The Great Demon King

Chapter 360 Pattern?That's it?
At the foot of the Statue of Liberty.

Magic Paul, made his choice.

He chose to be an ordinary father, not a saint.

In other words, he couldn't sacrifice his own son to protect tens of thousands of other people's children.

"I promise you, I hope you will keep your promise and return my son after this performance!" Paul's voice was a little choked up, he never imagined that he, a magician, would one day make such an outrageous choice .

He also knew that the next magic trick would be broadcast live on the Internet. From now on, the whole world would know that there was a frustrated divorced man in New York who chose to sacrifice the lives of tens of thousands of children for his own selfishness.

From now on, he is really famous, but what he got is the notoriety accused by thousands of people.

Others don't care about his beloved son's eagerness, they will only stand on the moral high ground, degrade him into the dust, and then step on hundreds of millions of feet, and they will not stop until they step on him to hell.

Therefore, he will have no chance to be a good father in the future. Perhaps, he will not be able to stand other people's verbal violence and choose to commit suicide. Even if he does not commit suicide, he may be assassinated.

However, if he doesn't choose this way, let alone being a good father, his son's life will be lost.

"For Pete...my son..." Paul walked in front of the camera with a painful face, followed the instructions of the clown, and started this large-scale "magic".

This is a live broadcast on the entire network. At this moment, many viewers have entered the live broadcast room, including Tony Stark who just came in.

"Friday, can you hack this studio?" Tony said.

Although he just came in, I don't know what happened, but since the little spider has said it, it must not be a healthy live broadcast, so it's best to block it directly, and then go to the scene to solve the problem.

From the tone of the little spider, Qian Song should be there now.

"Trying to close the live broadcast room... The attempt failed. The live broadcast room was not connected to the transit server of Youtubie, but was directly inserted into the network through an unknown method, and the root attack could not be performed..." Friday gave a very surprising response from Tony .

It seems that this live broadcast room is generated out of thin air, what kind of technology can be used to project directly without going through the Internet?

At least the Stark Group can't do it.

Of course, Tony just regained his sanity, and didn't think about it in the direction of the mysterious side-maybe this is not some "high technology", but some kind of innovative black magic?
"Forget it, I'll fly over by myself!" Tony's righteous heart and sanity recovered together, plus another character who likes to cut messes quickly, so he forced himself to stand up, unfolded the nano-armor, and prepared to take off.

It's a pity, after all, he is only a mortal body. He was slapped by Thor just now, and his muscles are still in a relatively serious state of paralysis. After he stood up suddenly, his head became dizzy, and he staggered and fell forward soon.

Fortunately, the armor had an automatic balancing system, so he didn't really fall over.

Even so, his condition at this time is not suitable for flying anymore.

"You can rest here first, Tony." Sol was a little embarrassed, after all, he did hit a little harder just now, "I'll go."

Tony nodded, Sol and Qian Song should be able to solve it.

However, the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense-his intuition has always been the strongest and most accurate in the Avengers team, so he was preparing to protect the earth early in the morning, and Ultron was born .

Now, his ominous intuition came again. He always felt that there must be some kind of close connection between the corpse tide before and the current citizens who are all over the street staring blankly at the sky and drawing clown faces. .

If this is the case, New York may encounter waves of strange and terrifying attacks in the next short period of time, and sooner or later such disasters will spread to the whole world.

"Saul is right, no matter how advanced my armor is, I'm still just a mortal." Tony's muscles were still trembling, and he didn't like the feeling that everything was out of control.

"Friday, how long do I expect to recover?" Tony asked.

Friday replied: "The electric current stimulates your muscles to produce a lot of lactic acid, and it will take about 10 minutes to relieve."

Tony nodded: "Okay, set it up, and it will be ready to take off in 10 minutes... Also, take out the modified version of Extremis virus from cabinet No. 27 in my laboratory, I will use it today!"

Friday visibly hesitated before replying, "Yes, sir!"

Seeing that Friday showed anthropomorphic emotions again, Tony's frown deepened.

It seems that it is really necessary to make some cuts to Friday's smart program.

[Why is the earth so ill-fated? 】

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The clown sits on a torch held by the Statue of Liberty, looking down.

The corner of his mouth was always grinning in the same arc, his feet were dangling in the air, kicking gently alternately, he seemed to be in a good mood.

The panic, guilt, anxiety, and selfishness in the magician Paul's heart were all turned into dark forces and absorbed by the clown.

Of course, just relying on Paul's negative emotions, it's not enough to have a gap between his teeth, so of course the target of the clown is not only Paul, but also everyone who can watch the live broadcast on the Internet.

The original owner of his body was a clown, and clowns were born for the stage. Because of the pressure of life after the disbandment of the circus, that clown was "evil" when the circus performed. Parasitic into No. 6 Devilman.

Therefore, the current clown still carries the previous professional habits in terms of behavioral logic.

In other words, he wants to turn the huge New York City into a big stage, and then, all the people here will be transformed into clowns by him.

There are millions of citizens, and there are millions of "clowns".

On this big stage, the performances of millions of clowns will be shown to the whole world in the form of webcast that cannot be blocked or banned.

The No. 6 Devilman is the chief director of this grand performance conference.

He wants to present a series of absurd, treacherous, terrifying, sad, cruel, desperate and bloody dramas on this big stage.

All audiences watching this show, no matter where they are in the world, will become the nourishment of the clown as long as they are affected or have negative emotions.

In this way, the negative energy absorbed by the clown will definitely be much more than that of the No. 5 devil who just hit the street not long ago.

In a word, this is called pattern.

The clown felt that such a pattern was worthy of his identity as a devil man. No. 5, who made a wave of millions of corpses before, was really too reckless.

"Hey, bro!" At this moment, an arm was very familiar on the clown's shoulder: "What are you looking at here? Is it so beautiful?"

(End of this chapter)