"I am the Messiah, I am the saint walking on the earth." Salomon opened his hands and stood in front of the black priest imitating Raphael's famous painting "Jesus Showing the Face", except that there were few clouds under his feet, and Moses and Elijah were missing by his side. But this was irrelevant, because he had untied three holy marks, and the silver buckle on the holy skeleton cloth had also been untied, and his personality continued to improve. He believed that this was a bit capable of finding the clergy of the Ghost Knights, who should be able to see something from him.

"Anyone who does not follow me on his cross can't be my disciple. Father, if you want to show your piety, you should salute now." He said, "It is said that the whole magical world knows what I was born seventeen years ago, and I am the real Harry Potter. If you can find Johnny Blaze, it means you have something to do with magic, so you should have heard of it."

"Sixteen years, Christmas is not yet here." Father Moru raised his head and glared at Salomon. "Sixteen years ago, in New York, someone ascended to heaven. When we arrived there, the woman was gone and the child was gone. We only saw gold, frankincense and myrrh in the parking lot, and someone welcomed the birth of the child with the manners of kings, priests and saviors. We talked with the priest, if you were that child, then you were the one we were looking for. It seems that you were adopted by the wizard who robbed the holy skeleton cloth, so you have not yet fully grasped the power you deserve. Look at what you are now, can you turn water into wine? Can you cure leprosy? Can you calm the storm? Can you walk on the water?"

"It's not impossible to work hard. The things my father, who abandoned me and took the life of my biological mother, learned a lot. I feel that I will definitely do this in the future - at least I can turn water into wine now." Salomon shrugged, and the sacred breath quickly disappeared - he would not open too many holy marks for too long. Since he was burned off after he was eight years old, he has developed this habit. It would be bad to turn bald again.

However, his answer was despised by Father Moru. "It is not with magic, but with your own strength! Look at how you are now, you are emitting the stench of fucking magic all over you! Now, let your people let me go and follow me, I will help you and let you go the way you should go. What the hell is this, a piece of printing paper?"

Salomon signaled the artificial man to let go of the black priest, Moru stood up and rubbed his shoulders. "This woman is so strong." He took the paper handed to him half-believingly, "What is this? High school transcript?"

"My theological scores, although I read the 1611 British King revised version of the Bible, I think this is a sensible problem. Please forgive me, I did not intend to show off my grades in front of Sunday school students, but I just had a holiday before I did this." The Secret Master shook the photo in his hand, "Now, I'm looking for this boy. Or, I'm looking for a guy who needs this boy."

"Sorry, sorry, can I get a word?" Johnny Blaze walked over rubbed his eyes. Before, when Salomon was liberating the holy marks, he saw a dazzling white light on Salomon. The spirit of revenge in his body completely calmed down, and the hatred that lingers his soul disappeared suddenly. But this was temporary. After the light disappeared, the feeling slowly returned.

"What the hell do you want to do?" he asked. "And, what do I have to do to get rid of that crazy soul?"

"I can help you." Father Moru gestured to Salomon to stop talking for the time being, "I can help you get rid of the devil in your body, but you will help me find that boy. Where is the photo... Give me the photo... This boy is the child of the devil who trades with you. You and that devil have an intersection. Follow the instinct and you can find him. We want to find the boy and save him, because the devil's body has rotted, and he needs a new body to carry his evil soul."

"This is also my purpose. This will not be the first incarnation of Mephisto I met, nor the only incarnation that left behind a child on earth. There is also a son of Mephisto in New York. He is now the economic legal counsel of Kama Taj, responsible for managing some of the assets." Salomon also came over, "Kama Taj may not be bad for this Tifflin, but our main goal is Mephisto. I know he has many pseudonyms, but his real name is said in human pronunciation."

"There are other devil sons in this world?"

"Well, there are many things in the world, the kind of people hiding in the mountains to study the Bible and not knowing." Salomon mocked the black priest in a small way. "This is not as easy as you think. If Mephisto's incarnation transfers his soul into the body of his offspring, then he is the Trinity - I don't need to say more about the Trinity, right? Unless you sell the Bible for alcohol, or betray the Catholic Church, convert to the French Cleansing School or the Polish Brotherhood (both of which are Protestant denominations), you must have studied it."

"Also, you haven't answered my question yet." Salomon pointed at Johnny Blaze again, "Is anyone covering up your whereabouts?"

"It's easy for me to find him. He has been wandering around here." said the black priest. "Magic is not useful? Our organization has strong technological strength and money. Invading several cameras and facial recognition is not a problem. Since he appeared on TV, our organization has been tracking him. We are the real Roman church and the referees in the world. We are only responsible for the real pope, not the old man who was elected after accepting bribes. Do you think your wizard organization has this power?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Salomon rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to the priest's boast.

"Oh, no, right?" Father Moru walked around the secret mage in small dance steps. "You should go to our organization to study, that's your destiny. When this matter is over, you will learn from me."

"I think beautifully, a bunch of guys who fuck little boys." Salomon pushed the annoying guy away, and he said to the artificial man, "Dinah, S.H.E.L.D. is coming. You communicate with Agent Romanov to see if she can hold the action team."

"Okay, Master."

"No, I can't do it, Salomon." Natasha could hear his helplessness through the earpiece. "The Operations Team has already set out. The World Security Council wants a abilities enhancer - don't ask why he is called this stupid name, that's what they call it. Bruce Banner is in Stark, and the captain is protected by Nick Fury and Thor is an alien, so the World Security Council wants a psychic who can control it. Johnny Blazedo is suitable. He has attachment and ability, which is simply a perfect goal, not to mention that this operation was led by Fury himself. I can't slow down the airbus."

"But the targets I assigned to SHIELD are those devil worship corps and various arms dealers, not Ghost Riders. You just need to let the World Security Council find hatred, he should still be refrigerated by SHIELD now." Salomon was bored and crushed the plastic packaging bag under his shoes. Father Moru stood not far away, looking at him with a sarcastic expression, and poured himself a sip of wine from time to time.

"You told Dinah to talk to me, but it turned out to be like this."

"Your artificial human has only had those few words to talk to her, and talking to her will not solve the problem. In addition, hatred is extremely uncontrollable, and the World Security Council does not trust hatred."

The secret mage curled his lips. He didn't know why the deacons of Kamataj had not appeared until now. Perhaps they had found Mephisto's incarnation? Salomon could not be sure, he could only confirm on the next phone call. "The same is true for the Ghost Rider." He said, "If he insisted on wanting the Ghost Rider, then I can only wish him good luck - trying to control something that could not be controlled, full of S.H.E.L.D.."

"There is another way, that is, to announce your identity. Nick Fury had expected you to say that."

"Then he has two choices, that is, he will die under a sword or a gun."

"Ha, he guessed that you would say that. He wants you to rest assured. He has never disclosed your identity."

"It's better." Salomon looked at the priest, and Father Moru waved and signaled to hear something. The secret wizard returned a middle finger, "Then please tell him that I need the Ghost Knight now. No one who comes to cause trouble will end up in a good way until my business is completed."

"How is it? What does SHIELD say?" Father Moru jumped out of the box when he saw Salomon hanging up the phone, "Is it unreliable?"

"What about you?"

"I said, I represent the attitude of the church in this matter. What do you want, armed support? Or technical support?"

"I just need to find Mephisto's incarnation, and Kama Taj will deal with him."

"We are going to take the boy to a sect where we will purify him so that no matter what the devil wants to do, he can't do it. We all need knights, don't we? Why can't we help each other in this?"

"I want adults and children after the deal."

"Trade. In addition, there is no support I just said."
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