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At this point, the **** of death laughed instead. Frank looked up and heard him say, "You seem to have made a mistake, Mr. Frank, I never said I was going to send you to see your wife and children."

Frank looked at him in astonishment, as if he couldn't understand what was going on.

One second passed, two seconds passed. He blinked, and when he spoke again, even his voice trembled: "What do you... mean? Are they not in heaven?"

Death shook his head gently and said calmly, "No, heaven never existed."

"What are you talking about?"

Reaper leaned back in his chair, and from Frank's point of view, the expression on his face was like pity, but also like a mean ridicule: "Frank Custer. You have killed countless people, and you are used to seeing the darkness and ugliness of human nature. You know what someone can do for a little money. But even so...you still believe in heaven."

"Do you really believe that people's souls will be reckoned after they die? There will be demons and angels who will extradite the souls of the wicked and the good, so that they can continue to enjoy a good life in another world after they die?" He almost looked fast Laugh out loud. "No, no. Frank Custer. Heaven and **** just don't exist."

"Ah, I'm being too absolute... Heaven and **** exist, but what you believe, what you imagine, is absolutely not. I'll just say it straight, whether it's Heaven or hell, in fact, it's all the way."

The **** of death sat on the chair, opened his hands, a white light curtain appeared in his left hand, and a fiery flame in his right hand.

Two screens appear. On the left, those beautiful creatures with wings and unknown gender are throwing human souls into a huge furnace, and countless screams are coming from it.

On the right, the red-skinned devils are constantly whipping the souls of human beings, making them scream through hell, while forcing them to repeat meaningless labor. This is a never-ending punishment, and all kinds of negative emotions emanating from their souls will fly into the sky of **** little by little, and then become new demons.

Frank stared blankly at everything in front of him, and his heart suddenly became empty.

"And I am not a **** of death." He stood up from his chair and introduced himself politely: "My name is He Shenyan, and I am a mage."

A slender and white hand stretched out in front of Frank, and he heard a smiling voice from the mysterious oriental man who claimed to be a mage: "Frank Custer, do you want to... Are they all burnt to ashes?"

It's the same cheap hotel room.

A pungent and choking smell began to fill the air, not like fire, but like the smell of a scorched human body. But there was something else mixed in, something deeper and scarier.

A hand was gently placed on the side of the single bed, and the arm was forced, and the owner of this hand used this force to get up. It was Frank Custer, the Punisher himself. He looked the same as before, but his head was back to normal.

But that expression became more deadly than before. If the Punisher is a product of Frank Custer's death, then this person standing here... no, this thing, I am afraid there is nothing left.

He is not a man, nor a monster, but a dregs—a dregs that exist purely for revenge.

But to whom to avenge?

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Kim sat in his office, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. A woman's face began to flash back and forth in his head.

From their meeting in the gallery, to the pleasant chat, the first date, the outing, the outing... All the past flashed before his eyes, and finally, it was fixed to the appearance of her when she died.

He began to feel heartache, and with it came intense anger at himself. He ordered Vanessa to be killed, no one can deny that. But for some reason, his heart was clearly turbulent, but his face was calm as ice.

Did the turbulent waters freeze?

The deliberate silence was broken by a man rushing through the door of his office, and Kim watched him blankly, waiting for what he had to say.

The man's face was full of horror: "Boss! He, he is resurrected!"

"Who?"

"Frank Custer!" When he said this, his voice actually took on a cry.

The next second, an explosion sounded. From the door of the office, scattered smoke filled the air. Jin Bian blankly brushed away the flesh and blood that had been splattered on his face after being blasted by his subordinates. He kicked the thick solid wood desk with one foot, and with another kick, he broke the leg of the table abruptly. .

Holding it in his hand, he called out, "Frank—"

It's just that he couldn't say the second half of the sentence. A deadly cold hand grabbed his throat and lifted him alive. Jin Bing's heart is full of horror - he is 2.5 meters tall, Frank Custer obviously does not have the ability to lift him with one hand, who can do such a thing?

Two scarlet lights lit up in the smoke, and then the smoke dissipated spontaneously. Kim also saw a face he couldn't know any more - then who was Frank Custer, who had been dead for two **** hours? !

impossible! I blew your head off, I had you chopped up and fed to the dog! How on earth did you survive? !

Jin Bian roared in his heart, and he heard a mocking sneer in the dark.

Frank held him with one hand and quickly threw two punches with his right hand, and Jin Bing's thighs and knees were directly smashed. He pulled his hands again, threw his two thighs straight out, and then slammed his whole body to the ground—bang!

With a muffled sound, Jin Bian was 'embedded' into his floor with a pale face. This time, he was as tall as Frank.

Frank Custer, who was as pale as a dead man, stared at Jin Bing with his scarlet eyes. He didn't say a word, and his face showed no emotion. But those empty eyes made Jin and feel cold as never before.

It was an emotion he hadn't felt since killing his father with his own hands: fear.

"Frank!" he only had time to say those three words before he died, and then, with a punch from Frank Custer, the man named Kim Bing disappeared—if you're going to call a bunch of sauce Jin Bing's words, it is not impossible.

He didn't understand until his death why there was no news from his subordinates in charge of dealing with Frank.

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He Shenyan is actually not as relaxed and happy as he appears to be - Frank Custer wants to burn everything in **** and heaven to ashes, why is he not?

Just, every world that passes by. Demons are all the same evil, but he has never seen an angel as beautiful as the Bible preaches, which makes him a little strange. However, considering the eternal paradise that had not received any information about him, He Shenyan was relieved.

It's not surprising to have such a master. If one day he encounters an angel who really looks like 'God loves the world', he will feel uncomfortable.

While Frank was doing business, he made another 'phone call' to the Emperor, saying that it was a phone call, which was actually a bit inaccurate - what phone calls have you seen that can cross countless worlds and allow two people to talk face-to-face?

But if you have to describe it, there is only such a suitable term. The Emperor is a very powerful psionicist. In the mage's understanding, his psionic power is not much different from magic, no matter how he uses it or how it manifests. Because of this, he easily remembered the Emperor's special waveband.

As long as I have something to look for him, I will deliberately pull out a part of my magic power, pour a little spiritual power into it, and then adjust this magic power to the same band as his, and then I can conduct a 'conference call', which sounds very convenient . But it's actually troublesome. That is, He Shenyan and the Emperor can play like this.

It's still that dark space.

"Yo, here I am again."

Very frivolously waving at the emperor, He Shenyan smiled and sat down. He found that the Emperor seemed to be in a good mood, and although he remained expressionless, the psionic fluctuations he exuded were not deceiving.

"you are happy?"

"It's a little bit." The Emperor nodded slightly and said, "One of my sons woke up from a serious injury."

"Oh?" He Shenyan raised his eyebrows slightly. "Congratulations, congratulations. So, when are you going to have a family talk with him? Remember to let me know."

"I don't think he wants to meet me anytime soon." The Emperor said with a deadpan expression that seemed indifferent. "So do I."

"What? Are you afraid?"

The Emperor sighed.

The plain-looking middle-aged man looked distressed. He said, "You'll never know how I feel, Mage. Not anyone. My humanity and reason are fighting each other all the time. Sometimes , rationality prevails. But sometimes human nature prevails.”

"And that's the worst part. If I was always human, things wouldn't be this bad. And if I'd kept my rationale, things wouldn't have gotten to this point."

He Shenyan made an expression of "I'm very interested, let's talk about it", and got a glare from the emperor.

He stared at the mage, and then continued for a while: "...If I have to say something worse than this, then I can only think of my current situation. In fact, Mage, it's already a luxury to be able to talk to you like this, my humanity is not much left after sitting on this **** chair."

"Really? I didn't feel it. Since I saw you, you have been full of humanity."

"Have you ever thought that it's not that I am full of humanity. It's that your own humanity is too weak?"

The Emperor's question made He Shenyan laugh out loud.

He smiled and said, "You're a good joke, thank you, I'll take that as a compliment."

"Now, if you don't mind, I want to stop the small talk. Let's get down to business."

"What's the matter?"

"About the fact that I had to travel all over the world to find the right person in order to keep your rotten empire alive."

"Your efficiency is beyond my imagination." The Emperor was a little surprised. "Found another one?"

"Yes... but this, you may not like him too much." The mage smiled mysteriously, and stretched out a light blue curtain of light.

"I'll wait and see." The Emperor said lightly, and then looked at the light curtain.

The picture that emerges is cruel. But not one of the two present frowned. The Emperor looked at the dead man inside and then ripped off an angel's wings. Instead of showing disgust, he smiled approvingly.

"Why do you think I hate him?" The Emperor pointed to the light curtain. "As far as I'm concerned, he's doing a good job. Those **** birdmen should be dead."

He Shenyan looked at him strangely, as if he didn't know that one of his sons had the best one with a pair of wings at the back, and was also called an archangel.

"You'll know when you look at it." After speaking, he stopped talking.

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It's hard for Frank to say whether he is still conscious of the existence of this thing, he just thinks he is dreaming - it's just that the dream is a little too real.

So real that he even wanted to vomit.

Turns out this is heaven. he thinks.

He was in a beautiful picture at this time, the sky was shining with holy white light, and the ground was soft clouds. Some children with small wings were flying over his head with long wind instruments for playing, playing music that sounded divine.

And among the crowds he was standing on the ground, they lined up, just as described in many literary and artistic works, waiting for the approval of the angels to let them enter heaven.

Looks like a nice sight, as long as you ignore the human souls hanging from the sharp poles on either side of the road. Most of them had calm faces, a few had expressions of horror. Some flying angels are constantly coming to take the human souls whose faces have become terrified from the poles and fly into the distance.

Should I be angry?

Frank asked himself that, and he couldn't get an answer. But there was a hollow, resentful voice growling inside: Yes, you should be angry. Not only that, you should kill them all!

Well, then I'll try it out. He replied.

So, in the next second, a scarlet flame suddenly rose from Frank, who was standing in the crowded, numb crowd on the ground, and spread to the whole heaven in just a few seconds. Finally, for millions of years, in addition to the screams of humans, the screams of angels also began to sound here.

Frank was still expressionless, and an angel charged at him with a light gun, shouting things like blasphemy. He couldn't understand it, he just thought it was noisy. Then it was burnt to ashes. After doing so, he felt that the emptiness in his heart seemed to be a little better.

Did you want to do that? He nodded as if suddenly realized, turned around, and a flaming beam of light rose into the sky in both hands, and with a single wave, hundreds of angels turned to ashes. The strange thing is that this powerful flame did not cause any damage to the souls of those human beings.

"There are enemies!"

An angel shouted in a shrill voice above his head, but Frank appeared behind it for no apparent reason the next second. The two wings were torn off alive, and there was no blood spattered from the angel's wound, but a pale golden liquid. Looking closely, countless human souls are screaming in it.

The Emperor, who was watching all this in that dark space, turned a lot darker, and he said slowly in a soft tone: "You really should have made him a Primarch."

"how?"

"That way he'll kill faster."

He Shenyan smiled lightly: "He is still in the assessment stage, so don't be too impatient."

"What's there to assess?" The Emperor stared at the scene of Frank killing the angel on the screen, and his expression became gloomy and refreshing. He said: "He has a strong will and a noble soul. Isn't this something that can be seen at a glance? At best, it is just a bit violent and a little obsessed with criminals."

"Hey, don't go too far." He Shenyan said with a bit of laughter. "Assessment is an assessment. If he doesn't pass, I won't let him become a Primarch. Even if you like it, it won't work."

"How far should your assessment ~www.novelmt.com~ be?" The Emperor looked at him puzzled. "He has done enough. The main consciousness is suppressed by you, and the whole person is only subconsciously controlling the body's actions. Even so, he can kill those **** aliens effortlessly. And he is full of protection for innocent mortals."

"That's true." He Shenyan nodded. "The flame I gave him only works on living things with his mind. His subconscious mind believes that those who have reached heaven are not sinners, so they did not kill innocent people indiscriminately."

"But. Not yet." The mage said ruthlessly. "This is only the first step, and the final assessment is far from passed."

The Emperor frowned: "I don't understand, your assessment of Bruce Wayne is obviously much easier. Although he is also a very good boy, are you a little biased?"

"Yes." He Shenyan admitted generously.

"I'm partial to this Frank," he said softly, his eyes fixed on Frank's figure in the picture. "I want to see what he can do."

"It makes no sense."

"Yes, Emperor."

The mage turned his head, this was the first time he called the emperor 'the emperor', and the seriousness in his tone almost made him become another stranger. "It's about a lot of things, you don't know who Frank Custer is, but I do," he said.

"I know exactly what he's been through, as well as his extreme character and trauma. I know better what an amazing person he is, but that doesn't make me let him through."

He shook his head: "I have to confirm one thing....Only then can I be at ease."