My Marvel Superman Girlfriend.

Clang clang.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of black chains ringing in the air.

Death retracted the black chains, which twisted and transformed into a small parasol, which she held gracefully and lightly in her hand.

Death didn't even glance at Xinian. He turned around, opened the small parasol, and disappeared into the night with a few steps.

Everything happened so suddenly and quickly that even Xinian had no chance to react.

*Thud*

Until the gothic woman, pierced by black chains, collapsed limply against his chest.

"Why did this happen..."

Even with absolute rationality and emotional control, hope Nian felt a moment of panic and tightly hugged the Death Sister in his arms.

I don't know if it's just my imagination.

Xinian felt that the body of the deceased sister in his arms was very light, like a feather.

No blood flowed out; only the fluffy interior of the torn teddy bear slipped between the two pieces like snowflakes.

"Please, please, don't die."

hope Nian kept muttering to himself, instinctively reaching for the slender back of the Death Sister, but he didn't touch anything; his hand passed right through the Gothic woman's body.

hope Nian was stunned.

The body pierced by black chains began to transform and dissipate into wisps of black mist under the fourth permanent ability, the Eye of Death—a rule concept called death.

"Don't worry, I won't die..."

The Death Sister said softly, her voice slightly weak, "If death means the end of all things, then I am as eternal as this multiverse. Even if the multiverse is destroyed, I will not end."

The current existence of women in human form is merely a manifestation of the concept of the rules of death; they can become anything they want.

"Yes, after all, it's you."

hope Nian forced a laugh, but hugged the Gothic woman's back and lower abdomen even tighter, her body already struggling to maintain its shape.

"What exactly happened just now? Please tell me."

Xinian looked down at her sister's pale, sketch-like face.

"Can I not tell you?" Death Sister hummed softly, pouting her dark red lips.

"No! I need to know!" hope Nian replied in a deep voice.

"Ok."

The gothic woman turned her face away and said weakly in a low voice, "Death has no feelings, and it certainly doesn't love anyone."

"Once death falls in love with someone, it will automatically give birth to a second original personality, the id, which will format the problematic existence."

Do you understand what I mean?

A hint of shyness and relief appeared on the Gothic woman's pale face.

"I don't understand, I don't understand!"

hope Nian's body trembled slightly, finding it hard to believe.

"Xinian, I've fallen in love with you, it's that simple..."

The gothic woman's lips curled into a slight smile as she leaned her head against the young man's arm: "I didn't really want to say it. Because, as a woman... I get shy about confessing my feelings."

"Sister, is there any way to save you? Tell me!"

Xinian held the Gothic woman's body tightly, but the delicate body in his arms was already mostly shrouded in the ethereal mist of death.

"Didn't I say? I won't die, so naturally I don't need treatment."

The Death Sister smiled faintly and said, "Don't you understand? The real me just left Earth. What's lying in your arms now is just a death afterimage I left behind a minute ago."

hope Nian fell silent, then gritted his teeth and asked, "I'm willing to pay a price, can you turn back into the person you used to be? Even if I can never see you again."

"I'm sorry, I can't do that."

The Death Sister smiled: "Do you remember our last encounter? Actually, I already realized then that I might have fallen in love with you, so I wanted to leave this universe forever after seeing you one last time."

“I shouldn’t have tried to stop you.” hope Nian’s body trembled. He recalled the last time he met Death Sister in Gotham. At that time, she gave him the illusion that she had come to see him one last time.

"Even without your persuasion, I couldn't have refused to come see you."

The musical notes drawn on the gothic woman's right eyeliner seemed to leap with joy: "Because I have fallen in love with you, no matter where I go, even if I leave this world, I will miss you and want to pay any price to see you again and again."

Because I fell in love with you, there is no solution.

"Promise me you'll see me again someday."

Xinian could no longer feel any weight in his hands. The body in his arms had transformed into a semi-transparent female phantom, about to completely dissipate into black death mist at any moment.

"Xinian, little brother, you must remember this."

The gothic woman gently stroked Xinian's face with her half-open left hand and whispered, "You are the first person favored by death, and also the last."

She suddenly chuckled and said, "You really haven't improved at all as an intern assistant. You've been carrying a lot of problems and difficulties for the past few years, but you haven't mentioned them once today while you're with me."

"I remember. The Lord of Death is actually the embodiment of life."

After saying that sentence.

In Xinian's arms, the phantom of the gothic woman began to merge into the black, deathly mist within the air.

"If I could, I would love to see you one more time..."

The Gothic woman stopped abruptly before she could finish speaking.

But then hope Nian suddenly lowered his head, and their previously interrupted kiss finally came together again.

hope Nian couldn't feel a single touch on his lips, but he felt that this was truly the most beautiful and precious thing he had experienced that day.

"Sister, you must remember this too."

hope Nian and the phantom of the gothic woman locked eyes at a single point. He took a deep breath and said firmly:

"No matter how much time has passed, no matter where you are, I will definitely find you."

"I will make you fall in love with me again. Unless death comes, our fate will not be severed!"

Chapter 491, The Lord of Death is the Incarnation of Life

Washington Park, in front of the central fountain.

The music and water spray from the park fountain stopped.

A black-haired young man in a suit and tie knelt on one knee in the snow. His hands were still in a clasping position, but there was no one in his arms. Only black mist of death rules emanated from him.

The light snow continued to fall silently, landing on his hair and shoulders.

hum! !

The black ring on Xinian's right hand suddenly emitted a powerful black light, like a mass of night trying to engulf him.

Followed by.

The other ring on Xinian's middle finger emitted a bright purple light, like a small purple lamp, dispelling and suppressing the extreme blackness of the black ring.

The lights in Washington Park suddenly flickered for a moment, and then went out completely.

The moon above Washington, D.C., was also obscured by dark clouds.

Suddenly, the once utterly silent park was plunged into eerie darkness.

The purple light ring that Xinian was wearing was the only remaining source of light in the park.

Tap tap.

Two figures appeared before hope in the darkness.

One of the figures was a towering, skull-faced mummy with a ghostly blue light in its eyes. It held a massive scythe in its hand and its body emanated an aura of utter darkness that devoured life force and light.

The other figure was a mature woman draped in a black veil, her sexy and perfect body exposed. Her face was shrouded in a black mist, but one could vaguely see that it was a bewitching and stunningly beautiful face.

"I knew it. How could that person possibly be with a human from Earth in this world?" The woman in black veil chuckled, but then visibly relaxed.

If you really try to take it from the other party, you naturally won't be able to win.

"Why do you look so weak? What happened to your posture from last time? Aren't you going to show it again?"

The sunken, eerie blue eyes stared at the youth. The skeletal, desiccated face was cold and indifferent as it slowly raised the massive scythe weapon in its hand.

It can still feel the pain of its body being scorched by the purplish-red flames, and the shame it feels!

……

The New York Temple, first floor.

Doctor Strange, Stephen Strange, is sitting cross-legged above a large cauldron with his eyes closed.

Sudden.

The New York Temple trembled slightly, and a crack appeared on the surface of the cauldron!

Doctor Strange suddenly opened his eyes, his face deathly pale and covered in cold sweat: "Oh no!"

The former Justice League headquarters, with a main hall resembling a church.

Batman, Superman, Supergirl, The Flash, Cyborg, Martian Manhunter, Garrosh, and Zatanna.

A group of superheroes are having a long-awaited gathering, which is also a council meeting to discuss the appearance of various lamp rings.

At this time.

Zatanna's expression suddenly changed. She stood up from her chair and looked in the direction of Washington.

Avengers Headquarters, Studio.

Captain Marvel, having eliminated the energy pollution from the Twin Stars on her body, is shaking hands for the first time with a portly version of Thor who has put down Stormbreaker.

Tony Stark was modifying his Iron Man armor.

At this moment, both of them realized something and looked out into the vast night with great solemnity.

Stacy's home in Washington, D.C.