The God of Injustice in Marvel

As we all know, no one who goes to hell is good.

Not to mention, this is a real Marvel world with all kinds of weird and unreasonable powers.

Leon has been feeling more and more that something is not right ever since he explored this world.

This place is too big. First of all, you can be sure that it is not some space debris or a small world left by the predecessors.

And the smell of sulfur that could always be smelled in the nose, always present, and always warning Lyon, made Lyon have some similar guesses from the beginning.

However, at that time, he never dared to think in this direction.

Later, when more and more scenes of hell appeared that matched his memories of his previous life, Leon became more and more sure of his guess.

Until he saw the two guys fighting.

To be honest, there are not many places where a guy who is in pieces and another guy who has half of his head can fight vigorously. First of all, this kind of speculation about a certain location on the earth is enough.

Excluded.

How could such a crazy circus dare to sell tickets for such a performance!

In Lyon's limited knowledge, hell is undoubtedly the option that best meets the standards.

Therefore, Leon activated a skill that he had not used for a long, long time.

The skill that can observe things that cannot be seen with the naked eye, a skill specially designed for ghosts and ghosts: [Eye of Truth].

As expected, the fight between these two ugly monsters didn't look good. Under the gaze of Leon's [Eye of Truth], the two of them... ghosts, let's call them humans, they all have entities after all.

The two Sophia's wrestling bodies exuded a faint human glow on the surface.

The same taste is in line with local characteristics: black, red.

It doesn't look auspicious and festive.

Until this moment, Leon was almost certain that this place should be hell.

Full of scum, scum, criminals... Bad people are everywhere, everyone can be killed! Everyone deserves to die, hell!

And the blurted phrase "The living! The living!" was the final footnote to Lyon's guess.

Of course, Leon felt that this place should actually have another name.

For example, experience area or something~

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What happens next is that Mr. "Winner" has the most say.

Because he is the only person who has experienced it personally and the only victim.

Under Leon's friendly questioning, this unfortunate child who hated why he had to awaken part of his spiritual intelligence told everything he knew.

Although he didn't ask for any useful information, Leon wasn't too angry either.

Hell is so big that no tongue can be found anywhere.

Besides, it's useless to know too much, anyway...

Everyone you encounter will die again.

After going over and over to tell him what he knew several times, Leon made sure after several inquiries that this lucky guy really didn't lie to him.

Then, Leon let him go...

How is that possible! Haha!

Under the premise of "active" and "voluntary", the unlucky man who could not remember his own name and whose code name was "Winner" cooperated with Leon to complete a series of experimental tests, and in the end, he took the initiative to seek death, not wanting to himself.

The existence made Leon's eyes dirty.

…………

The second lump of fly ash appeared, rising into the sky in the fierce wind that was blowing all the time in hell, and there was no mark on it.

"It seems that each of these guys actually has a physical entity. Wouldn't that be...better! Hahaha!"

Through polite questioning, Leon learned some basic information about hell.

First of all, all the "monsters" here (the winner's words) suddenly appear somewhere at irregular intervals, in irregular quantities, and at irregular locations, as if they were bred by this world. This includes himself.

But in his limited memory, he can remember certain things in his previous life.

This is interesting.

"It's a very contradictory statement..."

Leon picked a random direction and walked forward, while his mind was still thinking about the hidden meaning expressed by the information.

The second point is the more interesting point.

According to Mr. Winner's limited memory and cognition, all monsters in hell exist physically.

This is even more inconsistent with Leon's knowledge. It is also inconsistent with what he saw.

Although it is a good thing, it is easier to kill, but there is still something not quite right.

In the end, all the monsters seemed to be burdened with a curse.

Although they have entities, there is no food or water in hell. There are only yellow sand, hard stones, and rivers flowing with lava or black oil that will never dry up.

Therefore, they are always hungry, but they can never get enough to eat. They are always thirsty, but they will never die of thirst. They will always have an unsatisfied desire to kill, and they will kill each other endlessly in the endless hell.

Leon asked Mr. Winner five times if he could keep monkeys, and called him Barbossa three times in a cold voice. There was no special reaction from the guy. It seemed that he was telling the truth.

There must be some strange problems or hidden secrets in hell. This is Leon's hunch.

Although he was currently unable to deduce any useful and reliable facts from these one-sided and tiny information, Leon still put away his contempt, paid great attention, and slowly began to wander in hell.

…

There is no night in this place.

Although Leon did not have a watch, he did have an anesthetic needle transmitter. After confirming that his senses and cognition had not been blurred, Leon looked at the time on the anesthetic needle transmitter, and then looked up at Gray, who was still as silent and depressed as death.

Under the yellow sky, I couldn't help but sigh: What a hell! This unique landscape is truly special!

I have been here for more than ten hours, and I have been in this state of half-death this day. Not to mention the sunshine, there is not even moonlight!

Lyon never stopped along the way, although he was neither walking too fast nor too slowly.

But along the way, except for a few small monsters that suddenly jumped out and gave him a few heads with arrogant fangs, Lyon got nothing.

It took more than ten hours, including the winner and the sidekick who didn't even have a name. There were not even ten in total.

Calculated in this way, during Leon's ten-hour trip to hell, he could not kill one monster every hour.

"What the hell is this?"

Leon couldn't help being disappointed, and started to curse on the street: "If I had known that hell was like this, I would have sent a few more bastards up there to make up the numbers! Damn it! I'll go to Wall Street and kill them wherever I want.

Several earn more than this!”

grass!

It's no wonder that Leon couldn't help but curse in anger. He thought that since this place is the famous hell latitude, there wouldn't be bad people gathering around, and villains everywhere!

Any area skill can kill a large area! You don’t feel guilty when you kill, just kill everything that can move and that’s it!

Save worry and effort and earn a lot of money!

Leon thought that he would be teleported back to the human world without earning money due to possible skill duration problems. He also thought that he would not be able to earn money because he could not defeat the undead monarch, headless knight, bone dragon and other super monsters from hell.

I have thought a lot about the value of purification.

But this is the only thing he didn't expect!

"Damn it, I've been wandering around hell for more than ten hours, and I can't get any experience points because... I can't encounter monsters at all!"

Is this reasonable?

After letting out this sigh of relief, Leon couldn't keep his spirits up.

Forget it, let’s talk about it later.

However, after walking for such a long time, Leon was also hungry.

The bloodline of Void Fear is good at everything, but this appetite... ╭(╯ε╰)╮

After setting up the barbecue he brought with him, Leon planned to have a meal before going back. No matter what, this trip couldn't be in vain.

When I go back and brag to people in the future, I can’t tell them how I killed everyone in hell, but at least I can tell them: I am a man who ate barbecue in hell!

right!

A lich roasting the ribs of a bone dragon in hellfire!

What does it taste like?

Have you ever eaten jellyfish skin?

That’s the smell!

Leon is such a crazy person, his emotions come and go quickly. Just now he was angrily complaining about the big losses from this trip, and he was cursing and shouting that he would never come again.

At this moment, I was already thinking about good things and laughing happily, and I completely forgot about the idea that I just swore that I would never come back again.

I began to think that next time I must really roast the lich with hellfire and eat it. I haven’t seen the lich yet, and I have already begun to worry about whether it should be sour, sweet or spicy, and whether it can be eaten cold if it is not cooked enough.

The thoughts in my mind were a mess, but the movements of my hands were not delayed at all.

He set up the stove with ease and took out a huge steak from the space.

Good guy! It's still fresh, as if it had just been cut from the butt of a cow, and it still smells like blood!

Putting the meat on the grill, Leon began to flip it with tongs while singing an unknown ditty.

As he sang, Leon felt something was not right.

Why does the stone under my butt seem to be shaking a little?

Bang!

Just as he was thinking about it, Leon, who was sitting astride the stone, saw the ground on which the barbecue grill was supported suddenly shake violently in front of him, and then dust began to fly!

Something suddenly emerged from the soil. Leon was shocked, turned over the oven, and bit into the medium-rare steak.

It was bitten. Leon couldn't see it clearly, but he could still see the serrated white teeth clearly.

"...You're so special...it's not good to take advantage of anyone, come here to steal your ancestor's meat!"

It suddenly landed from the air, and Leon finally saw clearly what that thing was.

But... Leon really can’t tell what this thing is!

"There's no ugliest thing, only uglier ones! Are you here for this competition?! How much bonus are you giving? It's such a big game! You... have lost all your skin!"

In nature, there should be no prototype for this thing. If you have to give a definition, maybe the crypt demon in "Kong's Skull Island" that hurts each other with the handsome guy who beats his chest is a more suitable template. Except that he is a bit smaller.

, the rest is really not much different. But even so, this guy is almost as tall as Leon when lying on his stomach.

Looking at the veritable monster in front of him, Leon couldn't suppress his raging spirit of complaining and uttered heart-wrenching words one after another.

Fortunately, this thing probably can't understand what he said.

Maybe today is destined to be the day when Lyon gets slapped in the face. As soon as this idea came to mind, the guy opposite who looked like a ghost and was a ghost suddenly started speaking in a standard London accent!

"It's true...the taste of blood..."

He killed a large piece of Leon's steak in just two bites. The monster lay on the ground on all fours, with most of its bones, armor and flesh exposed. It was like a heavy smoker who hadn't smoked in eight hundred years and suddenly opened a pack of Chinese subs. It was so satisfying.

No, I almost moaned!

Leon was no longer angry now.

This thing can talk and is obviously intelligent, but his appearance is really too different from human beings. It is much more monster than all the monsters Leon has seen along the way.

This phenomenon has overturned some of Lyon's previous conjectures, such as the similar conjecture that the more human-like and close to the human form, the stronger and more intelligent it is.

However, it also gave Leon other more interesting conjectures.

Maybe, this new "lucky guy" can give him an answer.

He was intoxicated by himself for a while, using such a long tongue to lick the blood around his mouth over and over again to savor the taste, which made Leon, who was observing the other party with great interest, quite nauseous.

Even Shukaku can eat melon seeds more cleanly than it does!

(Shukaku:??)

Maybe the aftertaste is enough, or maybe the mouth is really too clean and there is nothing left to lick.

The unlucky ghost who was given the code name by Leon and had unknowingly become the "Crypt Demon" finally came to his senses and looked condescendingly at Leon with his eyes hidden in the white bone armor, and then sniffed.

"Um?!"

He quickly pulled him up with his hands and took a deep breath. A surprised and ferocious smile appeared on the Crypt Demon's face.

"...Human?!!! It's a human! A living person!"

He looked up to the sky and laughed, and the guy quickly covered his mouth with his hands...paws, looking disgustingly smug and cautious for fear of being heard by others.

"Do you know where you are now?" The Crypt Demon is like a classic monster in the movie. Although he can speak normally, he has to twist his body, climb the wall, and look at the protagonist. His voice is also high and low.

Quickly and slowly, it seems to be sick!

Maybe, is it for the sense of oppression? Or does the director feel that not showing it this way is not enough to reflect the horror of the monster and the weakness of the protagonist?

Also, without such contrast, how can we express dramatic conflict?

Just like Transformers, if they were only the size of a normal person, after the transformation they would be nothing but a bicycle, and the better one would be a tractor, which might not be so cool!

Leon was immersed in his own world, thinking about random things, and didn't take the Crypt Demon in front of him seriously at all. But in the eyes of the Crypt Demon, this weak living person's dull look was probably...

I was scared stupid by myself.

With a hoarse and ugly laugh, the Crypt Demon twisted his body and surrounded Leon with his body like a snake. He approached Leon with a big face and said with a sinister smile: "Little guy, do you think,

My face...is scary~ah..."

Needless to say, this big face is very good at blocking light. Leon thought it was dark! He woke up in a daze, just in time to hear the last words of the Crypt Demon.

If it were anyone else, not filming a movie, I might have peed by now.

But what kind of ruthless person is Leon?!

He hasn't wet the bed since he was 18 years old.

Hearing this, Leon seemed to have heard something funny. He smiled and took out his hand from his pocket. He quickly pinched the Crypt Demon's chin with one hand, pressed it hard on the ground, and stepped on it with his foot.

With the other hand, he slowly took off his mask, opened the Crypt Demon's head and let him look at his face painted with [Undead Ghost Witch], and forced a smile on his stiff face.

"Yes. You scared me so much that my face turned green. Tell me, how should you compensate me?"