As Eric stepped onto the ground with the crowd's wild cheers, the poor amplification board made a sound of glass breaking, and then turned into a pile of fragments.

With its help, Eric accomplished an unprecedented feat, rescuing thousands of people from the minions of the fire demon. Now his heart is clear and he feels like he is reborn, as if he has been swam in the river, with ease in his fatigue.

The students rushed up and hung on him and shouted. Peter was not behind. He hesitated and joined the celebration team with his peers. After all, they had already fought together and were friends who were in love.

Behind Peter were Harry and Mary Jane. The students took them out while saving people. Harry's head was injured. Mary Jane supported him and looked at the group of people who were making trouble enviously. Before they could consider whether to join in, the fanatical people and reporters had already crossed the two people, surrounded Eric and his group, grabbed their hands and feet and threw them high into the sky.

People try every means to express their inner joy, but a greater celebration is still brewing. The disaster of this day has come to an end. Although there are casualties, the numbers have not finally become larger. Before the government comes up with countermeasures, people can cheer for the heroes.

Thank you, Magneto.

In the midst of boiling, Eric quietly withdrew. After the work was done, John would take his classmates back to the office. Now he is going to track down another person.

Through the crowd and following some trace that is difficult to detect with the naked eye, Eric went straight to an abandoned industrial area, which was once glorious, but now it is just a ruin waiting for relocation. The empty factory building is full of lush green grass, and only the sparrows on the treetops occasionally cried for a few times.

Pushing open a door, Eric entered the office area, the empty equipment was removed, and some paper was scattered on the ground, covered with dust.

"Are you looking for me, Magneto?" Speaking of Eric's nickname, the old voice was full of mockery, and at the same time there was a strange feeling. His voice echoed in the spacious room, and a figure appeared upstairs.

"Yes." Eric turned around and looked at the back above. "I'll thank you for your help. I'll be hard to succeed without your strength."

"No need." The man was not going to accept his gratitude. He waved his hand and slowly moved slowly with the railing.

"Your skills give me endless inspiration. I don't want to hide it. I learned a lot from you." He said, walking a corner, finally turning his body and revealing his old face.

"I'll give you a suggestion, child." Magneto said, his expression was quite serious at this moment. The look of Eric's eyes also changed, and it was no longer simple hostility.

"What?" Eric asked.

"Put a Roman numeral after your name." Magneto replied.

"Magneto II?" Eric shook his head. "Sorry."

"Okay, that's your choice." The old mutant slowly turned around.

"In 1962, I came to this country. In Europeans, people said that this was a country of freedom and prosperity. I once regarded it as another holy land with milk and honey, but the facts told me that the holy land will always exist only in imagination. In this country of freedom, my compatriots still cannot get freedom." The vicissitudes of life echoed slowly. Magneto looked at Eric again.

"You have done a great job so far, and I have to admit that. But remember. Humans are used to turning against each other."

After a last look at Eric, Magneto left. His voice was still in the room, but the person had disappeared.

Eric looked at the empty office building and saw a moment of deity, then turned and left.

Now, he is going to deal with the last trouble.

The trouble was being crushed to death by the plane crashing into the building, and the flames were burning beside it, almost roasting it.

"Hey, is anyone here to help me?" Norman Osborn shouted loudly. He took a lot of effort to avoid the fire, but there was no one in the building full of smoke and high temperatures.

Most ordinary people left the steel passage built by Eric above, and the firefighters were still working hard to put out the fire outside. John and his men exhausted their strength and now they could only do some auxiliary work.

So no one will get close to you for a while.

Except for one person.

"Eric, you're finally here." Norman screamed in surprise when he saw the visitor.

"Yes, Norman." Eric, who rushed back to the building, came to the impact floor, where Mr. Green Demon was hiding.

"I am the kind Eric, and I can't sit idly by your side."

Hearing Eric's words, Norman's face froze for a moment, then he quickly reacted, and pretended that nothing had happened before, enthusiastically waved his arms to the ally and asked him to come and rescue him.

"Save you?" Eric asked with surprise, spreading his hands open. "Why?"

"We are friends." Norman answered in the same surprise tone, as if he was a crime without doing what he said.

"Is that?" Eric said teasingly. "Cunning friends, my life-threatening friends, crazy friends, or unreliable friends."

He gradually came to Norman and looked at him ten feet away.

"Eric, save me." Norman looked like he was repentant and begged pitifully. His face, which was as thin as if he was covered in bones, was filled with a look of praying.

Eric pointed at his hand hiding behind him without saying a word.

Norman let go of his hand awkwardly, and a pumpkin bomb was revealed.

All reliances disappeared, and now he has returned to the demeanor of President Osborne.

"Help me, I will repay you." Norman said seriously. "Isn't this what you want?"

Eric brushed away the little pumpkin and turned away.

"Osborne Mutant, what else do you want? Do you want all my property?" Norman shouted in his voice.

"I want nothing." Eric stopped and replied with his head turned. "I changed my mind."

"You are a dangerous guy, and it's too dangerous to deal with someone who can't control yourself, so I decided to hand you over to this guy."

"Who?" Norman asked, feeling a little bad in his heart. "Police?"

"Of course not." Eric denied his speculation, threw the leader of the big company into the police station, and watched him feel as comfortable and comfortable as he was at home?

He turned around, ignored the heat and smoke, and walked around Norman before stopping.

"Do you know Norman, I have heard that the greatest justice in the world is nothing more than punishment of evil and promotion of good. At this time, it is undoubtedly the most appropriate to declare the judgment by a suitable person. It is reasonable to clean up your sins."

"Sin? Verdict?" Norman chewed these words and felt extremely bored. "Do you think that saving someone can mean you are a good person? One out of ten people will die because of you."

"God only promised his believers ten thousand chances of salvation. I am not God, I just need to know what I am doing."

"Ph," Norman threw away his demeanor and vomited at Eric from a distance. "What kind of good person are you? You have a share of what I have done. If I go to hell, there will be your place next to you."

"It's right." Eric said relaxedly. "So I also wonder why not let those innocent people die, why do I have to save them? But this question is not important. Now please let me introduce someone to you."

He clapped his hands and showed a figure from the sea of ​​fire on the other side of the stairs. When he first appeared from the high temperature, he was a semi-liquid silver figure, but after walking a few steps away from the flames, he changed into a ragged young man, who looked only twenty years old, and had no expression on his handsome face, as if he was engraved with cold stones by a craftsman.

"Lance Valentine." Eric introduced the visitor to Norman. "Remind that he also has another identity, a former Air Force captain named Becky Curtis."

"I think Mr. Osborne must still remember this freshly," Eric said, but he guessed it wrong.

Norman didn't remember this name at all. He always had too many political and economic matters in his mind. The names of small people were heard and left no impression.

"Okay, let's recall it." Eric walked to the former Air Force Captain and found that the liquid metal life was next to him and he held his shoulder.

"Think about Becky, who took your life, who made you lose your family, who made you so depressed?" Eric turned his head and pointed his eyes at the frightened Norman. "Look at him and think about it with all your memories."

Eric said, Norman felt something was wrong and struggled madly to escape from the wreckage of the plane.

Lancer-------------Baichi Curtis' soul fragments were quietly looking at the Green Demon mask, and gradually the cruel night returned to him.

The boundless darkness, the flying fire, and the violent pain were staged again in a familiar and crazy laughter. The green demon's laughter was his lingering nightmare, and now it came to him again.

Curtis's soul fragments roared in the body of liquid metal life, and he walked step by step towards the Green Demon, approaching him with the deepest hatred.

"Let me go, Eric, everything I have to do is yours, and you will have the final say from now on." The green demon pulled his legs desperately and begged for mercy at Eric.

"Harry is enough." Eric blinked his fingers and turned around and walked out of the burning floor.

Behind him, Becky opened his mouth, the corners of his mouth split, and the silver muscles were exposed to the Green Demon's eyes, and his mouth became wider and wider until the whole head expanded, like a huge silver daisy, covering Norman Osborne.

"What the hell are you?" Norman's eyes were covered with blood due to fear. He murmured as he watched the strange scene, and then darkness came.
Chapter completed!