"Ahh——"
Peter looked less like a human and more like a giant humanoid spider.
Seeing this, Steve suppressed him with the energy of the lamp ring and shouted, "Jarvis, contact Constantine."
"Okay, Captain."
Jarvis’ gentle voice sounded, and after a moment he replied, "Constantine and Strange are not in Kamar-Taj. It seems that those dimensional demons have moved."
"Damn, why is it at this time?"
Steve frowned, glanced at Peter, who looked painful and might lose his mind at any time, grabbed him, and took him to the old man’s antique shop in Chinatown.
"Oops."
Dad was making hot tea, and when he saw Steve coming in with a big spider, he shouted:
"Don’t bring him to Dad’s antique shop, he will break the vase inside."
"……"
Steve stopped helplessly and stood at the door and said: "Dad, do you have any ideas? Peter seems to have become like this after investigating a sect that has recently emerged in Hell’s Kitchen."
"Dad needs a little time."
Dad picked up the dried lizard and began to prepare the potion.
890
After a while, reciting the classic spell of 890, he pointed at Peter with the dried lizard in his hand.
"Get out of here, demons and ghosts!"
"Get out of here, demons and ghosts!"
The green air magic light wave hit Peter, and was bounced off by the corrupted and mutated energy emanating from him.
"Oh."
Dad slapped his head, "How can such a thing still exist? This is troublesome."
"Dad, do you know what’s going on?"
Steve’s expression changed slightly.
"Dad is not sure, you can see for yourself."
After setting up a magic circle around him, Dad pointed at Peter with the lizard again.
This time, the energy of the depravity and mutation in his body condensed.
Finally, in mid-air, a figure hung upside down on a black cross, full of terrible mental pollution, was formed.
"What is this?!" Steve’s face suddenly became solemn.
"This is the real creator." Dad shook his head: "I saw it in the archives of the Foundation. He has clearly fallen. How can he appear again?"
"La la la, Dad, there is a call for you——"
At this time, the Den Den Mushi in the antique shop rang. Dad walked over to answer it. After a moment, he came back with his hands behind his back and sighed:
"Now I know, the Foundation just sent news."
"In the world numbered 013, the Joker and the remnants of the Aurora Society attacked the church that sealed the uniqueness of the real creator, and took away the SS-level seal inside-the Pen of Alesuhod."
"…….What effect does that seal have?" Steve asked thoughtfully.
"Turn the written things into reality, Dad nowI have a bad feeling."
…
At the same time, in Hell’s Kitchen, in a newly built church, hundreds of residents were praying devoutly, kneeling in front of a black inverted cross.
"The Lord who created everything, the Lord behind the curtain of shadows, the fallen nature of all living beings."
The prayers were solemn and solemn.
But as long as you walk in, you can find that these people are full of fanaticism, with shadows twisting behind them and flesh buds crawling on their faces.
"You are really disgusting."
Deadpool, who got the news from the captain, decided to find a place for his good brother.
For this reason, he specially called Pietro.
"Wade, do you think their brains have been eaten by the devil? ”
Appearing in the church in an instant, Pietro leaned against the wall, looked at these guys who were obviously no longer human, shuddered, and pulled out the Black Death Sword hanging on his back.
“I think so.”
Deadpool jumped down from the top of the church, holding an energy bomb that was enough to flatten the church.
“Don’t move.”
Deadpool raised his eyebrows and said, “As long as I see someone moving, I will let it go, and then you can all go to hell and meet your evil god.”
“Pa Pa——”
Applause suddenly sounded from deep in the church.
Hisso walked out with a smile on his face, and said in a familiar tone: “Wade, it’s great to see you’re still alive.”
“But I’m in a bad mood when I see you’re still alive.”
Seeing that it was Hisoka, the bastard, Deadpool’s face immediately darkened and he carefully stepped back a few steps.
“Why are you so nervous? ”
Hiso’s mouth opened, and he said with a slightly neurotic smile: "I remember that we used to get along very happily."
"Happy ass!"
Deadpool had a dark face and was already thinking about calling people. This time he would let Hisoka taste what a righteous beating was.
"Go!"
But at this moment, the shadow in the church suddenly moved, entangled Deadpool and Pietro’s bodies.
Deadpool struggled hard, but found that the more he struggled, the tighter it got, and they were still sinking down.
"What the hell? !"
Deadpool turned his head and found that there was a handsome black-robed priest with a pale face beside Hisoka.
"Please allow me to introduce myself. ”
The priest put his right hand on his chest and smiled politely: "I am Mr. A, one of the 22 gods of the Aurora Society, and also a devout believer of the true creator."
"I don’t care who you are…"
Deadpool winked at Pietro frantically, signaling him to find a solution quickly.
"I was suddenly attacked, what can I do."
Pietro looked depressed and tried to contact Frank with the cross badge.
This is a new function he discovered.
The cross badges of the two of them can be used to contact Frank at any time.
"I’ll be there soon."
Frank has also been investigating this rapidly growing sect these days.
Hearing this, he drove the motorcycle to the fastest speed, smashed the church door with a bang, and rushed in.
Bang bang——
The motorcycle rushed towards the black inverted cross in the center of the church by inertia.
Frank was already flying in the air, pulling out the two Berettas at his waist, and firing bullets filled with rich holy light.
"It seems there are new guests."
Mr. A stood still.
And those believers had already transformed into terrifying monsters, their flesh and blood squirming, and they rushed towards the Punisher in dense crowds.
…….
