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"I ......"

Stunned by the Ash's terrifying questioning, Steve opened his mouth to say something, but ultimately couldn't say anything.

"Go, Steve," Ember's voice was low and gentle, as if it were resounding in the middle of the rage, "it's time for you to make your choice." ”

"What should I do?"

Captain America's eyes were full of confusion, and his voice was hollow like cotton wool fluttering in the wind, no longer as firm and passionate as just now.

"It's a question of yourself, of your own heart......."

The corners of his mouth behind the mask rose slightly, and Ember continued to guide in a soft voice like an angel caring for flowers and insects, "Think of your mother, Steve!"

"She has cared for you gently, lovingly, and magnanimously, watching you and thinking of you. ”

"But what about you?"

With this rhetorical question, a familiar scene appeared in Steve's mind:

The baby was crawling up and down the top of the mound, smiling unusually heartily, and suddenly, as if he had seen something interesting, he picked up a well-preserved, blood-dripping head from the pile of corpses with his fleshy little hands.

Curious, he pulled an azure eyeball out of its socket.

Drop your head down the hill and let it roll in the empty cavern until it's covered in dust.

The baby grabbed the eyeballs, put them in front of his eyes and looked at each other, babbling and laughing, pure and happy.

Soon, the eyeballs were no longer fresh to him, and he threw them down as if he had discarded some unwanted garbage!

"What a look!"

The picture freezes on Ember's body, and his emotion echoes in his mind.

Steve stood numb, blankly faced, and then, as if infected by the voice in his head, muttered, "How alike!"

It is indeed very similar, his mother used to be like this "greedy" to keep her eyes on him, and the two were choked up several times during the last phone call.

She wanted to see her son one last time, but in the end she chose to give up.

When she was dying, she may have regretted why she didn't muster up the courage, and she must have been as lonely as the dusty head and discarded eyes.

But her son, the son who wanted to join the army, avenge his father, and become a great man to end this unjust war, did not hear the grievances and expectations in his mother's words, did not find the loopholes that his mother showed when she was unwilling to explain the reason for her choking, or deliberately or unintentionally, and did not offer to visit his mother.

Until she died alone in the hospital bed, holding the microphone in her hand, her face slightly distorted by pain.

The stupid son still believed in the flawed lie, believed that his mother had been transferred from work, believed that he was too busy with work to visit, and believed that a tuberculosis nurse he knew was infected with the disease and died several times on the phone.

......

A scarlet blood mist appeared out of nowhere, pouring into Steve's body along his seven orifices.

"What a look!"

Ember, who was standing next to Steve, spoke again, and his voice was no longer emotional and bantering, but with a little sadness of a female voice.

In an instant, the eyes of the corpse that died on the hospital bed in my mind opened, the corpse that died of mustard gas on the battlefield opened its eyes, and the corpse in the trench that was sizzling with flames "opened its eyes.......

They spoke together and whispered in unison: "How like!"

"No—"

Steve let out a low roar like a beast cornered, as if he was at a loss for something.

The mound of corpses reappeared in front of his eyes, and it began to vibrate.

The corpses of various shapes reinstated, and blood-colored mist converged on the corpses.

The baby swam in the mist of blood like a demon of purgatory, biting at its heart and liver, grabbing handfuls of stump fragments in its hands and stuffing them into a mouth that seemed to never be filled.

Suddenly, he sensed Steve's snooping, and he looked up.

There was no more naivety and ignorance on his face, he smiled evilly, and his tone was full of mockery: "How similar!"

"No—"

Steve's refusal was filled with panic, and then he said in a hurried tone like a man in the water grasping the last straw, "It's him, he's the devil, he did it all!"

"Yes......"

Ember softly agreed.

He looked at the hill in front of him without any change and the still ignorant baby, and said to Steve, who only had the whites of his eyes left and seemed to be frightened by something, "It's all his fault!"

"He is the root, the demon, the evil in your heart, the sin that you dare not speak to anyone!"

"I should ...... How?"

Steve's mood had indeed stabilized under Ember's reassuring words, but the hollow tone showed that he had lost himself more and more, and the blood mist poured into his seven orifices like a tidal wave of bursting embankments, and the scarlet magic patterns lingered on his mask-covered face.

The lingering pattern converged towards the center of its brow, the mask that swollen against the skin was full of folds, and it seemed that a fleshworm was climbing the drill rope underneath.

"You want to atone for your sins!"

"Cast out the devil from you!"

Ember chuckled, his tone was still the same, but it was full of demagogy: "Kill him, get rid of your sins, and you will have a new life!"

"I can't ......"

The sense of crisis that rose from the bottom of his heart made Steve's face appear struggling, and Ember was not in a hurry, still emphasizing softly: "Kill him!"

"I should ......"

"Kill him!"

"I ......"

"Kill him!"

"I'm going to ...... Kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the magic patterns under the mask seemed to have found a unified unity, and they were entrenched in the center of Steve's eyebrows, and finally condensed into a rune of the Blood Moon Prayer Sacrifice that was exactly the same as that on the Ember Mask, shimmering with radiance.

"Go ahead!"

Ember spoke, his tone still the same.

Steve staggered towards the mound like a soulless walking corpse.

However, after walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, and a pale golden light lit up on his body and returned to nothingness.

After a pause, he continued on his way, but changed direction and walked towards the place where the mother's head, which had been discarded by the baby.

"Huh?"

The face behind the mask furrowed, and Ember carefully looked at Steve, whose pace was getting faster and faster, and his back changed from rickety to straight, and he sensed that something foreign and unexpectedly affected his choreographer's performance......

Steve crouched down and gently lifted his head on the ground, carefully wiping the dust with his sleeve as he walked towards the position of the azure eyeball.

After finding the eyeball and placing it in the skull, Steve held the skull in his arms and walked towards the mound as if on a pilgrimage.

In my mind, the bloody and hideous image disappeared, replaced by a solemn funeral scene:

Steve stood in front of the coffin, tear-stained as he listened to a replay tape.

"You will always be my pride, dear!"

The hoarse, babbling, and murmuring of electricity made the remorseful young man weep again, and he opened the coffin out of shape, and saw a peaceful woman, with a kind smile on her lips, brushing away the sins of her son......

Steve held his head in his arms and climbed the corpse mound calmly, without the slightest embarrassment designed in the Ember "script", and naturally there was no way to lead to deeper despair and remorse.

Evil is always deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in self-torture, especially for a person who is extremely strong-willed.

But Ember didn't make a move, as if a desireless spectator stood there and watched quietly, his lips and teeth behind the mask muttering a name: "Ancient One!"

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