George and Steve glanced at each other, and there was solemnity in each other's eyes.

It's only a few moments, but it's only a minute.

The two suits, which cost more than $100 million, are almost scrapped.

At this time, a vigorous figure fell!

He was carrying a round thing in his hand.

The thing was lifted up in the light of lightning, and it was terrifying.

Spider-Man.

He came with a head.

[Crackling-]

【Boom!! 】

The thunder slowed down a step before it finally sounded, and in the pouring rain, Peter's own sewn suit was draped against his body, looking ill-fitting and eerie.

"Come and see Medusa's head, sea monster!"

Peter made the gesture of a secondary two teenager and held the head of a black man aloft.

There was probably something on this head that could attract Desperate Believers, and the moment it appeared here, it completely made the latter lose interest in continuing to destroy the Heartbreaker's suit.

"It's ...... you"

"It's ...... you"

"It's !! you"

The low, indiscernible murmur slowly turned into an angry roar and roar.

Emotions belonging to humanity seem to have briefly returned to the monster's mind, and it ......

In anger.

In the curtain of the rainstorm, the swollen face of the desperate believer had red and burning cracks, and as it moved in this direction, it flowed tears mixed with blood.

Countless footrests lifted its body.

The clear sound of the Holy Vocal Cords of Ho Gang that George had seen and heard rang out from all directions.

It seemed that his words were still in his ears, and the whole person had been blown away by the wind, as if there was a real person who was only temporarily condensed by smoke and dust.

He's saying—

"Hate."

Just one word, gritting his teeth, as if carrying the mountains, his almost exhausted body was crumbling, a human clinging to the cracks of the rock wall at the edge of the abyss and refusing to fall, his nails seeping into the cracks of the stones.

The word sounded from the direction of the barracuda, and then it seemed to be a little out of breath, and soon fell into a slow silence.

The rain seems to be lighter, and it is no longer a torrential rain.

It started with rain and even rain walls, Spider-Man walking between the buildings, Steve slicing flesh with his shield, and George dodging over and over again, all of them crashing and crossing those walls of water.

Now, the rain curtain has become a thousand drops of water, and although it still carries an overwhelming pressure, it is no longer a whole noun to describe them.

As the desperate believers move forward, the world begins to distort, and in the sound of wind and rain, it is as if a young girl is crying.

Someone was whispering, it was the wicked who had been killed and then had their heads removed.

The trees and hickory trees on the roadside swayed like the palms of countless hands held high in the air, and the buildings on either side rushed with a terrifying majesty.

The huge illusion that directly acted on the mind made the faces of several people present solemn.

They looked at the desperate believers who were more than ten meters away.

There, a little blazing flame jumped up, and in an instant it rose into a raging flame, and in the midst of the flames stood a thin figure.

It was as if flesh and blood were burned.

It's the flesh that is being burned.

The impure filth was covered by the flames that had burned from the last shred of humanity and reason, and He Gang stood in the rain as a human being.

Although it is no longer human.

His body is like a glow, his face has no facial features, his body has well-defined muscles, and his muscles are like swimming dragons.

Hundreds of corpses were molten into huge clumps of flesh and blood that burned violently, and there were indeed dense howls coming out of the flames.

It was the sinners who had been involved in that event.

If there are souls in the world, perhaps their souls are suffering endlessly.

The flames lit up the man's face again and again, and gradually something boiling wriggled and twisted on his crimson face, forming a slightly vicissitudes of life.

These facial features make an excited and hideous expression.

Reason returned to Ho Gang's soul little by little, and he remembered what Killian had said to him—

"Lao He, what do you say we are in this world for?"

"Probably life."

"Life?"

"You don't know Killian, there are many people who have a hard time even living, maybe for them, life should be called survival."

"That's why I developed this potion, Lao He, that's why I have a desperate virus, and the reason why it's desperate is precisely to ...... Survival. ”

Desperate to survive.

It's a pity......

Killian, you didn't survive.

And I, too, completely ruined my messy life-

The red, thin and vicissitudes of life were steaming with the white vapor after the raindrops evaporated, although the temperature was so high that it almost exploded, but there was a dead air that could not be concealed.

Peter was on guard.

Steve was even more heavily armed and engrossed.

They had all fought against aliens.

Or rather, the infected.

But none of the infected people had ever been in such a situation, and they actually incinerated their own mountain-like flesh and blood bodies, and out of them came humanoid creatures.

[Puff-]

A golden arc of light fell from the far west, divine and mesmerizing, it was the power that has guarded the world since ancient times.

That's the power of magic.

Is that......

The power of Kama Taj.

This golden arc of light seems to be coming from the west, and the hot light shines on the black sky.

The arc light was sharper than the sharpest sword, and it continued to slash at the fiery flesh body that gathered He Gang's residual obsession.

This force is almost irresistible.

The fiery humanoid was scarred in a moment, and probably because of magic, it couldn't be recovered.

He Gang's obsession drove him forward to see the head with his own eyes, so he broke off the bones that could not be burned in the flames under him, and used them as throwing knives to fight.

The fractures of these bones were sharp enough to slit the throat of any living being, but they couldn't stop the arcs that would not even be visible to the enforcers.

Their blades of light left deep or shallow scratches on He Gang's body, and several times they almost pierced He Gang's body.

The bright red liquid splattered out like lava.

Maybe he was already a dead man himself, and now his body was supported by nothing more than the aftermath of the source of infection and the obsession of hatred.

Maybe it's numbness.

He Gang ignored the pain.

Until a golden ray of true terror sliced through his shoulder blades and pulled upright, severing his entire muscle.

He fell from the flames, and hot blood flowed out.

Suddenly the dark shadows on the ground began to converge.

George's eyes widened suddenly.

He had thought that this dark shadow was part of the Desperate Believers, but now it seemed that this was not the case.

The black shadow actually stood up, possessing a physical entity, huge and terrifying.

But it is always far less oppressive than the desperate believers.

【Knock!! 】

The shield is thrown.

The shadow shattered into ashes.

He Gang's obsession climbed forward, and he finally saw the enemy's head.

Then, with a sigh.

Congratulations, shepherd, you have harvested your first lamb. 】

With an almost synchronized system prompt, the fiery humanoid creature cracked, shattered, and then turned into hot gold and scattered in all directions.