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What does he want to confirm? The Emperor did not know. Even if He Shenyan is not as powerful as he is now, he rarely uses his mind-reading ability.

But he could roughly guess something.

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

So many that their corpses piled up on the ground, and that the screaming human souls in the golden liquid flowing out were enough to build a high wall. But there are still a steady stream of angels coming, and as the killing progresses, a part of Frank's heart is gradually awakening.

It's like waking up from sleep.

He may be comfortable, but the angels don't think so. To them, this sudden human being is simply some kind of natural law that cannot be violated. As long as it gets a little bit of that scarlet flame, it will be burned up in an instant. The magic they were born with had no effect on this, and to their horror, the souls of the angels would also be burned to ashes.

Nothing can be left, their proud nobleness and beauty are useless in front of this human being, it is not that no angel has thought of running away. But the whole heaven has been surrounded by flames, they are like prey surrounded by lions, and can only slowly wait for their own death.

"Have you figured out who he is?!"

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

"Seraph, calm down, your anger is of no use to the predicament before us." The blue-winged angel didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, even if they would die instantly if they got caught in the crimson flames.

"Calm down?! Heaven is almost gone! How can you keep me calm! I'm not an emotionless multi-eyed angel like you, cherub!"

The Archangel known as the Seraph did not follow the advice at all, and the anxiety and anger on his face did not diminish at all, but because of the cherub's words, his expression became even more sinister.

This still detracts from its beauty, but from the outside it appears to be genderless. That face has both the heroic spirit of a man and the softness of a woman, blending just right. He was wearing a thin white robe, and his arms were slender and slender.

And the cherubim, known as the multi-eyed angel, is far less beautiful than the seraphim. With its eyes closed, it looks like a twilight old man. The two pairs of blue wings are also very special. The other angels have pure white wings, only its wings are blue.

"No matter how angry you are, you can't make this Frank Custer go back to where he should be." For the first time, confusion appeared on the cherub's face. It muttered to itself: "Something's wrong, according to our treaty with hell, he should go directly to hell."

"You mean hell is doing shit?"

"This possibility is not ruled out.... But the most important thing we should do now is—"

Its words were not finished, and the unspoken guesses were drowned in its mouth. A hand penetrated its head, and then, scarlet flames ignited.

From the fingertips of that hand all the way to the entire body of the cherubim, burning it up in an instant. Even its soul trying to escape was caught by the owner of the hand and torn to shreds alive.

Seraph stood there, looking dumbfounded.

Frank stared at its standing body, suddenly turned his head and raised his right hand. A raging flame spewed from the palm of the hand, and from the seemingly empty space came the scream of a seraphim: "Stop! Frank Custer! I can let you see you. family! Stop!"

The flames subsided.

Family, those two words seemed to touch a switch in Frank's heart. He was originally dead silent, and his eyes that lacked emotional fluctuations actually had some emotional fluctuations at this moment, but they still looked like a robot.

He walked over the clearing,

As soon as he reached out and grabbed it, he grabbed the soul of a seraphim whose half of his body had disappeared without a trace.

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

Seraph endured the pain, and did not dare to negotiate conditions or make reservations at this time, just wanted to quickly stabilize the killing star: "Yes! Your family! Your wife Maria Custer, your Daughter Lisa Castor! They're all alive and well in heaven!"

"You're lying," Frank said with a blank expression, and then his right hand squeezed suddenly, and the flames spewed out again, and in just a second, it burned half of Seraphim's head again. However, even at this point, its soul body is still alive and strong.

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

The melodious voice of the Seraphim already sounded out of touch with things like 'beauty' and 'rhythm'. That scream of pain and terror didn't sound much different from the human souls it threw into the soul furnace. Or, is that what any living creature does when faced with death?

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

Seeing that the flames were about to erupt again, the seraphim couldn't take it any longer, and every word it uttered sounded like the sound of fingernails scratching on a blackboard: "What are you waiting for?! Damn it! Get it!" "

The voice fell, and a devastating black light blow drowned Frank's body. An ordinary-looking angel floated in the air, holding a black gemstone in its hand, and it was exuding green smoke.

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

With only half of its head left, the Seraphim lay on the ground with a small half of its body. It squirmed its soul body with difficulty, approaching its own body, and said loudly: "It's worth it! It's all--"

"No! It's not worth it at all! Are we losing money!" The angel who looked like an ordinary person shouted loudly. At this time, it didn't look like an angel, but like a calculating businessman. "That's three thousand years! Three thousand years! God, we have to start all over again!"

"enough!"

The seraphim finally crawled beside his body, and its soul body gradually merged into it in an illusory wave. Now, the seraphim is that seraph again. It yelled out, "Damn it, can you stop reading 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, forget it." Seraph shook his head, rejecting the proposal.

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

"Human sin?" He read these words, and his expression gradually became angry. "Even if they're really guilty, what's it to them?! A bunch of damn parasites!"

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

After a while, the Emperor, still looking irritated, asked: "Tell me, Mage. How many of the worlds you have been through, how many of them have been spread by these beings with their mouths full of lies and abscesses, How many worlds have been poisoned by their hypocrisy?"

"Well, I haven't experienced too many worlds. However, as far as I can see, their hands are not too long." The mage shrugged. "There is not only one of them in the endless star sea, but they can't expand without any scruples, and, as far as I know, it is not only humans who are poisoned."

"Um?"

"There are so many worlds, it's unimaginable. I think about it..." The Master thought for a while before answering, "Have I mentioned to you that I joined an organization called the White Tower Council? All the members there are cross-border mages. As the name suggests, they are mages like me who can travel the world at will."

"The races are different, and there are not many members. The management is very loose, and the White Tower Council actually has only one purpose, which will provide protection for any mages who can cross-border on their own. If you want me to say, compared to an organization, that place More like a hobbyist association."

"However, you are also very clear about the creature like a mage." When he said this, he smiled, without the slightest sense that he was also a mage.

"Collecting addiction, greed for knowledge, and arrogance... Sigh, to make a long story short, there is an intranet in the White Tower Council, and there is a library section in that thing, and 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, and everything he could see was shrouded behind the curtain, and a depressing atmosphere began to spread.

He clearly remembered what he had done, and after he held the mage's hand, a heart-piercing pain spread to his whole body in the blink of an eye. But after that, he wasn't quite sure. Just remember that I'm killing... no, am I killing?

He thought about it for a while, and his expression became a little strange: I'm 80% crazy, how could I feel like I'm killing an angel?

But whether a person is crazy or not, he cannot make a judgment by himself. Either a psychiatrist or a psychiatrist can make a judgment. And no matter what kind of doctor, it is obvious that there is no way to find the current Frank Custer and give him a mental state evaluation. He could only go 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.

The wife kills the husband, and the husband kills the wife. Children kill parents and parents kill children. A stranger kills another stranger, for money, for lust, for something unspeakable.

Then came war.

Starting with the first primitive, he slaughtered another primitive with the stone in his hand. And then to sword and sword, musket to musket. World War I, World War II. Various local wars around the world, and Frank even saw a war he fought himself when he joined the army, which was also an experience that gave him the idea of ​​retiring.

After that, there are various indescribable crimes.

How would you describe what they did? Against humanity? No, even bugs don't do that to their own kind, they kill their own kind and eat them, but they do it just to live.

However, only human beings will kill the same kind simply out of curiosity, only human beings will skin the same kind for fun, and compete to kill how many people for the sake of showing off.

Frank's hands trembled slightly, and he didn't know how to react to these terrible images.

Although he has killed many inhuman bastards, he also claims to have seen the darkness of human nature. But in front of this seemingly endless sin, what he has seen is nothing but insignificant.

"Is this what you call a test?"

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

"Don't use your perspective to lean on him, His Majesty the Emperor." He Shenyan smiled. "For Frank Custer, these things are the most poisonous poison in the world, and what he does next will determine whether he can still exist as a human being."

"Having come to this point, would you mind telling me what your ordeal was?"

"It's actually very simple." He Shenyan stopped being a riddleman. "The Punisher was the product of Frank Custer after he saw his wife and children killed. He was a lunatic, no doubt about it. But at the same time, he was a bottomless lunatic."

"He only kills guilty people - guilty people in general, petty theft, he just punishes. That's good, isn't it? But his methods are unbelievably cruel, of course, I Personally, I support what he does." The mage said leisurely.

"After I... entrusted him with this power, his id was temporarily suppressed. The subconscious he showed still had no urge to kill innocent people, which is good, this proves that he does not Being easily blinded by the killing also proves that he is not actually a killing addicted lunatic."

"However, this is far from enough." The mage stared at the emperor and said: "You and I both know what the four gods of chaos are like. There are many people who are more determined than him by them and their minions. Seduce, fall."

"So, I spent a few minutes investigating the paradise of this world and found this kind of interesting thing. If he can survive this level and not be overwhelmed by those sins, then he has successfully passed."

The mage said it very lightly, but the emperor's expression was not relieved at all. He knew very well what kind of dangerous thing He Shenyan was doing. For example, he threw a naked baby under a huge amount of nuclear radiation, and hoped that the baby would naturally survive the nuclear radiation and be healthy. Healthy and healthy adults.

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 for this chair than me."

He Shenyan didn't speak, he stared at Frank in the picture, his right hand was already clenched into a fist at some point.

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"Sometimes, I miss him quite a bit."

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

"Who?"

"Don't ask yourself, 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 smacked his tongue with disgust on his face. "And, seriously, Steve, sometimes I doubt your sexuality. First that Bucky, now what. And you haven't had a serious one yet."

"What are you talking about—cough cough!" Steve was clearly choking, coughing, and he said intermittently, "How did you, have such, such thoughts?"

"You have to ask yourself." Tony shrugged.

He looked much older, though still handsome. But the slightly bulging belly had already betrayed him. Obviously, Iron Man has had a good retirement life in recent years.

Every time he thought about it, he felt ironic—after the disintegration of the United States into a dozen independent countries, the world suddenly became peaceful. They don't need superheroes anymore. What the fuck does this make sense?

"Stop talking about me," Steve said, shaking his head. "Tell me about you. I heard your daughter is going to high school. What's her name? Morgan?"

"Yeah, Morgan Stark." Tony didn't feel any warmth when he read his daughter's name, on the contrary, he was full of gnashing of 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 Chaos!"

Steve laughed dumbly: "Is it that serious?"

"You childless guy, listen up! Here's what you're going to face when you raise a girl to an adult: 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, I Why is her father and why is her mother a mother..."

"I still have to pick her up to and from school! Ah!" Tony Stark yelled in collapse. "I personally pick it up! And she still feels bad! She had a quarrel with me two days ago, saying that it was too high-profile for me to drive a sports car, and asked me to change to a normal one. Well, so I changed to a sedan , and she said that I don't know what it means to be low-key at all!"

"Then, you have to beware of those damn brats!" Speaking of this, his expression became more serious than ever. "Damn brats, they think I don't know what they're thinking? Each and every one of them is the soul of adolescence..."

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