American Comics: Something's Wrong with This Superhero World

Chapter 230

"Aren't you afraid of dying?" Xiao Xian looked at the leader with interest. In his own perception of fear, this guy was terrified of death, but he looked so confident and righteous.

The ability to instill fear originates from Pannevis, a multiverse-level evil god. Logically speaking, even in another world, there shouldn't be any problems. At most, the ability would be weakened, but there shouldn't be any issues.

The junior leader, fearless, replied with his head held high, "What is there to fear in death? After I die, I will be worshipped by the world just like the war heroes here, and there is even hope that I can become a heroic spirit."

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

Those around him nodded in agreement, a similar flame igniting in their eyes: "We will never yield!"

As shrine staff, they were well aware of the treatment of the so-called war heroes within the shrine. Since everyone dies eventually, rather than betraying the shrine now and being purged by the Japanese pantheon after death, they might as well die with dignity and improve their posthumous treatment.

So that's how it is. Looking at the crowd vying to show off, Xiao Xian instantly understood what they were thinking. So these people wanted to make a good impression on the leader.

If ordinary people came to bomb the shrine or threatened them with guns, this method might indeed be effective. But the current situation is that their leader has already been blocked at the gate by Egyptian and Chinese pantheons. Let alone the souls of ordinary people like them, even the souls of divine children might not dare to come forward to rescue them.

Xiao Xian curled his lip, a hint of sneer in his voice: "Young man, you've chosen the wrong path. I am the God of the Underworld. If you are killed by me, you will never be reincarnated."

"There's no hope for the heroic spirits or vengeful spirits. Just stay in my hellish space and endure the torture! I'll arrange for eight hundred strong men to provide you with SVIP service later."

To prove he wasn't lying, Xiao Xian slowly raised his left hand. The souls of the fallen soldiers and clergy began to rise and surge toward Xiao Xian's left hand.

The soul struggled frantically, but to no avail. As if being dragged into a bottomless abyss, it was swallowed into Xiao Xian's left hand and mouth with a pained expression.

The leader and the others watched this horrific scene with utter terror that ran deep in their bones.

A powerful survival instinct caused the leader to panic like never before. He was immediately gripped by fear, trembling all over, and said in a shaky voice, "I...I admit I spoke too loudly, I hope you can spare my life." His eyes no longer held any fighting spirit, only the will to survive remained.

If it were just suffering while alive, the minor leader could bear it, but with his soul taken away, as a clergyman, he naturally understood what that meant. Let alone eight hundred strong men, even eight hundred cows wouldn't be out of the question.

Even more terrifying is that once captured and taken to Xiao Xian's hell, the underlings cannot even commit suicide; they can only be tortured by Xiao Xian forever.

Seeing this, the attitudes of those around them changed drastically. Gone was their previous arrogance; now they were all desperately begging for forgiveness: "We were wrong! Please, have mercy on us!"

Faced with everyone's pleas for mercy, Xiao Xian smiled slightly and slowly began to make empty promises.

"It's not impossible for you to abandon darkness and embrace the light. Pick up your weapons and attack the shrine with me. If you behave well, I might consider sparing your lives. As for those who die, don't worry, I will decide your fate after death based on your conduct in life."

For example, if the number of strong men is reduced from eight hundred to four hundred, then the treatment is finally improved, right? Xiao Xian thought to himself.

These words, like spring rain, offered a glimmer of hope to the despairing crowd. Almost instantly, their fear transformed into hope. They nodded in agreement, some even with a gleam of excitement in their eyes. They looked at each other, as if to say, "There is still hope!"

The foreman's reaction was even more intense. He knelt on the ground and bowed deeply to Xiao Xian, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Your Majesty, I will forever remember your great kindness and virtue. From now on, I will follow you as my leader and pray to you every day." After saying this, the foreman looked up, his gaze fervent, and asked sincerely, "May we ask your honorable name, sir? How should we address you?"

According to the foreman, gods have a need for faith, and as a new employee who has just switched jobs, what he should do is to show his usefulness.

Putting everything else aside, just considering that I am a believer, wouldn't it be alright to treat me well after death?

Xiao Xian was unsure whether to agree or disagree, but Seth was quite excited. The power of faith was finally here!

Sensing the excitement Seth was conveying, Xiao Xian replied, "You may call me Death, Seth."

Faith is a treasure for Seth, but for Xiao Xian, it's best to avoid it altogether.

Seeing everyone submit, Xiao Xian nodded and said, "Alright, now pick up your weapons and try to persuade the others to surrender. Those who refuse to surrender, shoot them on the spot."

Since these people's souls will be dragged into hell sooner or later anyway, we might as well make the most of them while they're still alive. And rather than giving them direct despair, we can gather more emotional energy by first giving them hope and then shattering that hope.

Everyone nodded repeatedly, and no one dared to disobey. Then they all stood up, picked up the scattered guns and other weapons, and bowed ninety degrees to Xiao Xian.

"Thank you, God, for your great kindness and grace! We will certainly live up to your mission."

Xiao Xian watched this scene with little emotional fluctuation in his eyes, simply nodding as if it were all within his expectations. Then, his figure vanished silently like a wisp of smoke.

Xiao Xian flew to the sky above the Lingxi Book Feng'an Hall. Before he could use his thermal vision, twelve yin spirits carrying heavy resentment and bloodlust suddenly appeared. They surrounded Xiao Xian like howling winds swirling around a lonely peak.

It seems the intelligence from China was correct. In order to counter Xiao Xian, the human form of Set, the Japanese used a large number of blood sacrifices to enhance the power of these ghosts.

But it's all good, Xiao Xian also wants to see how strong he is in this world with the blessing of divine power and authority.

However, Xiao Xian was not met with an attack from twelve ghosts, but rather with a synchronized kneeling, as if they had rehearsed it many times beforehand.

"We are willing to become your servants, to manage the land of neon for God, and to collect the faith of mankind. We only ask that God be magnanimous and forgive our souls."

Xiao Xian remained unmoved by the pleas of these souls. He was joking; he would never spare these guys, no matter who they were. Moreover, these souls were all powerful superhumans, unlike those fools who hadn't even signed a contract and were easy to fool.

Xiao Xian shook his head, resolutely refusing.

"I have no need for such disgusting subordinates to serve me. Besides, the gods of China have already demanded your souls."

(End of this chapter)