The end game [Zhongyingmei]

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Flames of resentment burned in his veins, and the lord of hell, pale and with black hair hanging down his cheeks, looked more like a pearly ghost than he had been before he entered the bathroom a few minutes ago.

"Seriously, Cain, are you okay?" Little Spider looked at the black-haired youth worriedly, wishing he could go up and feel his pulse, "You look—"

"Damn it? Overwhelmed?"

The black-haired youth lowered his eyes and smiled.

"No, I was going to say 'I'm going to faint', but you're right." The little spider scratched its head and answered honestly.

After a pause, Peter tentatively asked cautiously, "Are you nervous...?"

————— Facing the sincere concern of the young superhero, the monarch of hell nodded slightly, and a slight sigh escaped from his red lips.

"I have a presentiment, my friend," Peter heard the dark-haired youth whisper as he walked through the dark corridors of the New York Temple, "I will soon be approaching the past... my hometown... ..."

Where Spider-Man couldn't see, the Lord of Hell looked indifferently, piercing through the distant morning fog, and glanced in the direction of Gotham City.

That cold and sweet orange blossom fragrance still remained in Abaddon's respiratory tract, the smell was exactly the same as the time when Sisley was kidnapped before.

Abaddon didn't know what it was before, but now he knew the real source of the smell.

——————The clown has cooperated with the inner world since that early?

That's why he organized the second escape so easily, and he also said those crazy words of unknown meaning to Sisley's body on the rooftop.

Because it is impossible for the clown not to play some arbitrary games with the prey, but the inner world hopes that the experimental subjects are both physically and mentally intact.

The system light screen was silently unfolded in front of Abaddon. Sisley, who was dressed in goatskin, contacted the other Sisleys. After confirming the situation, she turned off the light screen again and looked at the task bar.

【Finding the truth about the Fountain of Immortality: 2/10】

[Find Sisley: 0/1]

"........."

The lord of hell took a low breath patiently.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Doctor Strange hurriedly came from the other end of the corridor, and the magic cloak was revived, chasing after him until the mage stopped in front of the black-haired youth.

————Like the little spider, the mage also noticed the pale face of the other party.

"Have you dealt with important business, sir?"

The black-haired young man smiled weakly, his expression normal.

After a second of silence, Strange nodded and looked away from the black-haired youth's face.

"What happened, Mr. Mage?" Peter chirped over, his tone not concealing his concern, "Meteorites? Aliens? Is it the aliens with strange spikes on their bodies, because I swear I had them a month ago." Get them out of—"

"Do not."

Strange said.

After a pause, the mage added, "No, that's not the case... The aura I felt with the king is related to magic, which is an ancient and evil ritual."

Peter: "...?"

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Facing the shining dog eyes of the curious report, coupled with the quiet eyes of the black-haired young man next to him who did not hide his curiosity, the back of the mage stiffened for a moment, and he barely explained a few words.

"The 'web' is touched when something out of this world descends and intervenes forcibly."

The little spider immediately cheered enthusiastically and said, "It's so cool!"

"It keeps the planet safe."

Doctor Strange glanced at the young superhero, then turned to the black-haired youth, "The king will deal with that matter first, and the problem now is you, Mr. Cain..."

The figure who existed thousands of years ago in myths and legends was suddenly named, and he raised his head in confusion.

The slender black-haired young man was almost completely submerged in the sunlight, and the melancholy pervaded like mist, and his white jade-like face was covered with damp.

——————— For a moment, he looked like a ghost who would disappear completely at the end of the story because his wish was fulfilled.

Doctor Strange and Little Spider were stunned at the same time, "..."

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Abaddon had just sent the other Sisleys the order "If you don't die if you get in the way", some didn't follow the mage's words at this time.

"Please be sure to tell me what you say from the bottom of your heart."

The black-haired youth said in a low voice.

Strange cleared his throat and reorganized his words.

"To be honest, we went from the most likely locations to the least likely."

—————And neither the first nor the second place is where Cain is going.

The little spider raised his head silently, automatically finished what Doctor Strange wanted to say, and looked at the silent black-haired young man with a worried expression.

"If oases and deserts are excluded, there is another place that is different where we are going next."

With a deep voice, the mage walked towards the globe, pulled out one of the small flags on it, and held it between his fingers.

"I'm going." The black-haired young man said immediately, his face turned pale.

—————Doctor Strange raised his hand and opened the portal.

The scorching yellow sand rushed towards the face again, the black-haired young man stepped into the portal first, followed by the little spider, who was choked by the wind and coughed several times.

"Ah!" After coughing, Peter happily gushed, "I've seen this terrain in a geography textbook. Is it a deep cracked terrain? It's so cool here! I heard that the earliest science fiction movies were in this kind of deep terrain. Cracked Terrain, because it fits people's first guesses about the planet's appearance..."

——————— At the same time, Abaddon smelled a pungent stench.

It was the smell of evil, crying, hovering, and flying like a giant dragon. Even Professor Lecter had never seen such a strong malice, as if there were a thousand unwilling lives buried here.

Sisley in goat skin: ...

Sisley in Goatskin: *Mask of Pain*

In the eyes of the little spider, Cain's expression changed instantly. This was the first and only time Peter saw Cain lose his composure like this.

It was clearly an empty desert, but the eyes of the black-haired young man suddenly froze in the void, as if he was staring at something.

His performance had never appeared in the two places before. Doctor Strange and the little spider exchanged glances. One silently began to use spells to control the flow of sand, and the other quietly approached Cain.

"Are you okay?" Peter lowered his voice as much as possible, turned down the volume, and approached cautiously like he rescued the white dove with injured wings, "Cain... say something."

"........."

The black-haired young man lowered his head obediently, looking at the little spider out of focus.

The young superhero stretched out his hand, gently held the black-haired young man's thin elbow, and led him to sit on the small sand dune shaded by the red fruit sand crutches.

"It'll be fine." Peter's voice was soft but firm. "It's okay, Cain, you just need to relax..."

Sisley in Goatskin: *Pain mask ongoing*

On the system light screen, the progress of the task jumped silently. However, this malice has gathered to the size of a giant dragon, and there is no mercy for being able to observe its existence. Even the ruler of hell must grit his teeth and endure , to accept this terrifying power that seems to make blood flow out of every pore.

"Here... what do I feel..."

Peter heard the black-haired young man's whispers that could be blown away by a gust of wind. The hands of the other party were frighteningly cold, like stiff marble statues, and the temperature in the desert was two extremes.

The young superhero felt the slightest tremor.

——————— Cain was trembling.

"There's something here."

Doctor Strange stayed a little far away and didn't hear what was happening here.

A large amount of yellow sand was cleared aside by him, revealing the deep potholes underneath. The mage folded his arms and pursed his lips tightly, signaling them to hurry over.

Before Peter could move, the black-haired youth had already stood up unsteadily.

A gust of hot wind blew away the broken hair on his forehead, and in the gap, Peter could clearly see the scar there.

——————— They became extremely bright red, so gorgeous that they seemed to drip blood.

Little Spider:? ? ?

"Uh——Cain, Cain?" The little spider stumbled and tried to remind, "Your scars, they——"

The black-haired young man paused in his walking movements. He opened his cuffs roughly and lowered his head.

——————The bright red scar hovering on his wrist was like a brand mark, faintly exuding a heat different from that of the human body.

"........."

Doctor Strange caught a glimpse of the traces that had started to turn red again from a distance, and his expression was surprised for a second.

After tearing off his cuffs, the black-haired youth jumped straight into the deep pit created by the mage without saying a word.

"Wait, wait for me!" Peter staggered in fright at Cain's sudden change of attitude, and almost failed to grab the hand of the black-haired young man. After falling briefly, he rolled under the pothole, unloaded With the strength on his body, Cain stood up again, "Wow, it's so deep here——"

The words of the young superhero stopped abruptly.

—————Full of shock and awe, Peter looked up at the huge stone tablet embedded in the sand and took a breath.

"........."

At this moment, the evil dragon swooped down, and its stinking fangs slashed across Abaddon's neck, trying to pierce the throat of the uninvited guest.

And the lord of hell stared at the black stele in the gravel, also falling into a speechless silence.

——————The existence of the contract of lies does point to the right direction.

————— If the origin really exists, then this huge black stone tablet fits the meaning of "origin" more than anything else.

Embedded in sand and stones, this stele is ten meters high and three meters wide—or it is a black plane, which still shows the graceful shape of the old days.

Its style is quite symmetrical, and the decorative patterns on the corners are classical and gorgeous. It appears in this uninhabited desert, as if it is an unsolved mystery that has not been answered for a long time in human history.

"Four rivers flow through my hometown, where we receive gifts from God because we are loved by God..."

While Peter was still in a daze, Cain had already stepped forward, raising his arms as if nostalgic and nostalgic.

The black-haired young man lowered his eyes slightly, and his slender fingertips touched the stone tablet covered by the wind and sand, allowing the rough texture to slide off his skin.

—————The text on the stele is the same as that of the book.

"Fountain of Eternal Life."

The system light screen was turned on silently, and Abaddon read silently with a complex expression.