Falling back to the ground amid the crowd's wild cheers, Eric's feet hit the ground when the poor amplification plate made a sound of glass shattering and turned into a pile of shards.

With its help, Eric had accomplished an unprecedented feat of freeing thousands of people from the clutches of the fire demons, and now his heart was clear, and he felt like he had been reborn as if he had been thrown into a great river for a swim, and he was tired and relieved.

The students pounced on him and shouted at him, but Peter did not lag behind, and he hesitated to join his peers in the celebration, after all, they had already fought together and were friends.

Behind Peter, there were Harry and Mary Jane, the students brought them out by the way when they were saving people, Harry's head was smashed, Mary Jane held him up, and looked enviously at the group of people who were making a fuss, and before they could think about whether to devote themselves to it, the fanatical crowd and reporters had already crossed the two men, surrounded Eric and his party, and grabbed their hands and feet and threw them high into the sky.

People tried their best to express their inner joy, but even greater celebrations were still brewing, and the day's disaster came to an end, and despite the casualties, the numbers did not get bigger, and people could cheer for the heroes until the government could come up with a response.

Thank you, Magneto.

In the midst of the boil, Eric quietly pulled away, and John would take his classmates back to the office after finishing his errand, and now he had to track down another person.

Passing through the crowd and following some kind of invisible trace, Eric made his way to an abandoned industrial area, once glorious but now a ruin waiting to be moved, with lush grass growing outside the empty factory and only the occasional crow of sparrows in the treetops.

Pushing open a door, Eric entered the office area, which was empty. The equipment was all removed, and there was some paper scattered on the floor, which was covered with dust.

"Are you looking for me, Magneto?" Speaking of Eric's nickname, the old man's voice was full of mockery and at the same time a strange feeling, and his voice echoed through the spacious room, and a figure appeared upstairs.

"Yes." Eric turned his head and looked at his back above. "I come to thank you for your help, it would be difficult for me to succeed without your strength."

"Not necessarily." The man wasn't going to accept his thanks. He waved his hand and slowly moved slowly against the railing.

"Your skills have inspired me immensely, I don't want to hide it, I learned a lot from you." As he spoke, he walked around a corner, and finally turned around, revealing his old countenance.

"I'll give you a build, kid." Magneto said, his expression was quite solemn at this moment. Looking at Eric's eyes, too, changed, and was no longer pure hostility.

"What?" Eric asked.

"Put a Roman numeral after your name." Magneto replied.

"Magneto II?" Eric shook his head. "I'm sorry."

"Well, that's your choice." The old mutant slowly turned around.

"I came to this country in 1962. In Europe, it is said that this is the place since. by and the kingdom of prosperity. I once thought of it as another holy place flowing with milk and honey, but the truth told me that the holy place will always exist only in my imagination. In this since. In the kingdom of You, the people of the country are still not free. The sound of vicissitudes echoed slowly. Magneto looked at Eric again.

"You've done a great job so far, I have to admit it. But keep in mind. Humans are accustomed to turning their faces and being ruthless. ”

One last glance at Eric, Magneto left. His voice was still in the room, but the person was gone.

Eric looked at the empty office building for a moment, then turned to leave.

Now, he's going to deal with one last trouble.

The trouble was crushed by the plane crashing into the building, and the flames burned around it, almost roasting it.

"Hey, is there anyone going to help me?" Take off the Green Goblin mask, Norman. Osborne shouted, and it took a great effort to avoid the fire, but there was not a single figure in the building, which was filled with smoke and heat.

Most of the ordinary people left the steel passage built by Eric above, the firefighters were still fighting the fire on the perimeter, and John and the others had exhausted their strength and could only do some auxiliary work now.

So no one will approach for a while.

Except for one person.

"Eric, you're finally here." Norman cried out in surprise when he saw someone coming.

"yes, Norman." Rushing back to the building, Eric arrives on the floor where the impact occurred, where Mr. Green Goblin is hiding.

"I'm kind Eric, and I can't sit idly by and ignore you."

Norman's face froze for a moment at Eric's words, and then he reacted quickly, cheekily as if he had never been born for a while, and enthusiastically waved his arms at the ally, asking him to come and rescue him.

"Save you?" Eric asked, spreading his hands and full of surprise. "Why?"

"We're friends." Norman replied with the same astonishment, as if it were a crime not to do what he said.

"Really?" Eric said teasingly. "A cunning friend, a friend who wants my life, a crazy friend, or an unreliable friend."

He crept over to Norman, making eye contact with him ten feet away.

"Eric, help me." Norman pleaded with him pitifully as he had repented, his skinny face covered with pleading.

Eric gestured to the hand he had hidden behind his back, not saying a word.

Norman let go of his hand, revealing a pumpkin bomb.

All reliance was gone, and now he was back to the bearings of President Osborne.

"Help me and I'll repay you." Norman said. "Isn't that what you want?"

Eric brushed the little pumpkin away and turned away.

"Osbenga mutant, what more do you want, do you want all my possessions?" Norman raised his voice and shouted.

"I don't want anything." Eric paused and turned his head in reply. "I've changed my mind."

"You're a dangerous guy, and it's too dangerous to deal with someone who can't control yourself, so I've decided to hand you over to this person."

"Who?" Norman asked, feeling a bad feeling in his heart. "Police?"

"Of course not." Does Eric dismiss his speculation, throw the leader of a large corporation at the police station, and then watch him feel as comfortable as in his own home?

He turned, ignoring the heat and smoke, and walked around Norman before stopping.

"You know, Norman, I have heard that the greatest justice in the world is nothing more than the punishment of evil and the promotion of good, and it is undoubtedly most appropriate for a suitable person to pronounce the judgment at this time, and it is only reasonable for him to cleanse you of your sins."

"Sin? Verdict? Norman chewed on the words, bored. Do you think that if you save someone, it means that you are a good person? One out of ten will die because of you. ”

"God only promised his followers 10,000 chances of salvation, I am not God, I just need to know what I am doing."

"Phew", Norman threw away his demeanor and spat at Eric from afar. "What kind of good person are you, you have a share in what I have done, and if I go to hell, there is also your place next to you."

"That's right." Eric said lightly. "So I wondered, why didn't I let those innocent people die, why did I have to save them? But this question is not important, now let me introduce you to one. ”

He clapped his hands, and a figure appeared from the fire on the other side of the staircase, a semi-liquid silver figure when he first emerged from the heat, but after a few steps away from the flames, he changed into a ragged young man, who looked to be only twenty years old, and his handsome face had no expression, as if carved out of cold stone by a craftsman.

"Lancer. Valentine. "Eric introduces Norman to someone." As a reminder, he also has an identity as a former Air Force captain named Pocky. Curtis. ”

"I think Mr. Osborne must have remembered this vividly." Eric said, but he guessed wrong.

Norman didn't remember the name at all, he always had too many political and economic priorities in his head, and the names of the little people came to his ears without leaving any impression.

"Okay, let's reminisce." With some regret, Eric walked over to the former Air Force Captain, now Liquid Metal Life, and grabbed his shoulder.

"Think about Pocky, who took your life, who made you lose your family, who made you so down?" Eric turned his head and turned his gaze at a terrified Norman. "Look at him and think about it with all your memories."

Eric said, leaving the Green Goblin mask back on Norman's face, and Norman felt bad and struggled wildly to escape from under the wreckage of the plane.

Lancer - or Pocky. Curtis's soul fragment silently looked at the Green Goblin Mask, and gradually that cruel night reappeared in front of him.

The boundless darkness, the flying firelight, the sharp pain played out again in a familiar burst of maniacal laughter, the Green Goblin's laughter was his lingering nightmare, and now it was in front of him again.

Curtis's soul fragment roared through the body of the liquid metal life, and he walked towards the Green Goblin, approaching him with the deepest hatred.

"Leave me alone, Eric, everything I have is yours, and from now on you have the final say." The Green Goblin tugged desperately at his legs and begged for mercy from Eric.

"Harry is enough." Eric snapped his fingers and turned and walked out of the burning floor.

Behind him, Pocky opened his mouth, the corners of his mouth split, and the silver muscles were exposed in front of the Green Goblin's eyes, and his mouth opened wider and wider, until the whole head swelled open, like a giant silver daisy, towards Norman. Osborne loomed over.

"What the hell are you?" The whites of Norman's eyes were bloodshot from fear, and he muttered as he watched the eerie sight, and then darkness descended.

After a dull scream, the building returned to calm, and now only the burning horn sounded. (To be continued!)

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