Superman of the American Comics

It has been two weeks since the eight candidates for the supremacy battle of the supreme mage came to the town of San Francisco.

Each of them began to act and began to implement what they thought was "salvation".

Rocky, the princess of Asgard, the God of pranks and tricks, took her silly brother and found the mayor first.

"What? There's gold buried under the ground in the town of San Francisco?"

The mayor met the two foreigners in his office and learned a surprising news.

"That's right."

Rocky held the tortoise shell glasses on the bridge of his nose and said solemnly.

She changed her dress, wearing a black lace top hat and a pair of long riding boots.

The white shirt with a half high collar and the trousers of a suit are particularly capable and valiant.

Of course, it is also in line with the image of female scholars she designed.

"We are geologists from the Royal College of England. After careful investigation and repeated confirmation, we believe that there are huge gold deposits buried underground in the town."

Seeing the suspicion on the mayor's face, rocky said in a determined tone. He took out a pile of drawings from the satchel hanging around his waist, which described the terrain and landform near the town.

To win people's trust, you have to act like a professional.

Rocky thought she had no problem pretending.

The mayor's distrust must have come from sol.

He is more like a bodyguard than a geologist.

"Mr. Mayor, you see, here and here, the undiscovered and mined gold is buried here."

Rocky reached for two places and said in a low voice.

"I have explored the rock composition around here and verified the age. It is preliminarily determined that a gold mine with rich reserves is underground in San Francisco."

She said excitedly and danced.

Expectant eyes and excited tone constitute exquisite acting skills.

Almost let sol standing aside begin to doubt whether there is really a gold mine waiting for the town residents to mine.

"What do you want to do?"

Without suspense, the mayor was moved.

There has indeed been a gold rush in the western region, which has attracted an endless stream of adventurers in the past century.

With a dream of making a fortune, they took the train and trekked to this desolate land.

At that time, everyone said that gold was everywhere in the West.

They are exposed on the river bed. They can find large pieces of gold by simply digging.

However, in fact, not many people in the vast gold rush brigade have become rich.

Those who really earn the first pot of gold are actually businessmen who provide services for gold miners.

"We can provide professional opinions, mining methods and some machinery and equipment."

Rocky showed shrewdness and offered: "but I need a lot of workers to dig."

"That's no problem. But how should the salary be settled?"

The mayor touched his beard.

He had believed the two foreigners in front of him.

Although the gold rush in the western region has long passed, people's longing for gold and the desire to get rich overnight have never cooled down.

If the town of San Francisco is underground, there is an undiscovered gold mine waiting to be mined.

Well, this is good news for everyone.

"That's what I want to say."

Rocky smiled as if he had already thought about it.

"The reason why I found Mr. Mayor, I hope you can tilt in this regard and reach cooperation."

"The remuneration of workers is a great expense. I want to buy mining equipment and hire a professional team. I must consume a lot of money in the early stage."

The mayor frowned slightly, understood Rocky's meaning, and asked uncertainly, "you mean, I'll pay the workers..."

"That's right. It's like taking shares. For every ounce of gold mined in the future, one third of it is yours, Mr. Mayor."

Rocky said slowly.

The mayor hesitated, thought it over for a while, and finally nodded vigorously.

Westerners are always irresistible to the temptation of gold.

"San Francisco has no gold."

Out of the mayor's office, sol scratched his head.

He didn't know why rocky took the trouble to weave a lie. Did it help him pass the test?

"I know. But people want gold."

Rocky put his hands behind his back and said with his mouth slightly tilted: "the small town residents of San Francisco sell their souls to the devil and become degenerates."

"Therefore, every night, the desire for violence, greed and killing will urge everyone to commit beast like criminal acts."

"The test question set by Emperor Weishan is' Salvation '. But what is salvation?"

"Let them be redeemed and ascended to heaven?"

"It's impossible. It's hard to forgive the fallen who betray God."

"A lot of wealth, a good life and a bright future... These are what people yearn for."

"I give the people of San Francisco a goal and make them fantasize. Isn't this a kind of salvation?"

Asgard's princess smiled cunningly. The day and night of Saint Vincent are one and two sides.

She believes that as long as the town residents are calm in the daytime in some way, they can be saved at night.

"Dreams are the most satisfying."

Rocky murmured softly, with complex emotions hidden in his eyes.

"But they always wake up."

Sol said hesitantly.

Rocky raised his chin and said proudly, "don't forget, I'm a master of illusion."

……

……

"The dark dimension is not only a place of peace of mind, but also a place of eternal immortality. There is no concept of time, let alone death."

Casillas was like a devout preacher. He handed out handwritten leaflets and kept telling them.

At the beginning, the residents of the small town of San Francisco maintained an attitude of exclusion, ridicule and contempt for the pagan.

But in the next few days, Casillas showed an unusual side.

He is like a ascetic who has never eaten.

Five or six days later, no water came in.

Still energetic and ruddy.

In addition to distributing leaflets and announcing doctrines every day.

Is to sit at the entrance of the town and meditate.

People's curiosity began to grow. They took the initiative to approach Casillas and ask why the dark dimension and domam are specific.

"Domam is the ruler of the dark dimension. His believers will have eternal life after returning to the embrace of darkness."

Casillas said seriously.

He spread out his hands and a bright and warm light slowly emerged.

Seeing such a miraculous scene, those small town residents began to understand more deeply, and then some people became believers.

In this way, Protestantism appeared in Saint Vincent.

Every day, Casillas prayed and preached with a growing number of believers.

From the initial twos and threes to the momentum, it took only more than a week.

"You learned this in Kama Taj?"

Modu stopped Casillas, who was about to become the leader of religion, and asked coldly.

Behind his head, the triple halo is bright and dazzling.

The powerful momentum of the legendary mage rose.

"Spiritual belief is indispensable to everyone."

Cassilias has purple and black lines in his eyes. The energy of the dark dimension erodes his body and provides him with a steady stream of abundant magic.

"When I was most helpless, I heard about the supreme mage and the camataj, so I tried my best to find the legendary place."

"When Gu Yi showed those 'miracles' and opened the door of magic, I thought I met the mentor of my heart and believed everything he said."

"But he's a liar, modu."

Casillas looked at his former classmates from a distance, with a sneer on his lips.

In the admonition of Kamata Taj, it is expressly prohibited that secret magicians can only worship the emperor of Mount Victoria and shall not contact with other dimensional demons and gods.

Even using spells, such as satorak's Scarlet chain and raggador's ring.

It's just a temporary loan, not a contract and full of trust.

"Guyi, he broke his oath."

Casillas said angrily.

"Behind the mask of the supreme mage's brightness, greatness and selfless dedication, he is actually an old liar!"

Modu closed his lips. He didn't believe what Casillas said.

A magic wand suddenly appeared, with strands of electric light lingering, revealing the smell of destruction.

"What? You want to solve the problem by force?"

Casillas glanced at the increasingly dazzling triple aura, which was the embodiment of the spirit of the three mages who signed a contract with modu.

He didn't think he would lose to modu.

In fact, had it not been for the fact that strange's contractor was too strong, he ended the second game in a simple way that everyone expected.

Casillas is ready to make a real settlement with modu at that time.

"I will defeat you squarely, after passing the test of weishandi."

Don't spend a moment of silence and turn away.

His grudges with Casillas will be settled later.

The top priority is to finish the last game and get the approval of visander.

Casillas used faith and religion to deceive and fool the residents of the small town of San Francisco, so as to "save" them.

In modu's view, this is just a crooked way and can't last long.

If you want to redeem those fallen souls, you can only rely on the right way.

"The deformity of limbs does not mean that your heart and soul are also incomplete."

Modu said so.

He learned from the supreme mage and paid patience, tolerance and kindness.

Try to save every decadent and desperate poor man and tell them how the spirit controls the body.

Incredible medical miracles continue to appear in San Francisco.

Half paralyzed patients who can't stand on their legs can run.

The blind old man sees the light again.

Losers, cheer up.

Soon, modu was regarded as a master and received a group of firm supporters.

……

……

"Steven, have you figured out how to practice your 'Salvation'?"

Luke quipped when he saw strange with a sad face and no clue.

"Rocky regards the town residents as a donkey, hangs a carrot in front of them, and drives the workers to work hard and make efforts with gold. As long as the beautiful dream is not broken, everything can be maintained."

"Casillas became a religious leader, preaching, praying and preaching teachings every day. He told everyone that reality is full of life, old age and death, while domam's dark dimension has eternal life and peace."

"While curing the physical disability of the people in the town, modu taught them how to face life."

"Dr. voodoo, secret guest... Everyone is actively completing the examination questions of weishandi."

The more he listened, the tighter his brow.

After a while, he shook his head and said, "I don't know what to do."

"I can't even save myself. How can I save others?"

There was a touch of self mockery on strange's face. He used to be a doctor who pursued fame and wealth and was blind and proud.

After a car accident broke him into the dust from the upper class life of the elite class, lost everything and became the bottom, he began to reflect on his previous mistakes.

"I can't understand them."

Strange said.

"The inhabitants of the town of San Francisco, who were deceived by Mephisto and surrendered their souls."

"If I were a former Dr. Stephen strange, I would feel that this was the price I should have borne."

"I will stand high and laugh at their stupidity."

Luke nodded, which is indeed a common style of the elite.

Ridicule those who make mistakes, accuse them of their ridicule, and give a good opinion by the way.

"But now I'm master strange, a guy who has suffered and found himself."

"Therefore, I should sympathize with them and want to save them."

"But I have no idea what to do."

Strange showed his confusion without concealment. He didn't think the practices of his competitors could be very effective.

Deceptive lies will always be punctured. Blind faith is a rootless tree. If you pay kindness, you may not reap kindness

It is so difficult to save a person.

How to save 3000 people?

"Can you teach me?"

Strange looked at his contractor.

"Frankly speaking, I have no experience in this field."

Luke shrugged and saw a glimmer of disappointment in strange's eyes. He smiled and said, "but I have a suggestion that is not too good or too bad."

"When you don't know what to do, you might as well put yourself in the position of the supreme mage."

Strange was silent for a long time, and his frown stretched slowly.

"I see!"

He smiled.

"You mean to say that if you can't use other means to save the evil souls of those fallen."

"It's better to solve the problem directly from the source! I'll go to Mephisto now!"

Strange took a deep breath and his eyes were full of determination.

From the hands of the old devil, take back the Saint Vincent's covenant and liberate the souls of those sinners!

"Er..."

Looking at strange who put on the magic anti armor and opened the transmission channel, Luke couldn't cry or laugh.

"In fact, I want to say... Forget it, this idea is also right."

Anyway, the supreme mage who hasn't beaten Mephisto is not a qualified supreme mage.