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Chapter 196 A Song of Thunder and Fire (Thirteen)

In the distance, the sky was shrouded in a hazy rain, while the surrounding area was engulfed in a boundless sea of ​​fire, with flames shooting into the sky.

After experiencing this bizarre scene firsthand, Jason couldn't help but sigh.

Am I now in hell?

The red-skinned devil in front of him, with its sharp beak and fangs, saw only himself, as if Jason himself were a small cake that tasted especially delicious.

Jason couldn't help but wonder why he was always being targeted by these people.

The Bible tells of Lucifer facing a red-skinned devil who called himself Mephistopheles.

This is truly bizarre.

Could it be that just because he died once, he is inextricably linked to hell?

Is that correct?

He really needs to make fewer of those hellish jokes about himself from now on.

Otherwise, if he's constantly being watched by certain entities, where can he go to seek justice?

Lost in thought, the red-skinned devil opposite him spoke.

"What's your decision, son?"

The flames behind Morpheus burned even brighter, and the raging fire coalesced into a throne. He sat down comfortably, resting his cheek on his hand.

The young man's soul before him was like a delicious treat to him.

He wasn't the traditional old devil; he meant...

Mephisto has made these so-called soul contracts with far too many people.

These people sell their souls and come to hell, where they will accept eternal torment with a clear conscience, simply because they realize that their actions have saved others.

Honestly, soul contracts are too old-fashioned.

He needs to keep up with the times.

But this young man's soul is truly extraordinary.

It has the taste of heaven, but also a hint of hellish flavor; the two blend together...

hmm~

Slurp~

Mephisto licked his lips, then crossed his legs, his long nails playing with the bright red hair that fell across his cheek.

"I can sense your burning desire to do more, my child."

"Many times, we are unable to do more because of our own lack of ability."

"But today is different; you have the opportunity to do these things..."

,"alright."

Jason interrupted the guy's demonic whispers.

"The price is my soul, isn't it?"

Jason suddenly shrugged, and his mask immediately unfolded, revealing his true face with a somewhat helpless expression.

"I'm so sorry, my soul has already been reserved by someone else."

"Who can reserve your soul?" Mephisto thought the kid was exaggerating.

"Of course it's our Son of God—Lucifer, my darling!"

With a bang, a gray, red-eyed raven appeared out of nowhere next to Mephisto.

"It's you!?"

"Oz".

The two men reacted very differently to the sudden appearance of the crows.

Upon seeing this unlucky thing, Mephisto immediately covered his nose, looking disgusted.

Jason was slightly surprised, knowing that Oz, who had brought him and Peter to this universe, would never abandon them.

Does Oz's appearance at this moment mean that Logan has received his own salvation?

Jason thought to himself, then noticed that the red-skinned devil seemed to find the news unbelievable.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Mephisto waved his hand, pointed at Jason, and said sharply, "You don't have his mark on you at all!"

Oz muttered to himself, "Hey, he's not dead yet, you have to wait until he dies to see Xiaolu's mark!"

"Shut up! I get annoyed just looking at you!"

"Holy crap!?"

Oz was itching to teach this red-skinned rat a lesson.

But then an extremely loud roar came from the horizon.

boom!

The dazzling lightning ripped apart the dark clouds above, illuminating the entire night sky in an instant and turning the earth white.

The thunderclap in his ears almost jolted Jason's heart, as if someone had struck him hard in the heart with a hammer, making a loud thud.

Could it be...

Jason immediately pictured a familiar figure in his mind.

Then he looked at Oz, who seemed completely unsurprised by the sight, as if he knew it would happen.

Jason became even more certain of his suspicions.

really.

He knew that guy could lift that hammer!

Jason had no other emotions; he was simply happy that Peter had accomplished such a feat.

That's true, who else could lift it besides him?

After all, he had secretly tried to lift it himself, and naturally failed.

Although Jason had a rough idea of ​​why, he always believed that no one was more suitable than Peter to lift the hammer.

If Bruce were here, could he lift it up?

Jason thought with some curiosity, while also looking forward to the days to come.

The opportunity has arrived.

"What's with this inexplicable sense of resignation you've developed?!" Mephisto shouted suddenly, staring at Jason.

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Jason boldly rolled his eyes at him.

Whoever lifts Thor's hammer will gain the power of Thor.

Now that Peter has taken it up, it means that the trouble he will face afterward will be much less. Isn't that a good thing?

He wouldn't complain about why it wasn't him.

He has a clear understanding of himself.

Oz landed on his shoulder, his wings fumbling around on his rear, and pulled the Batmobile out of the hammer space.

"Let's go! Ignore him!"

"good!"

One person and one bird were about to get on the bus.

"Don't leave!"

Mephisto panicked and instantly appeared in front of the two of them.

Seeing this, Oz snapped angrily, "Don't force me to call him Morgan Freeman!"

Mephisto ignored the dead bird completely; in those few short seconds, he simply read through Jason's entire life story.

After reading about the other person's life experiences, Mephisto made up his mind: he was determined to have this kid!

"You've been an appendage to others your whole life, whether outside the walls or here..."

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When Oz heard this old geezer say such things, he was about to call for backup, but Jason waved him off.

Jason crossed his arms, puzzled. "What exactly do you want me to do?"

"Don't become Lucifer's henchman, become my Ghost Rider!" Mephisto's eyes burned with desire.

Oz roared, "Why didn't you become a lackey on the side streets, but instead became your lackey? That's NTR!"

Mephisto glared at it, then pointed a finger at Jason.

"I can grant you this power right now."

"But what's the price?"

Jason didn't believe there was such a thing as a free lunch.

Ghost Rider?

Should we make him like that bunch of good-for-nothings?

You must be joking!

"Those people only got a superficial understanding; you deserve better!"

Mephisto seemed to have heard his own thoughts, and even went out of his way to explain.

""

Jason asked helplessly, "So, what's the price?"

"Not a price to pay."

Mephisto's palm flickered with flames, and he stared intently at Jason, saying, "This is even a good thing for you."

"I will grant you power, and you can use that power to deal with the evil people living in the world and drag their sinful souls to my hell."

Jason felt that what the other party said was far more complicated than it sounded.

The devil's deals are always fraught with pitfalls.

After hearing Oz's next words, Jason became even more certain of his thoughts: there was definitely a trap!

Crow stared at the ball of flame for a while, then said, "That sounds nice, but why didn't you give my henchman the Eye of Judgment?"

"I'm a demon, what do you think I am, some kind of angel?!"

Mephisto took a few steps forward, holding the flames, and laughed, "After gaining power, if you take away any soul that shouldn't be judged..."

"Then you'll stay here forever and become my Ghost Rider forever."

"How is it?"

"You have lived your life with a deep hatred for evil and are determined to sweep away all the sins in the world. Who could be more suited to this power than you?"

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The other party's meaning was quite clear.

As long as he continues to indiscriminately kill innocent people, he will have to stay here forever.

This can be considered a test for someone like him.

"So, child, do you want to make this deal with me?"

'

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As the crow watched this scene, it couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

Little road.

Our little bird is going to be turned into a flaming puff by Mephisto.

Can you smell it?

That smells like NTR.

rub!

Logan stood up abruptly, his eyes scanning his surroundings.

After his gaze fell upon an endless expanse of grass, he frowned and glanced at his teammates sitting around him.

They looked puzzled, not understanding why Logan would suddenly do such a thing.

"What's wrong, Logan?"

Seeing this, Li Qianhuan couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

Logan continued to look around, wondering if the sudden clap of thunder he'd just heard was just his imagination...

"Didn't you hear me?" Logan asked.

But after he finished speaking, he noticed that his teammates who had died under his claws all had complex expressions on their faces.

Upon seeing their expressions, Logan panicked.

He instantly thought of that bloody night.

Perhaps at that time, they looked at him with that same expression.

Last time, he was in a hallucination and felt nothing, only after the hallucination ended did he feel as if struck by lightning.

But this time...

He remained conscious.

Logan quickly said, "Guys, I didn't... I mean... God..."

Before he could finish speaking, Logan covered his face with his hands, his expression one of extreme pain.

"I don't know how to explain this to you... but I really heard a clap of thunder, it wasn't a hallucination... I don't know if it was a hallucination... I'm just... sorry..."

Logan suddenly became incoherent; he didn't even know what he was saying.

He was provoked by the expressions on his teammates' faces.

He feared that he would hallucinate again and repeat the tragedy of the past.

"Logan?"

Li Qianhuan stood up, patted his muscular shoulder, and asked softly, "Are you alright? What happened?"

Logan countered, "Is all of this real? Are you all real? Or has it all been an illusion from beginning to end???"

"What?"

Logan gripped his hair tightly with both hands and shook his head incessantly.

"I can't tell the difference, I really can't!"

The thunder in my ears was absolutely real, as evidenced by my pounding heart.

But when he saw the complex expressions on his dead teammates' faces, he panicked.

"Relax, Logan, relax."

The girl's fingers gently stroked his cheek, and her soft words slowly entered his ears, gradually calming Logan's agitated heart.

"Haa..." Logan gasped for breath, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, looking rather disheveled.

"There will be no hallucinations here, believe me," Li Qianhuan said.

"But I really did hear a clap of thunder just now..." Logan replied.

""

The girl beside him suddenly fell silent.

After a while.

She said, "Maybe it's telling you that it's time for you to leave."

Upon hearing this, Logan quickly said, "No!"

"I should stay here with you! I shouldn't continue living! I should be like you!!!"

"Qianhuan, you and Oz are very close, aren't you!? Can you tell it that I don't want to leave, I want to stay here!"

His desperate pleas went unanswered by Li Qianhuan.

The girl and her group of dead teammates simply watched him silently.

"Logan," Li Qianhuan said, "we're already dead."

"Then I should die too!!!!!!!!!" Logan shouted.

After shouting those words, he seemed to lose all his strength, kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down his face, as powerless as a stray dog.

"I don't deserve to live at all, and I don't deserve your forgiveness at all."

"6

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Among them, the large creature, whose entire body was made of silver metal, gently nudged Cyclops beside him with its shoulder after hearing Logan's words.

"You need to scold him to wake him up."

"I'm afraid of getting punched by him... Let's leave it to Qianhuan, she knows better than us what to do."

"5

""

Li Qianhuan looked back at Colossus and Laser Eyes helplessly, her eyes seeming to say, "Can you two shut up?"

So the two of them immediately made a zipper-closing motion.

Li Qianhuan knelt down, cupped Logan's head in her hands, and said softly, "I told you, Logan, that time will come, but not now."

Logan tried to say something, but was abruptly interrupted by the girl's continued words.

"Go to battle, Logan, and fight alongside the heroes you meet."

Logan gave a wry smile: "Qianhuan, I really can't do it..."

"Is it that you can't do it, or that you don't want to do it?" Li Qianhuan asked.

Logan was speechless: "I...."

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"We are dead, while those damned wicked people are still alive."

Li Qianhuan said, "Let's fight them just for our sake."

"Nathaniel destroyed your spirit, twisted your will, but he could never change one fact." (Nathaniel Essex, Mr. Sinister's real name.)

"That is the fact that you were once a hero."

Logan noticed that his body was becoming increasingly blurred, and the girl opposite him noticed the same change.

She made a gesture.

The others surrounding them did the same thing.

Logan watched this scene, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, his fists clenched so tightly it was as if he wanted to crush his own hands.

"For us, for the X-Men."

"Show your claws again and fight!"

When faced with their request, Logan simply opened his mouth, his expression inscrutable.

Before he could even speak, his body began to fade away faster than he had imagined.

He vanished from the spot in an instant.

The surrounding scenes change.

He returned to reality.

The rain poured down, and raindrops the size of soybeans pelted him, determined to crush the lone wolf's body.

Logan couldn't tell if the rain or tears were on his face.

He simply looked down at his palms.

Li Qianhuan's words continued to echo in his ears, but at a certain moment, they were interrupted once again by a bolt of lightning.

Boom!!!

Logan looked up.

That's the direction of Hammerfall.

The location where I was standing had actually moved several miles out of the town.

The thunder lit up the night, illuminating his stubble-covered, rugged face until it appeared pale.

At the same time.

A booming sound reached my ears from afar.

The intense heat warmed his cold, silent body a little.

Logan turned his head to look.

A war chariot engulfed in flames stopped behind him.

The car door slowly opened.

A head flaming with flames and a gray raven were revealed.

The crow flapped its wings when it saw him.

"The ten-minute break between classes is over, huh? Time for some action!"

Logan remained silent.

Then the guy next to the gray raven, whose face was obscured for a moment by the flames emanating from his head.

But Logan recognized the kid by the familiar scent.

The young man honked the horn, leaned against the car, and said, "You look lost. Do you need a ride?"

"Wolverine".

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