The League of Assassins, in a room that only Sloan could enter.
Mike stood quietly, looking at the loom in front of him that was pulling the silk threads and constantly running, with some curiosity in his eyes.
Destiny Loom.
He went to the front, looking at the cloth spun by a yarn, and carefully surveyed.
The crossed and crisscrossed threads really resembled a person’s destiny.
On the way to the weaving yard, after a discussion, Fox and Wesley went to Sloan to determine the fate wanted, while Cross was brought to this room by Mike.
Looking at Mike’s back, Cross had a very complicated heart.
Surprise, admiration and jealousy, as well as a trace of resentment.
He only watched as Mike took out two cards and then they got the invisibility ability and then strutted through the textile factory full of assassins to the Destiny Loom.
This room was usually empty, and Sloan was the only one who could come in, and after performing a cryptic translation, he gave the Destiny circular to the assassin to execute.
Cross looked at the loom, his eyes gently wavering.
He, like the firefox, believed in the fate loom, or rather, they had to believe.
Not to believe, it means that what they used to believe in, what they pursued, all became a joke.
They were just killers, not assassins of destiny at all.
So, he was going to finish Sloan.
Sloan had fooled him and tarnished his faith.
Cross eyes became firm and suddenly said, “Mr. Kent, do you believe in destiny now?”
Mike turned back and smiled, saying, “Believe in destiny? Isn’t this thing used to change?”
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Destiny is not for faith, but for change.
“But destiny is destined by heaven, no matter how hard we work, we can’t escape the control of destiny.”
Mike raised an eyebrow and said, “If you say death, it is indeed the destiny of every person, but how to die depends on your choice.”
“But how do you know that the choice you made was not driven by fate?”
Mike laughed and said, “Is my choice driven by fate, are these important?”
The cross was stunned and nodded.
Important, very important to him!
Because he had been receiving guidance from ‘fate’ for so many years, killing people who ‘should be killed’, it was the guidance of fate that made him no longer confused.
If these are not the guidance of fate, what he has done for so many years……
Mike pinched his chin, looked at the cross and shrugged: “Okay, then you still believe in your destiny on the line.”
Belief in such things, you first have to believe in order to exist, if not, also rely on a fart ah.
Cross couldn’t help but said: “But if you don’t believe, why did you join the League of Assassins in the first place?”
Mike recalled, showing a smile, but did not answer.
The reason was complicated.
Because he came across and was curious to change his life, because he was stirred into an operation of the League of Assassins, because he got the talent of assassin from the system……
The cross fell silent while Mike smiled and turned his head, looked at the loom, turned on his super vision, and his eyes stared when he saw the loom shuttle.
That was…… a finger!
He was so shocked that he grabbed the weaving shuttle that kept shuttling and took it out of it.
Looking at this scene, the cross was a little puzzled.
But Mike ripped open the layer of iron skin of the weaving shuttle, revealing the wooden weaving shuttle carved with a pattern inside, force a squeeze, the wooden weaving shuttle should shatter, a magic array then dissipated.
Mike frowned, then in the cross shocked gaze, from the debris took out a …… finger?
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“What is this ……?”
Cross muttered, feeling his perception was breaking down.
And the moment Mike got the finger, but felt a powerful spiritual energy began to invade his mind.
Mike’s face changed slightly, and stood expressionless as the card dots of light in his hand dissipated.
Instead, a blurry black shadow appeared in his mind.
“Haha!”
Feeling Mike’s powerful body, the black shadow laughed freely.
This body was hers now!
“What are you?”
In the darkness, Mike’s voice rang out.
“I am destiny!”
“Fate your ass!”
Mike couldn’t help but curse.
The figure stiffened, and then said angrily, “I am the god who can see fate!”
See fate?
Mike mused and said, “That finger belongs to you? Why are you in that finger?”
“What does it matter to you if I …… Your body will be mine soon!”
It does not seem to be stupid.
Originally, he had thought that the other party was locked in the weaving shuttle for who knows how long, and would be filled with the desire to tell and show off when he was about to get a new body.
“Sorry to disappoint you.”
Mike said faintly, and the mind that had been filled with darkness unexpectedly lit up, and then the figure froze, a look of horror flashing in her eyes.
She was actually locked in a cage, and in front of her was the giant-like Mike.
When? When did this cage appear?
She looked at the giant-like Mike in front of her with fear.
The psychic field.
When Mike saw that finger, he had already taken out a card named Professor X, and when the opponent invaded his mind, the card had been activated.
After that, it was not the other party that entered his mind, but he pulled the other party in, and then unknowingly, put the other party into the mind prison.
“No!”
The voice screamed miserably.
Mike’s mind moved, and the terrifying power of his mind directly invaded the other party, checking up on his memories.
This is a mutant who has awakened the ability to foresee the future.
She was originally just a weaver, but after she awakened this ability, she called herself an apostle of destiny, and used the future she saw to guide the weavers in the textile factory to avoid evil.
And as time passed, she became the faith of the people, a beacon of direction in the eyes of the people.
After that, in a precognition, she foresaw that a person would kill her in the future.
So, frightened, she asked the weavers who believed in fate to kill that person in advance, and called it fate’s guidance, it was fate that made that person die, and the reason was that that person would bring about the killing at some point in the future.
The weavers who believed in her did not doubt this, and the League of Assassins was formed.
From that day on, the League of Assassins had a mission, that is, under her guidance, will be foreseen, in the future will hurt others to kill, to avoid the future appear killings.
Finally, one day, the League of Assassins killed someone who should not be killed, and was approached by an enemy to kill her.
But the League of Assassins needed the guidance of fate, so they used a magical ritual to attach her soul to one of her fingers to make a weaving shuttle to continue the so-called guidance of fate until now.