Warlock of the Marvel Universe

Chapter 381 I can postpone your trial

"It's a big topic, and you have a lot of questions." I don't know whether it was because he knew he was dead or for other reasons. The leader of the monks was now quite relaxed. When facing Evanson, who had imprisoned his soul, he actually There is no trace of nervousness. "I know all the answers to these questions, but why should I tell you and what can you give me?"

Evanson raised his eyebrows, why do you charge for chatting with me? You really deserve to be a monk. "Are you bargaining with me?"

"Of course." The leader of the monks admitted unabashedly in response to the implicitly threatening accusation, "Only I can answer your question, whether it is the Pope of the Holy See, the classics they preserve, or someone who claims to be able to reveal everything. Even the Dead Sea Documents of the truth cannot answer your doubts.”

The leader of the monks said proudly, "This phenomenon seems to be called monopoly outside."

"Hmph," Evanson sneered, "The premise of monopoly is that you have the ability to protect everything you control, and you." Evanson flicked his finger, and a purple light bead the size of a pigeon egg flew into the soul of the monk leader. "You seem to have not understood the current situation and do not know what the consequences of disobeying me will be."

Torturing the soul is a warlock's specialty, and Evanson has also done a lot of research on this. Of course, it is only a theoretical study. This is the first time he has put it into practice, so he can practice his skills.

As the light bead entered his body, the leader of the monks seemed to have suffered the greatest pain. He knelt down tremblingly, but he suppressed the screams. This surprised Evenson slightly. He didn't expect this guy to be so strong.

He slowly raised his head and replied with twitching lips, "I have seen my situation and fate clearly. For me, is there any better fate and better situation than now?"

"What?" Evanson frowned and removed his spell. He was a little confused by the monk leader's words.

"I want to talk about my real master." The leader of the monks took a few big breaths. Although he no longer needed to breathe in his current state, he still did it habitually. "You can ask such a question again, I guess you Already know that my master is not God."

"I will answer your question for free." The monk leader said with a twisted smile, "My master is Mephisto, one of the Seven Lords of Hell."

"I guess so." Evanson shrugged. He had expected this answer and was not surprised. "So, you think that old guy will protect you and save your soul from my hands." Stop dreaming."

"I have never had such a ridiculous dream." The leader of the monks stood up from the ground with difficulty. "I failed to complete the things he told me. After I die, my soul will only fall into his hands and live in hell. He suffered endless torture."

"Is there a worse situation than that? Is there a more miserable ending than that?" The leader of the monks took a step forward. "For me, even if the soul dies completely and turns into nothingness, it is hundreds of times better than that."

"So, if your method of torturing me is not as good as that one, I advise you not to put in the effort."

"Yeah" Evanson sighed and rubbed his brow.Damn, that’s not easy. It’s like a person who has been sentenced to death. Will he still care if you shoot him now?

"Maybe I don't need you to speak." Evanson got down from the table and clapped his fingers. "For a warlock, there are no secrets in the soul. I can crush your soul into pieces, Pick out the useful things. I promise, this process will be very, very painful."

"Please do it." The leader of the monks acted very bachelorly, and he wanted to face me head-on. "If this method was so effective, you wouldn't talk so much nonsense to me."

"Ah" Evanson growled in frustration, the most difficult thing to do for a guy like him who risked everything.

He could indeed crush the soul in front of him into pieces and find out what he wanted to know.However, who has ever tried to find their target among a hundred T files without using a search engine?

Alas, I

It would be nice to have a demon judge, this kind of demon is best at dealing with the current situation.

"Okay." Evanson sighed helplessly, "I won't give you too much, so don't think about resurrection or anything."

"Then what can you give me?" Seeing that Evanson's attitude softened, the monk leader breathed a sigh of relief.

Evanson lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then blew the smoke on the face of the monk leader, "You are afraid of the black hell. Your whole life will be spent here. Your failure will be punished." As punishment, I can give you a chance to escape and postpone your doomsday judgment."

"How long should you delay?" the monk leader immediately asked. The more a person knows how serious his crime is and how terrifying hell is, he will seize the opportunity to escape at all costs.

"100 years." Evanson flicked the ashes and said, "You can live an extra 100 years in this state of immortality."

The leader of the monks was greatly moved, but after looking at Evanson, he asked with some disbelief, "Can you still live for 100 years?"

"No problem if nothing happens." Evanson said, as long as I can survive, I can live as long as I want.

"So you can tell me what I want to know now."

"Okay, okay." The monk leader thought about it and decided to accept this condition. In fact, as long as he doesn't go to hell, he can do anything with him. "Which part do you want to hear first, angels or God?"

"I saw the murals here. To be honest, I was surprised by the identity of the angels. It's not that I didn't recognize them. I knew they were pure alien creatures. I just didn't expect them to exist on earth, so I wanted to know. How many angels are there, and is God like them?”

"I'm so knowledgeable. I didn't expect anyone besides us to know the identity of the angel." The leader of the monks was stunned for a moment and said, "According to the secret passed down by word of mouth among the leaders of our temple, there is only one angel, but it will appear in different ways." The form shows different abilities, sometimes it is light, sometimes it is holy fire, so mortals who do not know the truth imagine that there are ten angels, but in fact he only has one."

"One" Evanson nodded. There is only one Naaru. This should be considered good news.

"What about God?" Evanson continued.

"God and angels are completely different." The leader of the monks replied affirmatively. "Just like the legend, Victory has the form of a human, and for a long time, God has always maintained a detached state from this world, rarely interfering with human beings. Faith almost never deliberately spreads its own glory.”

"This state remained until the first year of the Christian era, when angels came from the distant outside world and proposed to God that they should guide mankind to the other side of light."

"God agreed." Evanson felt that this proposal was indeed in line with mainland China's consistent style.

"I didn't agree, but I didn't refuse either." The leader of the monks shook his head. "God thought that mortals should guide it, but the plan proposed by the angel was too radical, so he only adopted part of it and used a gentle method to guide it. "

"I don't think the Christian way of preaching can be called moderate." Evenson curled his lips and said.It was okay in the early days, but later on, the Crusades, the Inquisition, and the Witch Trials were all bloody and brutal.

"Besides, what's going on with you?" Evanson pointed to the leader of the monks. "God and angels have decided to guide mankind, but they are a church with a long history, a church that holds ancient secrets. All the leaders of the past are servants of the devil. , how do they tolerate this? As far as I know, that angel can't tolerate sand in his eyes."

"Moreover, Hell has done something to this world not once or twice. Where are the gods and angels who decided to guide this world? Why did they never stop it? Don't tell me they think this is a test for mortals."

After hearing this, the face of the monk leader gradually became distorted, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Because God and angels are long gone, they have abandoned this world long ago."