Marvel World Mixed Life

The moon and stars were sparse, and dark clouds covered half of the sky.

On the roof of a hotel in Rome, Li Mo and Dr. Doom suddenly appeared, and Marcus, who was burning with blue heavenly fire, was floating in front of them wrapped in tentacles.

"Old man, are you okay?" Li Mo asked with a sigh as he looked at Marcus who was struggling constantly.

"Heretics! Sinners!" Marcus yelled angrily, turning a deaf ear, burning the blue heavenly fire with all his strength, trying to burn off the tentacles and break free.

However, everything was in vain. The powerful flames that burned everything in the past were absorbed by the tentacles one after another. After struggling for a while, Marcus himself became weak for a while, and he could only curse weakly.

Li Mo ignored it, closed his eyes and carefully felt the situation in Marcus' body.

Ten minutes later, he slowly opened his eyes.

"How is it?" Doom asked from the side.

"Some troubles..." Li Mo frowned, "This kind of flame power is very strange, and it is tightly entangled with the soul. I have a way, but I must be very careful in the operation, and the time is not short. It takes one night."

Dum frowned after hearing this, "Let's get down to business first, maybe he will recover after solving the source."

"No." Li Mo turned around and smiled, staring into Dr. Doom's eyes and said, "He is my friend, and I don't want him to be in trouble just in case of an accident. The earth can be saved at any time, but the friend is gone. It's gone."

Dum was silent for a while, "Okay, you know that my goal has always been Mephisto, since you are all here, I will not interfere. I will wait for you in Las Vegas."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Li Mo to reply, he stretched out his hand and released a green light mist, which circled him like a whirlwind for a few times before disappearing.

Li Mo looked at the place where Doom disappeared and sighed, turned around and smiled at Marcus, who was still struggling in vain, and said, "Old man, it's your fate, I won't let you die."

…

next morning.

With the ringing of church bells, the city of Rome seemed to come alive.

In the park, in the streets and alleys, believers walked out of the tents they built, washed, ate and prayed, and changed into solemn clothes prepared in advance amidst laughter.

In various hotels, travelers who are dressed in new clothes and go out cleanly will also greet strangers who are also believers cordially, "The Lord is with you."

Crowds gathered one after another, and soon blocked the streets and alleys of Rome. On this day, almost no one drove to the streets. Many companies chose to rest, and many families were men, women and children.

There were too many people flocking to Rome, and not everyone had the opportunity to enter the inner city of the Vatican to admire the miracles, but the devout believers did not leave either. The city government of Rome paid a huge price to install three-dimensional projection equipment in various squares and crowded streets for live broadcasting.

The large mass will be held at ten o'clock in the morning, and from nine o'clock onwards, the devout believers have been unable to restrain their excitement. Some people hold up the Bible and recite it aloud, some people are tearfully kissing the cross, mixed with the crowd Priests from all over the world also began to set up sermons on the spot.

TV stations around the world have already parked news vans in important squares. Reporters kept interviewing the people on the scene, sending back reports and live news. Many countries have also specially opened up news columns to carry out live Live broadcast for believers who cannot attend, this is a grand event for the entire Christian world.

Important officials from many countries have already been invited to enter St. Peter's Square, the inner city of the Vatican. The Italian government attaches great importance to it and specially dispatched troops to Rome for security work.

Figures of straight-body planes kept flying in the sky, and the streets and alleys on the ground were guarded by police and soldiers with live ammunition.

Li Mo stood on the roof of the hotel and looked at the frenzied city under his feet. He turned around and said with a smile, "It's a lot of fun now. If these believers find out that the angels have fallen, I don't know how many people will collapse."

Marcus, who had recovered, was a little depressed, and said sadly: "These things should not be borne by them, they are just ordinary people, and I will expose the conspiracy of the Archangel Randekiel in front of everyone."

Li Mo shook his head, "You are making yourself uncomfortable. The believers will regard you as an anti-Christ. Leave it alone. I will solve this matter."

"No, some clergy must come forward." Marcus said very resolutely.

"Don't you already know the true colors of these angels?" Li Mo was a little surprised.

Marcus, an old tough guy, burst into tears, "Even if heaven becomes hell, my belief remains the same. God really exists. It is no longer a god, but a light in my heart, a kind of goodwill and insist on justice."

Li Mo shrugged after being silent for a while, "Well, since you insist, I'll give you a stage."

…

The inner city of the Vatican.

Those who can come here are truly devout believers. They keep reciting the Bible. Even though they are sweating in the crowd, their eyes are still full of fanatical faith.

10 o'clock in the morning.

The bells of the church near St. Peter's Square rang melodiously, and the crowded crowd suddenly fell silent, looking devoutly at the center of the square.

White guardrails have long been set up in the center of the square, leaving a spacious aisle and stage.

Accompanied by the sound of religious music, a group of old men in red robes and white top hats came out neatly.

The reporter at the scene quickly introduced: "Dear audience, what you are seeing now is the Vatican Cardinals. They are in charge of the operation of the entire Holy See. When they enter the venue, it means that the mass has officially started."

Behind the group of cardinals followed a group of black-clothed priests. They held censers burning precious incense in their hands, and the fragrance gradually spread as they shook gently.

Eight priests carried the huge throne and followed behind. The aged Pope in white robes sat on it with a calm face. He arrived in front of the stage, walked down with the support of two attendants, and came to the preaching table.

In the eyes of everyone, the Pope's old voice sounded: "In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth. The earth was void and formless, and the face of the deep was dark. The Spirit of God moved on the water. God said: Let there be light, and there was Light…"

After narrating the Genesis in the Bible, the pope stopped and looked at the crowd: "For countless years, miracles have not been repeated before the world. Some believers have even doubted it, and now, he has come."

"Archangel, Randekiel!"

As the pope shouted loudly, the choir resounded, and a light suddenly appeared in the center of the square. The tall Randekiel, wearing silver armor, spread his huge wings and slowly fell in the center of the beam of light.

The crowd was boiling, and there was no need for words at this moment. Many believers knelt down and wept, and the reporters went crazy. The cameras faithfully sent this scene to thousands of households, and the entire Christian world was filled with joy.

Randekiel was suspended in the air ten meters above the ground, looking at the fanatical crowd, his eyes were neither happy nor sad.

He didn't utter any words, but his own existence has already made the minds of countless believers go blank.

At this moment, he suddenly looked towards the sky, and many believers and members of the Holy See followed his line of sight, and the clever TV station photographers also moved their cameras upward.

In everyone's eyes, a figure wearing a black interstellar combat uniform and a black cardigan magic robe inlaid with a dark golden glowing magic circle slowly fell from the sky.

"Which Tentacle Man Li Mo is it!"

Many people recognized it immediately, and exclaimed: "Isn't he in the universe, how did he appear here?"

Li Mo also hovered and landed on the opposite side ten meters away from the archangel Randekiel, with a smile on his lips, shaking his head and saying: "You angels really shouldn't appear."

The archangel Randekiel didn't speak, and slowly drew out the great angel sword.

"Wait a minute." Li Mo quickly made a pause gesture, "I don't want to fight with you right now, but I have a friend who wants to say a few words."

Archangel Randekiel didn't speak after listening, but showed a mocking smile, and waved with one hand, indicating that please go ahead.

Li Mo shrugged, and immediately, Marcus, who was wrapped in tentacles, suddenly appeared on the stage.

In the eyes of everyone, he first looked at the Pope with blue eyes and sighed, then took the microphone.

"God is with us!" Marcus looked at the eyes looking at him in pairs, and after drawing a cross on his chest, his sad voice sounded: "I am Marcus, the leader of the exorcist force directly under the Holy See, here In the name of God, everything I said is true, two months ago, we received the revelation of the angel descending..."

After telling the story again, Marcus's eyes were full of tears, "That's the way it is, the Holy See is right, believers are right, and those superheroes are right, we just didn't think of it, symbolizing freedom, mercy and pardon, and Archangel Michael, who is also the commander of the battle angel, Randekiel...like Lucifer back then, he chose to fall and betrayed God!"

Countless believers in the square stared at him in disbelief at first, and then filled with boundless anger.

"How dare you slander the Archangel!"

"You Antichrist!"

"Burn this man tempted by the devil!"

The whole body roared one after another. Although some people began to have doubts, they did not dare to speak out in this fanatical atmosphere.

Although Marcus began to explain and swear, his anxious and mournful voice was quickly drowned out by the noisy and frantic shouts of the believers.

Some people pointed their targets at Li Mo who was suspended in mid-air, and some even threw objects at him frantically. Of course, those things are always bounced off by an invisible force.

Tony and Strange, who had been hiding at the side for a long time, saw this situation and didn't care about any plans, they came directly to Li Mo's side and stood firmly with him.

Li Mo didn't care about these, but looked worriedly at Marcus who was still explaining in vain.

"Human beings are really stupid." Li Mo smiled wryly at Strange next to him, then glanced at the enthusiastic crowd in St. Peter's Square, and a somewhat annoyed voice said, "All of you...shut up!"

The sound of the cast of magic resounded through the heaven and earth like thunder, suppressing the noise in the square with a rumbling tail, spreading farther and farther to cover the entire city of Rome.

"Randekil!" Li Mo turned his head and stared into the eyes of the archangel, "Why don't you speak?"

In the eyes of everyone, Randekil chuckled, and his melodious voice resounded throughout the square, "He's right!"

The believers fell silent for a moment, and they stared at the angel in the light with disbelief, feeling as if the sky had collapsed.

"God will punish you!"

Some believers broke down and cried.

"God?!"

"Hahaha..." Randekil turned around abruptly after hearing this, "Where is he?"

His expression has become a little crazy, he looked up to the sky and roared angrily: "Did you hear that, your believers are asking where you are? Show up quickly, and send divine punishment to kill me!...Come on!"

After roaring like a lunatic for a while, Randekiel lowered his head and shrugged, "As you can see, he's not here, never will be..."

"No, he's in our hearts!"

Marcus's angry voice sounded, "He is the light, he is the truth, righteousness and holiness..."

"Shut up idiot!"

Randekiel interrupted Marcus with some annoyance, the armor on his body continued to turn black, his originally fair and handsome face like a sculpture also turned gray, his pupils glowed red, and the color of the huge white wings gradually darkened , and eventually became as black as ink.

Showing the image of a fallen angel, he raised his hands, and a group of fallen angels with black wings slowly descended from the sky.

This group of fallen angels pulled out their big black swords and surrounded Li Mo and the others heavily. The crowd in the square was finally scared, and fled out in a panic and confusion.

Randekiel's originally melodious and clear voice became hoarse and rough with echoes.

"You ants don't know anything at all..."

"He only brings you disappointment!"

"You... just want a god."

"In this case, I will give you a god."

"At the price of your souls."

"Today... I will step on the supreme throne!"