MTL - Marvel Reverses Wolverine-Chapter 82 see god

  Chapter 82 Meet God

   In the early morning of July 15, 1945.

  James and the accompanying pack of wolves, Remus Pete, the "Wolf Chief", disembarked from a military off-road jeep in a desert wasteland in Alamogordo, New Mexico.

  The leader of the Manhattan Project, Robert Oppenheimer, and several main researchers came over and shook hands with James. The desert no-man’s land was a little cold at night, and James still wore a slightly thicker disguise for his age.

   They approached the marching tent, and several high-level military officials also came over to shake hands with him and greeted him, intentionally or unintentionally, raising the issue of the post-war armament budget.

   "Mr. Howlett, please wear protective goggles."

  James took the silver-white light-shielding goggles from a middle-aged man, exchanged glances with Remus, put them on, and looked northwest.

  Five thirty in the morning.

  A purple-white light cluster flashed suddenly, followed by a deafening explosion. In the dark night, people were temporarily blinded by this excessively blazing light.

In an instant, a cloud of dark gray smoke with a diameter of several kilometers rose up in the air and turned into a white smoke column. The smoke cloud formed a mushroom shape at the top, and then slowly left the smoke column. The crowned "mushroom umbrella" became bigger and bigger. , as if to swallow the earth.

  The observation point nearly 100 kilometers away from the explosion was hit by a strong wind. Dr. Oppenheimer and a group of scientists applauded enthusiastically. The first nuclear fission weapon, the atomic bomb, exploded successfully.

  On the way to leave, James changed cars, and instead of taking the military jeep, Remus drove the Howlett family's vehicle to the airport.

   "Have you figured it out?"

James asked Remus Pete, who was driving in front, he was no longer young. At the age of thirty, he had practiced killing techniques to the peak of the first floor, and with the help of James, he guided his blood into the second floor. A "fake pill".

  The captain of the wolf pack who once followed him to the ocean to find Wakanda is still in his prime, and can live to a hundred years with this physical state, but after all, he cannot escape the decline of vitality one day.

   "Master, you said that what we study is martial arts. There is no such word. It was invented by you, and our group of people was also created by you."

   "What a soldier seeks in his life is a vigorous battle. The long-cherished wish of the Nordic people is to enter the Hall of Valor after they die in battle. I want to wait for an era where people like us can fight to our heart's content."

  James groaned and did not make a sound. This generation of wolves was trained by him one by one from adolescence or even childhood, and today there are still eight who have practiced killing techniques to the second or third stage.

  They did a lot of dark work for the Howlett family in the chaotic 1920s and 1930s, eradicating gangsters, hostile capital forces, and even high-ranking members of parliament who hindered the expansion of the family.

  President Roosevelt wanted to deal with this deep-rooted oligarch in the United States, and he had reasons.

  The new generation of wolves is growing up again, and the next generation will still be like this. They fight and practice boxing and martial arts every day in James' hands, full of hostility and murderous aura.

  But he has no better way to arrange them now. These people have seen and even touched extraordinary power, and they are not willing to die like this. They are waiting for an era, an era of wanton fighting that James promised them.

   "When I'm done, I'll start the 'Winter of the Wolf' plan."

   Remus Pete hooked the corner of his mouth and nodded.

Bucky felt that he was going to die. Ever since the so-called "Big Wolf" Uncle Pete brought a few old guys back to Edmond's old house, he missed more and more the training time of Unit 107 that he hated so much. It was a treat.

  After he ran to the school grounds on the first day, he was thrown into a valley not far away, standing in strange poses with a dozen half-children and even two little girls.

  Bucky learned a horse-riding posture with disdain, and after 20 minutes of support, he swayed and sat down.

  Those teenagers and girls glanced at him contemptuously. Their bodies rose and fell, and they breathed in a peculiar rhythm. Some of them even stood there and moved their spines, making Bucky's scalp numb.

  An "old wolf" came over and explained the essentials to him with vicious words. Regardless of whether he understood it or not, he whipped his whip and had to stand up again.

   It's been more than ten days, but Bucky has become a little familiar with those boys. After all, they are children, so they are easy to fool.

He curiously inquired how long it would take to practice this way, only to know that the longest one would take three years to practice various basic skills and practice boxing. People study in school and live in a "company" when they grow up.

   It's just that Bucky doesn't quite understand why these children feel that this place is not ordinary, nor can they be ordinary.

In this way, Sergeant James Barnes, a one-armed disabled man in his early twenties, relentlessly settled down in this valley, regardless of his "job" here is to raise horses with Coffey herding cattle.

That night, a huge blue-black transport plane with a strange shape parked in the field outside the old house. Based on his knowledge of military aircraft, Bucky judged that this plane, spraying ice-blue flames and landing vertically, had no Not at the level possible with current technology.

  He watched a group of youths trained in the manor and the boys and girls around him line up knowingly, boarded the plane excitedly, and followed behind him under the curse of the chief training instructor Remus Pete.

  The plane soared into the sky smoothly, and flew towards an unknown direction with extremely fast acceleration.

  Deep in Greenland, on the wasteland of permafrost.

  A puff of black smoke rose out of nowhere, and James, wearing a cloak, held Eric Lanshere's hand and Azazzo landed on the solid frozen ground.

  Eric is wearing an unusually formal dress today, a black suit tailored to his body, his hair is neatly combed, he is tall and thin, with pointed cheeks, and is exceptionally handsome.

   They looked around and walked down from a hidden hole behind a boulder.

  A majestic and spacious dish-shaped underground space the size of a stadium for 10,000 people came into view. It was propped up and transformed by countless steel structures, with complete photoelectric equipment and fuel generators. It was purely an underground military base.

  Many people in research uniforms are busy coming and going inside. There are rows of metal cabins and a three-meter-high oval machine on a high platform in the middle.

  Dr. Arnim Zola carefully picked up the Cosmic Rubik's Cube with mechanical claws made of vibrating gold, and slowly put it into the newly manufactured energy base.

  The Rubik's Cube was a Blu-ray masterpiece immediately, and the raging energy stream soared into the sky, but it was quickly stabilized by the energy absorbing device made by Quan Zhenjin, and the energy was supplied stably and continuously.

   "First, sir, everything is ready." Zola pushed her glasses and said tremblingly.

  Dr. Abraham Erskine also nodded solemnly. His lifelong pursuit is to explore and surpass the limits of human beings, but today's "ceremony" will allow him to see how humans become gods.

Above one side of the underground base, a "ceiling" with a size of tens of square meters opened slowly. Amidst rumbling buzzing, the transport plane carrying Bucky and the wolf group flew above the open cavern. The four propellers on the flanks reversed direction, and gradually fell while pressing against the ground.

   A series of figures stepped down from the plane quietly and solemnly, and came to James in a neat order, beating their chests and bowing their heads.

   Remus Pete led the other eight members of the wolf pack in front, one by one, walked towards the metal cabins arranged in two rows, and tore off his own coats. All of them were burly and majestic, naked with scars.

  Boom!

The qi burst all over James, and the cloak on his upper body collapsed. His white jade-colored body was flawless, and his bone structure seemed to be a little different from that of ordinary people. His body was thick and strong, but without large muscles, as if his body was a Skeletal armor covered with a layer of jade-like skin.

  He exuded a faint blood-red streamer, gently floating four or five meters in mid-air, looking around below.

  Bucky opened his mouth wide and gulped down a mouthful, his scalp felt a little numb. The boys and girls around him were full of enthusiasm, and their right fists were clenched tightly to their chests.

  Standing on the stage, Eric, who was next to Azazuo, became more and more short of breath. He seemed to be aroused by some kind of resonance deep in his blood, his eyes were burning, and he remained motionless.

  James Howlett carefully looked at every face without saying a word. The solemn and heavy atmosphere in the entire underground space was like a vast ocean brewing with majestic waves, and everyone's energy was aroused to the extreme.

  He slowly flew towards the dome-shaped energy cabin made of vibrating gold in the center of the high platform, floated down from the opening and closing opening above, and lay down in the cabin.

  The hatch was closed without any gaps, like a gigantic egg, James picked up the "Styx" serum syringe that had been placed inside in the dark space.

  This tube extracted a full ten parts of the perfect evolution serum of the heart-shaped herbal medicine, and it continuously glowed with purple light, lighting up the darkness inside the "egg" like a lighting stick.

  James pierced the needle of the serum medicine made by Zhenjin directly into his chest, slowly pushed it into the arteries of the heart, and pumped the "Styx" serum to every inch of his body.

  He restrained his mind with all his strength, and his body gradually gathered together, just like in the mother's womb, gathering all the qi and blood inward, and all the thoughts, thoughts, shrunk into one extreme like the stillness of the fetus.

  Dr. Zola opened the energy valve outside, and he stared closely at the evolution cabin connected to the energy transmission pipeline below, which gradually turned ice blue.

  Like a huge egg-shaped luminous body, its brightness continued to increase, almost making it impossible for everyone present to look directly at it, and subconsciously covered their eyes.

Every cell and tissue in James Howlett's body is constantly exploding and repairing. The serum is like a violent catalyst, igniting all his cells. The bioenergy field condensed in his body is constantly compressed, and a large amount of pure energy surges. to help him develop further strength and intensity.

  The continuous Rubik's Cube energy and his own life energy are perfectly fused together, like particles that are about to fuse after being extremely compressed, his spirit gradually blurred, and he no longer had consciousness, an ancient chaos.

   After what seemed like a long time, James Howlett saw a figure in the void of the spiritual world, getting closer and closer, naked, radiant, and his body and soul were one.

   That was himself.

  Seeing God is not bad, seeing God is seeing oneself, seeing oneself is God, and God is oneself.

  (end of this chapter)