Transforming American comics starts with a leap of faith

Chapter 206 Tony who was targeted by the devil
Devil, devil.

These two referential titles are generally mixed in English and Chinese language environments.

Like "You are a devil!" or "This old man is not a devil...".

Most of the time, there isn't much difference between the two titles.

But on closer inspection, there are subtle differences.

In a rotten way of saying it, demons are usually the jokers of some chaotic faction, while devils are keen on order and use tricks to harvest the souls of mortals.

The commonality is that both sides are evil.

But in fact, long before this famous taxonomy appeared, the meanings of the two names were slightly different.

Devil (Devil), as can be seen from the second half of the affix, the semantic focus is on (evil), originally referring to some vicious and corrupt creatures.

But in the modern context, the term usually refers to some... powerful but violent evil creatures, they are experts in killing.

To explain it in terms that are easier to understand, the focus is on "evil".

Of course, among these creatures, there are also very handsome demons, such as Dante...

The devil (Demon) is more complicated than the former, because it is a long-term evolution of the word, and its meaning has undergone great changes.

Pushing all the way up, we have to go back to the ancient Greek era.In the Olympus belief system, in addition to the true gods who are high above, there are also some subordinate gods who are closer to ordinary people.

They are called daimons and are the patron saints of mortals.

Afterwards, the Bible was widely disseminated, because its purpose is the unity of God, except for the Supreme Lord, it can no longer accommodate other gods.

In the Greek Bible, Daimon was used to refer to all pagan gods, and after spreading to English, the word eventually evolved into Demon.

So, strictly speaking, all devils originally believed in God.

It's just that in the biblical context, they end up relegated to being evil villains.

So... what is a devil?

The clown lifts the cup up to his eyes and looks through the holy water at John Mill, who sits opposite him.

His facial features and posture are still the same as those of ordinary people, but the outline of the figure is constantly trembling and twisting, strands of black lines float into the surrounding air, disappearing invisible, and receiving more from inexplicable places.

That is the desire of all living beings, and it is also the sin of all living beings.

But after putting down the water glass, John Mill was no different from ordinary people.

These are the so-called devils, they are born from the hearts of creatures, and as long as their desires and evil thoughts remain, they will never be extinct.

If a synonym is used to replace it, the most suitable one is probably the heart demon.

In the words of one jurist:

Zhang San!

There is Zhang San living in everyone's heart.

So in his perception, John Mill is just an ordinary person, because in fact it is true, this lawyer is just corrupted.

Then a very difficult will was reborn in this lawyer by means of seizing his body.

What appeared in Su Ge's field of vision was far from the real form of the devil. It is still a mystery who it is.

From previous contact, he guessed that the other party was Beelzebub, the representative of original sin and gluttony...but it was just a guess.

"It's a cunning way of smuggling..."

Su Ge said in his heart.

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, John Mill spread his hands and said, "Is there nothing you want to ask? I like exchanging secrets with humans."

"OKOK, then tell me, why did you appear on Earth?"

The clown poured the holy water in the cup into his mouth, gulped his mouth, spat it back, then wiped his mouth smartly, and continued:

"I checked very clearly that there are currently only two half-demons on the earth, who can barely be called hell creatures. Things like you didn't exist here in the first place."

Of course he wasn't talking nonsense.

In the early days of crossing over, he used the channels of the Continental Hotel to investigate. There was no biker named Johnny Brace on this planet, and there were no rumors of ghost riders in the Wild West.

In other words, there is no Mephisto in this universe, and there is no Hell Lord.

Of course there is no hell.

He even planned to throw a few phantoms of the West into the Great West, and cosplay the Flame Skull.

So... where the hell did this devil come from?

"Ah, I can answer this. To be honest, I am not a local devil. I just located here by chance."

John Mir John Mir's eyes lit up, he said with a smile:

"Your world is a land that has not been polluted by God. To me, it is simply the Garden of Eden... To be honest, it is too tempting to resist."

The Joker digested the news.

There are no devils...and no angels.

"It seems that you have made a lot of efforts to come here."

"Yes, it's really not easy, especially the outer cover, which is as annoying as condoms."

Gee, such a bad analogy.

The clown raised his hand: "It's your turn."

John Mill pushed the cup in front of the table to the side, put his elbows on it, held his chin and started to think, and asked after a long time:

"The day before yesterday, that is, in the early morning of January 1, the one who followed me...is that you?"

In the eyes of the devil, a flame ignited.

"Don't try to lie, it will destroy my trust in you."

Obviously, the devil rooted in the human heart has its own way of probing the thoughts of others.

Su Ge sneered in his heart: "The devil's trust? What a joke..."

However, he didn't panic at all on the face, and replied with affirmative tone without shame:
"no!"

Looking at each other for a long time, John Mill frowned and scratched his head: "It's really not you..."

From this expression, one could tell that the other party hadn't heard his reality. After all, this was just a body that was taken away.

And...that stalker, who is obviously Sugar White, what does he have to do with me, Joker?
Don't spout blood!
"It's your turn?"

According to the usual practice of the universe, the clown began to ask some confusing questions to hide his true purpose.

"Vampires seem to be afraid of you?"

"Well, their desire for blood is too strong. For me, it is as easy to handle as plasticine, almost killing them. Those few high-level vampires are of good quality, and they can vaguely feel my abnormality."

What they were talking about now was the postmodernist youngsters Graves and John Mir met when they went upstairs.

The former thought it was his terrifying power, but he didn't know that he was pretending to be a tiger.

Speaking of which, there is such a small group of vampires that have taken root in Zaun...

It's John Mill's turn:

"Why can you prepare holy water with such a high purity."

"Is this difficult? I looked it up on the Internet yesterday, and I learned it by doing it casually."

devil:"……"

He felt offended.

In John Mill's mind, he even built a small theater.

A figure wearing a clown mask: "Hey, who is that, give me face!"

A certain group of infinitely brilliant light: "Oak."

Although unbelievable, this is the only explanation.

The life essence of the Joker sitting in front of him is also outrageous, which is why that annoying light can bestow unbelievers with such lofty favor.

"Are you aware of it? J..."

The devil narrowed his eyes and smiled even more sinisterly, thinking, "Anyway, things are getting more interesting."

For about half an hour, the two sides asked and answered in this way, and the speed was getting faster and faster, tacitly compressing the thinking time of the other side.

In the end, he simply turned on the sound transmission.

"Do you like apples?"

Clown: "No, I prefer peaches... Is there really nine layers of hell?"

"Yes, Lucifer has been lying dead on the ninth floor...Will it hurt the skin to paint these things on the face?"

"No, the one I use is more expensive... Does Beelzebub really eat everything?"

"Stop talking about it, that disgusting thing, the favorite thing is poop... You really don't think about accepting legal aid?"

"Don't think about it... I heard that you are looking to meet Tony Stark. What do you want to do?"

John Mill: "..."

The clown chuckled and asked, "Is it the same purpose as seeing me?"

"Hmm... Well, you won today, and this is the last question."

The devil stood up and packed his things, and replied:
"Yes!"

"Well, it seems that you want to do something... It must be a very evil plan, and that Iron Man and I are part of it."

John Mill: "Obviously, yes."

The clown sank into the comfortable backrest and watched the weird devil leave. Before going out, the guy turned his head and said:
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. J. I really hope that the next meeting will come sooner."

Then he left with a meaningful smile.

Su Ge pondered for a long time, and there was some loud music around him, as if separated by a layer of frosted glass, gradually becoming inaudible.

Although the devil's words cannot be believed completely, he still analyzed some things during the long question and answer, and I believe the same is true for John Mill.

And now, he's trying to piece together the bits of information and come to a solid conclusion.

First of all, John Mir is not Beelzebub, but he is a devil from another world. There is no angel against him on earth, or even in this universe...

The other party knew Lucifer very well, and held a high position in hell... Then he found this place by chance.

by coincidence?

"I'm the one to blame again? When..."

And the most crucial question, what exactly does this devil want to do?
Like a puzzle, if a few key pieces are missing, it is always difficult to see the whole picture.

John Mill is very cunning, and he must have hidden a lot in the way he must have told the truth in the previous conversation.

Shaking his head, Su Ge gave up meaningless thinking, and decided to follow the clues that the other party accidentally revealed... and then stared at him.

This may be a trap set by the other party, but it is more of a challenge.

He is happy to accept...

Of course, you can't delay what you should do.

The pensive clown disappeared without a trace.

(End of this chapter)