American comics: From Hogwarts to God on Earth

Chapter 624 The Wolf's Revenge (Part 2)

Logically speaking, if things continued this way, Logan would simply die meaninglessly at the hands of these two villains.

He was no longer the Wolverine of his prime. Logan's fighting spirit, his will, and even his combat wisdom had all vanished over the long years, leaving behind only a trapped beast consumed by regret.

To be honest, when Rune saw the old wolf and truly understood what it had done, he was very disappointed.

This wolf was unwilling to fight for the last hope of this land. He let his friend and comrade die, only chasing after his son after discovering he had escaped. In the end, he showed no regard for whether his wife and daughter would be implicated, stubbornly confronting the god-king Doom.

But if—if Logan still possesses even the slightest bit of fighting spirit, as long as he proves he can still be saved, Rune is willing to help Logan regain his power and become that fierce Wolverine again.

But what Rune didn't know was that Logan's situation was actually worse than he imagined.

The excruciating pain and blood loss made Logan's consciousness begin to blur, and the scene before his eyes gradually distorted—beside the figure of Crossbones, the phantom of his former companion appeared.

"What happened to you? How did you end up like this?" Cyclops asked helplessly. "This isn't like you at all."

Phantom Cat leaned closer to Logan, gently stroking his face. "How did you get so old? In my memory, you never had a single gray hair—"

"Wow! Teacher, no way!" Li Qianhuan exclaimed, circling around herself. "How come you couldn't even beat Crossbones and Taskmaster?"

Logan almost burst into tears. His companions were covered in bloody wounds, and the numerous marks consisting of three parallel cuts made it impossible for Logan to look at them directly.

Taskmaster remained close to Logan, relentlessly attacking him. The familiar moves left him disoriented, as if he were seeing a version of himself from long ago—that…

That ruthless version of myself, whose hands were stained with the blood of countless innocent people.

"Hey, old wolf, stop acting like a stray dog ​​and show some wolverine spirit! Your daughters are waiting for you!"

A familiar, hoarse but powerful voice came from the earthen slope not far away. Logan subconsciously looked towards the source of the voice and saw an old man wearing sunglasses standing there, a pipe dangling from his lips, a mocking smile on his face.

It's Eagle Eye.

Crossbones was also cooperating with Taskmaster, his attacks were merciless, and Logan was almost hit in vital areas several times. Anger and guilt tormented his heart, but those illusory shadows were becoming clearer and clearer.

He saw his wife standing not far away, with Judd and Ashley beside her. His wife looked at him tenderly, saying nothing, but the two girls' eyes were resolute as they shouted in unison, "Daddy, go for it! Defeat these two bad guys!"

Logan became dazed.

Bang!

Crossbones seized the opening and punched Logan in the forehead, finally knocking the man to the ground. He looked at Logan with apprehension, but his words were merciless: "Look! He's about to cry. What a piece of trash."

"dad----"

Logan turned around in shock to look at the speaker, who was his son, Howlett Jr., whose body was covered in a thick layer of molten metal, except for his face.

At that time, young Hollit had already awakened the same super regeneration as himself. In order to kill young Hollit and eliminate future troubles, those damned Hydras went mad and poured boiling molten metal on him, completely killing their eldest son.

But at this moment, Little Howlett seemed to be lying alive beside him, smiling at him, "I heard about your past deeds from Hawkeye. I am proud of you. My death is not your fault, but I really want to see you become a hero—"

"So, Father, consider it my sake when you wield your steel claws against them!"

Their words were like sparks, igniting his dying will. His burning desire for revenge intensified, and if it wasn't released, it would likely burn him to ashes.

Just as Rune was about to finish things up for Logan, he saw Logan regain his composure—he had found a weakness.

Just as Taskmaster lunged forward again, intending to end him completely, Logan seemed to hear Hawkeye's shout in his ears, and saw the expectant eyes of his children and comrades before his eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, he abandoned his attempt to block, letting the steel claws slice open his shoulder, blood gushing out. But taking advantage of this opening, he suddenly plunged the steel claws into the gaps in the Taskmaster's mask, twisting them violently.

Click!

With a sharp crack, Taskmaster's mask shattered, sparks flew from the optical lenses, and Taskmaster let out a muffled scream before collapsing to the ground, his body convulsing.

Learning from Wolverine's fighting style is a clear mistake. Wolverine's fighting style is to trade blows, and because of his powerful regenerative abilities, he can still accept even the risk of injuring his enemy by a hundred while suffering a thousand damage himself.

However, the Master of Imitation does not possess powerful regenerative abilities. He uses Wolverine's fighting style more because it can irritate Logan and his group, causing them to expose more weaknesses.

Logan pulled the steel claws out of the other man's head, dark red blood splattering all over his face, but his eyes grew even more ferocious.

When the old man shakily stood up again and looked at his crossbones, the crossbones instinctively and shamefully shrank back.

I—am actually afraid of such a piece of trash?

The moment his crossbones moved backward, the thought inevitably entered his mind, followed by a surge of shame and humiliation.

"We defeated you!" Crossbones roared hysterically, refusing to allow himself to be afraid of these former superheroes. "You were nothing but a bunch of defeated wrestlers, understand? Defeated wrestlers!"

He raised his hand, pulled a grenade from his waist, unplugged it, and was about to throw it at Logan.

Although Logan was almost exhausted, he still used all his strength to lunge at Crossbones and hug him tightly.

Logan didn't care about the grenade; death was a relief for him now.

Although Logan was old, his adamantium claws were still sharp. Crossbones' tactical armor, lacking materials like vibranium, was completely unable to withstand the artifact's attack, and the old wolf's claws easily pierced his body.

The grenade rolled to a spot not far away and then exploded, the huge shockwave throwing them away, but Logan clung tightly to Crossbones, letting the rubble and dust hit him.

"Ah!!!" Crossbones screamed in agony, struggling desperately, but he couldn't break free of Logan's grip. "You fucking lunatic!"

"I am—I really am a madman—" Logan's voice was very weak, but the phantom images in front of him gradually gathered, with his wife, Hawkeye, X-Men comrades and his children surrounding him.

"But I want you dead!!!"

Logan's consciousness was already blurred, and the excruciating pain in his body almost made him lose consciousness, but he still pushed his potential to the limit once again, pressing his fist down with all his might. The steel claw completely pierced through Crossbone's heart, ending the villain's life.

The sound of slapping came from not far away.

Ah, it's my comrades, my wife and children—they—they're applauding themselves—

Logan laughed as he lay in a pool of blood, breathing heavily. His weak regenerative abilities were trying to mend his wounds, but in reality, it only added to his pain.

But Logan didn't care anymore; he just wanted to fall asleep and atone for the people he had wronged in his next life.

The smoke and dust from the explosion gradually dissipated, and the wasteland returned to silence. The wind blew again, stirring up sand and dust that covered the bloodstains, but could not conceal the ruthlessness and brutality of Twilight Wolf's revenge.

"That won't do, I haven't given you permission to die yet."

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