The pirated doctor in American comics

In the Marvel Cinematic Universe, vampires can be seen in almost all countries.

There is only one exception.

Few people know the price paid to maintain this pure land.

Zhao Hang didn't know it before, and he doesn't know it now. He only has one idea.

Since it has been clean before, it should continue to be clean. We cannot let it get dirty today.

Zhao Hang was floating in the sky, his whole body covered in golden armor, embellished with golden-red flame patterns. The huge light wings with a wingspan of more than six meters behind him were gently stretching, making his body stagnant in the air. A long bow that was almost as tall as a man was held in his hand. The shape of the entire bow was like the golden corona of the red sun in the sky.

The dragon-penetrating spear projected by Yan Ding has no soul. It can't even be called a treasure, it can only be regarded as a hard weapon.

Of course Yan Ding would not let this status quo continue.

The core of the Noble Phantasm is the crystallization of faith condensed by legends. However, although the Noble Phantasm condensed by a person's faith is not very powerful, it is superior to purity. It is a personal and exclusive equipment.

The shape of the Noble Phantasm is projected from spiritual power as energy, and the most important core is a fire given by Yan Ding.

This kind of fire has its own shape, necklace-shaped, magatama-shaped, and watch-shaped.

But the common feature is that these fires have the ability to absorb spiritual power and store it as energy. If they are slowly accumulated in daily life, they will not cause fundamental damage to people, and they can even exercise the soul to a limited extent. Therefore, ordinary people Also works.

But if you want to use this power, you need a key, which is the belief required to form the Noble Phantasm. When it comes to an individual, it is a person's purest belief.

Everyone has different beliefs, so the power of fire unfolds and takes different forms.

There is no difference between strength and weakness in just form. The appearance is just an appearance. The firmness of belief is the key to determining whether it is strong or not.

And Zhao Hang hates rats in the dark.

Those shady rats

in various senses.

So the external manifestation of his fire is:

The Great Golden Crow represents the power of the brilliant sun

Although those who practice Bajiquan are best suited to use long spears, Zhao Hang prefers bows and arrows, but it doesn't matter.

The external manifestation of fire will transform into the form that best suits him.

The long bow named Sun Crown in his hand is the embodiment of his belief.

Every Noble Phantasm has its true name, and the Noble Phantasm that belongs to an individual is no exception.

Zhao Hang raised his long bow levelly, and the golden corona gathered the sunlight. Zhao Hang's calling voice came from the soul, communicated with the core of the Noble Phantasm, and resonated. The voice of the soul spread without being affected by the medium. The rats in the sewers on the yacht naturally listened. Really.

"Corona,

The mighty power of the radiant heaven is used to slay the evil spirits.”

The golden beams of sunlight on the corona suddenly disappeared and turned into tens of thousands of bright golden threads. The metal plywood of the yacht could not block the invasion of these golden threads.

sewer rats,

See the light.

For a moment, the world seemed to freeze. Those mice opened their mouths wide, as if they were about to scream, but they never had a chance.

Because the next moment they completely disintegrated into undetectable fly ash and completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

"The rats in the sewer dare to see the light"

Yan Ding suddenly turned his head and looked out the window, put on the hanging ring, raised his hand and pointed at the portal to appear, and took one step forward to the beach.

Wearing a white dress, Yan Yan was sitting on the beach, her long hair gently blowing in the evening breeze. Although Manhattan Island had been recovering for three months, the pain caused by the riot three months ago was still there. Not completely eliminated.

Although the sky had just been darkened at this time, there was not even half a person on this usually very busy beach.

The words sit there, with the moonlight shining down, the waves accompaniment, and the birds singing in harmony, and they also play a beautiful piece of music without saying a word.

Yan Ding walked over and sat down side by side.

"I'm surprised that you took the initiative to come to me." Yan Ding said softly.

"Accident?

I don't think so, it's just a matter of time. "Yu Yan raised his head and looked up at the stars. His hair, which had fallen down because he raised his head, fluttered in the wind, as if it had passed over Yan Ding's face.

"What do you say?" Yan Ding grabbed the naughty strand of hair and rubbed it, his eyes lowered.

“Or, one day, I’ll be you.

Or, one day, I leave you.

Or I die.

There is no other possibility. "

Yan Ding's voice became deeper: "You are my sister."

"We're not related by blood."

"Except for the Y chromosome, our genes are basically completely duplicated. We are basically the most similar fraternal twins."

"You told me everything in one go, and then used the crudest excuses to excuse me. You are not like me now."

"Only you are your own god."

"But you are me, and I am you, right?" Yan Yan turned to look at Yan Ding.

"No." Yan Ding's answer was decisive, but it seemed that he had used too much force.

"That's right, it's not just now.

But one day it will be.

I just want a brother, and this curse-like similarity wants to destroy my only wish.

I wish we weren't so similar." Some dots of light suddenly appeared around the words, like fireflies, but they were pure white light.

"Is it because of the fire?" Yan Ding looked at these light spots and asked.

“Not really, just the key.

Every time we meet, I can feel that we are getting closer and closer, until that day three months ago, you sent me the information.

I know everything you know, and you know everything I know.

But you are still you, but I am no longer me.

In the end, only one Yan Ding and a female Yan Ding were left.

The words completely disappeared. "

Yan Yan stood up, and the surrounding light spots quickly gathered together, forming a pair of white light wings behind her. The light spots gradually solidified, and the light wings seemed to turn into real white wings with substance.

"Angel wings.

You seem to have chosen a completely different direction. " Yan Ding watched the wings gradually take shape, then gently flapped the girl and took the girl up to the sky. Under the starry sky, it seemed as if a real angel had descended.

"I choose justice

The most impartial justice under absolute order. "

These words made Yan Ding feel familiar inexplicably.

"Kesha"

"You didn't seem to be selective when you sent me the information, you just sent it all in a mess.

Even the memory is the same. Apart from gender, what other means do I have to prove that I am words?"

Different from when he faced Gu Yi, when Yan Ding transmitted the verbal information, he basically fully synchronized the memory.

All the memories of the three worlds were copied. Yan Ding just wanted to eliminate other objective influences and see how the other self would go, but he ignored the similarities between the two people that went deep into their souls.

The closer you are, the more synchronized you are.

Even the memory is the same, and the words are almost completely transformed into words.

This is force majeure. Even if Yan Ding does not synchronize his memory, the resonance in his soul will synchronize his memory, allowing the two people to eventually become one person.

The only way to prevent this synchronization is the separation of distance