mtl008 Chapter 1400 Return of the Old Days (6)
Chapter 1400 Return of the Old Days (6)
Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Training Base, Brooklyn, New York, 1:00pm.
At the front of the empty lecture hall, a man wearing glasses put down his coffee cup, stretched out a hand and gestured, and the classroom fell silent.
"Okay, through these few lessons, you should understand that these slimy little guys are not the disgusting slime you imagined, they are mainly composed of symbiotic factors."
"You can think of them as a kind of dough, okay, I admit it still sounds a little disgusting, like a ball of mud."
"You are the mud! Apologize!!!"
Seeing the stunned look of their teacher, the students started to snicker again, because they knew that the lump of mud belonging to their teacher must be complaining in their hearts again.
How would they rate the last time they had seen him?Even the most gossipy student couldn't find a good adjective to describe the relationship between the two of them, and if I had to say it, it would probably be "resentful couple".
Eddie cleared his throat, ignored the roar of the venom in his heart, and began to tidy up the books on the table, but what he didn't expect was that the teacher for the next class came early, and Eddie looked at the book holding " Schiller from the textbook "Interstellar Sociology" walked into the classroom.
The students cheered for a while. It was obvious that Schiller was very popular, and what made them feel more secure was that this Dr. Schiller was also a partner of the symbiote, which made them feel confident about their future relationship with this group of sticky aliens. Astrobiosymbiosis is less objectionable.
Although none of the students have seen Schiller's symbiote, let alone the endless quarrel between Schiller and his symbiote like Eddie and Venom, they believe that the doctor must have a relationship with his symbiote. Thrilling story, just like Eddie told many times in class but can't finish his story with Venom.
"Good afternoon, Eddie, how was your lunch break?"
"Not bad, how about you? Doctor?"
"I'm fine too. Do you still have class this afternoon?"
"There is another class in the next class, what's the matter?"
"Going to the nursing home to talk tonight? I'm glad Venom made up with you. If you don't mind, I would like to update you two on the status of your relationship."
Eddie smiled and asked, "What's there to update about a hapless bastard and his scum?"
"I think your current state is more like 'Little Bie Sheng Newly Married'." Schiller folded his arms and looked at Eddie and said, "I think so very seriously, especially when I heard the cleaner complaining outside the door just now When someone finished seven buckets of chocolate balls at lunchtime... it's settled."
Eddie fled in despair.
But in the evening, he still came to the Arkham Sanatorium, and sat down again in the elevated reception area on the second floor, which was the same place where he received psychological counseling last time.
Schiller was writing a medical record on his lap and said without looking up: "I see that you like my diction during the day, but I can't be so blunt in my report to Nick. .”
"Oh, of course, don't write like that!" Eddie gripped his forehead and complained, "He's been high all afternoon, please, doctor, I have to go back to feed the dog today, I can't let him eat me dog!"
"Do you have a dog?" Schiller asked, looking up.
"Is it important?" Eddie replied in a daze, obviously Venom must be yelling in his head again.
"Having a pet is good for calming your mind. Considering that you carry a pet with you... Okay, okay, Venom, I didn't say you are a pet, so don't bother him."
Schiller reassured Venom, who was controlling Eddie's swaying left and right, and said, "Considering that you carry an intelligent life with you, I think this is a great concession for him. After all, you can't expect an alien newborn to understand. Why do humans need another animal with sharp teeth for company."
Venom suddenly quieted down, and Eddie murmured, "Okay, I know how lenient you are, but that's not my dog, and I didn't pick on that girl, we're neighbors, and I don't want to have sex with her." go to bed..."
After Eddie regained his senses, Schiller handed him the report in his hand and said, "You can see if there is any problem with writing like this."
"No, doesn't it mean that patients can't read their own psychiatric evaluation reports?"
"You're not a patient. Rather than letting you live in a mental hospital, Nick definitely hopes that you can go to work immediately. You understand him."
Eddie laughed heavily, nodded and said, "Okay, doctor, I believe you, just write it like this, as long as you don't use those words of 'little friends are better than newlyweds', don't let him get complacent gone."
"So, the official business is over." Schiller put the report aside and said, "I asked you here mainly to update your mental status evaluation report, so that I can give Nick a business, but there is also a little personal matter."
Schiller poured Eddie a glass of sparkling water. In fact, Venom likes to drink sparkling water, and Eddie is as addicted to Americano as any American reporter. Schiller feels that Venom is more tasteful in this respect.
Eddie picked up the glass, looked at Schiller and asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Mainly Venom, do you remember he had big dreams?"
"what?"
"Eat his Creator."
Eddie's eyes widened. He looked at Schiller and said, "You don't mean that?"
"Sorry, I am."
Schiller's tone became slightly colder, which made Eddie feel shuddering, and he tentatively asked cautiously, "Is something wrong with the gray mist?"
Schiller sighed and said: "Some time ago, a certain aspect of my spirit was sublimated, and the aftermath of the sublimation brought the fog into a new state of life."
Schiller was referring to the fact that Iron Man and Batman built bricks for his tower, and the fog also benefited at the time, and in the following days, Schiller discovered some changes in the fog.
"To put it simply, the symbiote gray mist that existed in my body before is still in the growth stage, but now he has ended his development period and has become a mature body..." Schiller explained to Eddie in the simplest language for a moment.
Eddie opened his mouth wide and said in surprise: "It was still a growing period before?! Oh my god, isn't he strong enough? There is nothing in this world that can hurt you. How can he be so strong?"
"Yes, as you said, Gray Mist has almost the perfect defense in this world, but don't you think it comes from his own characteristics, not his strength?"
Eddie frowned, thought for a while, nodded and judged objectively: "That's right, he makes you almost invulnerable because he is like a fog, who can hurt a cloud of fog? "
"But I really didn't see him use any attack methods. You know, the venom absorbed a wave of energy before. I don't know if that is the performance of his maturity, but since then he has a lot more attack methods. , not just biting with claws and fangs."
"He has many tentacles that can be extended almost infinitely, and they are very powerful. The tentacles can be turned into wings, so that we have the ability to fly, and we don't have to jump around on the ground. He can also make some symbiote factors short-term Leaving us to manipulate other people gives me a double."
"And the most obvious thing is that because he evolved by devouring the power of faith, he can use some spells that I don't know how to describe. In fact, the blue spirit can also, but the venom energy is more abundant, and the spells are more powerful."
Speaking of Eddie stretching out his hand, the black mucus spread from his forearm to his forearm, and then danced on his fingertips. During the radiance of energy jumping, a ball of light soon condensed into shape, Eddie smiled again, jokingly said : "I'm all pointing at it when I walk at night."
Afterwards, he looked at Schiller curiously and said, "The gray mist should have swallowed a lot of energy, but I have never seen you use large-scale magic. Is it because the gray fog is still young?"
"Actually, I don't want to call this process growth, it's more like 'awakening'." Schiller frowned and said, "External forces enhanced the wisdom of Gray Fog, which made him see through his own essence and remembered some things. About one's own origin."
Eddie's face became serious. He looked at Schiller and said, "Origin? Don't the symbiotes all have the same origin?"
"You mean Gnar, the god of symbiosis?" Schiller raised his eyebrows indifferently, nodded, then shook his head and said, "For a long time before, Gray Mist and I thought that he It is also the creation of Gnar, the god of symbiosis, but don't you think there are many doubts in it?"
"Gnar has created so many symbionts, they all look the same, including venom, do you think this ancient and chaotic creature will suddenly change to another aesthetic?"
"To be honest, I've wanted to say it a long time ago." Eddie took a sip of sparkling water, swallowed the spicy drink with some difficulty, and said: "Gray fog and all symbiotes are not in the same style. Space agents and I Both think that if you hadn't insisted that he was made by Gnar, we'd think Gnar stole it from somewhere."
"You also know that the cosmic agents are very old. Blue Spirit is even the first few generations of symbiotes. He knows Gnar better than any of us. They all think that he will not do this, and will not suddenly place hope on a special symbiote. Physicality gets him out of trouble, and to put it bluntly, he hates every God Tal because they are the ones responsible for his captivity."
Schiller sighed softly, and explained the whole story: "Just after the gray mist was awakened by improving his wisdom, he told me that in his only very vague memory of origin, Gnar did not create him, but' Condensed' him."
As a reporter, Eddie carefully read the difference between these two words, and tried to analyze: "You mean, the gray fog already existed, and Gnar used his own power to gather him together and become A creature that looks like a symbiote but isn't?"
"The gray mist is a symbiosis." Schiller's firm tone made Eddie a little confused again, and soon Schiller explained: "Or, Gnar reshaped the gray fog, using his way of creating symbiotes, He doesn't know any other way, so the gray mist must have a host."
"You mean he didn't need it?"
Schiller nodded and said: "Grey Fog had a predecessor that was scattered for some reason, and Gnar used his power to condense and reshape him, making him think he was a symbiote, at least in his infancy of."
"And now he has awakened, and has glimpsed part of the truth from his own memory, but we are still not sure where he came from, so I plan to ask Gnar first."
"The word 'ask' is not very accurate, right?" Eddie narrowed his eyes, and he felt the intense hunger and thirst coming from the venom in his body.
"Yes, just ask, eat first and then ask."
Not long after, two figures, one black and one gray, appeared in an empty and dark space. The black monster floated in the space, as if disappearing into the boundless darkness, while the gray mist was particularly conspicuous.
Schiller didn't say much at all, and the venom couldn't wait to pounce on the only star in the dark space. The endless violent factors in his body and the instinct of devouring made him eager to kill his creator. And fully integrated with him.
Gnar was already debilitated, and Schiller was sure that Stark and Batman couldn't have just put him here and done nothing, and what would happen if he fell into the hands of two genius Frankensteins, so it didn't take much mentioned.
Gnar's screams only lasted for a short moment, and Schiller didn't need his strength. The venom ate the part he could eat, but there was still more than half of it left. When the gray fog drifted past, Schiller asked him, "Does it hurt you to eat your creator?"
"He is not my creator, you are."
Soon, gray mist covered the planet. Schiller didn't know what Stark and Batman had done to Gnar, but he was completely powerless to resist. After the last trace of strength and memory were swallowed, he returned completely. The rules of cosmic chaos.
Gnar is not dead. This kind of existence that represents a part of the rules will not die completely. There is no place for him to stay in the dead country. He will only sleep. Maybe when the universe is destroyed and regenerated, he will still use the oldest The biological identity exists.
When the gray mist swallowed the last bit of memory fragments, at the top of the tower, he stood with Schiller, staring at the memory of Gnar projected above his head.
They saw that the black figure imprisoned in Klinta star looked at the starry sky in endless loneliness and dead silence, and heard the call of the stars.
He instinctively sensed the secrets deep in the stars, so he responded to the calls of the stars, stretched out his arms to them, and embraced the endless starry sky.
But the old days did not descend on him, he only felt a wisp of illusory mist drifting away from his fingertips, he caught this wisp of mist and condensed more mist.
At the same time, in the real world, endless gray mist surged from Schiller's body, and Venom had to stay away, because he could feel that some kind of terrifying and magnificent magnificence was coming.
The mist floating from Schiller's body was much more dense than before, and they formed an endless cloud of gray mist.
When the fog gradually dissipated, a bright starry sky appeared in front of Schiller - he heard the call of the stars.
It sounded like a baby's cry, loud and full of life, like the novelty and joy of the world that he could clearly understand after coming out of the cradle.
Schiller focused and fascinated staring at the starry sky, staring at a part of the stars, the most magnificent and mysterious part of it, he did not fall into darkness, nor did he go crazy, and those terrible ravings did not shake him at all.
Schiller slowly stretched out his hand, he responded to the call of the stars, and even wanted to touch them, but the stars did not respond.
Only a tentacle protruded from the thick gray mist and touched the gray ring on Schiller's finger.
Schiller and Gray Mist are in the contract, he and they face the truth of all this together, staring at the endless starry sky, Schiller called out his real name——
"The nameless fog..."
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(swearing)