marvel sun god

Victor likes this very much, but he doesn't give a good face to people who behave like this.With the same action as before, he has completely made this person disappear in the mouth of the evil spirit.And looking at the remaining trembling little quail, he showed a gentle smile and said something that made them tremble.

"I don't have much patience for you guys, so, who else wants to say something like that to me?"

No one wants to die, and no one dares to answer at this time.Facing Victor's lust, they could only keep silent.And that made Victor laugh again.

"Very good, but my patience is almost used up. So one last chance. Does anyone want to give the answer I want to know? I only accept answers from three people, and you have twelve people here. So what to do, you should know in your heart."

As soon as the words fell, gunshots rang out.The screams and growls came out one after another, making everything terrifying.

The holy light gradually went out at this time.

The first thousand and 380 seven chapters plan to change and return to the motherland

Faith without roots is untenable.This point, Victor has been verified from what happened in front of his eyes.In situations where beliefs have begun to be shaken, in situations where life is actually threatened.Even the most devout of erstwhile people can abandon their beliefs and become what they never imagined they would be.

Let go of all burdens, let go of all scruples.Killing each other just to live is what these shepherds and state workers do.And just as Victor had limited at the beginning, after fighting each other, there were only three of them left.Or, less than three.

How many people are left is not important to Victor.The important thing is whether he can get the information he wants from these guys.This may be difficult at the beginning, but now, it is not difficult at all.Human beings are such creatures. When his bottom line is broken the first time, there will be no problems in the second and third times.

So Victor got the information he wanted as he wished.This information includes the arrangement, arrangement, unified direction and specific implementers made by the human government to target the forces of hell.They even said that in order to save their lives, they even betrayed their former teammates and officers.

This is not good news for humans, but it is very good news for Victor.Because after knowing this, he can make minor adjustments to his overall plan.There is no need to waver in the general direction, but in other aspects, he can take advantage of this information asymmetry to create many false illusions.

It's like Hydra created the illusion that S.H.I.E.L.D. thought it had wiped them out.He can also create the same illusion, making those human forces think that they have made great progress in their work against the forces of hell.

As long as the human forces are hooked, he can easily extend his tentacles into them.And as long as he stretches his tentacles far enough, his plan will become completely unbreakable.

This is a very tempting thought.So Victor simply made a change.And the very beginning of the change was initiated from the three traitors in front of me.

According to the original plan, the three traitors themselves were already useless.So destroying them is completely reasonable.After all, as the king of hell, such things as crossing rivers and demolishing bridges should be considered commonplace, not to mention that he didn't reach any literal agreement with these guys at all.

But now, he doesn't think so.Because these three guys have a new value, and their value is to become Victor's first pawn to break into the human government.

Although the starting point of the three chess pieces is a bit low, they are loyal enough.Of course, this kind of loyalty is definitely not from the heart, but from the requirements of the contract.And here, Victor had to thank the clergy for the education they received.They obviously knew what the devil's contract represented.This kind of meaning is enough to become their restriction, so that they willingly surrender their loyalty.

With loyalty, the next thing is very simple.It's just creating one accident after another and using this accident to promote their progress and development.There is no need for them to climb to a position that is too high, which takes too long.As long as they can get in touch with enough people and things, then naturally, hiding behind the scenes, he will have a way to confuse more people, thus continuously increasing the weight in his hands.

This is quite a feasible plan, but it is not a perfect plan.To make this plan perfect, he needs to add another layer of protection.And this level of protection is that he must let himself have enough voice in the human forces.

This is not an easy task, because today's human voice is in the hands of a few heads of state.Wanting to get the so-called right to speak is actually equivalent to grabbing cakes from the hands of these countries.This is a very deadly behavior. Looking at the original Hydra, you can see how unreliable this thing was and how serious the consequences were.

However, what Victor wants is not the right to speak of the entire Allied Powers, what he wants is only the right to speak in this incident.So relatively speaking, it is naturally much less difficult to achieve his goal.In his opinion, maybe it is almost enough to control the sovereignty of a certain country.The only question now is, which country should be controlled?

Although there are many targets to choose from, in the end, Victor still set his sights on his home country, Latvinia.

Latvinia is a typical small country in Eastern Europe, and it is still a feudal monarchy.The lord rules everything here, and the prime minister is just the lord's mouthpiece.Such a system allows Latvinia to say nothing.But at the same time, it also limits its development, making it still maintain a relatively backward appearance in today's world.

Of course, the lord of Latvinia would not take this backwardness to heart.Although it is only a small country, he can still enjoy the best things in the world with a whole country to support himself.Extravagant and rich, but it is impossible to see any shadow of backwardness from him.The so-called backwardness only appeared on those civilians, and this was not within the scope of consideration for him at all.

The lord of the country in the backcountry is obviously the kind of guy who will flood even after my death.In his opinion, as long as he has enough enjoyment in his life, it is enough.As a lord, what he wants to maintain is his own family's rule, not the happiness and sublimation of the whole people.

Let himself and his descendants enjoy the glory of the lord, this is what he should do.As for the others, he didn't want to think about it and wouldn't think about it.

This is a stupid guy.If it is placed in other countries, it may be an existence that will be overthrown.But unfortunately, the poverty and embarrassment of Latvinia made the people here unable to do this.Even maintaining food and clothing is a problem for them, and it is impossible for them to compete with the guards built by the lord with a lot of money.As for other countries, it is even more impossible for them to expect to exist.

The older generation of Latvinians have already resigned to their fate.And the young Latvinians have basically given up the extravagant expectations they shouldn't have.For them, it is no longer possible to hope for their own country to change their lives.Maybe go out and become people from another country, so that they can have a new life and start.

In general, this is a country that has never been great, and has always been crumbling in the dark aftertaste.If nothing changes, its disappearance is doomed.But the magic of fate lies in this place. When Victor made up his mind, the opportunity for the country to change has quietly come down.In this regard, Latvinia did not have any perception.

The old bell struck dully.It means the coming of dusk, the end of one day and the beginning of another.For the Latvinians, day-to-day change is almost non-existent.They have spent the same countless yesterdays, and they will continue to spend the same countless tomorrows.

Lamaia is an elderly widow.She is over half a century old and doesn't have any children under her knees, and her only means of livelihood is the bakery left to her by her dead husband.

Although the daily work is hard, it can barely maintain her food and clothing.It can be said that based on this alone, her life is much better than that of many Latvinians.But seeing the business getting worse day by day, the old widow couldn't help but sighed, feeling a little more desperate for her country.

Latvinia is dying, this is the consensus of every Latvinian.This is not only because of the exploitation of the lord, but more because of the passing of young people.Of course, it is impossible for a young man who has no hope to stay in such a depressing country that seems to be going into a coffin.Whether it is for their own present or their future, leaving is a better choice.

The old widow admitted that they had their reasons for doing so.But without the young man, wouldn't Latvinia die faster?Although I hate it, this is her motherland anyway.She still doesn't want to see the day when her motherland is destroyed in her lifetime.

Of course, she is just a small person.The life and death of the country is not something she can consider.So she just sighed, and then pulled down the old chandelier as usual, preparing to end her day's business.

At this time, there should be no more guests.The old widow, who is used to this kind of life, is well aware of such rules, but it is destined that today is a day that represents an accident.

When the bell hanging behind the door rang, a figure walked in in the darkness, and asked the old widow directly.

"Is there any more black bread?"

"Sorry, guest. We haven't made brown bread in years. Nobody likes that stuff anymore!"

The sudden customer surprised the old widow, and his request surprised her even more.Does anyone still like heavy-flavored black bread?Also, this guy doesn't seem to be from them.

After all, she is an old man who has lived here for decades, and the old widow can remember the voice of every customer who will come here to buy things.As for the current customer, although he spoke the local language of Latvinia, the jerky and weirdness in it was obviously not any customer she was familiar with.

Who is this?She was still thinking about it, curious.He heard the figure in front of him utter some emotional words.

"Is it gone? That's right, besides a guy like me, who else would eat black bread that is worse than mud?"

The first thousand and 380 eight chapters recall the beginning of the change

Black bread is just a common name, the real name should be bran bread.Although from the perspective of current medical and health preservation, black bread is considered as an excellent nutritional food because it has less protein and more dietary fiber.But that doesn't mean brown bread must be delicious.

Just like eating natural tree bark will definitely be healthier than industrially processed food, do you dare to say that the taste of tree bark will be better than spicy strips?I believe not many people would open their eyes and say such nonsense.In the same way, no matter how many people are touting the nutritional value of black bread, they can't change this, that is, the taste of black bread.

This kind of bread, which contains all kinds of coarse grains and even wheat husks, is not only sour in taste, but also hard.In the Middle Ages, there were even examples of using this thing as a weapon.Of course, it is now impossible to make black bread like it was in the Middle Ages.After all, at that time, you had no idea what kind of mess those people would stuff into brown bread.But anyway, even today, brown bread still tastes terrible.

This is a food that only those who have enough food and clothing and have nothing to do, and start to pursue more will be willing to try food.As for the Latvinians who could barely satisfy their food and clothing, they obviously would not torture their stomachs for the sake of their so-called health. Instead of choosing good white bread, they would choose black bread instead.

This is a geographical difference in different regions.As the old widow herself said, she hadn't made brown bread for sale for many years.However, even though the business failed, she enthusiastically promoted her other products.For an old lady who keeps a bakery handicap, a business is better than none at all.However, in the face of her enthusiasm.The customer just shook his head and said regretfully.

"Sorry. Although your other works are more delicious. But I just want to eat black bread, which has a different meaning to me. Although it tastes like stinky mud."

"The bread I make will not be made of mud, even if it is black bread." If the business cannot be done, the old widow will naturally not be able to maintain the kind of hospitality she used to be.She began to mutter in dissatisfaction.But this kind of murmur made the customer laugh directly.

"Of course I know, Aunt Lamaia. You like to add hazelnuts to your brown bread, which was my favorite thing to eat at the time. In fact, many times when I buy your brown bread, I just pick out the hazelnuts in it. For this, I was beaten countless times by my mother."

If what the customer said before just made the old widow a little strange, then now, her curiosity has really spread uncontrollably.You know, she hasn't made black bread for more than ten years.It can be said that even the old people in this city may not necessarily remember that she would add hazelnuts to black bread.But now this customer is so familiar with all this, which makes her wonder if there is some deeper connection between them.

You can't imagine a lonely old woman's longing to be free from her loneliness.So, knowing that it might be inappropriate for her to do so, she couldn't help but turn on the light and asked this sudden customer.

"Are you? Are you? Sir, did we know each other before?"

She really wanted to match the person in front of her with a certain existence in her memory, but when she saw the elegant clothes of the guest in front of her, it was different from the ordinary people's manner.She couldn't help swallowing the words that she had already put to her lips.In the end, she could only ask such a question hesitantly.Faced with her question, Victor said to her directly with a smile.

"Don't you remember me, Aunt Lamaia. I'm Little Doom, and I used to live with my mother in the little Doom upstairs next door to yours."

When he said this, the old widow immediately found some blurred impressions from her memory.

That was when the old lord, who wasn't too bastard, was alive.Life in Latvinia is a little better than it is now.She had just opened her bakery at the time, a newly married woman who ran the small shop with her husband.The business is booming, and there are many customers who visit the shop every day, and the gypsy witch who lives next door to the shop is a frequent customer of the shop, and she comes to the shop to buy bread almost every day.Sometimes it was her, sometimes it was that child of hers.