No feeding of soul gems

The metropolis is almost as prosperous as New York, and even more glamorous than the city that never sleeps.In New York, you can still see thieves and pickpockets in the dark alleys, but in the metropolis, even the smallest crime is as obvious as a searchlight in the dark.

All because of one hero, Superman.

People often say that a city has a character.People choose livable cities, and cities choose people who fit their temperament.People living in Paris will inevitably be infected with the romance of this city, people living in Venice will inevitably be infected with the tenderness of this city, people living in Vienna will inevitably be infected with the elegance of this city, and people living in the metropolis will inevitably be infected with the city’s elegance. People will inevitably be infected with the light that belongs to this city.

That's right, bright.

Millions of people stop and look up at the sky at every break in their lives just to see the big blue man fly over the city.They understand that with every appearance of Superman, someone will be rescued from a life-or-death crisis, and even Superman's arch-villain Lex Luthor can't deny the yearning for Superman deep in his heart.

- "When I was little, my father would beat me up, scold me, and humiliate me, but at that moment, why didn't God come down from the sky to save me?"

——“If God is all-good, then he is not all-powerful; if God is all-powerful, then he is not all-good.”

"Save," Luther said.

"God," Luther said.

No matter how crazy the behavior of this human supremacist who wants to crucify Superman with his own hands is, his understanding of the essence of Superman is revealed all the time from his words.Superman is good, Superman is strong, and Luthor may have hated his father, hated the people who had mocked and abused him, but at one particular moment, he blamed Superman for being late.

Why does God respond to others but never to me?

Why does God save other people but never me?

Why does God favor others, but never me?

Longing produces jealousy, jealousy produces resentment, resentment produces hatred, and then——

"Yes," said Luthor, "human beings can save themselves, and human beings don't need gods."

This is the human supremacy theory that once swept the whole world like a virus. It is the heavy shackles on the superpowers, the sharp knife stabbed from the back of the protector of the earth, and the flame of destroying glory burning under the feet of heroes.

Carrying the love of all mankind, the hatred of all mankind, the expectations, and the loathing, Superman is neither omniscient nor omnipotent, nor can he change the world in a single thought. He can fly in space, he can survive under extreme conditions, but his feet are still on the ground, his eyes are still watching the victims, and his ears are still listening to the cries for help.

Kal-El wasn't a god, but he tried his best.

The whole metropolis is bathed in his glory.

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Vormir felt a little breathless just standing in this city where the windows of every building reflected people's shadows. He glanced sideways at his traveling companions and found that Strange accepted this weird mirror image well, not only Well received and seems to be having a bit of fun with it.Soul Gem swears it saw him linger for a few minutes in front of a store with exceptionally clean glass, just to get a look at his beard and hair.

Seriously, anyone who lingers for more than five seconds in front of a store with a poster that just says "Coffee Latte" probably has a bit of an attitude problem.

Strange seems to have been irritated by his ten-year-old uncle's appearance, and then he looked at the punk youth with a red necklace hanging beside him. If these two disguised identities are taken out properly, some people will think they are father and son. .He swallowed a mouthful of old blood, took out the small notebook that Wang had given him before he left, and began to search for the magic core of the city according to the monitoring magic system handed down by mages since ancient times.

Seeing that he was busy working on his own, Vormir also let go of the soul induction without reservation, and the power of the soul swept across the souls like a searchlight.Generally speaking, the souls of ordinary people are more scattered, while the souls of superpowers are more solid, and the souls with righteous thoughts always seem to be covered with a soft white light, which is basically a dazzling level like Steve and Clark. , and the soul with evil thoughts is always covered with a layer of black shadow like clouds and fog, and it needs to dispel impurities before sinking into the soul space.

Vormir didn’t mess it up this time, he has developed strong self-control during the days spent in the Avengers base, not to mention that there are some artifacts from the far east that are frantically swiping in the group at critical moments The "Pure Heart Curse" and "Great Compassion Curse" not only corrupted the desire/desire of the group leader, but also made some artifacts with unstable minds become obsessed.

Really hateful.

Vormir memorized the locations of several key shadows in his mind, and when he turned around, he saw Strange with an extremely strange expression on his face.

"What?" he asked.

"Could you not do this?" Strange grumbled.He is holding a tattered compass in his hand. If you don't look carefully, it is difficult to find that there are golden magic imprints flowing in every line of the compass. No matter what the compass was originally used for, but now The pointer suspended on the plane swayed like a goat, and the base turned red, making it look hot.

"Which one did I do?"

"this."

Strange sighed, raised his orchid finger to pinch the compass with one hand (it was really hot), and compared his companion from top to bottom with the other hand.

"You just pointed at my whole body."

"What I mean is that when you use your strength, your whole body is a light source, and the positioning compass cannot work because of your influence."

"Oh."

Vormir withdrew his soul power, frowned and looked at the compass until the pointer trembled wildly at this junior.The supreme sorcerer who freed his hand finally showed his strength and successfully used the compass to locate the magic center of the entire city.

Two hours later, they got off the taxi, and they chatted about the customs of the metropolis all the way. Two of the three sentences must be the uncle driver who was calling Superman and made a "safe journey" gesture to them. , drove the car and left in a hurry.

The sun at noon was a bit harsh, but Strange's heart was chilled.

Sure enough, the expected ridicule flew out from the mouth of the infinite boss. "You used this broken compass to locate for a long time, and this is where you located? Really? The core point of magic is Superman Memorial Park? Look, I said that this kind of outdated antique should be eliminated. The heart of the universe will cry when it sees it .”

Compass who just applied to join the group and failed: Hey! QAQ

"The compass can't be wrong." Strange tried to maintain the dignity of the supreme mage.

"Oh, then you mean that you are going to take out a magic weapon to do it here, in the place with the most traffic, the most tourists, and the most conspicuous place in the entire metropolis?" Vormir said flatly, "Then What's the use of me giving you Superman glasses, why don't you stand on top of the Daily Planet and shout that I'm a plainclothes sent by the universe next door?"

Strange: Huh.

If it weren't for my shielding spell still working, you would be discovered by Superman the moment you said this!

The supreme mage is very wronged, but the supreme mage can't shout. The supreme mage can only walk around under the big statue of Superman kneeling on one knee like an ordinary tourist, hoping to find a magic core that will not attract the attention of passers-by. way.

He went around and felt that something was wrong. When he looked up, he saw a short man with a broken leg who was climbing up the base of the statue with his hands, wearing a wool cap on his head, and holding a Bottles of spray paint. ? ? ?I watched this episode!

The supreme mage used a little magic to lift off the short man who was already hanging on the fingertips of the statue, and the short man fell to the ground with a plop, making a sharp scream.If the screams were a little real at the beginning, when he began to cry about the existence of Superman that made him lose his legs, it was a completely eye-catching drama.

Strange clicked his tongue softly.

By looking at the inscription on the stone tablet, Vormir caught a glimpse of a guy in the crowd who was recording video with his mobile phone from the corner of his eye.The videographer was very vigilant. As soon as he noticed the sight of others, he quickly put his mobile phone back into his pocket, put his hands in his pockets, whistled, and tried to leave the scene as if nothing had happened.

His soul shone with a slight black light, and the core of his soul seemed to be a little twisted, as if he was afraid of something.

A ragged homeless man followed behind the videographer, his soul was amazingly bright.

"Is Luther behind?" Strange asked in a low voice.

"It's not like," Vormir replied, "I don't see Luthor in the memory of these two people, but their memory itself is very chaotic, intermittent, and mixed with large sections of horror, I can't catch it. What an important clue."

"So the memory is distorted."

"If the memory is a tape, his memory has already been spent. Someone used something he was afraid of to destroy the continuity of the memory." Vormir nodded. "This is not a change at the soul level, which is different from those mutants before."

The Supreme Mage frowned: "The Justice League is already huge, what's the use of playing these tricks at this time?"

Vormir also couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't even figure out why someone had cleaned the memory of his subordinates in advance.But he may have been a little arrogant in the past, but he never denied the wisdom of human beings: "Don't worry, someone will help us find the answer."

Strange closed his eyes, as if he was deducing something. After a while, he raised his head from his contemplation, and the corner of his mouth hooked up: "You mean that tramp?"

"Our 'old friend'," Vormir also laughed, "I didn't expect to be a double-standard dog."

He kept saying that he forbids other people from intruding into his territory, but it turned out that he did it logically, without any hesitation.That is to say, Clark is honest and honest, and he is always eaten to death by his partners.It's just that this period of time is an important period for the construction of watchtowers. Some comrades who see watchtowers like eyeballs don't stay on the front line. interested.

He then warned his companions: "Hurry up and think of a way to point the magic power core at that point, I don't want to miss any exciting parts."

The homeless man followed the sneak photographer into a dimly lit alley.

When he turned the second corner, he took out a sharp dagger from his pocket, put on a bearded face, put on a very fierce face, and quickened his pace to press the sneak photographer against the wall.

"Don't move." He said hoarsely.

"Don't hurt me!" The sneak photographer looked at the dagger on his waist in horror, "I don't have anything valuable on me!"

"Fuck, do you think I'm blind?" the homeless growled in a low voice, "Get out your phone."

The candid photographer was still hesitating, but the homeless man immediately pressed the dagger tightly.

His face was dark, but his eyes were astonishingly bright, like a ferocious beast lurking in the dark night, wanting to choose someone to devour.A car drove by from outside the alley, the sun shone on the body, reflected into the dark alley, instantly illuminating the blurred pattern on his pocket.

It was an old jacket that reeked of booze, cigarettes, sweat, and trash.

Just when the candid photographer felt that he was about to pee in fear, a tall man in a cloak abducted out of nowhere.The man looked up and down the two people's unfriendly appearance for a while, then clapped his hands, and smiled a little when he spoke.

"My God, my God, Match Malone," said the black-robed man, "do it on Big Blue's territory, and be careful that he throws you into the sun."