Superman of the American Comics

San Francisco used to be a good place with simple folk customs and outstanding people.

Although it has not yet reached the level of not finding anything on the road and staying indoors at night.

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

It can be predicted that if a civilized town is selected in the west, Saint Vincent Gonzalez will certainly be the top.

However, fate often likes to make a bad joke on people when they are caught off guard.

One day, the old devil stepped into San Francisco.

He deceived the mayor and bewitched the sheriff.

Provoke the greed of small town residents and amplify their selfishness.

Finally, through another carefully planned plot.

God who makes everyone go to the road of degeneration and betray their faith.

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

Carter sley, who was holding a horse, said in a deep voice.

"Later, Mephisto ordered me to get back the contract for him and open the door to hell."

"I ran away and hid until the supreme mage found me."

Carter shrey was a young Texas mounted policeman.

He was arrested and imprisoned for his own greed.

In order to be free, he sold his soul to Mephisto and became the evil spirit Knight selected by the other party.

"What about the contract?"

Strange walked into the town and kept looking.

Everything didn't seem as bad as Carter shrey said. The residents of the town didn't react too much except to cast curious eyes on outsiders.

They all looked so kind that they couldn't see where to be saved.

"Mephisto still got it."

Said the old cowboy regretfully.

"But he didn't open the door to the world and hell. The supreme mage stopped the old devil's plan."

"But the souls of 3000 fallen people in the small town of San Francisco will always be enslaved by him."

"They are tainted with sin and betray God. They can't go to heaven and can't get out of Mephisto's control."

Carter shrey suddenly stopped, looked at this seemingly normal calm Town, shook his head and said, "what you see now is just the projection of the crack in hell."

"The real town of San Francisco has long been dilapidated and forgotten."

Hearing that story, strange felt a little heavy.

"How can I save them?"

He asked subconsciously.

"I can't give you the answer. This is the test of emperor weishandi."

Carter shrey shrugged. He also hoped that someone would give a complete relief to the small town residents of San Francisco.

The three thousand suffering souls still have no rest.

"You can move freely in the town."

Carter shrey left this sentence and rode away.

He is just the guide and spectator of the game.

"You're on your own, Steven."

Luke patted strange on the shoulder and said the game was up to you.

Compared with the first two games, with a definite goal, the final test is obviously much harder.

Weishandi did not promulgate any rules, but delineated a vague scope, and the rest should rely on the participants to explore and find out by themselves.

"By the way, friendly suggestions. If you can't think of what to do, you might as well look at those competitors."

Luke is going to find a hotel and fish down.

He didn't intend to ignore strange and let the other party play by himself.

However, there is too little information at present, and it needs to be observed for some time.

"Competitors..."

Strange thought.

In the face of the problems given by Emperor VisANT, what will modu and Casillas do to their former fellow disciples?

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As night fell, before their settled participants made any action, they found that the atmosphere in the small town of San Francisco had changed greatly.

During the day, warm-hearted residents, talkative sheriff, tavern owners who answer all questions... Everyone seems to have changed again.

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

"It feels bad."

Sol frowned. He walked outside the hotel with rocky, and a group of bad looking strong men slowly surrounded him.

Originally, two or three people hung far behind, and more and more people joined along the way.

"You, go away! She, stay!"

The head guy looked straight at Rocky without paying any attention to sol.

"Flirting with my... Sister?"

Sol couldn't bear it. He would rather accept others molesting himself than forgive these gangsters for thinking about his sister.

This is the bottom line that can't be violated as a sister control!

"You should learn a lesson!"

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

The strong physique of Asgard people is a crushing situation in the face of gangsters in the small town of San Francisco.

He broke into the siege alone and beat the whole bunch of guys who didn't have eyes.

However, the storm did not stop.

The brawl attracted more attention.

The men in the town came in one by one.

It's like what an interesting game it is that attracts them.

Soon, the situation got out of control.

Sol was alone and had to face hundreds of people.

Fist, iron bar, pitchfork... All kinds of things, greet him.

Although it's not painful or itchy, it makes people feel irritable.

Boom!

There was a gunshot.

The revolver shot hit sol in the chest.

This did not cause substantial harm to him.

But the gunfire echoed under the night sky, like opening a gate, released the tyranny and killing desire of the residents of San Francisco.

"Rocky..."

Sol saw more people coming up, with a fierce light in their eyes, and stretched out his right hand.

The atmosphere burst, and the storm axe whirled around the electric light, sweeping away the residents of the town like mowing grass.

"Is this the real side of the town of San Francisco, which sells its soul to the devil?"

Luke, who watched this scene, seemed to have guessed something.

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The next day, early in the morning.

When the sun shines on San Francisco, the town seems to be alive and vibrant.

"They're not dead?"

Throughout the night, sol, who was guilty of killing many small town residents, saw the men who had clashed with him. He was a little silly.

They were completely free from the tyranny and ferocity of last night. They greeted each other warmly with a smile.

As if nothing had happened.

"I see. The residents of this town sell their souls to the devil, so they behave so terrible at night."

After last night's experience, rocky was relieved in her eyes. She nodded gently and said, "they have lost their souls and have long died. They are non-existent 'people'."

"Even if you kill the whole town, these people will be reset at the moment of sunrise."

"Day and night are the past and present of San Francisco, one and two sides."

Sol scratched his head. It seemed to him that rocky was too complicated to understand.

"You don't have to understand. Just do what I say."

Rocky didn't expect the silly brother to use her poor IQ. Her beautiful eyes turned around and whispered, "let's go to the mayor first."