Chapter 1230 The first piece of the saint’s body

"Scott, we really have to..."

Storm hesitated to speak, as if she was afraid of making him angry.

"Scott, I don't want to refute what you mean." Colossus nodded and said: "I'm just... worried that if we cooperate with that guy, we may not end well in the end, Stephen ·Strange is too sinister."

"Don't worry, Ororo, Piotr."

Cyclops raised a sneer, with a cunning look in his eyes. He stared at the place where Doctor Strange left, and said calmly: "I only promised him to collect the saint's body, but I didn't promise who he would give it to in the end."

"Since the saint's body is so important, everyone is fighting for it."

"Perhaps after figuring out its use, we can snatch all the remains and use them ourselves."

Storm and Colossus smiled. This was the Scott they knew.

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In the endless desert, two figures moved forward slowly.

Two strings of winding footprints were left on the hot sand, crossing one layer after another of dunes.

"Damn the weather, isn't it too hot?!"

Kuaiyin wiped the pouring sweat on his forehead, looked down at his soaked clothes, and said with a bitter look on his face: "If I could use my ability, I would have reached the end of the journey for only 6,000 kilometers."

"Stop complaining, Pietro." Hawke, who was carrying supplies in front, turned around and panted: "You should be lucky that everyone can't use their abilities, otherwise we would be killed by Cyclops and the others at the starting point. ”

"I know, I'm just complaining, Uncle Hawk."

Kuaiyin curled his lips, put up a pergola on his forehead, and looked into the distance: "How long do we have before we can get out?"

Hawke stopped, narrowed his eyes and took a general glance, silently calculating in his mind, and said: "At the current speed, we will be able to walk out of the desert and reach the Gobi Desert before dark."

"It's so far, too far!"

Kuaiyin cried sadly and held his head in his hands: "It's still so far, I almost want to give up!"

"Hey, Pietro, have you forgotten the professor's instructions?" Hawke said with a black line on his face, secretly thinking that young people nowadays really have no patience at all, and helplessly comforted: "Don't forget, Wanda is still waiting for you. Woolen cloth!"

Wanda? professor?

Upon hearing these two names, Quicksilver immediately perked up and the fire reignited in his eyes.

"You're right, Uncle Hawke!" Quicksilver clenched his fist and said with fighting spirit: "We can't give up. Wanda and the professor are waiting for us. We must win the final victory!"

Quicksilver, who was full of fighting spirit, surpassed Hawke in a few steps as if he had been given a shot of blood.

"Uncle Hawke, stop dragging your feet behind. Now is not the time for a walk. We must speed up and overtake others!"

Who is kneeling in front of me shouting to give up!

Hawke was speechless and waved his hand feebly: "Yes, yes, please slow down a little and take care of me. I'm forty-five years old, and I don't have as much physical strength as you."

Although Kuaiyin ran very fast, he was still behind, following leisurely.

"Pietro, walk slower."

Hawke shouted: "It's too fast, I can't catch you."

"ah--!"

However, at this moment, Kuaiyin let out a scream and suddenly disappeared from his sight.

For a moment, Hawke felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. His eyes widened, his muscles tensed, and he glanced around nervously: "Pietro? Where are you? Come out quickly, Pietro!"

His voice echoed in the desert, but he received no reply.

It's an attack!

Hawke suddenly shrank, and immediately realized that they were being attacked, and the other party had planned it for a long time!

Before he could think further, the sand under his feet seemed to be flowing, forming a vortex like quicksand. In less than a second, it was about to swallow his calf. The speed was simply surprising.

"Roar!"

Hawke roared, his muscles expanded and burst his clothes, transforming into a werewolf more than two meters tall.

Then, using all four limbs, and relying on his excellent explosive power, he ran directly out of the swirling quicksand and came to another higher sand dune, watching there with concern.

"It's so dangerous. If I were slower for one to two seconds, I would have been swallowed whole!"

Hawke wiped the sweat from his forehead and analyzed it calmly: "Why is there such terrible quicksand? Is it an enemy attack, or... other reasons?"

"Help...help-!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from under the quicksand.

Pietro's cry for help? !

Hawke recognized that the owner of the voice was the missing Pietro, so he shouted: "Pietro, is it you? Are you under this quicksand? What happened?"

"Save me first...go up..."

Pietro's voice grew quieter and seemed to sound further and further away.

"Damn it, he's about to be swallowed up by quicksand!" Hawke's ears twitched, and he quickly judged from the echo of the sound that Quicksilver was about ten meters away from the surface, and that it was a hollow space. Speed ​​sinks.

The scope of the quicksand continued to expand. Looking from the sand dune where he was, it looked like...the devil's paw prints!

Yes, the quicksand is like the palm print of a devil, and the ferocious claws are clearly visible.

"This place...is a bit evil!"

Hawk's forehead was dripping with sweat. Even he didn't dare to go in rashly, otherwise it would only make the situation worse.

But if you don't go in, how can you save Kuaiyin?

For a moment, he was in a dilemma, not knowing how to choose.

"If you are in a desperate situation, turn to the Stigmata for help."

Suddenly, a voice sounded in his ears.

"Who is talking?!" Hawke shuddered and suddenly turned around, but found no one.

"If you are in a desperate situation, turn to the Stigmata for help."

The voice sounded again, still in his ears, but this time, Hawke clearly saw a silhouette, which seemed to be a middle-aged man wearing a crown of thorns on his head.

"Help...stigma?"

Hawke lowered his head and stared at the mark on the back of his hand: "The stigmata, does this refer to this mark?"

"Hawk...I can't hold it anymore..."

Pietro's cry for help sounded again, only this time, he became weaker.

"Fake, now is not the time to think about this!" Hawke gritted his teeth, regardless of whether this thing was a trap or not. He intuitively planned to believe the voice and shouted loudly: "If you really...can If you want to help us, then rescue Pietro!"

Buzz—!

A red scar faded away, leaving only a faint trace.

At the same time, a terrifying storm suddenly blew up. With a huge suction force like a dragon sucking water, the quicksand was lifted dozens of meters high from the ground, forming a desert tornado, and Kuaiyin was dragged up.

"It actually...really succeeded?!"

Hawke's eyes widened, but he didn't expect the 'stigma' to be real and respond to his request.

"Cough cough...cough cough..." Kuaiyin knelt on the sand beside him, coughed crazily, slapped his chest hard to let the sand out of his mouth, and said with a look of shock on his face. : "I almost... almost really died!"

Hawke came over, patted him on the back and said, "I told you to walk slower, now you know you regret it!"

"Stop it, Uncle Hawk."

Kuaiyin turned his head with a bitter smile, and while smacking the sand out of his mouth, he reached out and said, "Give me some water, I want to clean up the innermost sand. Damn it, it's so uncomfortable."

However, Hawke did not answer, but stared directly at his arm.

"Pietro...what is that thing you are holding in your hand?!" Hawke said with a horrified look on his face.

"What are you holding on to?"

Kuaiyin looked puzzled, then looked down and jumped up from the sand in fright: "Oh my god! Minaoyin!"

Only the front end of his forearm was visible, which had been completely weathered and withered like a mummy. It was suddenly connected to his original arm, as if the two were fused.

"What is this?!"

Hawke stared at the arm, but suddenly there was a greed in his heart to take it as his own.

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