Superman

Chapter 263: Gang Boss, Religious Leader, Light of Righteousness

St. Fangansa was once a good place with simple folk customs and outstanding people.

Although I haven’t reached the level where I don’t pick up lost things on the road and don’t close my door at night.

However, under the joint management of the Sheriff and the Town Mayor, there have been no thefts, vendettas or other crimes for several years.

It is foreseeable that if the western part of the country were to select civilized towns, Santo Fanganca would definitely come out on top.

However, fate often likes to play a nasty joke on people when they are caught off guard.

One day, the old devil stepped into St. Vincent's.

He deceived the mayor and bewitched the sheriff.

Provoke the greed of small town residents and amplify their inner selfishness.

Finally, through another carefully planned conspiracy.

The God who causes all people to fall and abandon their faith.

"Three thousand fallen souls were sealed in a contract."

Carter Shirey, who was holding a horse, said solemnly.

"Later, Mephisto ordered me to retrieve the contract for him and open the door to hell."

"I ran away and hid until I was found by the Sorcerer Supreme."

Carter Shirey was originally a young Texas Ranger.

Because of his own greed, he made mistakes and was arrested and imprisoned.

In order to gain freedom, he sold his soul to Mephisto and became the chosen Ghost Rider.

"What about the contract?"

Strange walked into the town and kept looking around.

Everything didn't seem to be as bad as Carter-Shirey said. The residents of the town did not react excessively except for casting curious glances at the outsiders.

They all looked very kind, and there was absolutely no sign that they needed to be rescued.

"Mephisto still got it."

The old cowboy said regretfully.

"But he did not open the door between earth and hell. The Supreme Mage stopped the old devil's plan."

"It's just the small town of St. Fangansa, and the souls of three thousand fallen people will always be enslaved by him and cannot be freed."

"They are stained with sin and have turned their backs on God. They cannot go to heaven and cannot escape the control of Mephisto."

Carter Shirey suddenly stopped, looked at this seemingly normal and peaceful town, shook his head and said: "What you see now is just a projection of the rift in hell."

"The real town of Santa Fangansa has long been dilapidated and forgotten."

Hearing that past incident, Strange felt a little heavy.

"Then how should I save them?"

he asked subconsciously.

"I can't give you the answer. This is Emperor Weishan's test for you."

Carter-Slay shrugged. He also hoped that someone could give the residents of the small town of San Francisco a complete relief.

Those three thousand suffering souls still have no rest.

"You can move around freely in the town."

Carter Shirey left these words and then rode away.

He is just the leader and spectator of this game.

"You're on your own, Stephen."

Luke patted Strange on the shoulder and said that this game is left to you to play.

Compared with the previous two games, with specific goals, the final test is obviously much more difficult.

Emperor Weishan did not promulgate any rules, but only delineated a vague range. The rest must be explored and discovered by the participants themselves.

"By the way, friendly advice, if you can't figure out what to do, you might as well look at those competitors."

Luke was going to find a hotel and go fishing.

He had no intention of ignoring Strange and letting him do what he wanted.

It’s just that there is too little information currently available, and it will take some time to observe.

"Competitors..."

Strange was thoughtful.

Faced with the difficult problem given by Emperor Weishan, what will Modo and Casillas, the former fellow disciples, do?

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As night fell, before the combatants who settled down in their respective places made any move, they discovered that the atmosphere in the small town of Santo Vanganza had changed drastically.

During the day, the enthusiastic residents, the talkative sheriff, the tavern owner who answered all questions... everyone seemed to have changed again.

They stared at the outsiders who broke into the town with hostility and hatred.

"It feels very bad."

Thor frowned. He and Loki were walking outside the hotel when a group of strong men with unkind expressions slowly surrounded them.

Originally there were two or three people hanging far behind, but more and more people joined along the way.

"Go away! She, stay!"

The leader of the group looked directly at Loki, completely ignoring Thor.

"Teasing my...sister?"

Sol simply couldn't bear it. He would rather let others tease him than forgive these gangsters for having thoughts about his sister.

This is the bottom line that cannot be violated as a girl control!

"You should learn a lesson!"

Thor rolled up his sleeves and waved his fists to greet him.

The strong physique of the Asgardians can simply crush the situation when faced with the gangsters in the small town of Saint Vanganza.

He single-handedly charged into the siege, and then beat the shit out of these blind guys.

However, the storm did not stop there.

The news of the fight attracted more people's attention.

The men in the town joined in one after another.

It's like this is some interesting game that attracts them.

Soon, the situation got out of control.

Sol was alone and had to face the siege of hundreds of people.

Fists, iron rods, pitchforks...all kinds of things came to greet him.

Although it is not painful or itchy, it makes people feel irritated.

Bang!

There was a gunshot.

The bullet from the revolver hit Thor in the chest.

This did not cause him any substantial harm.

But the gunshots that echoed in the night sky seemed to open a floodgate, releasing the violence and murderous desire of the residents of the small town of Santo Vanganza.

"Loki..."

Thor saw more people surrounding him, with fierce gleams in their eyes, and stretched out their right hands.

The atmosphere erupted, and the storm ax whirled with lightning rotated at high speed, mowing down the town's residents like mowing grass.

"This is the town of Santa Vergança where you sold your soul to the devil. Is it the true face of it?"

Luke, who was watching this scene, seemed to have guessed something.

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The next day, early morning.

When the sun shines on San Francisco, the town seems to come alive and full of vitality.

"They're not dead?"

Throughout the night, Thor, who felt guilty for killing many small town residents, was dumbfounded when he saw the men who had conflicts with him.

They were not at all as violent and ferocious as last night. They all smiled and greeted each other warmly.

It was as if nothing had happened.

"I see. The residents of this town sold their souls to the devil, and that's why they behave so horribly at night."

After last night's encounter, relief flashed in Loki's eyes. She nodded gently and said: "They have lost their souls and have died long ago. They are non-existent 'people'."

"Even if you slaughter the entire town, these people will be reset the moment the sun rises."

"Day and night are like the past and present of St. Vincent, two sides of the same body."

Thor scratched his head. In his opinion, what Loki said was too complicated and difficult to understand.

"You don't have to understand, just do what I say."

Loki did not expect the silly old man to use his poor IQ. She rolled her beautiful eyes and whispered: "Let's go find Mr. Mayor first."