Marvel Super Armor

"Mephisto?"

Frank selectively ignored the words "My lord."

"Hmm, it looks like you've never heard of it, but it's no wonder. After all, human lifespan is too short. Except for the two gatekeepers in the east, almost all humans who know that we exist will die. ”

The old god Mephisto was sitting on the ground on a throne made of magma. He looked at Frank with unabashed greed and covetousness:

"You really made it easy for me to wait. Without further ado, let's talk about the selling price of your soul."

"...Your statement sounds as if I have already planned to sell my soul."

Frank narrowed his eyes with a dangerous light in his eyes: "Buying and selling by force is not a good habit."

"Please, you and I both know that the control of this transaction is in my hands. You have no reason to refuse, and you have no right to refuse." Mephisto looked down at him with pity:

"It's been a long time since I've had such high-quality goods. Let me think about it... Oh, by the way, the last wonderful soul like you was Tara. That was such a good guy. I still remember sealing him in this hell. We have a piece of land and an inexhaustible supply of black shadow troops..."

Mephisto recalled the past, and his long lifespan made him feel as if everything happened yesterday. It was precisely because of this that the anger and frustration he felt after the failure of the plan was still fresh in his memory to this day.

"It's a pity that although that guy is smart, he is not smart enough and his power is too weak. The eight demons were all sealed back then, and the high-dimensional quantum channels were also forcibly closed. Both the smelly Taoist priest and the old bald lady were too busy caring about themselves to pay attention to him. It was exactly When the Earth’s defenses are at their weakest.”

At this point, he slapped his leg in annoyance, with an expression that could be described as extremely regretful: "In such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, this tiger actually left several other continents alone and insisted on going to China to make trouble. As a result, he was fucked [ The Wuyue] Alliance is directly annihilating me. It’s really an embarrassment to me. If I had known this, I should have let..."

He suddenly stopped and seemed to remember that there was someone standing in front of him. He slapped his forehead in an exaggerated manner: "Oh, I forgot about you. I'm sorry. Where were we talking about just now? Ah, by the way, I I want to buy your soul."

"..."

Frank didn't want to reply anymore and watched silently as the lunatic stretched out his big hand with sharp nails towards him.

"As a soul collector of Delong Wangzun, I have spent a lot of effort to prepare a 'special' contract just for you."

A flame rose in Mephisto's hand, and a piece of tattered parchment quietly emerged from the fire, with hellish words written on it that Frank could not understand.

"Let me introduce, Zatanos, if I have to say it, he is an evil spirit. Before the gods of [Heaven] came, he was the most powerful elemental demon on the earth, dominating the ancient times. Tsk tsk tsk, I was here back then. It was a dirty trick, with the help of God's power, it took a lot of effort to kill Him."

Recalling the furious expression of this old enemy when he fell into his hands, Mephisto's face showed a bit of joy:

"This is my most precious collection. Now, I want to use it to make a deal with you. How about using an ancient demon lord contract in exchange for your soul. You are the first in human history. Don't say I cheated you. "

"Oh, give up your disgusting idea that it is not enough to throw it into the darkest stinking ditch." Frank said with disgust: "I will not sell my soul to the despicable devil."

"Your statement is very problematic. Selling your soul to the devil is not shameful. In fact, pretending to be reserved in front of someone who can give you strength is the real stupidity."

Mephisto laughed "unruly" and looked at Frank with playful eyes: "If there is one thing that really makes you feel shameful, it should be that your soul is worthless, even the most greedy kid I don't even bother to exchange your soul with a clumsy trick."

"I get a lot of souls here every year, but most of them are worthless, but... obviously, you are not among them."

Mephisto's words were somewhat appreciative, but Frank didn't like this guy's tone. It made him feel like an animal that was sold at a low price and was being inspected by buyers.

"Then I really appreciate your 'appreciation'."

A sarcastic smile appeared on Frank's lips, and he turned around and walked straight towards the magma without any hesitation.

"Put your mind on the next soul. I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

There was a tired look on his face, but relief was in his eyes.

The world was not gentle to him, so he did not reciprocate kindness.

No one knew that when he held his wife who was lying in a pool of blood, he screamed and almost vomited blood.

No one knows that that day he stood in front of the graves of his son and daughter and felt nothing more sad than the death of his heart.

No one knew that he lost the desire to live after killing the enemy who killed his whole family that day.

no one knows.

But none of that matters anymore.

Now, he could finally stop enduring this breathless sin and end this shitty life.

"Oh no no no, I think it's better if you don't make such a hasty decision."

Mephisto smiled cunningly, with the pride of being invincible.

Frank vaguely felt that something was wrong, and sure enough, the devil with a terrifying smile raised his hand and an object emerged from the magma again.

He subconsciously looked at it, but couldn't take his eyes away after just one glance. His fingers trembled slightly, his lips moved a few times, and finally he said the name that haunted him but never dared to say it:

"...Maria?"

The woman in the cage is his wife. The metal cage made of magma is held in Mephisto's hand like a canary for display.

Her eyes were closed tightly, as if she was asleep, but there was an expression of horror and fear on her face, as if she had seen something terrifying while chasing a dream.

"Maria! Damn it, you bastard who deserves to go to hell, let her go!"

Frank's eyes were red, like a furious lion, eager to pounce on Mephisto and tear him into pieces and eat him alive.

"Jie, Jie, Jie, I forgot to tell you, this is hell, and if you are not talented, you are the leader of hell."

Mephisto finally saw the scene he had been waiting for for a long time and smiled happily.

But his heartbreaking act is far from over.

Seeing Frank gnashing his teeth, Mephisto actually nodded his chin. The traces of his performance were extremely obvious, he raised his head and thought for a moment, and slapped his leg in sudden realization:

"Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot there are two more, you see what happened."

Along with his words, a scale emerged from the lava, and Frank's son and daughter were placed on each of the two trays. They had their eyes closed like Maria, with a look of struggle on their faces.

"Frank!!! Lisa!!!"

Frank ran towards the children, stepped into the lava, and his left foot immediately turned into burnt blood under the extreme heat.

"Uhhhhh! I'm going to kill you! I must kill you! You devil who will never be reincarnated!!!"

Frank roared hysterically and unknowingly bit his lip into a piece of rotten flesh.

"Hahaha, I haven't experienced this kind of pleasure as an evil person for many years. If you are a little more angry, it will make me more happy."

Mephisto didn't care about his reaction, but instead intensified: "Let's play a game. Now one side of the scale is going to fall into the magma. Do you choose a son or a daughter? Make an agreement in advance. There is no option to save both. You can only choose one.”

"You dare?! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you now! Ahhhhh!!!"

Frank's spirit had reached the ultimate level of anger, but he was also poured cold water on by the extreme pain.

"Have you thought about it? If you don't tell me the answer, I'll throw it all away~" Mephisto started counting down: "Three...two..."

"...Take it away."

"Huh? What did you just say?"

Mephisto asked again deliberately.

"Take my soul."

Frank looked ashen, slumped on the ground, and whispered.

The energy had completely disappeared from his face, and it was as pale as a corpse's face.

Well, he is indeed a corpse now.

But from now on, even this body no longer belongs to him.

"Wouldn't it be over if I said that earlier? Really."

Mephisto smiled, and the scales suddenly split in half, and Frank's children fell into the hot lava with him.

"NOOOOOOOO——!!!"

Frank roared in collapse and climbed forward desperately, but Mephisto raised his hand to stop him:

"Oh, this is not good. My friend, you have to cherish your body more. After all, it is now my thing."

"Kill you...kill you...!!!"

"Oh, it's so boring and crazy."

Mephisto looked at Frank, who was grinning like a mad dog, waved his hand in disgust, and handed the devil's contract to him:

"Yes, that's right, be miserable, be angry, be hateful! Because only these will give you unparalleled power!"

Frank stared at him, trying to see through the fog on Mephisto's face and see his true appearance.

"Want to kill me? This is really an unexpected wish. I don't know how many souls have sworn to kill me throughout the ages, but I'm still sitting here fine, right?"

Mephisto pointed at the parchment and said bewitchingly: "As long as you sign this contract, you will gain powerful power. Only in this way will you have a chance to defeat me. How about it, do you want to sign it..."

Before He could finish speaking, Frank suddenly thrust his fingers deep into his mouth, biting off his thumb like tearing Mephisto's flesh and blood, and pressed the contract hard with the blood from the severed finger.

"Jie Jie Jie! The contract is established! Let us congratulate this lucky Mr. Frank Custer! He is about to get a second start in life!"

Several splashing sparks erupted from the magma, seemingly to match the performance effect created by Mephisto.

"Remember, from now on, your soul is my face, and your job is to hunt more souls for me and enrich my collection, do you understand?"

Mephisto looked down at Frank, whose eyes turned pure black from time to time, as if he was fighting with something for the right to use his body.

"Come on baby! Defeat Him! Don't let Him take over your body!"

He encouraged him seriously. The person who signed the contract with Frank was not an ordinary spirit of revenge. Zatanos was once a more powerful being than him. He used the evil spirit with powerful threats to the spirit of revenge. The manufacturing process is injected into the human body, and he is also engaging in an exciting gamble.

The bet was won and a powerful subordinate was obtained.

I lost the bet... It doesn't matter if I lost the bet. Even if Zatanos invaded Frank's body and was sealed for so long, his strength is already far inferior to what it used to be. What's more, he was so seriously injured back then, Murphy It wouldn't take much effort for Stowe to deal with him.

"Ughhhhhh!!!"

The pain of having his brain torn apart finally made even a tough man like Frank unbearable, and he kept rolling on the ground like a landed fish.

Seeing his reaction, Mephisto felt relieved, knowing that the fusion was most likely successful. He leaned comfortably on the chair, supported Frank's wife, and slowly sank into the magma. Looking at Frank who was in great pain, he said:

"Looking forward to your first batch of prey~"

Frank didn't answer, he just concentrated on using his iron will to hold on to the last piece of consciousness and fight against Zatanos.

"I...will definitely...kill you...!!!"

……

Hell's Kitchen.

Ethan was sitting exhausted on the curb, looking sadly at the SHIELD members coming in and out of the alley opposite.

This street has been blocked. The secret base of the Hand is built on sewers. It is so complicated that it cannot be completed in a short while. It is another big project.

Next to him was Frank's body, which had been covered with a white cloth, and the unpleasant smell of burnt fish could be clearly smelled.

Originally, the SHIELD personnel planned to put it directly in a body bag, but Ethan stopped it.

He should have died a dignified death, instead of being an unclaimed ghost who was dissected by a forensic doctor and dumped in the morgue, and then quietly discarded late one night.

Just when Ethan was thinking about how to arrange Frank's funeral, fierce flames suddenly rose from the latter's body, and in an instant, all the white cloth covering his body was engulfed, revealing the horrible charred corpse underneath.

"Holy crap! Why did you get caught again?!"

Ethan stood up quickly and quickly kicked the fire hydrant next to him.

"Wow----!!!"

The turbulent water splashed out, and Ethan used his feet to guide the direction, shooting towards Frank's body with huge water pressure.

"call--!!!"

The fierce and blazing flames actually made a creepy burning sound, which was particularly dazzling in the dark streets at midnight.

The red flames rose up, like a pillar of fire, directly into the sky, lighting up the entire night sky.

In the blazing heat that seemed to burn everything, Frank's flesh and blood gradually turned into the fuel of the flames, and burned away under Ethan's horrified eyes, leaving only a withered skeleton.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Ethan, who had never seen such a scene before, was immediately stunned. Even Coulson, who was conducting the command not far away, showed a rare expression of complete loss and shock.

What was even more horrifying was what happened later. Frank's skeleton stood up slowly. The burning skull and the skull pattern on his chest contrasted with each other. His empty eye sockets seemed to look at Ethan unconsciously and said in a low voice:

"Kill you……!!!"

The water splashed on the skeleton, evaporating a large amount of water mist in an instant. It had no effect on extinguishing the fire. Instead, the surrounding area was completely shrouded in water mist, and the vision became blurred. You could only vaguely see the figure wrapped around the body. The bright figure of the flames.

"F-Frank, is that you, buddy?"

Ethan bravely asked tentatively, feeling the scorching heat that made it difficult to breathe.

"Frank..."

Frank repeated it, seeming to remember his own name, and using this anchor, he quickly remembered everything.

"Ugh..."

He lowered his head and looked at the terrifying appearance of himself being neither a human nor a ghost. He seemed to be unable to adapt. He staggered back two steps and almost fell to the ground.

"Don't move! Put your hands behind your head! Get down on the ground immediately!"

Fighters from SHIELD and N-Tek gathered around, all holding weapons, looking at the flaming skeleton in shock and fear.

Even in this world where weird creatures roam the streets every day, such an exaggerated and scary look is too impactful.

"Hiss..."

Frank looked stiffly in the direction of the sound, moved his mandible, and said hoarsely:

"……guilty!"

He looked around, carefully noted down everyone who pointed a gun at him, and roared:

"You! You are all guilty!"

Frank suddenly opened his mouth, and without warning, a pillar of fire formed by the flames of hell was sprayed out from his mouth.

"Roar--!!!"

"Get out of the way!"

Ethan rushed forward, and when the pillar of fire was about to engulf the unlucky guy, he narrowly saved him.

"Everyone! Retreat immediately!" Ethan shouted anxiously: "Frank! Wake up! The Punisher is not a scum who kills innocent people indiscriminately!"

"Innocent...them?"

Frank tilted his head strangely, and his voice was filled with anger again: "They! They are all guilty!"

Along with the violent roar, the gloomy white bones seemed to be burned into blood red by the flames. The churning sea of ​​fire centered on him and invaded all around. The raging flames were like a blooming fire lotus, threatening to swallow up all the sins in the world.

"Get out!"

The vehicles parked around were all engulfed in orange and red flames, bursting out with violent explosions. Fortunately, most of the people present were elites. They had quickly retreated after being reminded by Ethan, and there were no deaths for the time being.

In the center of hell on earth, Frank stood proudly, his roar containing frightening rage echoed in Hell's Kitchen under the night:

"Thousands of sins have been committed against me!"

"I am Ghost Rider! I am the Punisher!"

"I am—heavenly punishment!"