen noticed the other party's gaze, and moved his gaze to the side with some embarrassment. He changed the subject and asked: "Clea, do you have any wishes?"

Clea's eyes gradually became firm: "Resurrect Stephen."

Stephen: "."

"What about you? Stephen from the parallel universe." Clea was a little confused: "You are already so powerful."

"With Christine." Stephen said without hesitation.

Clea: "."

The atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle. The two looked at each other, feeling something strange that couldn't be explained.

Not far away, four reincarnations following closely behind the two were communicating on the internal spiritual communication channel.

[Lou Baiyu: "Dr. Caster Dark Strange, when we met a servant of this level when we were doing missions before, we were so embarrassed."]

[Eleanor: "Is this the point?! The point is why is there the Holy Grail War in the Marvel Universe?!"]

[Berlant: "It looks like you're in the wrong place?!"]

[Nanaye Shiki: "You must have gone to the right place, my net eye has restored its complete direct-to-death function."]

Immediately, the other three reincarnations all focused their attention on the young man wearing black-rimmed glasses, and filled the screen with question marks in the consciousness space of the mental communication channel.

All things come from the source. If there is birth, there must be an end. The end of things is called "death".

After Nanaya Shiki died twice, he connected with the source, and through the combination of the Death Eye and his brain, he began to be able to see death directly.

So because of this, the Demonic Eye of Direct Death uses its full power

Need to link to the root.

"It's a lie." Eleanor froze on the spot with her mouth wide open.

Is this still Marvel? !

Are these two companies really connected, or has Xingyue been acquired? !

"Not only have I recovered." Nanaya Shiki took off his glasses, revealing his pair of deep blue magic eyes: "And the burden feels much stronger than before, at least ten times more."

As soon as he finished speaking, he put on the 'Demon Eye Killer'. He had not yet adapted to this level of burden.

Likewise, he can see more dots and lines.

"Your eyes are very interesting." Stephen looked at the costumes of several reincarnations and asked, "Are you the magicians of Kama Taj?"

He had already noticed the sense of voyeurism created by those eyes just now.

"They are all partners who fought side by side with Stephen and me against the three matrons." Clea said.

"You may be able to help, but there is no chance to make a wish." Stephen thought for a moment and asked, "Do you want me to take you back?"

"We also want to help Clea realize her wish and revive another Stephen!" Eleanor said quickly, "He has saved us many times!"

It's true.

Stephen's trust in these people increased a little. He was about to say something, but suddenly turned and looked towards the center of the city.

"It seems that someone can't wait before night."

The sky was covered by a torrent of metal, an army composed of countless robots.

They covered the last rays of the setting sun like dark clouds, and enveloped the earth in a cold shadow.

The scale of these machine armies seemed to be the ultimate presentation of technology in the future industrial age. Among them, there was a special existence holding a spear and inlaid with six gems on his chest.

It was particularly eye-catching at night.

"A crazy robot can also become a heroic spirit. I guess he might be a berserker?" Stephen raised his eyebrows.

"Enemy?" Two balls of purple magic energy surged out of Claire's hands.

"Don't worry." Stephen looked around, snapped his fingers, and said, "There are more participants in this Holy Grail War than just us."

At the moment when the figures of several people were hidden, the roar and roar of motorcycles resounded through the sky.

The burning skeleton knight riding a flame motorcycle swung the iron chain, and the white-bearded Hulk waved his fist, flew out of the ground, jumped up, and rushed towards the dense steel torrent.

The Holy Grail War officially kicked off.

[Eleanor: Is that Infinite Ultron? ]

[Lou Baiyu: It looks like it]

Is it too late to give up the mission and regret it now?

The sun was scorching in the sky, the yellow sand was all over the sky, and a lonely vehicle was slowly driving along an almost invisible track.

"Man, I think you should know that the movie being filmed now is called "Deadpool and Wolverine", right?"

"Do you think we have copyright fees to pay to Warner Bros.?! Or do you think Disney has more money to buy Warner Bros.?!!!"

"If they really have that money, I just want to see them acquire Sony as soon as possible. Do you know how much I want to play with Peter? Not the diabetes man, but the guy who threw some dust in your eyes. Well, I can't afford to mess with that guy either."

In a dilapidated pickup truck, chattering came out from under the red hood.

While he was cursing, he looked back every few seconds at the smoking windbreaker man sitting in the back seat. The veins of Wolverine Logan, who was wearing a yellow tights, popped out, and his hands holding the steering wheel slowly extended their claws.

"No smoking in the car, I'm talking about you, you bastard!!!" Deadpool poked his head out and stretched out his right hand to knock the cigarette out of the windbreaker man's hand:

"You actually put a magic mark on my body, I still like you so much, now I'm no longer a fan!!!"

"Anyway, what I want to say is that even if this is the void, a gathering place for all kinds of cosmic timeline garbage, you should never be here!"

"Keanu Reeves!"

"My name is John Constantine, you bastard." Constantine took a deep breath, put his hand on his face with an irritated and helpless look, and wiped a mixture of grease and sweat:

"If I could only use teleportation magic on you at that time, do you think I really want to stay with you, a bastard bitch?!"

"Damn, this damn broken place, your broken mouth that should be sewn up"

"Fuck——!"

Constantine pounded the seat emotionally.

Heat waves rolled over the desert surface, and the vehicle seemed to be shuttling through a steaming heat. The voice of Deadpool's broken mouth made the already stuffy car even more stuffy.

"You're right, this guy is indeed a bastard bitch." Logan glanced at the rearview mirror and silently retracted his claws.

At least the person behind him could empathize with him.

Deadpool glanced at Logan, then turned around and took out his pistol and pointed it at John, removing the gun:

"We only welcome Kryptonian Wolverine here. You and Doctor Strange have a conflict in your settings. Now get out of here and don't bring trouble to us!"

"Go back? I'd rather die here."

Zila——!

Bang——!

Bang! ! !

The moment the emergency brake sounded, the gunshot also sounded at the same time, followed by the sound of objects colliding.

Constantine looked at the smoking leather seat and bullet holes beside his ears, and his eyes twitched a few times.

Deadpool rubbed his head and looked back at the driver Logan, asking:

"Do you want us to sue Warner Bros."

"I hit someone." Logan ignored Deadpool and looked ahead.

In the rainforest that was out of place in the desert but was spliced ​​here, a silver-haired girl was lying on the ground.

"Shit" Deadpool cursed.

But soon, in about a few seconds, the girl lying on the ground slowly climbed up with the help of a tree trunk, holding a crowbar in her hand and looking at the position of the vehicle.

With long silver-white hair, super long hair and green eyes, her beautiful and cute face showed a painful expression.

She slowly walked to the side of the vehicle, knocked on the door, and said, "Forget the medical expenses, can I take a ride?"

"Of course, no problem, Lady~" Deadpool held his head with both hands and ordered Logan behind him:

"Driver, open the door quickly."

"Who are you?" Logan asked vigilantly: "Why did you suddenly emerge from the ground?"

"Nayako."

By some strange coincidence, after being in a daze for a moment, Logan unlocked the rear door and let him get in the car.

"It's so troublesome, there's no service spirit at all," Nayako complained while sitting in the back row:

"Just because I'm not a reincarnator, I can't use the delivery mechanism. Speaking of which, do you know how to get out of here?"

"Based on what I saw in the gun version of the movie, we can go find Cassandra later." Deadpool said.

The car started moving again, only this time, Deadpool let Constantine go and turned his attention to his new friend in the car.

When he said something, Nayako echoed it, and the two of them talked and laughed very happily.

Except for Logan, who glanced at the rearview mirror with a strange expression.

Why did he just let this unknown girl get into the car like this?

"How did you get thrown here?" Logan asked.

"Me?" Nayako stepped on the front seat and said, "I wasn't thrown here, I came in on my own."

"You came to this ghost place by yourself?" Deadpool exclaimed:

"There aren't even any adolescent boys my age in this place."

"There's no way." Nayako sighed, and the dull hair on her head fell down:

"This is the door-to-door service. My boss's sleep quality is always poor, so I have to play sleeping music for him."

She took out a black flute and looked helpless.

"By the way, let's see if we can find some sleeping partners for him so that he can stay asleep."

She took out a crowbar from nowhere and made a swiping gesture: "This is for the peace of the void, which is completely consistent with the identity of a superhero!"

"Then you must be a new character who will appear in the future."

Deadpool suddenly understood and said: "It seems that they have finally abandoned their political correctness and started to specialize in the otaku market."

Nayako was very amused by Deadpool's words. She laughed for a while, looked to the side, squinted her eyes and asked:

"By the way, who are you, big brother? Are you on the movie screen?"

Ever since Nayako got in the car, Constantine next to him had been a little too quiet, and even put his feet away and tried to get closer to the edge of them.

Constantine held the somewhat hot Spear of Destiny in his arms, showing a blank look in his eyes, and then blinked at Deadpool.

"Leave him alone."

Deadpool made a gesture of whispering, which made Constantine breathe a sigh of relief.

"This guy smuggled in from DC. Although there was a linkage between our two comics in the previous world, the honeymoon period has long passed."

"DC?" The hair on Nayako's head moved: "Superman and Batman?"

"That's it." Deadpool lowered his voice, ignoring Constantine who blinked at him quickly:

"Be careful with this ogling John Constantine. He is probably already fantasizing about having sex with you."

"His god has fallen, so he came to us to take refuge. You'd better wear a gas mask. Who knows if this refugee has any inversion virus."

Reversed

Fall?

The dull hair on Nayako's head slowly stood up, like an antenna.

The smile on her face was a little stiff. After a few seconds of silence, she said, "The Devourer of Worlds?"

"Oh my god, you know too?!" Deadpool covered his mouth and exclaimed.

"." The curve of Naiyako's mouth widened a little. She looked at Constantine and asked in a trembling voice: "Are your God and the Fallen God the same?"

Constantine put away his blank eyes and nodded with difficulty.

"real?"

"Heaven and hell are in chaos."

The vehicle was still moving, and Deadpool was still talking to him, but this time.

"He is the first firmament in this world." Naiko, who had been there for a long time, slowly turned her head and said to Deadpool: "He is already here."

"."

Deadpool suddenly became quiet.

He slowly turned around and sat back in the passenger seat, maintaining an upright posture. After a while, he fastened his seat belt again.

The entire journey was speechless.