Marvel's strongest warden

"What's wrong?"

After hearing Falcon's words, the captain stopped immediately.

"They are not demons, and they don't seem to believe in Satanism."

Falcon here said hesitantly: "They look like people from the natural school."

Ten minutes later.

The captain followed these people to a manor.

It can be seen from this manor that the owner here is not very poor.

The man in green robes gently handed the two Avengers tea.

"Drink some. I added honey to the black tea. You will like it."

He said with a smile, and Falcon and Captain looked at each other again.

They don't like the decoration here.

The decoration of the entire manor is mainly green, and more importantly, there are eyes everywhere.

One-eyes are embedded in the walls.

Sitting here, they felt like they were being stared at by countless eyes and felt uncomfortable all over.

This is not the first time that the captain has seen these natural sect members.

These all believe in the same thing, the tree people, the tree people that once appeared in New York.

They are divided into different sects.

Fortunately, no matter which sect they are, they are all moderate, except for some who are originally radical vegetarians and form natural sects.

The rest of the natural sects will never attack others.

They call themselves children of nature.

"You are the Avengers. I know that you are the messengers sent by nature."

The captain opened his mouth to say something, but it was obvious that the other party did not want to hear his voice.

Don't care what he wants to say.

The Natural Sect believes that the Avengers are the messengers of nature, so they are the messengers of nature. Whether they admit it or not, these people don't care.

What matters is not whether you admit it or not, what matters is whether we admit it or not.

"We know you were sent by nature, but we don't need your help."

He said with a smile. The captain looked at the other person and felt that he could not understand the other person's thoughts.

"We don't need your help."

The leader continued, seeing that the captain and Falcon didn't seem to understand, and said politely to them: "That's it, you can come and take a look.

When the time comes, you will find that you actually don’t have to work hard in Detroit at all.

You have to help those who are more in need of help. The God of nature protects His children very well."

He took the captain and Falcon downstairs, and the captain saw those people praying in the stairwell.

The objects of their prayers were small branches.

What makes the captain strange is not this. What makes the captain strange is that as these people pray, this small branch is also swaying in the wind.

It seems like the little branch is very happy.

"Captain, I feel something is wrong, are we?"

Falcon planned to fight out, but was stopped by the captain.

"No need, Sam.

Let’s see what’s going on first.”

The captain still couldn't forget what they saw when they walked over.

In front of them, there is still a strong magnetic field signal.

These should be traces of the appearance of demons, or even demons.

However, after they passed by, they heard the sound of heavy objects being dragged, and then they saw these people.

So they followed these people back.

The leader took him to the basement.

"I know what you are wondering," the leader said. "The answer you want is right here. You can go and take a look."

"Sam."

The captain said, and Falcon nodded to express his understanding. He took a step back, reached out to touch his weapon, and glanced at the window.

He needs enough space to display his airborne skills.

As for the captain, the captain can fight anywhere, he is a fighting machine.

The two of them cooperated tacitly, and if there was an ambush inside, they would take action instantly.

After walking into the basement, the captain stood still and didn't move.

"Oh my God."

He whispered, his voice so low that even he didn't hear it.

Sam stayed outside, the smell of sulfur assaulted his nose, and he subconsciously wanted to vomit, but he still held back.

Smelling this strange smell, he rushed in with weapons in hand.

Seeing the scene inside, he subconsciously lowered his gun and said, "Captain, I must be dreaming!"

"I'm afraid not. We're in big trouble."

the captain said.

In front of them was a bottomless pit.

It looks like the "Gate to Hell" in Turkmenistan, but its diameter is so small that up to three people can climb out of it.

Inside, there were endless hell flames, and the foehn wind, carrying the breath of sulfur, hit them hard.

"Don't, don't go there."

Seeing the leader approaching, the captain said subconsciously.

The leader smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. He is watching us. We will be fine."

The captain saw a pair of big hands, a pair of big shadow hands lifting the man up.

The important thing is that the captain saw his eyes blinking.

Yes, there are countless pairs of eyes in this basement. Originally, the captain thought these were sculptures, just like some religious murals.

Who knows, Captain America guessed completely wrong.

No, this is not a sculpture!

The captain's hair stood on end, and his heart suddenly felt cold to the core!

This is not a sculpture at all, these eyes are really tree eyes!

This residence itself is part of the Tree Man!

This terrible pit, the pit leading to hell, is opened inside the body of the tree man!

Thinking of this possibility, he immediately understood those praying in the stairwell.

Their prayers will definitely be heard by the tree people.

Because they prayed in the body of the tree man!

The person in front of me doesn't even need to be rich, because the house itself can be moved.

While the captain was brainstorming, perhaps the breath of living people attracted the demon in the pit.

This pit really leads to hell!

Finally, a demon couldn't bear it anymore and rushed forward.

The captain's shield flew out, and at the same time, he also saw this guy turn into a wooden sculpture in an instant and be smashed away.

Originally he should have fallen back into hell.

"Captain, I don't feel good."

Falcon said, he looked at the demon that turned into a wooden sculpture at this moment.

Demons can be transformed into this in an instant.

They should be able to, too.

"Don't be afraid, Sam."

The captain said calmly, he is the backbone of this place and he knows that he cannot mess up.

The leader looked at the captain, smiled and said to him: "Don't worry, it can be seen from the fact that you were not attacked when you came in, you are His messengers.

Thank you for cleaning up those polluters."

"Polluter?"

"Demonoids," after hearing Sam's doubts, he immediately explained, "We call demonoids polluters. The deep pit you see is the source of pollution. When it appears, more polluters will appear.

.

Before you came, there were many such terrible sources of pollution.

Fortunately, our God heard our prayers, He came, and He saved us.”

The captain felt something was wrong more and more. Looking at the leader's crazy look, he asked: "How many people like you are there in Detroit?"

"How many?"

The leader laughed and said: "About a hundred people, a thousand people, ten thousand people?

One hundred thousand people, maybe.

Or maybe everyone you look at, they either believe in Satan or they believe in the Lord of Nature, and it is because of Him that we can survive.

God always tempers us lost sheep, doesn't he, Steve?"