Marvel’s Superman

St. Vincent was once also a good place with simple folk customs and outstanding people.

Although he has not yet arrived at the level where he does not pick up things, he does not close the door at night.

However, under the joint management of the sheriff and the mayor, there have been no crimes such as theft or vendetta for several years.

Whether it's gold diggers, ranchers, locals, everyone gets along in harmony.

It is foreseeable that if the western part of the city is selected as a civilized town, St. Vincent will surely come out on top.

It's just that fate often likes to play a bad joke on people when they are caught off guard.

One day, the old devil stepped into St. Vincent.

He deceived the mayor and bewitched the sheriff.

Incite the greed of the town residents and magnify their inner selfishness.

Finally, through another carefully planned conspiracy.

The God who makes all people go down the road of depravity and turn their backs on their beliefs.

"Three thousand fallen souls, sealed in a contract."

Carter-Sley, who was leading a horse, said solemnly.

"Later, Mephisto ordered me to retrieve the contract for him and open the gates of hell."

"I learned the truth, with fear and only a trace of conscience in my heart, I ran away and hid until I was found by the Supreme Master."

Carter-Slay, originally a young Texas Ranger.

He was arrested and imprisoned because of his own greed.

In order to gain his freedom, he sold his soul to Mephisto and became the chosen Ghost Rider.

Later, Carter-Srey was driven to go to St. Vincent to take the contract book that contained 3,000 fallen souls.

At the last moment, he betrayed the old devil and took away the contract.

The widely circulated "Western Shadow" just disappeared.

"What about the contract?"

Strange, who walked into the town, kept looking around.

Everything didn't seem as bad as Carter-Slay said, and the residents of the town didn't react too radically except to cast curious glances at the outsider.

They all looked kind and didn't see where to be saved.

"Still taken by Mephisto."

Said the old cowboy regretfully.

"But he failed to open the gates of the world and hell. The Supreme Mage stopped the old devil's plan."

"It's just the small town of St. Vincent, the souls of the three thousand fallen will always be enslaved by him and cannot be freed."

"They are stained with sin, they have turned their backs on God, they can't go to heaven, and they can't escape the control of Mephisto."

Carter-Sley suddenly stopped, looked at this seemingly normal and peaceful town, shook his head and said, "What you are seeing now is just the projection of the fissure in hell."

"The real town of St. Verganza has long since fallen into disrepair and has been forgotten."

Hearing that past incident, Strange felt a little heavy.

"Then how can I save them?"

he asked subconsciously.

"I can't give you the answer. This is the test of Wei Shandi for you."

Carter-Sley shrugged, and he also hoped that someone could give the residents of St. Van Gonzalz a complete relief.

Those 3,000 suffering souls have yet to rest in peace and are suffering.

"You can move freely in the town."

Carter-Sley left this sentence, and then rode away.

He's just a guide and a bystander in this game.

"You're on your own, Stephen."

Luke patted Strange on the shoulder, indicating that this game is up to you to play.

Compared with the previous two games, with exact goals, the final test is obviously much harder.

Emperor Weishan did not set any rules, but only delineated a vague range, and the rest depended on the participants to explore and discover.

"By the way, friendly advice, if you can't figure out what to do, you might as well look at the options of those competitors."

Luke is going to find a hotel at random, and then go fishing.

He didn't intend to ignore Strange and let the other party play on his own.

It's just that there is too little information so far, and it will take some time to observe.

"Competitors..."

Strange thought thoughtfully.

In the face of the difficult problem given by Weishandi, what will Mordo and Casillas do to their former classmates?

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...

As night fell, and the participants who had settled down had not yet made any moves, they found that the atmosphere in the town of St. Vincent had changed drastically.

During the day, the enthusiastic residents, the talkative sheriff, the tavern owner who can answer questions... all of them seem to have changed.

They stared at the foreigners who broke into the town with hostile and hateful eyes.

"It doesn't feel good."

Sol frowned. He and Loki walked outside the inn, and a group of strong men with bad expressions slowly gathered around.

Originally, two or three people were hanging far behind, and more and more people joined in along the way.

"You, go away! She, stay!"

The guy in the lead stared straight at Loki, ignoring Thor at all.

"To tease me...sister?"

Sol couldn't bear it. He would rather let others tease him than forgive these gangsters for thinking about his sister.

This is the bottom line that cannot be violated as a sister control!

"You deserve a lesson!"

Sol rolled up his sleeves and greeted him with a fist.

The powerful physique of the Asgardians is simply crushing the situation in the face of the gangsters in the small town of St. Vincent.

He single-handedly smashed through the siege, and then beat the crap out of this bunch of scumbags.

However, the storm did not stop there.

The brawl drew more attention.

The men in the town joined one by one.

Like it's some kind of fun game that draws them in.

Soon, things got out of hand.

Sol is alone and needs to face the beating of hundreds of people.

Fists, iron rods, pitchforks... all kinds of things greeted him.

Although it is not painful or itchy, it can make people feel irritable.

Bang!

A shot went off.

The bullet from the revolver hit Thor's chest.

It didn't do him any real harm.

But the sound of gunshots echoing in the night sky seemed to open a gate, releasing the tyranny and killing desire of the residents of the small town of St. Vincent.

"Loki..."

Sol saw more people gathered around, with a fierce light in their eyes, they stretched out their right hand directly.

The atmosphere roared, and the storm tomahawk swirls around at high speed, sweeping away the residents of the town like mowing grass.

Disputes caused by a dozen people turned into fights of hundreds of people, and then into a violent feast of thousands of people.

All of this is like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger and harder to contain.

"This is the town of St. Verganza that sold its soul to the devil. Is it the real side?"

Luke, who was watching this scene, seemed to have guessed something.

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...

The next day, early in the morning.

When the sun shines on San Verganza, the town seems to come alive and come alive.

"They didn't die?"

Throughout the night, Sol was guilty of killing many of the town's residents.

Seeing those men who conflicted with him appear in front of him, he couldn't help being a little dumbfounded.

They didn't have the tyranny and ferocity of last night at all.

All smiles and greeted warmly.

Some people even took the initiative to serve a pie, saying it was a gift for foreigners.

"How is this going?"

Sol looked puzzled.

"Is this Groundhog Day?"

Thor remembered a movie he had seen on Earth.

Obviously there was a large bloodshed last night, with many casualties.

But until today, it seems like nothing happened.

It's like the time has been reset.

"I see. The inhabitants of this town sell their souls to the devil, that's why they act so horrible at night."

After last night's encounter, Loki's eyes flashed, she nodded lightly, and said, "They have lost their souls, they have long since died, and they are 'people' that do not exist."

"Even if you slaughtered the whole town, these people will be reappeared the moment the sun rises."

"Day and night are equivalent to the past and present of St. Vincent, two sides of one."

Thor scratched his head, and to his ears, Loki was too complicated to understand.

"You don't have to understand, just do as I say."

Loki didn't expect the silly old man to use his barren IQ. She rolled her beautiful eyes and said in a low voice, "Let's go to Mr. Mayor first."