The Savior of American Comics? I'm the Subspace Evil God!

Chapter 382, ​​Chapter 680, Chapter 681 Crisis Assessment
"She will dedicate herself to our great cause and return to the throne of the god Nar, bringing us devout blessings!!"

De Haar's high-pitched voice was filled with fanaticism, and even a seasoned police officer like Frank Cassel, who had seen it all, couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine when faced with this fanatical shoe cultist.

His brows furrowed, his gaze sweeping over the devout faces of the shoe worshippers around him, his heart filled with confusion and bewilderment.

In today's information-saturated and technologically advanced era, how can anyone still be misled by shoe cults and believe in them so deeply?

He wondered to himself, could these shoe cults really possess some kind of bewitching magic that could make these fanatical believers willingly sacrifice their precious lives without hesitation?
But he knew in his heart that the answer was undoubtedly no.

At that moment, Frank Cassel really wanted to yell at all the believers present: Damn it, a bunch of idiots!

But he could only bury his anger deep inside, while outwardly maintaining a facade of composure.

“Alright then… but if I wasn’t brought here for sacrifice, then what do you want me to do here?” Frank Cassel asked, frowning.

With that chilling smile on his face, Deehar replied unhurriedly, "Sheriff Frank, actually, since the very beginning of our [Dark Church], we have always welcomed individuals of social value like yourself to join us. If you would like to join us..."

Her voice was very soft, yet it carried a seductive quality, as if she were weaving an invisible spider web from which one could not escape.

"Stop, stop right there!"

Before the other person could finish speaking, Frank Cassel abruptly interrupted, his face showing a mixture of anger and wariness, and said loudly:
"There are still some things I don't understand. You guys didn't just use Misty to lure me in, did you?"

"But what if it had been other officers instead of me who went to the town? Wouldn't your plan have fallen through?"

As he spoke, he quickly sorted through the clues in his mind, "Or... whoever went there that day, they would eventually be caught and brought back here by you?"

After saying that, Frank Cassel stared intently at Dijhar, trying to discern the real answer from the other man's expression.

"Hehehe..." Deehar giggled. "I didn't expect Sheriff Frank to be so clever. You guessed right, the principle of our [Dark Church] is to embrace all rivers, so no matter who the police officers who went to rescue Misty were, they would all end up here."

She tilted her head slightly, a sly glint in her eyes. "However, compared to other mediocre officers, I still prefer a brave and resourceful officer like Chief Frank."

"So, how about joining us and worshipping the great god Nar together?"

No, with such a rudimentary initiation ceremony, do you really think anyone would voluntarily agree to join?

Frank Cassel felt a wave of disgust. He glanced at the empty altar in the center of the hall, where a faint smell of blood seemed to linger, making him want to vomit.

He said with a look of disgust, "You don't actually think that I'll willingly join you just because you let me watch a sacrificial ceremony, do you?"
"Stop dreaming. My profession and values ​​absolutely forbid me from doing something so brainless and stupid... so you'd better give up on me as soon as possible!"

"Honestly, I'd much rather stay in that dark cell in the basement than join your shoe cult. At least there I don't have to face your disgusting ugly face!"

"Honestly, I'd much rather stay in that dark cell in the basement than join your shoe cult. At least there I don't have to face your disgusting ugly face!"

Frank Cassel's voice was firm, without the slightest hesitation or doubt.

Seeing that Frank Cassel's attitude was unyielding, Dihar's face instantly darkened, and a fierce anger flashed in her originally charming eyes, clearly showing her displeasure.

The fact that the other party dared to say she was ugly fueled her anger.

You greasy, middle-aged, white man from the Shrimp Head Puxin family, don't you even look in the mirror and see what kind of person you are?
My beauty has been personally praised by Lord Void Knight!

Bah, what an ungrateful bumpkin!
Dihar, who was extremely displeased, swallowed back the long speech she had prepared to persuade Dihar to surrender.

However, in the end, she was still somewhat unwilling to give up and coldly reminded him:
“Sheriff Frank, you have just rejected the only way out… You must know that [the gods are coming], and in the future world, only the followers of the god Nar will be spared!”

"And the believers in this church right now are almost all ambitious people from all walks of life. They have enormous resources and wealth in their hands, and can easily help you realize wishes that were originally impossible!"

Death, money, power... even sex!
Frank Cassel suddenly realized how these shoe cultists won people's hearts.

They first create a life-or-death crisis for you, and then offer you an extremely attractive 'surrender' option. Given such an extreme contrast, most people with weak wills would choose to compromise and join the 'Dark Church'.

But the more Frank Castle understood this, the more disgusted and resistant he became. He immediately shook his head without hesitation and refused, saying, "Sorry, I am not interested in your god Nar."

“Miss Dehar, if you don’t mind, please send someone to take me back to the prison now…” Frank Cassel straightened his back and said without fear, “I want to enjoy some peace and quiet before you execute me!”

"That's such a pity."

Seeing this, Dihar stopped insisting. He then slightly raised his chin, nodded to Misty Nete who had been standing silently behind him, and gave the order:

"Misty, take Sheriff Frank back first."

"How to deal with him next will have to wait until Lord Void Knight arrives... But don't blame me for not warning you, Sheriff Frank, by then, you really won't have a choice!"

Void Knight?
Frank Cassel silently memorized the name.

It seems that this Dihar is just a small fry leader. The real mastermind behind it all must be that so-called "Void Knight," right?
But who is he/she really?
Then, shoved by Misty Knight, Frank Cassel walked back the way he had been held in the basement.

But when he reached a corridor, he suddenly kicked Misty Knight, who was following behind him, and she was caught off guard and stumbled and almost fell.

Frank Cassel then charged forward a few steps, reached the rectangular steel grating on the ground, grabbed it with both hands, and jumped down without thinking.

This was the only way he could possibly escape, which he had carefully observed on his way here!
Although he had no idea whether the secret passage led to the sewers or somewhere else, for Frank Caesar at this moment, as long as he could get out of there, that was enough!
"Roar--"

Realizing what was happening too late, Misty Knight let out a roar, and then the pitch-black [symbiote] instantly enveloped her entire body like a surging black tide, her body began to swell, and her muscles bulged.

However, because her size instantly swelled to about three meters, she couldn't squeeze into the underground passage as smoothly as Frank Cassel. "What's going on?"

Upon hearing the roar, Dihar rushed over.

She looked at the steel grille that had been torn off the ground, her face instantly darkening. She asked in a cold voice, "Where is he? Where is Frank Cassel?"

Misty Knight pointed towards the sewers, her voice trembling as she explained, "Lord Dehal, he's probably already gone down this passage into the drainage system below!"

"Useless trash, you good-for-nothing!"

Dehalton flew into a rage, and a jet-black [symbiote] instantly enveloped his entire body, transforming his originally slender figure into a burly and robust one, resembling a demon from the abyss of darkness.

She grabbed Misty Knight and pulled her in front of her, scolding her mercilessly, "The Void Knight is about to arrive, and you've caused me such a mess at a time like this..."

"I don't care, letting him escape is entirely your responsibility. If you don't want to be punished, you'd better recapture him before Lord Void Knight arrives and atone for your sins!"

"Yes." Misty Knight scrambled to her feet, her voice trembling as she pleaded, "Please forgive me, Lord Dehal, I promise I will bring him back!"

……

It is located about twenty meters underground from the church.

Frank Cassel climbed relentlessly along a narrow, concrete drainpipe that was barely wide enough for one person to crawl through and filled with a pungent, foul odor.

His body rubbed against the rough pipe walls, each step forward was extremely difficult, but the desire to survive drove him to keep climbing.

Soon, he successfully arrived at a very wide main drainage channel.

The spaciousness of the main drainage channel far exceeded his expectations; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as a tunnel.

Its overall height is about 5 meters. In the middle is the main drainage channel, which is about 5 meters wide, while on both sides are access roads, each about 1 meter wide, for maintenance personnel to pass through.

The walls on both sides are also covered with many pipes of different thicknesses and for different purposes, including the lines that supply power to the underground lighting equipment.

Since it was not the rainy season, there was not much water flowing in the main drainage channel. Only a little less than 20 or 30 centimeters of murky sewage flowed slowly, with various kinds of garbage floating on the surface, emitting a foul stench.

"Phew, looks like I made the right bet!"

Frank Cassel clutched his left arm, which he had just injured during the fall, and the pain from the wound made him wince.

He staggered forward along the drain, though he had no idea which way he was going.

However, in any city's underground sewer system, there should be a steel ladder leading to the surface at regular intervals.

They either connect to the sewers set up on both sides of the road, or to the round sewage manhole covers that fill the streets and alleys!

If he's lucky enough to escape, then Frank Cassel will be able to make a successful escape!
However, he hadn't gone far when he saw many scratch marks on the walls on both sides of the passage, like those left by the claws of wild beasts!
The scratches were deeply embedded in the wall, looking quite gruesome.

"Could there be symbiotic monsters here as well?"

Frank Caesar's heart skipped a beat upon seeing this. He cautiously slowed his pace and moved forward carefully. But before he had gone far, he saw more than ten headless corpses with gruesome deaths behind a corner.

These corpses had clearly been piled up here for some time. Their grayish-white bodies, inflated like balloons, were crawling with nauseating maggots and emitted a strong stench similar to that of rotting flesh and animal entrails.

The smell was so strong it was almost suffocating.

Even so, Frank Cassel endured the pungent stench, covering his mouth and nose with his hands and clothes, and slowly walked forward, beginning to search the pockets of the corpses, hoping to find a cell phone with power.

The emperor pays off!
When he turned over the fifth corpse, Frank Cassel finally found a phone with one bar of battery left, and it wasn't even locked.

A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. "Merciful God, I am your most faithful believer..."

"I know that for a long time in the past, I have neglected to communicate with you due to work, but even so, I am still your most loyal believer, and please believe that!"

"I've never made any requests of you regarding my work or life, but this time... right now, I want to ask you for something..."

Frank Cassel typed a number into his phone with trembling fingers, then, while holding the phone high, prayed fervently:
"Please give me some signal so I can escape from this hellhole!!"

……

Meanwhile on the other side.

【Osborne Building】.

In a laboratory, Peter Parker, who was working with Harry Osborn to build a signal transmitter, immediately asked Gwen, who was holding a cell phone, after seeing her walk in from outside:

"Gwen, what did the Subspace Corporation say? Are they... willing to help us with this operation?"

"I don't know either..."

Gwen frowned, shrugging helplessly. "The [Subspace Group] didn't directly agree to our request. They just asked for our coordinates, saying they would send a specialist to assess the risk level of this crisis before deciding whether to provide assistance?"

(End of this chapter)