The most obvious manifestation of this is that many big cities that were once overcrowded are now seeing wealthy and middle-class people fleeing with their families in large numbers.
Because they were not sure whether their city would become the target of the space fleet's attack after the war broke out, and then evaporate instantly like nearly ten million Londoners, without even the slightest use of escaping or hiding in the subway.
After all, energy weapons are not nuclear bombs. The shock waves, high temperatures, and radiation generated by their explosions will be offset and absorbed by the ground and reinforced concrete buildings. Instead, they can easily penetrate hundreds or even thousands of meters in thickness.
This means that the civil defense fortifications previously designed to avoid nuclear war, especially basements and subways, can basically not stop the orbital weapon arrays of space battleships.
If you don't want to be affected, the only way is to leave the big cities and go to the countryside where the population is relatively sparse and scattered.
The direct result of the massive exodus of wealthy people from cities is the instant collapse of the real estate market. Those villas and mansions that were originally worth tens of millions or even hundreds of millions are now discounted to one-tenth or even one-twentieth of their original price and no one wants them.
Various high-end apartment and townhouse communities were also hit hard, and even the land prices and rents of the most prosperous commercial streets and shopping malls fell to the bottom.
It seems that overnight, prosperous cities with a large number of basic public facilities were abandoned by people, and rural areas where it is not so convenient to do anything became more popular.
Many urban middle-class people with some assets are even willing to give up their current jobs, mortgage all their fixed assets, and take on debt in order to buy a piece of land of their own in a remote village in order to cope with possible civil war.
As the saying goes, when there is a big chaos, avoid the countryside; when there is a small chaos, avoid the city.
Apart from a very small number of ambitious guys who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to gain a better future, ordinary people only hoped to keep their families safe during the war.
Living in a remote village may seem very inconvenient to people who are used to city life, but it allows them to be self-sufficient in terms of the most basic food.
Even if all cities were razed to the ground and all human beings lost their modern state and government structures, the worst that could happen is that they could simply return to agricultural society and continue to survive and reproduce.
Some people even exchanged all their savings for various supplies, and then drove them to their farms and houses in the countryside.
Even guns and ammunition are selling better than usual.
Customers often buy thousands or tens of thousands of rounds of bullets at a time.
A variety of tools and paid wilderness survival and farming instructional videos have also become hot-selling products.
In short, anyone who is not blind or deaf can feel the tense state of the people around them. The public security situation has deteriorated accordingly, and a large number of vicious criminal crimes have emerged one after another.
The enormous social pressure and sharp class confrontation put order and law on the brink of collapse at any time.
Most importantly, a series of adverse consequences caused by the large-scale withdrawal of population and capital from cities are also rapidly sweeping the world.
The value of financial products including but not limited to stocks, bonds, insurance, etc. has plummeted, and even the currency itself is beginning to show signs of becoming worthless paper.
In particular, the purchasing power of the large amount of over-issued US dollars fell by more than 30 percent in just one or two days.
Basically, wealthy people have begun to frantically exchange their money for gold, food, medicine, weapons, minerals, industrial products, robots and other things that preserve their value.
This directly put the government and the military, which were originally only supported by issuing bonds, into a difficult situation.
Some "heroes" such as militia organizations, gangsters, cults, racist extremist forces, etc., which were already very active, rose up and joined in the event, directly occupying several small towns or cities to establish a country within a country.
It can be said that Hydra's ultimatum, which was a provocation but not yet delivered, was extremely clever both politically and economically.
Even before they actually took action, countries with poor organizational capabilities and lack of national and cultural identity began to disintegrate from within.
Some people began to excitedly prepare to welcome the royal army and embrace a new era in human history; some people secretly organized themselves to try to contact the fleet controlled by Hydra in order to "follow the dragon"; some people just wanted to escape the vortex and did not want to be implicated; others hoped to stand together with the country and the people and fight to the death.
The complexity and diversity of human thought, ideas and culture are fully demonstrated at this moment.
Facts have proved that no matter whether it is a country or a nation, it can never be a unified whole, but rather a product of compromise and struggle among countless small groups with their own interests.
Once there are serious differences in interests or even conflicts, division is a natural thing to happen. This has been the case since ancient times.
Of course, Zuo Si didn't care at all about the enormous pressure and challenges faced by the member states of the People's League.
In his eyes, this pressure cooker-like social environment may be an opportunity to change the existing situation and a breeding ground for new ideas and concepts.
Especially for the huge interest groups that have emerged under the long-term stability of the overall environment, it would be a pipe dream to completely overthrow them and change the existing seriously unfair distribution system without war or other catalysts.
After all, anyone who is not a fool knows that there is no revolution in the world that can be completed without bloodshed.
And human nature dictates that as long as there is a way to survive, most people will not risk their lives to fight against the ruling class that controls a modern army.
As for the idiotic statement that the freedom to own guns can guarantee citizens the power to overthrow the government, just treat it as a joke.
Without long-range heavy firepower, armored clusters, satellite and radar positioning systems, and air superiority, how can a group of scattered soldiers resist or even defeat a modern information-based, synthetic army? What a joke! Isn't the lesson of the crushing defeat of Saddam Hussein's government forces in the Gulf War profound enough?
You have to know that they were regular troops who had fought in the eight-year Iran-Iraq War and had seen blood.
If they are like this, one can imagine how those guys who have never experienced close-range artillery fire or aerial bombing, and who are shouting wildly with a few broken guns, will perform when faced with a real war with blood and flesh flying everywhere.
What's more, with the development of drones, power mechas, and artificial intelligence robots, even the rainforests, mountains, swamps, and grasslands that were the most troublesome and most suitable for guerrilla warfare in the past have now become vulnerable in the face of military technology.
"The world is becoming more and more exciting and interesting."
Zuo Si was reading the various news and information on the Internet and the various heated comments below with great interest, and a playful smile appeared on his face.
As a "screen voyeur", he maintained the habit of never expressing any opinions or comments on the Internet when he was still an ordinary person.
They will not participate in any form of quarrels, or give themselves a preset position, and eventually be instigated by the media with ulterior motives and those who stir up trouble, joining the vast army of people venting their dissatisfaction and becoming a member of the public opinion.
It is really stupid to inexplicably empathize or associate something with similar experiences in your own past just because of a few words from an unknown person and his or her interpretation of the whole matter that is favorable to you.
It is this indifference that is different from that of normal people that allows Zuo Si to analyze and think from a relatively rational perspective from the very beginning, abandon unnecessary emotions and feelings, and make important choices from the perspective of maximizing benefits.
Otherwise, he might have made wrong choices and died due to the drastic emotional fluctuations during the time he became a magic apprentice.
After all, opportunities always come to those who are prepared.
"Master, are you sure you want to let them continue to toss and turn until a brutal civil war breaks out?"
The divine monk Balthazar asked in an uncertain tone.
It was easy to tell from the reluctant expression on his face that he did not want a devastating war to break out in this originally peaceful and prosperous world.
Once orbital bombardment begins, whether or not large-scale weapons such as cyclone torpedoes are used, it means terrible destruction.
Countless cities will be razed to the ground by the dazzling light that falls from the sky, and all infrastructure on the ground and underground will be severely damaged.
The muscular woman Sarevok on the side curled her lips indifferently: "What's wrong with that? The more fiercely they fight, the greater the damage and losses they cause, the more they will rely on our strength. I think you are a little too kind and weak, dear brother."
"No! I just don't want this world to turn into a burning hell."
Balthazar glared at this "good sister" who was eager to create chaos and was bloodthirsty and tyrannical.
Although both of them are descendants of Baal, the god of murder, they are two completely opposite types of people, so their relationship has never been very harmonious.
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Zuo Si immediately stopped them and said, "Okay, stop arguing. I won't let this matter get out of control. By the way, Sarovok, I noticed that you seemed to be looking at stocks and bonds just now. Could it be that you are also playing this game of capital and numbers?"
"Hey, of course.
After all, I am now the boss of the most powerful underworld force in America and even the world.
The net profit alone amounts to hundreds of billions of dollars each year.
Some of them are legal, while others are not.
For the development and future of the organization, it is natural to reorganize, allocate and reinvest the funds and industries on hand.
I was involved in both futures trading and financial securities, and even acquired many media and production companies.
Since I got the inside information in advance this time, I was able to increase my assets several times over.
If all goes well, by the time this war is over, I will be the richest man on the planet, with an area of land equivalent to that of a medium-sized country.
Many of them are the most prosperous and valuable locations in the city, as well as luxury apartments, villas, office buildings, hotels and commercial centers.
You can't imagine how cheap it is to acquire these places now. Basically, they are sold for money.
As long as they are not destroyed on a large scale, the total amount of wealth I control will increase dozens or even hundreds of times on the current basis.
With this wealth, I can realize my dream of building a global criminal empire."
As he spoke these words, a creepy red light flashed in Sarevok's eyes, and the power of killing and death continued to flow and boil in his veins and even in his soul.
Needless to say, during the time he was building his criminal empire, he had apparently collected a large amount of faith and was in the transition stage from quantitative change to qualitative change.
"Well done. Then make good use of this identity to complete your final transformation. I look forward to seeing the moment when you achieve self-transcendence."
Zuo Si reached out and gently patted the follower on the shoulder to show encouragement.
Then he turned around and asked the Divine Monk: "Where is Igwilfu? Why didn't she come to see me? Don't tell me this guy is doing something secretive again."
"She should be at the Hydra base in Sokovia right now."
Balthazar gave the answer without hesitation.
"Sokovia? Could it be that Igwilver has gone to look for Wanda Maximoff?"
Zuo Si frowned subconsciously.
Because he had warned before that people should try not to come into contact with Scarlet Witch, who was still a teenager, so as to avoid arousing unnecessary vigilance from Hades.
Balthazar nodded slightly: "Yes. Igwilfu has become Wanda's magic teacher and is teaching her all kinds of theoretical knowledge about magic. But fortunately, the frequency is not very high, the interval is about once every two weeks, and only twice a month."
"What about the purpose? What does she want from Wanda?"
Zuo Si stroked his chin and continued to ask.
"I'm not sure, maybe you can ask Igwilfu yourself.
Also, you better pay attention to how demonic Hydra is inside.
As far as I know, many people, including Alexander Pierce, actively accept the power from the abyss in order to obtain powerful strength and longer life.
If left unchecked, there is a high probability that this world will fall into the abyss of chaos and evil."
Balthazar expressed his concerns carefully.
Because he knew very well that demonization was an irreversible process.
Although these "snakeheads" have not shown any signs of confusion for the time being, who knows when they might suddenly go crazy.
Anyone who knows anything about demons knows that they are very normal when they are not having an attack, and even give people the impression that they are very smart, cunning, and resourceful.
But once the energy gets to me, all plans and rationality are put aside. I just want to do whatever makes me happy and enjoyable.
Zuo Si responded with a smile: "Don't worry, I have already found someone to replace Alexander Pierce."
"You mean... the young man named Grant Ward?"
Balthazar was obviously a little dissatisfied with this Hydra spy.
After all, no organization can avoid the situation of seniority, and Hydra is no exception.
As his adoptive father, John Garrett was considered a veteran in the organization, and could even be on par with important snakeheads like Baron Strucker to a certain extent, but Grant Ward himself was still too young and had not entered the core power circle.
Unless all the older generation died, it would never be his turn to lead this huge organization.
"That's right. Otherwise, why do you think I gave him the Book of the Devil? This young man has potential beyond your imagination. And I have been secretly teaching him for some time."
As these words came out of his mouth, a creepy smile appeared on Zuo Si's face, and then he activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
…
At the same time, on an uninhabited island far away in the Pacific Ocean, Coulson and his special operations team are fighting fiercely with a group of unknown origins but wearing power mechas and holding energy weapons.
In the dense woods, you can see countless high-energy light beams refracting different colors in the air.
Once hitting trees or rocks, these shelters that are strong enough to stand ordinary bullets will immediately be evaporated by the terrifying high temperature.
Only the power mecha made of ceramic steel and the small energy shield can barely withstand a few shots.
Since the weapons and equipment and training levels of both sides were very similar, the battle was fought back and forth and it was difficult to determine the winner.
"Damn it! The weapons and equipment this guy uses are exactly the same as ours! No, that's not right, they're even stronger than ours. Sir, what's going on?"
A young SHIELD agent fought back desperately while using communication equipment to send out soul-searching questions.
You know, they have been tracking this guy who calls himself "clairvoyant" for some time.
But every time when they were about to succeed, the other party would escape calmly, as if someone had informed them of the news in advance.
Such an outrageous result is naturally unacceptable.
Some more sensitive agents even suggested that there must be traitors within SHIELD who are continuously providing intelligence to the other side.
"Don't ask so many questions. As long as you catch him, all problems will be solved."
Coulson also became ruthless at this moment. He took out the small pistol that had been modified by little Annie and looked like a children's toy. He pulled the trigger without hesitation with the help of the new model of mechanical arm.
boom!!!!!!
The terrifying force field impact instantly lifted the enemies in a large area in front into the air, and then dropped them heavily.
Through the gaps in the power mecha, you can vaguely see the dark red blood flowing out from the tear.
You don't need to ask to know that everyone inside must have died.
Because power armor may be able to withstand attacks from energy weapons and physical ammunition, but it definitely cannot withstand the impact of an all-round force field with no blind spots.
Especially relatively weak parts such as joints, which are often broken immediately if hit.
The respiratory and excretory systems, which are relatively fragile and easily damaged, would also be severely damaged by the impact.
"Charge, charge, charge! Charge in! Don't give them time to establish a second line of defense."
Coulson shouted and led the charge towards the cave ahead.
A heavy machine as big as a Warhammer Space Knight mech suddenly walked out of the darkness, and the two rotating electromagnetic cannons mounted on its arms immediately made a piercing roar.
Countless specially made bullets swept across a large area like raindrops.
Whether it is trees, weeds, stones, or low bushes, they are as fragile as paper in the face of this metal storm.
In just a few seconds, he licked the ground.
All the shelters disappeared like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, leaving only a group of SHIELD agents lying on the ground screaming and groaning in pain.
Obviously, the high-speed continuous shooting of the electromagnetic cannon penetrated the protective layer on their power mecha.
The reason for this result is that when designing it, the mechanical engineers on Earth did not take into account the needs of interstellar combat, but only designed it according to the standards of protecting against current anti-material firearms and artillery shells.
In addition, SHIELD has put forward requirements for the mobility and even flight capabilities of the power mecha, so the protection naturally cannot be made too thick, and it cannot be compared with the standards of humanoid tanks such as the Astartes Space Marines.
Otherwise, the more average the performance in all aspects is, the more it is equivalent to mediocrity.
The human empire in the Warhammer universe does this very well.
The power mechas they equipped the Astartes with never required mobility and flight capabilities, but directly stacked up the defensive capabilities. When attacking, they were like a heavy tank advancing under dense artillery fire.
"Fitz! Think of a solution quickly! Many people are injured! We urgently need help and cover!"
Coulson, whose thigh was bleeding, sent a call for help to the aircraft floating above.
He simply couldn't believe that such a large experimental machine, which was not even equipped by SHIELD and only had a small number of experimental machines in the Human Alliance's moon base, would appear on an uninhabited Pacific island.
The most important thing is, how did the other party evade the monitoring of the global logistics system and quietly gather all the resources and materials needed for construction?
You have to know that building such a complex and super-large mechanical body tests the overall industrial level. If any of the above does not meet the standards, it will be impossible to build it.
"The covering fire will begin in five seconds, please take cover."
Leo Fitz's slightly nervous voice came from the communicator channel.
Just as the huge mecha walked out of the cave with heavy steps, the plasma cannon on the aircraft shot out an extremely thick dark blue beam of light, drawing a deep groove on the ground.
Anyone unlucky enough to be swept by it will immediately break into two pieces, or evaporate on the spot.
Even a ceramic steel power armor equipped with a small energy shield cannot withstand the terrifying high temperature of this power.
But just as the beam of light shone on the enemy's largest mecha, a translucent membrane suddenly appeared out of thin air and easily blocked the attack from the aircraft.
The next second...
The three huge gun barrels mounted on the shoulders immediately adjusted their directions, aiming and locking onto the SHIELD aircraft that exposed its position.
"Be careful! Get out of the way!"
Coulson obviously realized what was going to happen next and immediately shouted to the pilot on the aircraft.
But unfortunately, it was too late.
The muzzle of the giant mecha quickly charged, and then shot a deadly red light at the aircraft that tried to climb to a higher altitude to avoid the opponent's shooting range.
Boom!!! In just a moment, the aircraft's belly cabin used to store weapons, ammunition and equipment was directly pierced.
The violent explosion and dazzling flames illuminated the sky, and then it began to fall precariously towards the sea level.
It can be seen that the pilot has tried very hard to make an emergency landing.
Unfortunately, when the distance was less than 100 meters, the power system inevitably broke down, and the huge aircraft crashed straight into the sea like a meteorite.
Bang! Crash!
The splashing water even formed waves several meters high that hit the beach.
As for the condition of the people on the plane, or whether they were dead or alive, no one knew.
"No! No! No! How could this happen?"
Coulson obviously couldn't accept that so many of his men died in vain, and he was filled with intense regret and self-blame.
Even though he was slow to react, he realized that this was actually a trap deliberately set by the other party to lure him in and fall into it.
But unfortunately he realized it a little too late.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! With the huge noise and vibration of the giant mecha moving forward, the behemoth finally stopped in front of Coulson.
Just when he thought the other party would kill him easily, the door of the cockpit suddenly opened, and a familiar face appeared in his sight.
"John Garrett! You...you are the clairvoyant?"
Coulson was so shocked that he almost forgot the pain in his injured leg.
Because in his impression, this "senior" who is older than himself has risked his life for S.H.I.E.L.D., carried out many very, very dangerous missions, and his agent level is even higher than his own.
He simply couldn't understand why such a person would become a traitor.
"Yo, you seem confused don't you?"
John Garrett grinned with a smile full of evil amusement, no doubt enjoying the other person's incredulous look and expression.
He had imagined this scene countless times in his mind.
"Who are you? What organization do you work for?"
Coulson quickly recovered from his shock and began trying to find out useful information, demonstrating the qualities of a top agent.
But John Garrett did not answer directly. Instead, he raised his right arm at a forty-five degree angle and shouted loudly: "Hail Hydra!"
moment!
Those who were fighting against SHIELD also responded enthusiastically with the same attitude: "Hail Hydra!"
Even those who were injured and receiving treatment endured the pain and struggled to get up.
From these people, Coulson felt the power of faith.
It is precisely because of this belief that they were so fearless in previous battles. Even before they died, they rushed forward to detonate powerful explosives and die together with the SHIELD agents.
The most important thing is that in addition to the enemies, Coulson also saw several of his own men raising their right hands and shouting this slogan.
Soon, under his gaze, Grant Ward took off his helmet and walked towards John Garrett with a smile.
The latter opened his arms and gave him a warm hug, patted his back and praised: "Well done, my child. You are better than I thought. Not only did you complete the task I assigned to you, but you also led Coulson and his team into the prepared trap."
"You are too kind. This is what I should do. After all, without your help and the other members of Hydra, I would not have the power and status I have now."
Grant Ward humbly bowed his head to show his obedience to his adoptive father and superior.
Not only him, but also the SHIELD agents behind him who had sworn to join Hydra also lowered their heads, not daring to look into those gloomy and sharp eyes.
"Hydra? You are actually Hydra! Wasn't this organization destroyed by Captain America during World War II?"
Coulson's eyes widened and there was a tremor in his voice.
Because this news is too explosive.
"Hahahaha! Dear Phil, have you forgotten what Hydra's slogan is?
Cut off a head and two heads will grow.
Just think about it, with Captain America's stupid and foolish brain, how could he possibly destroy such a huge organization that spans the entire world?
The only group he destroyed was the one led by Johann Schmidt.
What's more, even this branch was not completely eliminated. Instead, because of Operation Paperclip, it successfully infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D. and began to parasitize and develop. The entire S.H.I.E.L.D. has long since become S.H.I.E.L.D.
After so many years of rapid development, more than 60 percent of senior and important positions are held by our people.
Nick Fury, that smart-ass guy, thinks he has everything under control.
Little did they know that we were just cooperating with him to deceive the whole world."
John Garrett had apparently been holding back for too long while in hiding, so today he was particularly in the mood to talk, and he revealed himself before the other party could even ask.
After all, in his opinion, Phil Coulson is now a fish on the chopping board, and he can cook him however he wants.
The feeling of being able to successfully fool and deceive others, and manipulate their life and death, gave him an incomparable sense of psychological superiority and great spiritual satisfaction.
Xiang Yu, the Overlord of Western Chu, once said that not returning home when rich and powerful is like walking in embroidered clothes at night.
There is also a saying that people live to show off.
Although these two sentences are a bit too extreme, it is undeniable that they do reflect certain characteristics of human nature.
For example, the desire to perform, and the mentality of comparison.
The most typical examples are the various displays of wealth on the Internet and in real life, as well as people’s pursuit and desire for success and fame.
Obviously, John Garrett is in such a special mental state at the moment.
He was so eager to find shock, fear and awe in Coulson's eyes to satisfy his strong vanity that he completely ignored the fleeting murderous intent in the eyes of his adopted son Grant Ward.
"So you used SHIELD as a cover, deliberately packed up all kinds of advanced technologies and secretly made these weapons and equipment? The previous kidnapping of scientists and the theft of antimatter were also planned by you?"
Coulson quickly connected all the events and mysteries together, and his mood fell to the bottom.
"That's right! And I can also tell you that Alexander Pierce, Sitwell, Brock Rumlow and the others are all our people. They have already controlled 70% of the Human Alliance space fleet. It won't be long before they can sweep across the entire Earth and establish an unprecedented Hydra Empire."
John Garrett raised his hand and made a fist, his whole body in a highly excited state.
The next moment, Coulson, who had a broken leg, suddenly exploded without warning, raised the powerful little pistol and was about to pull the trigger to kill the other party.
He was obviously well aware that without the assistance of the robotic arm, firing a gun would mean both arms would be completely broken, and he might even lose his life.
But in order to complete the mission and send out this shocking news, he was willing to give it his all.
But just as his fingers were about to snap, John Garrett grabbed Coulson's two gun-holding hands with a reaction speed beyond the limits of human physical fitness.
The enormous force even bent the fingers covered with ceramic steel armor, and the metal transmission bracket inside made a creaking sound, and finally broke completely, making it impossible to operate.
Similarly, the fingers inside were also fractured.
The piercing pain made Coulson scream, and then he half-knelt on the ground, gasping for breath.
He simply couldn't believe that the other party was actually a superhuman!
Especially the hand covered with scales that looks like a monster's claw. It doesn't look like a human at all.
"It feels great to not have to hide my power! You know what? Ever since I got the method to create the Extremis virus, I have been trying to find a technology to mass-produce people with super powers.
Later, Alexander Pierce brought another option, which was to accept the power of the Abyss and become a half-demon.
I combined the two to successfully transform myself into who I am today.
It won't be long before I create more super soldiers like myself.
So there's no need to act like you've seen a ghost.
After all, Hydra is not SHIELD We will not refuse to embrace more advanced technology because of ridiculous ethics and laws."
As John Garrett said this, his tone was full of pride and honor.
"So you turned yourself into a monster?"
Coulson was sweating profusely from the pain, but he still had no intention of giving up or surrendering.
John Garrett smiled and responded: "No, not a monster. I prefer to call it a new human being, or a great and glorious progress..."
Before he could finish his words, Grant Ward, who had been standing nearby without moving for a long time, finally seized an opportunity. He suddenly pulled out a dagger emitting red light and inserted it into his adoptive father's jaw from the blind spot behind at lightning speed.
Poof! After the blood splattered, John Garrett's body twitched uncontrollably, and then he slowly turned his head with a look of astonishment on his face, as if he didn't understand what happened until the last moment before his death, and why this boy who always worshiped him and obeyed him wanted to kill his father.
But in the end, he was unable to open his mouth to make any sound, and he just fell straight into a pool of blood like a corpse.
Not only Coulson and the captured SHIELD agents were stunned, even the Hydra people were a little confused about the situation.
"snort!
Damn you old man! Do you think I am still the ignorant boy who will be controlled and enslaved by you? Don't be naive!
I have already successfully gotten rid of your influence with the help of that adult."
As he spoke, Grant Ward pulled out a book that exuded a strong evil aura from his bosom. After a brief confusion, the constantly changing characters on the book suddenly spelled out a few words in English - "The Biography of Filial Sons".
When he held the book in his hands, his eyes and temperament became unusually gloomy. One could even vaguely see horns formed by shadows on his forehead, and behind him there was a pair of wings and a slender tail with hooks.
Needless to say, this book is an evil artifact that Zuo Si wrote and created when he was free.
The content is also very simple, which is to record various "filial" behaviors in the multiverse and add the evil divine power of the great devil.
In this way, this thing becomes an absolute "father worry" and a "treasure for father".
No matter who you are, once you get this book and read its contents, you will immediately feel strong dissatisfaction and even resentment towards your father, adoptive father, teacher and other male elders.
Then, by constantly accumulating this dissatisfaction and hatred, learning the knowledge, techniques and magic recorded above, he will eventually become a qualified "filial son".
Poor John Garrett had no idea that his eldest son was no longer the boy he knew before, so despite his great strength, he was hit without any preparation.
After completing his "filial piety", Grant Ward didn't care about the reactions of other people around him. He took off his power armor calmly, took out the "Book of the Devil", opened a page, and began to chant a spell to the corpse.
In just less than a minute, the blood flowing on the ground gathered into a huge magic circle, and the corpses became the nodes of this magic circle.
Finally, a ball of red flame suddenly emerged from the corpse and slowly condensed into a terrifying shape with a tall stature and two eyes of different colors. It was exactly the big devil form of Zuo Si himself.
When he noticed the body on the ground, Zuo Si's mouth corners immediately rose sharply, and he praised in an undisguised tone: "This is really a perfect assassination. The victim didn't even have the slightest bit of vigilance from beginning to end. I didn't expect you to accomplish the feat of patriicide so quickly."
"You're too kind. This is just the beginning. Next, I will kill my brother with my own hands and say goodbye to the past completely." Grant Ward promised solemnly.
"very good.
You have to know that for most people, the pain and shadow of childhood will accompany them throughout their lives and are almost impossible to heal.
I am glad to see that you have recovered from this misfortune and have realized your true nature.
Now, as agreed, I will grant you a helper to help you successfully infiltrate the top leadership of Hydra and prepare for the next action.
Remember, you only have one chance.
If you fail, you will lose not only your life, but also your most precious soul."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si, who descended into consciousness in the form of fire, exhaled towards the corpse on the ground.
In a flash!
A ball of hellfire burned the corpse to ashes, leaving not even a trace of ashes.
But just a few seconds later, a devil with horns on his head, wings and a tail behind him walked out of the flames.
Its appearance was about 70% similar to the dead John Garrett, and it kept changing as it moved through the flames, and in the end, it looked exactly like the dead John Garrett...
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