Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

What did he want to confirm? The emperor didn't know. Even if He Shenyan was not as powerful as he is now, he would rarely use his mind-reading ability.

But he could roughly guess some.

On the other side, Frank's killing continues, and it looks like it will continue for a long, long time - for no other reason than there are too many angels in heaven.

There were so many corpses piled up on the ground, and so many screaming human souls in the flowing golden liquid that they could build a high wall. But there were still a steady stream of angels coming, and as the killing progressed, Frank felt in his heart

A certain part of me is gradually waking up.

It's like waking up from sleep.

He may be very comfortable, but the angels don't think so. To them, this human who suddenly popped up is simply some kind of natural law that cannot be violated. As long as it touches a little bit of the scarlet flame, it will be burned in an instant.

They were completely exhausted. The magic they were born with had no effect on this. What frightened them even more was that the souls of the angels would also be burned to ashes.

Nothing can be left behind. The nobility and beauty they are proud of are useless in front of this human being. It is not that no angels have thought about escaping. But the entire heaven has been surrounded by flames, they are like being surrounded by lions.

The prey can only slowly wait for its own death.

"Have you found out who he is?!"

Somewhere in heaven, an archangel with six wings on his back is asking another angel with two pairs of blue wings.

"Seraphim, calm down, your anger is of no use to the predicament before us." The angels with blue wings didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, even if they were infected by the scarlet flames and would die instantly.

"Calm down?! Heaven is almost gone! How can you tell me to calm down! I am not an emotionless multi-eyed angel like you, cherubim!"

The archangel known as the seraphim had no intention of listening to the advice. The anxiety and anger on its face did not diminish at all. On the contrary, because of the cherubim's words, its expression became more ferocious.

But this still does not detract from its beauty, but in appearance, it seems to be genderless. The face has both the heroism of a man and the softness of a woman, just right mixed together. It is covered with a thin white robe, and its arms are

Slender and slender.

The cherubim, known as the multi-eyed angel, are far less beautiful than the seraphim. With their eyes closed, they look like just an old man. The two pairs of blue wings are also particularly special, and other angels have

It has pure white wings, only its wings are blue.

"No matter how angry you are, you can't get this Frank Custer back to where he should be." Confusion appeared on the Cherub's face for the first time. It murmured to itself: "Something's wrong.

According to our treaty with hell, he should go directly to hell."

"You mean there's something going on in hell?"

"This possibility cannot be ruled out...but the most important thing we should do now is-"

It couldn't finish what it said, and the unspoken guesses were drowned in its mouth. A hand penetrated its head, and then scarlet flames ignited.

It spread from the fingertips of that hand to the entire body of the cherubim, burning it up in an instant. Even its soul that was trying to escape was caught by the owner of this hand and torn into pieces alive.

Got fragments.

The seraphim stood there blankly, looking stunned.

Frank stared at its standing body, suddenly turned his head and raised his right hand. A violent flame burst out from his palm, and from the seemingly empty open space, the scream of the Seraphim came:

"Stop! Frank Custer! I can let you see your family! Stop!"

The flames subsided.

Family, these two words seemed to touch a certain switch in Frank's heart. His eyes, which were originally dead silent and lacked any emotion, actually showed some emotion at this moment, but he still looked like a robot.

He walked to the open space, reached out and grabbed the soul of the Seraph, half of whose body had disappeared without a trace, and was caught in his hand.

Frank opened his mouth and asked mechanically: "My family?"

Seraphim endured the pain, not daring to negotiate conditions or reservations at this time. She just wanted to quickly stabilize this killer: "Yes! Your family! Your wife Maria Castor, yours

Daughter Lisa Custer! They are both alive and well in heaven!"

"You're lying." Frank said expressionlessly, and then he squeezed his right hand suddenly, and the flames spurted out again, burning half of the Seraphim's head again in just one second. However, even here,

For the sake of it, its soul and body are still strong and alive.

"I didn't! I didn't lie!"

The melodious voice of the Seraphim no longer sounds like things like 'beauty' or 'rhythm'. The screams full of pain and fear don't sound much like the human souls it threw into the soul furnace.

Difference. Or is this the case for any living creature when facing death?

"No, you do." Frank repeated without mercy.

Seeing that the flames were about to erupt again, the seraphim couldn't bear it any longer. Every word it said sounded like nails scratching on a blackboard: "What are you waiting for?! Damn it! Do it!"

"

As soon as its voice fell, a devastating black light strike flooded Frank's body. An ordinary-looking angel floated in the air, holding a black gem in its hand, which was emitting curls of green smoke.

.

It slowly fell to the ground, as if it was complaining or showing off: "It's all your fault, Seraphim. It took us three thousand years to destroy the human sins that this guy who came out of nowhere has collected!"

With only half of its head and half of its body left, the Seraphim was lying on the ground. While it struggled to move its soul body towards its own body, it said loudly: "It's worth it! All of this is -"

"No! It's not worth it! We've lost money!" The angel who looked like an ordinary person shouted loudly. At this time, it didn't look like an angel, but like a businessman who cared about everything. "That's three thousand years.

share! Three thousand years! Oh my God, we have to start over again!”

"enough!"

The seraphim finally crawled to his body, and its soul body gradually merged into it in a burst of illusory fluctuations. Now, the seraphim was the Seraph again. It shouted unbearably: "Damn it, can you stop?

Read it! Is he really dead?"

The angel shrugged, pointed to the ground shrouded in black light, and said, "Would you like to go in and see for yourself?"

"...No, let's forget it." Seraphim shook his head and rejected the proposal.

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The Emperor frowned, looking very impatient. Perhaps only when facing a mage would he show such a human expression.

"Human sins?" He read these words, and his expression gradually became angry. "Even if they are really guilty, what does it have to do with them?! A bunch of damn parasites!"

"I agree, these guys are indeed parasites." He Shenyan squinted, looked at the screen in the light screen, and nodded.

After a while, the Emperor, still looking angry, asked: "Tell me, Mage. Of all the worlds you have experienced, how many of them have been lies spread by these creatures with their mouths full of lies and abscesses?

How many worlds have been poisoned by their hypocrisy?”

"Well, I haven't actually experienced too many worlds. However, as far as I can see, their hands are not stretched too far yet." The mage shrugged. "There are more than just their forces in the endless star sea, and they don't have any.

The method expands without scruples, and, as far as I know, humans are not the only ones who have been poisoned."

"Um?"

"There are many worlds, too many to imagine. Let me think about it..." The mage thought for a while before replying: "Have I ever mentioned to you that I joined an organization called the White Tower Council?

?The members there are all cross-border mages. As the name suggests, they are mages like me who can travel around the world at will."

"The races are all different, and there are not many members. The management is very loose. The White Tower Council actually has only one purpose, which is to provide protection for any mages who can cross borders on their own. Let me tell you, compared to an organization, that place is

It’s more like a fan association.”

Valley Turtle

"But, you know the mage very well." When he said this, he smiled without any awareness that he was also a mage.

"Collection addiction, greed and arrogance for knowledge... Well, to make a long story short, there is an intranet in the White Tower Council, and there is a library section in that thing. I read a lot of interesting things there.

.If you want to know, we can talk about it next time. As for now...Frank's assessment is coming to an end."

indeed so.

Frank Custer found himself in a hazy curtain at this time. Everything he could see was shrouded behind the curtain, and a depressing atmosphere began to spread.

He clearly remembered what he had done. After he held the mage's hand, a heartbreaking pain spread throughout his body in the blink of an eye. But after that, he didn't know much.

. I just remember that I am killing someone... No, am I killing someone?

He thought for a while, and his expression became a little strange: I am probably crazy, why do I feel like I am killing angels?

But whether a person is crazy or not, he cannot make a judgment. The person who can make a judgment is either a psychiatrist or a psychiatric doctor. And no matter what kind of doctor, it is obvious that he cannot find the current Frank Castle

, give him a mental state assessment. He could only move forward tentatively, and he broke through the curtain very easily.

However, what he saw next made him wish he had never taken that step.

The first thing he saw was murder.

Wife kills husband, husband kills wife. Children kill parents, parents kill children. A stranger kills another stranger, for money, for desire, for something unspeakable.

Then came war.

Starting from the first primitive man, who killed another primitive man with a stone in his hand. Then to sword against sword, musket against musket. World War I, World War II. Various localities around the world.

War, Frank even saw a war he fought in person when he joined the army. It was also an experience that gave him the idea of ​​retiring.

What follows is all kinds of unspeakable crimes.

How to describe what they did? Anti-humanity? No, even bugs would not do that to their own kind. Bugs would kill and eat their own kind, but what they did was just to

Just stay alive.

However, only humans will kill their own kind out of pure curiosity. Only humans will skin their own kind for fun, and compete to show off how many people they can kill.

Frank's hands were trembling slightly, and he didn't know how to react to these horrific scenes.

Although he has killed many inhumane bastards and boasts that he has seen the darkness of human nature. But in the face of this seemingly endless sin, the ones he has seen are nothing more than small witches.

"Is this what you call a test?"

The emperor's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. He looked at the picture in the light curtain and calmly shook his head: "Just these things?"

"Don't rely on him with your perspective, His Majesty the Emperor." He Shenyan smiled. "For Frank Custer, these things are the most poisonous poison in the world. What he will do next

Things will determine whether he can still exist as a member of the human race."

"Having come to this point, would you mind telling me what your test is?"

"It's actually very simple." He Shenyan stopped being the Riddler. "The Punisher was the product of Frank Custer after he witnessed the murder of his wife and children. He was a madman, no doubt. But at the same time, he

He is a bottom-line lunatic."

"He only kills guilty people - generally speaking, guilty people, petty thieves, he only inflicts small punishments. This is good, isn't it? But his methods are so cruel that it is unbelievable. Of course, I

I personally support what he is doing." The Master said leisurely.

"After I... gave him this power, his true self was temporarily suppressed. And his subconscious still had no urge to kill innocent people. This is good. This proves that he is not capable of killing innocent people.

Being easily blinded by killing also proves that he is not actually a madman addicted to killing."

"But, this is far from enough." The mage stared at the emperor and said: "You and I both know exactly what kind of existence the four gods of chaos are. There is no shortage of people with more determined wills than him who are trapped by them and their minions.

Seduced, corrupted.”

"So, I spent a few minutes investigating the paradise of this world and found something quite interesting. If he can survive this test and not be overwhelmed by the sins, then he will have passed successfully."

The mage spoke very lightly, but the emperor's expression did not relax at all. He knew very well what kind of dangerous thing He Shenyan was doing. For example, he threw a naked baby into a huge amount of nuclear radiation.

Under this condition, we hope that the baby will survive the nuclear radiation naturally and grow up to be a healthy adult.

This can't happen - if it did, we'd call it a miracle.

The emperor shook his head and said slowly: "Sometimes, I feel that you are more suitable to sit in this chair than me."

He Shenyan said nothing. He stared at Frank in the picture, his right hand clenching into a fist at some point.

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"Sometimes, I quite miss him."

Steve Rogers opened a bottle of cold beer and drank most of it in one gulp. He was getting together with Tony Stark to have a drink in Iron Man's villa. It was quite comfortable.

"who?"

"Don't ask knowingly, Tony, you know who I'm talking about." Steve laughed, and he took another sip of wine.

"Ah, I don't miss him at all." Tony clicked his tongue, his face full of disgust. "And, to be honest, Steve, sometimes I doubt your sexual orientation. First it was Bucky, and now

So what? And you don’t have a serious partner yet.”

"What are you talking about - cough!" Steve was obviously choked. He coughed and said intermittently: "Why do you have such, such thoughts?"

"You have to ask yourself." Tony shrugged.

He looks much older, although he is still handsome. But the slightly bulging belly has given him away. It is obvious that Iron Man has lived a good retirement life in recent years.

He always feels ironic when he thinks about this - after the United States disintegrated into a dozen independent countries, the world suddenly became peaceful. There is no need for superheroes like them anymore. What the hell is there in this matter?

?

"Stop talking about me." Steve shook his head and said. "Tell me about you. I heard that your daughter is going to middle school. What is her name? Morgan?"

"Yes, Morgan Stark." When Tony read his daughter's name, there was no feeling of warmth at all. On the contrary, it was full of gritted teeth. He took a sip of whiskey, shook his head and said: "Morgan Stark.

My daughter, Iron Man’s daughter. Tony Stark’s daughter.”

"The Demon King of Confusion!"

Steve laughed dumbly: "Is it that serious?"

"You childless guy, listen up! Here's what you have to face when raising a girl: you have to answer every question she has, including but not limited to why the sea is the sea, why are there stars in the sky, and what are the stars in the sky?

Why is it the father and why is her mother the mother..."

"I still have to take her to and from school! Ah!" Tony Stark yelled in collapse. "I will take her to and from school myself! And she still feels unhappy! She even had a quarrel with me two days ago, saying that I drove her to school.

The sports car was too high-profile, so she asked me to change to a more ordinary one. Well, so I changed to a sedan, but she said I didn’t understand what low-key means!”

"Then, you have to beware of those damn brats!" Speaking of this, his expression became more serious than ever before. "Damn brats, do they think I don't know what they are thinking? They are all adolescent turmoil.

soul......."

Steve quietly listened to his old friend's happy complaints with a calm smile. Only he knew who he was thinking of.