American Comics: I! Abnormal Superman Really Want to Be a Good God

The girl's soul can be put aside for now, but this pure mechanical soul bestowed by the Creator cannot be let go!

"Heh, what are you calling your mother for?! You idiot!"

"The spirits of vengeance have fallen so low as to become executioners who harvest souls for you demons. They have disgraced the spirits of vengeance and deserve to die!"

Chen Hao scoffed dismissively, not taking Mephisto, the Lord of Hell, seriously at all.

It's just a mere clone, a demon that only dares to cause trouble in the shadows. Even if its true form descends, it won't be afraid.

"Mortal! You actually know about the Spirit of Vengeance? Logically speaking, someone your age shouldn't know about the Spirit of Vengeance!"

Mephisto stared at him in surprise, wondering to himself if this was some ancient demon god incarnate.

Mephisto, who was known for his caution and prudence, began to probe Chen Hao with his words.

"Is the Spirit of Vengeance still a secret? Who on Earth doesn't know the origin of the Spirit of Vengeance?"

"But your shameless deception has turned the last remaining Spirit of Vengeance into a puppet for harvesting souls."

Chen Hao's serious-sounding nonsense, coupled with his calm and confident expression, made Mephisto even more uneasy.

The Spirit of Vengeance was created by God in Heaven, following the Great Flood of Noah's Ark thousands of years ago.

God, who originally intended to punish humanity through natural disasters, felt it was too cruel. However, humanity's original sinful nature had not changed as a result. Therefore, God created a second batch of vengeful spirits known as living weapons.

They descend from the heavens as a rain of fire, seeking human hosts and merging with their souls to become Ghost Riders, thus punishing the sins of the mortal world.

From that time onward, the main duty of the Spirit of Vengeance was to oversee the evil nature of humanity in the world and to avenge the innocent who were killed by evil.

Therefore, Ghost Rider is also known as the Wrath of God!

Of course, such power also needs oversight. When the power of justice is unchecked, it may become a sin.

God also sent a person in charge of overseeing the vengeful spirits and maintaining stability on Earth.

He is the Archangel Randkiel, the guardian of Jupiter, who represents freedom, mercy, compassion, and forgiveness.

However, the demon lords of hell never lost their will to invade Earth, and the spirits of vengeance fought bravely and risked their lives to take away a large number of demons from hell.

But the spirit of vengeance began to fade away as a result.

They banished the demons and Zatanus, but they themselves were reduced to a mere fraction, slowly forgotten and disappearing into the long river of time.

"Heh, even if you know, so what? This body is just an avatar. Although it took a lot of effort, you still can't touch me in the slightest."

"I can leave whenever I want now, what can you do about it?"

As the lord of hell, he had that much confidence.

"Screw you!"

Chen Hao gave him no chance whatsoever, his burning gaze instantly sweeping across Mephisto's neck!

Mephisto's earth-walking clone didn't even have time to react before being wiped out...

However, this was just an avatar. Mephisto, whose soul was immortal, chuckled wickedly, his voice full of mockery.

"Mortals of Earth, you can never kill the great Lord of Hell, Mephisto! I am everywhere! Hahaha!"

Watching Mephisto's departing figure, Chen Hao couldn't help but reveal a strange smile.

"This idiot is actually quite pleased with himself. Does he really think we can't do anything to him just because he's hiding in hell?"

Mephisto, the sixth brother, never easily leaves the Hell dimension in his physical form; his soul, however, is divided into countless forms and travels throughout the multiverse.

However, since the soul is merely divided into countless forms, its strength is only so-so. He was also unaware that Chen Hao was already devouring the Space Gem.

The moment he left, they had already subtly tampered with his soul, and a spatial marker followed him.

However, going to Mephisto's lair, Hell, does require some preparation time, since Hell is his home turf, and Mephisto was right.

He needs to find some helpers....

"Brother Chen Hao, what that guy said at the end was a bit too scary."

Wanda was extremely worried when she heard Mephisto's curse-like voice before he disappeared; her little hands turned white as she clenched her fists...

"Even if the sky falls, your brother will hold it up for you. In a few days, your brother will go to hell and take him down!"

He gently pulled Wanda into his arms, speaking the most tender words yet filled with murderous intent, but his strong confidence made Wanda feel incredibly at ease.

"Yes, I believe in my brother."

Wanda pressed her little head close to Chen Hao, greedily inhaling his sun-like aura.

Silence speaks louder than words; two lonely, wandering hearts have never been so close...

Looking at Wanda, who was as lazy as a cat, Chen Hao rubbed his aching forehead, feeling speechless. He had really suffered last night.

This girl is having an emotional outburst; no matter how much I plead with her, she won't let me leave. It's so frustrating to just look at her without being able to do anything about it!

"Hey, so some bastard got his comeuppance from Wanda, huh? That's great, hehe!"

Tornado looked at the dejected Chen Hao with a smile and teased him.

"You're getting more and more outrageous now. Don't you even know who's the head of the household anymore?"

Chen Hao glared fiercely at Long Juan, realizing he had spoiled them too much; they were about to get out of control!

"Hehe! Come on, come on, do you think the four of us sisters are afraid of you?"

Isabella, always eager for a good show, loved stirring things up, especially with her captivating half-sisters.

With his anger blazing and nowhere to vent, Chen Hao was far from being polite!

In no time, the intermittent sounds of Yesgood and pleas for mercy woke Wanda.

"That guy is so mean!"

Wanda blushed and pouted, but the more she tried to filter it out, the clearer it became, making her extremely uncomfortable.

I don't know how much time passed, but it seemed to come to an end with someone's scream.

Wanda peeked into the messy living room and everyone chuckled awkwardly. Did they really enjoy it that much?

"Wow! That's terrifying! This bad older brother is truly gifted."

Wanda squinted and gestured, then quickly ran away in surprise and embarrassment, realizing she had been corrupted and how could she have done this.

"Hehe, you darn master, Wanda is getting cuter and cuter."

Tornado, seemingly drawing strength from nowhere, flipped herself over again, gritting her teeth and gritting her teeth as she served, her hair flying wildly as she didn't forget to make a joke.

"Get out of here! You're all the ones who corrupted her. Today I'm going to teach you a lesson! Line up!"

We were wrong! We were so wrong!

"Hmph! Admit your mistakes! Stand at attention when you're going to get a beating!"

Chen Hao wouldn't tolerate this; you think you can get away with anything?

The protracted battle finally solidified the authority and position of the head of the family, and this is the right way to do it!

That night, Chen Hao called Eric.

"Eric, let's get ready to make our move. The Americans should have withdrawn by now, since they were just privately responsible for the wrongdoing."

Chen Hao spoke with a smile, deftly absolving himself of any responsibility...

"Boss, we withdrew our troops a long time ago. They were wary of Wakanda's technology. The military even wanted to cooperate, but I refused."

Eric answered Chen Hao with utmost respect, not daring to straighten his back even though they were just talking on the phone.

He even felt that his boss was everywhere, even when he was thousands of miles away.

"Alright! Let's get started!"

“I believe you can perfectly control the entire country of Wakanda,” Chen Hao said calmly.

Although Chen Hao's voice was calm and even comforting, Eric sensed a deep chill in it.

It's okay if you can't, but you can't die....

In Wakanda at night, the newly crowned Black Panther Erik invites the old King T'Chaka to a dinner party at his home.

The atmosphere at the table was excellent, and Eric kept toasting Tchaka, which made Tchaka look quite pleased.

The atmosphere was lively, with toasts and drinks flowing freely.

Tchaka was deeply moved, realizing that he had found a pretext to kill N'Jobu in order to secure his throne...

Unexpectedly, after all the twists and turns, the throne still fell to their lineage, and they themselves were like a reflection of the moon in a well or a flower in the water.

He glanced at Su Rui, thinking how wonderful it would be if she were a boy, so that the throne wouldn't be used to benefit someone else.

"Uncle, let's have another drink. Maybe we won't have this chance again."

Eric suddenly raised his glass and said something, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Hahaha, Eric, what nonsense are you talking about? I'm not leaving, I'm right here."

Slightly tipsy, Tchaka laughed heartily, thinking to himself, "You haven't even had much to drink, how come you're already drunk?"

"My dear uncle, let this be your last farewell dinner. I would like to ask you to die!"

Eric stood up quietly, staring coldly at Tchaka, his usual humility nowhere to be seen.

Eric is now a wolf that will devour anyone it wants!