"You are really good at speaking, Randgir. Let me guess, the reason why you speak so well is that I killed your boss and gave you a chance to get on the post, so you are so respectful, right?"

After all the current abnormalities were attributed to Randkill, Stark naturally brought his usual arrogance and mockery in his words. Faced with his analysis, Randkill immediately raised the corner of his mouth and replied to him with disdain.

"Mr. Stark, being smart is a good thing, it is the favor of the Creator. But if you rely on your own intelligence and be smart, you are making stupid and a waste of your talent!"

"What do you mean?"

The sensitive Stark immediately heard something in Randgir's words, which made him, who was already worried, frown and asked immediately.

"It's very simple, Mr. Stark. Do you really think that you can defeat my master, the great Satan, by virtue of your own power?"

He patted the black dome beside him, and let the rich darkness above shake and spread like haze. However, Degil continued to maintain his playful posture and stated it mercilessly.

"Don't be too arrogant, Mr. Stark. You should know that what you are facing is the embodiment of hell, the great devil Satan. Facing him is facing the whole world, and what can give you the confidence to think you can defeat a world. To be honest, I'm very curious!"

This made Stark feel gloomy and had a bad premonition. But with the attitude of losing, he still said stubbornly.

"Are you bluffing me? Mr. Randgir. I am used to the methods of you religious people. Exaggerate, use quantifiers and nouns casually, and describe yourself as omnipotent and supreme. In fact, you are just a group of ridiculous clowns. Relying on some unknown means, you raise yourself to an exaggeration. Once your trick is seen through, you will immediately fall from the sky and smash it to pieces! To be honest, what reason do you have to make me believe you and regard everything you say to me now as true?"

"It seems that you have a very bad sense of our existence, Mr. Stark. But it doesn't matter, facts are always more eloquent. When you gradually realize what will happen next, you will finally understand which of us is the stupid one!"

"What do you mean?"

If what Rand Degil said before was like the opening remarks used by the magician before performing his tricks, then what he meant now was undoubtedly that he had planned to let the audience witness his so-called miracle.

The magician's tricks may be amazing, magical and exciting, but Stark believes that Randkill's tricks will definitely not be like this. He will only make people feel bad. And how bad the situation will become, he has no idea in his mind. So he can only open his eyes and question Randkill.

"What trick are you going to play!"

"It's very simple, it's just showing the truth to you, Mr. Stark. Let me think about where we should start, by the way, start here!"

After clapping his palms, a bright smile appeared on Dekil's face. As he made such an expression, Stark immediately heard waves of sounds coming from his side, as if his wings were flapping.

Of course he didn't think he was having auditory hallucinations, so he immediately began to look around. And when he saw clearly the situation around him, his face behind the helmet immediately became ugly.

Hundreds of fallen angels appeared around him at some point and surrounded him. Judging from their eyes and their attitudes of holding swords, they obviously would not have any good ideas about him.

Maybe the next moment they will sing swords and kill themselves. Judging from the energy intensity they showed one by one, Stark does not think he has the ability to do something like a hundred. He may be able to win, but he will definitely pay a lot of money, not to mention that there is a Randgir who is eyeing him. This guy who looks very dangerous may be even more difficult to deal with than Satan.

He had just left the tiger's den and encountered a pack of wolves again. This was probably Stark's most real idea at the moment. He was ready to break out of the siege, but just when he was about to take the initiative and attack them as soon as these angels stepped on them, he found that the angels had already spread to the periphery of the Death Canyon with one turn.

"What are they going to do, what do you let them do?"

It is not difficult to guess the actions of the angels. Stark does not think that their performance at this moment is a behavior of timid flight. That should be a worse thing. Out of speculation about this bad situation, Stark immediately questioned the parties involved.

"What to do? Is this still a question of thinking? Of course it is to start a war. Mr. Stark, when you reject the proposal of our Lord, you should have such awareness. Our Lord will not allow people who are hostile to him and refuse his kindness to exist safely. Since you dare to refuse and resist him, you must bear the corresponding price. Not only you, but all the existences associated with you, all the people and things you care about, must bear this price together. Don't forget that we are the devils of hell, and there is no such thing as mercy in our hearts! So"

Randgir's reply made Stark confirm his guess, and he could imagine that since these angels could have been hiding around him until now, it would be impossible for them to ambush the troops they sent here.

Judging from the information they collected, the angels' destructive power is very considerable. On the premise of being mentally aware and unintentional, once they launch a raid on the army, then judging from the current situation where the army is almost deaf and blind, they will inevitably suffer a heavy blow.

If he was not careful, he might be wiped out. Stark certainly could not accept such a situation. So immediately, he set up a pose, intending to warn his troops before these angels. However, just as he was about to go out, an iron chain burning with blue flames suddenly rose into the air, tied to him, and fixed his movements tightly. Just as Stark was still surprised by this change, a huge force suddenly passed through the chain, and he was immediately completely uncontrollable and pulled down by the chain.

This process is definitely not gentle. Because although this action is like flying a kite, neither the person holding the string nor the guy flying in the sky have the intention to cooperate with each other. They are all competing, and this means that they must all put in enough strength.

Only by overwhelming the other party can their goals be achieved. Under this premise, Stark, as a loser, will certainly not feel good.

He was like a wrecked plane, pulled by a chain and smashed on the rock at an extremely fast speed. The huge force caused the rock that had been barely stabilized to collapse again, and Stark, who was in it, to clearly feel the huge countershock power.

It was the blessing of vibrating gold characteristics, which did not have any serious impact on him. In contrast, the chains that were tighter and tighter like pythons caused more trouble to him.

The characteristic of vibrator is that it can make him immune to most physical and kinetic energy impacts. In comparison, this continuous compression of the action space actually makes this characteristic less room to play. This means that the outside of his steel armor is a solid armor piece instead of a tight-fitting structure. Otherwise, he would not be sure whether he would be strangled to death by such a little bit.

Safety is still guaranteed, but his ability to move is limited. This makes Stark very anxious. Compared with this anxiety, his current greater emotion is surprised, or panic, because what he sees in front of him has already caused him to have very bad associations.

At present, Degil is no longer maintaining his human form. He has changed and has become a ghost rider. Stark has only seen this blue flame ghost rider image in Spider alone, so it is inevitable that when he sees all this, he will have some special associations.

This is not a day's work, but a problem that arises over time and a little bit of doubts accumulate. Stark, as the president of the United States, was destined that he could not trust a person completely like before, even if he once had a great trust in this person.

His duty requires him to doubt as much as possible, and once he begins to doubt the possibility of certain conspiracies, the inherent inferiority of human beings forces him to associate things in the worst direction.

This was his current thought, and he was emotionally unwilling to accept this possibility, but he struggled and immediately questioned Randgir, who was in the form of the Ghost Rider.

"Ghost Rider, why are you a Ghost Rider? What exactly does it have to do with Peter Parker?"

"My relationship with Peter Parker? You seem to be very concerned about this issue, Mr. Stark. But unfortunately, I can't give you too much explanation about this issue. I can only say that our relationship is closer than you imagined. In addition, if I were you, I wouldn't focus on this kind of thing. Compared to caring about this kind of problem that you can't reach, shouldn't you be more concerned about what you are going to face right now and what you are about to face?"

"What I'm going to face soon?"

While struggling hard under the chains, Stark asked Randgir in front of him. He was still a little confused about his current situation because he didn't understand where Randgir's confidence came from in his sure-fire appearance.

You should know that he is fighting against a country. Even if the angels under his command can catch their troops off guard, they may even wipe out their entire army. But don't forget that compared to this country, they can still pull out the second and third same army. Even if a nuclear bomb is hit, even if these angels are dozens or hundreds of times more, they will only end up being sent to heaven.

Where did they get their confidence? Could it be that because they are mentally retarded, they can't see the situation clearly? Thinking that these guys are mostly old antiques from thousands of years ago, Stark immediately felt that this was very likely.

Stark is here to doubt the IQ of old antiques such as Randgir, but for Randgir, he is mocking Stark's reaction.

"Mr. Stark, are you really the few smart people among humans? If the smart guys among humans all look like you, then to be honest, I think humans probably have to be honest as livestock we raise."

"I'll remind you again, Your Excellency the President. You won't really think that my Lord has been defeated by you!"

"Isn't it?"

If he had thought that Rand Kiel was bluffing before, then Stark had already believed what he said. He was still stubborn, just wanted to confirm it again through Rand Kiel's mouth. Just like what he thought, Rand Kiel had already explained to him according to his words.

"Of course not!"

"The person who just fought with you is better than my Lord as an incarnation of my Lord on earth. Through the essence of life that sacrificed to him, the projection of my Lord on earth has been embodied. From a certain perspective, you can regard him as a clone controlled by my Lord, and for granted, the power he possesses is a gap between heaven and earth compared to the power of my Lord himself."

"You have only barely defeated this little clone of our Lord. As long as our Lord enters this world, he can show a stronger power than this clone if he stretches his finger slightly. In the face of this power, you can't be his opponent at all. I even doubt that Lord Stark, when you face the existence of our Lord, will you still maintain your will and courage to fight?"

"You mean, Satan has not entered the world yet, and what he just had was his clone?"

The news was shocked, so much so that Stark immediately rolled and crawled and struggled to stand up regardless of his image.
Chapter completed!