The lights lit up the bustling city, but the car horns did not stop.
Just like the shadows caused by sunlight during the day, these modern lights also add a darkness hidden in the night to the world.
The abandoned warehouse was full of people. They were wearing blood-red and brown clothes and monster masks. They were holding iron buckets and sprinkling blood or organs on the floor. Some were fresh and bright, and some were stained.
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They held torches and oil lamps, like people who had stepped back in time.
The pungent and unacceptable smell filled the entire warehouse, and the smell of blood was like a slaughterhouse.
Heath Wayne stood among the people, watching this scene calmly.
After his followers scattered the contents of the iron bucket, they gathered a dozen bound people in a circle.
The eyes of these bound people were filled with fear, anger, begging for mercy, begging... They were men and women, old and young, homeless and rich, but they were all like lambs to be slaughtered at this time.
"I called out to the gods in the night, and with the solemnity of flesh and blood, I sang praises to the highest..."
Heath's handsome face looked strange in the firelight. He stood in front of the bound people and sang praises in a strange tone.
"In the night, I called to the gods, and with the solemnity of flesh and blood, I sang praises to the Supreme Being..."
The congregants joined in with his words and recited them in unison.
The atmosphere is so sinister that any rational person would shudder.
Heath didn't know when he stopped his hymn. His eyes had turned into the vertical pupils of snakes, which were frighteningly green. He listened to the cultists chanting in unison in his ears. Under such evil circumstances,
With a strange and sacred atmosphere, he smiled.
"Mr. Rasputin, do you feel it? The power of this fear?"
Hearing his whispered words, Rasputin responded in his ear.
"My power continues to grow. Although my terrorist propaganda was stopped during the day, my goal was achieved."
"So after this ceremony, will you be able to accumulate enough magic power to awaken the evil of humanity in your body?"
"That's right!"
Heath frowned as he heard Rasputin's crazy voice.
Even if you are a heroic spirit, have you been infected? It's so ironic, his emerald green snake eyes flashed with ridicule.
"Then, I hope everything goes well." Heath's gentle voice was still full of elegance and nobility.
"Oh, don't worry, I will definitely solve the hidden dangers caused by your practice of curse magic when the time comes, collaborator."
"That's really the best thing. I'm very grateful."
Heath said softly, scanning the prisoners with his eyes. Although he was still smiling, his eyes were getting colder and colder.
"Um?"
Suddenly Heath felt something was wrong, and then his pupils shrank sharply, and green flames suddenly appeared around him.
There was a big hole in the roof of the warehouse. The moment the golden-red steel suit appeared, it fired a hand cannon. After the green flames were scattered, nothing was left.
In a corner of the warehouse, Heath's figure suddenly appeared. He covered his mouth with his hands and coughed up a mouthful of blood. Obviously, the substitute move just now was not without cost.
"Mr. Rasputin, didn't you say that your perception is very strong?"
Heath asked with an ugly expression.
Beside him, Rasputin's body appeared, and this tall Russian man had an ugly face.
"A kind of mystery has blinded me."
Are there other magicians? Heath glanced around the warehouse suspiciously. Then, his face became even more ugly. He saw the shadows under the feet of the captives suddenly extended, enveloping them all, and then sank into the ground and disappeared. He
I was about to do something, but I had to focus on Iron Man.
"Heath Wayne, the heir of the Wayne family in Germany. He graduated from Ludwig University in Munich, Germany. He likes to study demon culture. He has visited the pyramids many times and dug ancient tombs everywhere..."
Jarvis's mechanical voice shook Heath's core out.
As for Tony in the suit, he was suppressing the desire to vomit. This factory was really disgusting.
Tony already knew that most of these flesh and blood came from innocent victims.
"Thank God, I didn't have any late-night snacks at night."
He vomited out of habit, but the anger in his chest continued to burn.
"Heath Wayne! You have no way to escape, now, surrender!"
Tony re-aimed the hand cannon at Heath Wayne. In order to prevent Heath Wayne from using the same trick again, his weapon ports were opened, aiming at every corner of the warehouse at any time, ready to launch micro-missiles.
"If it weren't for that mysterious magician, Tony Stark, you wouldn't be able to appear in front of me at all."
Only then did Heath realize that all the magic arrays and magic traps he had set up had been destroyed, but when faced with Iron Man's threat of force, Heath just continued to sneer and ridicule.
"Magic? Maybe you should do a few shows so that all the tricks you learn won't go to waste."
Tony spoke mercilessly, and he had suppressed the nausea at least now.
However, he felt helpless towards things like magic, and because of this, this was the third time he had seen the power of magic. The magic and power of this power really made him a little excited.
"I should study the principle of this thing and build a magic suit as soon as possible."
Thinking of this, he thought he could ask through the magician who didn't know how to get his private phone number.
At this time, the two boys Noh and Kantan were hiding in the shadow space, and the perspective of the outside world had long been closed.
Kantan held his chest and vomited, as if he wanted to vomit his stomach out. The scene in the warehouse just now really stimulated him a bit too much.
"Cheer up, Kantan."
Noh's face was just a little pale, and there didn't seem to be anything else out of the ordinary.
In fact, even his pale face was a disguise. Although he had not personally taken away the lives of others, in his previous life, there were too many soldiers who died to protect him, or too many spies who were killed in front of his eyes.
Li Yu, the spy in his previous life, killed almost all the people Nuo He knew, and he himself was one of Nuo He's few friends.
Noh would appreciate life, but this kind of bloodshed would not move him because he was already used to it.
"It's enough to get here. I can exit. Showing too much strength is not in line with my expectations."
Noh thought to himself.
In the outside world, when the believers wanted to escape, they found that all exits were blocked by a black energy. The only connection to the outside world was the hole made by Iron Man.
But that hole is too high, unless they can fly.
The shadow under the feet of a congregant suddenly stretched rapidly and quickly formed a human-shaped body. He said in a very hoarse tone: "Iron Man, I leave this place to you. There are a group of people I don't want to deal with who are rushing there."