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The fog that erupted from the Terrigan stone drifted in the streets and alleys.

Due to the successive disasters caused by the god of death in the sky, many people have flames/collapses/explosions in their homes, and they have to run out of their homes. However, before they can be glad to escape, the fog of death is greeted.

They rushed into the fog, and their legs became stiff in the first step, the second step was petrified, and the third step was to fall to the ground by inertia, becoming a mixture of stones and flesh.

There was no disaster at home, and the people hiding in the house were not spared.

Because of poverty and living in tropical areas, most houses have low sealing levels, and screams float through the gaps between doors and windows.

Perhaps it is precisely because of the unlucky name that this place has become a real "dead city" in just a few seconds.

The fishy smell of deaths of tens of thousands of people spread throughout the slums, but no one will pay attention to these poor dead.

Because in the eyes of those "winners" who survived, those dead are useless people who have not passed the test of God.

Dozens of newly awakened aliens looked at each other. They were strangers a few seconds ago, but now their eyes were pure and sincere, as if they were looking at brothers and brothers who had been together for the rest of their lives.

Suddenly, they felt the call, and at the same time raised their heads and looked at the truth flying from afar with pious eyes.

In just a moment, Zhenli changed into a snow-white robe, with a halo on his head, emitting a soft light. The elves also dressed in a similar manner, lowering their heads and following Zhenli silently.

As the truth approaches, the clouds representing death in the sky break through a hole. When the whole of Cairo is now in the shadow of death, this poorest and chaotic city of the dead is bathed in the light.

This strong sense of contrast, combined with the content of the contract, made dozens of strangers burst into tears. They knelt on the ground, muttering words, and using the most traditional and primitive way to show their inner gratitude.

"Get up!" Truth scolded loudly.

Dozens of strangers raised their heads and looked at the truth in the sky blankly.

"I am not your God."

"You are!" a strange man shouted loudly.

"No, I am not God." Truth pointed at his chest, "But I am your most reliable compatriot. As long as I am here, no one can oppress you anymore, you can choose your own life!"

"Own...life?" a woman asked.

She was obviously in her forties, but because of her hard work, she looked like an old man in her fifties. For many of them, there was no concept of "life".

They have tried their best to survive just to survive.

“Yes, life.”

The truth points to the bustling city outside the Dead City, "Why are all people living in a city? Some people can live in villas like palaces, but you want to live on someone else's grave?"

"Why do you have to hesitate to buy a piece of meat from daytime to late at night but end up not having enough food or warm clothes? Even if you want to buy a piece of meat, you have to hesitate for a long time?"

"Don't you think it's unfair?"

Faced with the questioning of the truth, dozens of strange people looked at each other and their breathing gradually became heavy.

“Unfair!”

"Why!"

They stood up one after another.

The sufferings suffered from birth are like needles that have been deeply penetrated into the hearts of these poor people, but as they grow older, their hearts are covered with thick cocoons, and they no longer beat like they are dead, and they will not feel pain.

Now truth is like a surgeon, using language skills to accurately tear open their hearts, pulling out "poverty", "disease" and "hunger" from their hearts. As the black and rotten blood flows out, their hearts begin to beat again.

Angry, unwilling, tyrannical...

A series of emotions began to spread among the crowd, and their eyes towards the truth changed from piety to fanaticism.

It is the easiest and most effective way to drive a group of people and mobilize their emotions.

But logically speaking, people are not fools, and they will not let strangers affect their emotions so easily. The key is the "contract" they signed.

The contract allows them to trust the truth unconditionally.

"My name is Truth. I want to change the world. Are you willing to join my organization?"

Before the truth came, multiple versions of the rhetoric were prepared: targeting the poor, the rich, and the ordinary people... Each class has their own desires. As long as you grasp the desires, it is equivalent to having their "heart".

Listening to the will of all, Truth narrowed his eyes slightly.

He could clearly feel that his power was rapidly increasing, reaching a level that was simply unimaginable in the past.

"Language" is the ability of truth, and the condition for the activation of this ability is "absolute trust".

The more people trust him, the more powerful his language is, especially the trust of those who are capable is dozens or even hundreds of times that of ordinary people!

In fact, truth is not the ability to awaken recently. As early as a few years ago, he came into contact with a Terigen stone by chance and awakened the power of the alien.

At that time, he was still a street gangster and no one trusted him at all.

In order to develop this ability, he changed his city, changed his identity, and pretended to be a pastor. In the view of truth, people believe in pastors very much, otherwise how could anyone confess to the pastor (telling his sins and seeking inner peace).

But after working hard and finally becoming a pastor, Truth discovered a problem, that is, the guy who came to confess did not trust him, but God!

He is a tool man.

When I discovered the truth of this tragic fact for the first time, I was so angry that I wanted to take out my gun and kill the nagging girl in the next room.

Just as Truth was considering whether to give up the job of a pastor and think of something else, the elf came to him.

At that time, the elves were deeply affected by domestic violence. She had a gambling boyfriend who came to her every now and then for money. If she didn't give them, she would fight and make trouble. The elves who were too kind or cowardly in her heart would eventually succumb to her boyfriend and obediently hand over their salary to him.

After hearing the unhappy Zhenli, he pulled her to beat her boyfriend hard and warned him to kill him if he caused trouble again. Anyway, Zhenli didn't plan to continue working as a pastor, so he didn't have to pretend to be a good gentleman anymore.

Unexpectedly, this boyfriend was a coward in the nest. After being beaten up, he bought a train ticket that night and ran away, and Zhenli gained the first "trust".

Things will be simple afterwards.

While using the kindness of the elf, he created a psychological medical organization to gain the trust of others. While searching for Terigan Stone.

God once again favored the truth, and at a private auction he bought a Terrigan stone for a very low price and a crew diary four centuries ago.

This crew once sailed with Lance Brando and Robert Sbitwagen. Through the words in the diary, Truth knew that there were still a group of Terrigen stones sealed underground in this world.

The original dream of Truth is very simple, which is to have several capable people, dominate several blocks and live a life of drunkenness and demise.

But this crew member diary brought a turning point in his life and his ambitions began to expand!

As long as you get those batch of Terrigan stones, Truth can have hundreds or thousands of abilities under the command of those who are capable of them. More importantly, so many powerful trust powers are enough to push his abilities to the top, and he will be the strongest person in the world at that time!

However, at that time, Truth did not dare to take action. Zhang Ming, Iron Man, Captain America and S.H.I.E.L.D. These names are like a mountain pressing on him. He is too weak and needs more "teammates".

He used his ability to find suitable companions, and had the power of "language". He did not need any high-tech instruments. He could tell who had the blood of a strange man in just one sentence.

Soon a team gathered around him.

So the plan began.

"Chief, I have one thing to say." said a young man covered in the mane of a beast. "I just discovered a fellow man who seemed to want to stop your plan."

"Friend?" True thought of Dior, "Where is he?"

"I don't know, I'm hiding." The young man replied.

The truth fell, fell into the crowd, with a kind smile: "It's okay, as long as we persuade it properly, he will understand."

Hiding in a tomb, his ears pressed against the wall, Dior subconsciously held his breath as he listened to all this. He was judging the position of the truth through the sound of footsteps.

“Get closer…”

A red light appeared in Dior's eyes. He wanted to pierce the Truth's head with supersonic blood-red rays and not give him any chance to speak.

"It's now!"

The blood-red ray instantly penetrated the wall and crossed dozens of meters away!

"Did you kill him?"

Dior's eyes were briefly blind and could not see the results, so he could only listen carefully.

But at this moment, the gentle voice of truth came from behind him: "Look at who we have found? Brothers who are flowing with the same blood as us."

boom--

The surrounding walls collapsed, and Dior was exposed to the gaze of dozens of aliens.

Dior wanted to swing his claws, but he found that he could not move anymore, and a huge force enveloped him.

"He seemed to want to kill me just now." Masaru walked forward and patted Dior on the shoulder. "You guys, what should I do to him?"

"Kill him!"

“He is not worthy of being our fellow countryman!”

"NO, NO, NO." Truth shook his fingers, "The bloodline of our race is so rare. I can't bear to kill a compatriot easily. I will let him witness his mistakes."

“Blood loss.”

With this sentence of truth, blood flowed out of Dior's nose, eyes and skin, but he could not stop the process.

A vampire loses control of his blood, which is equivalent to depriving him of his ability!

In just a few seconds, Dior went from a tall and strong British man to skinny.

On his pale face, several blue-black blood vessels were particularly obvious. If it weren't for the vampire's constitution forcibly supporting his life, the blood in his body would have been drained, and Dior would be dead now.

But he was just alive. He was like a mummy, kneeling on the ground, and even when he moved his eyes, he became sleepy.

"leader!"

An alien pointed to the direction of the city. Zhenli narrowed his eyes and stared at Zhang Ming who was swinging the dark chains and quickly approaching. His smile first solidified, but then he smiled even harder.

He is not the truth of the past.

Now he has Dior as a hostage, with eighty-three "companions" of superpowers, and most importantly, he has "trust" dozens of times that of the past.

He doesn't need to be afraid of Zhang Ming anymore!

No, not only Zhang Ming, but even if all the Avengers come, the truth is not afraid of it!

As soon as Truth raised his hand, Dior flew into the air, and several steel bars flew over and nailed him to a building in the form of a cross.

"truth--"

With an angry roar, Zhang Ming fell from the sky and fell in front of the truth.