American comics: Something is wrong with this superhero world

Chapter 230

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Xiao Xian looked at the little leader with great interest. He knew that this guy was very afraid of death in his fear perception, but he looked so confident and righteous.

The ability to fear comes from Pennywise, the multiverse-level evil god. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any problem even in a different world. At most, the ability will be weakened, and there won't be any problem.

The little leader was not afraid at all. He held his head high and replied, "Why should I fear death? After I die, I will be worshipped by the world like the war heroes here. I may even be able to become a heroic spirit."

The little chief's words were full of confidence and heroism, as if he believed that his sacrifice would bring him eternal glory, and there was even a hint of smugness in his tone.

The people around nodded when they heard this, and the same fire ignited in their eyes: "We will never surrender!"

As staff members of the shrine, they certainly knew how the so-called war heroes were treated in the shrine. Everyone would die one day anyway, so instead of turning against them now and being liquidated by the Japanese pantheon after death, it would be better to die dignified now and improve their treatment after death.

So that's how it is. Xiao Xian looked at the people who were vying to show off and instantly understood what these people were thinking. Did they want to gain points in front of the leader?

If ordinary people came to blow up the shrine, or threatened them with guns, this method might indeed be useful, but the current situation is that their boss has been blocked by the Egyptian and Chinese gods. Not to mention the souls of ordinary people like them, even the soul of the Son of God may not dare to come forward to rescue him.

Xiao Xian curled his lips, and a hint of sneer appeared in his tone: "Young man, you have chosen a narrow path. I am the God of Hades. If you are killed by me, you will never be reborn."

"There is no hope for the heroic spirits and vengeful spirits. Just stay in my hell and accept the torture! I will arrange 800 strong men to provide you with VIP services later."

To prove that he did not lie to them, Xiao Xian slowly raised his left hand. The souls of the soldiers and clergy who had just fallen began to rise and flow towards Xiao Xian's left hand.

The soul struggled frantically, but to no avail. It was like being dragged into a bottomless abyss. With a painful look on its face, it was swallowed into the mouth on Xiao Xian's left hand.

The small leader and other personnel looked at this horrific scene, feeling utter fear in their bones.

The strong survival instinct made the little leader panic like never before. He was immediately overwhelmed by fear, trembling all over, and said in a trembling voice: "I... I admit that I spoke too loudly, I hope you can spare my life." There was no more vigorous fighting spirit in his eyes, only the desire to survive.

If he was just tortured during his lifetime, the little chief could still endure it, but his soul was taken away. As a clergyman, the little chief naturally understood what this meant. Not to mention eight hundred strong men, even eight hundred cows could be taken away.

What’s even more terrifying is that once the small leaders are caught and taken to Xiao Xian’s hell, they can’t even commit suicide and can only be tortured forever by Xiao Xian.

Seeing this, the people around them suddenly changed their attitudes. They changed from being unruly to begging for forgiveness at the top of their lungs: "We were wrong, please have mercy on us and let us go!"

Facing the crowd's pleas for mercy, Xiao Xian smiled slightly and slowly said:
"It's not impossible for you to turn from darkness to light. Pick up your weapons and join me in attacking the shrine. If you behave well, I can consider letting you go. If you die, don't worry. I will decide how you will be treated after death based on your behavior in life."

For example, from 800 strong men to 400 strong men, this is finally an improvement in treatment, right? Xiao Xian thought to himself. These words were like late spring rain, giving the desperate people a glimmer of hope. They almost instantly turned their fear into hope. They nodded one after another, and some even had excitement flashing in their eyes. They looked at each other, as if to say, "There is still hope!"

The little leader's reaction was even more intense. He knelt on the ground and bowed deeply to Xiao Xian, his eyes full of gratitude. "My Lord God, I will always remember your kindness and virtue. From now on, I am willing to take you as my leader and pray every day." After that, the little leader raised his head, his eyes were burning, and he asked sincerely, "I wonder what your name is, sir? How should we address you?"

According to the little boss's understanding, gods require faith, and as a new employee who has just changed jobs, what he should do is to show his usefulness.

Apart from anything else, just because you are a believer, it would be okay for you to be treated better after death, right?
Xiao Xian didn't know whether this was acceptable or not, but Set was quite excited. Wasn't the power of faith coming? !
Feeling the excitement conveyed by Set, Xiao Xian replied, "You can call me the God of Death, Set."

Faith is a treasure to Set, but to Xiao Xian, it is better not to touch it if possible.

Seeing everyone surrender, Xiao Xian nodded and said, "Okay, now you pick up your weapons and persuade others to surrender. Those who are unwilling to surrender will be shot on the spot."

Anyway, these people's souls will be dragged into hell sooner or later, so it's better to make use of them while they are still alive. Moreover, compared to direct despair, giving them hope first and then smashing the hope can collect more emotional power.

Everyone nodded repeatedly, no one dared to disobey, and then they stood up, picked up the guns and other weapons scattered on the ground, and bowed 90 degrees to Xiao Xian.

"Thank God for his great grace! We will definitely fulfill our mission."

Xiao Xian looked at this scene, his eyes did not show much emotion, he simply nodded, as if all this was within his expectations. Then, the figure flew away silently like a light smoke.

Xiao Xian flew above the Lingxi Book Enshrinement Hall. Before he could use his thermal vision, twelve ghosts carrying heavy resentment and bloody aura suddenly appeared. They surrounded Xiao Xian like a howling wind around a lonely peak.

It seems that the information from China is correct. In order to fight against Xiao Xian, the incarnation of Set, Neon used a large number of blood sacrifices to enhance the strength of these ghosts.

But that’s okay. Xiao Xian also wants to try how strong he is in this world with the blessing of divine power and authority.

However, what greeted Xiao Xian was not the siege of the twelve ghosts, but the uniform kneeling, as if they had practiced it many times beforehand.

"We are willing to be your slaves, managing the Neon Land for the God, and collecting the faith of the world. We only ask that you, the God, be magnanimous and forgive our souls."

Xiao Xian was unmoved by the pleas of these souls. What a joke! He could not spare these guys. Besides, these souls were all powerful extraordinary beings. They were not as easy to fool as those fools who didn't even sign the contract.

Xiao Xian shook his head and refused firmly.
"I don't need disgusting subordinates like you to serve me. Besides, the Chinese gods have already specifically asked for your souls."

(End of this chapter)