Those Years when Marvel was a Superhero

Gore's wife and children died, and someone comforted him, but only once. Because life is like this on this planet, everyone lives a similar life under the management of this god. It is already a long life to live more than thirty-five years old. Everyone may die tomorrow, and then the body is used by family members as an important resource.

When all tragedies have become a daily state of life, then all tragedies will become insignificant. There is nothing happy or sad about life and death. Because it is good to be alive, although many people have forgotten why they live, they will live indifferently and feel that others are just as insensitive.

I don't know why, Geer couldn't live that indifferent life like his people. There was always a fire burning in his heart. The fire drove him not to become numb, but also to drive him not to go crazy. And a bold and crazy idea was born in Gore's mind and could not be dispelled anyway.

That is……

"Someone has to pay the price!" Geer raised his head and stared into the distance. On the top of the high black rock hill stood a white palace, and the palace's giant pillars stood on top. A colossal statue of **** carved in pure gold was placed on the roof. The water and soil of the planet where Gore is located is not abundant, but in front of this huge palace, there is the largest flower garden on the planet. All kinds of flowers bloom and emit a strange fragrance.

And the fragrance of various foods kept coming from the palace, and those delicious foods were unavailable to the people of Gore. For example, the specialty mango sheep on this planet, the **** stipulates that all mango sheep must be sent to the palace to be dedicated to the god. If anyone dares to eat mango sheep without permission, he will be sentenced to capital punishment. Anyone who eats or catches a mang sheep to hide it will be arrested by the gods here and then hangs high above the cliff to let the flying eagle eat their skin. Generally this process will last for three days and the talent will die. The sentenced person can watch his flesh be eaten up by the flying eagle a little bit and then reveal his bones. But also have to endure the pain of the heart.

The gods enjoy everything in this world, but it is strictly forbidden for the original aborigines of this world to enjoy it. In the hall, a **** with a golden body and a height of three meters exudes an indescribable brilliance and sits on the throne. In front of him is a long dining table with all kinds of food on it, at least hundreds of them. The quantity is stacked as high as the mountain.

In the hall there are servants who keep running in small steps, they are all dressed in neat clothes. Gore touched his clothes, neat and clean, completely different from when he was doing things on the construction site under the mountain. You can only wear rag-like clothes on the construction site. It is not an exaggeration to say that the clothes are not covered.

After a long time of hard work, he bribed his stewards with his work and the food he took from other people. He finally stepped up from the lowest level of hard work to a slave in the palace. This is the culmination that Gore's people can ascend to.

Although they are servants before the gods, they are all nobles before the clans! Because working here can eat enough food and wear decent clothes. Even a careless person will be punished by the gods, but this is already very good. It is much better than those of those who work hard under the mountain.

So these people who work here have a sense of arrogance when facing their people. Because other people want to borrow food when they are not full. This gave them a feeling of being a man.

It ’s like Ge ’s first work here today. The consul who led him said to him in an arrogant tone: “Everything should be careful when working in the shrine. Your job is to wipe the floor in the hall. Every day Wipe it three times to make it possible for you to reflect your silhouette. Otherwise, the food for the day will be gone! "

"Remember that we are all working for great gods. There can be no lapses, otherwise the gods can't afford to sin!" The consul said high, and Geer's head was downright promised.

But in Gore's mind, he didn't take it for granted. The black-haired chubby guy in front of him really thought he was? He was just a poor little bug, and it was not as important as the pet eagle he raised in front of the gods.

But such a bug-like thing actually shouted at his own people like this for five times, and felt that he was very amazing. Yeah, maybe in the eyes of bed bugs, as long as they are more important than other bed bugs, then it ’s a good thing. Even just making a bigger bug!

Guer dismissed it, but he would not express it. Because he has deeper thoughts and plans. It was like the determination he made after seeing the bodies of his children and his wife. All this has to be paid. And who should pay this price? Of course it is the guy who looks tall! Because he is the culprit of everything.

Gore suppressed all hatred and anger in his heart, and he could not bear it. Because he knew he didn't have the strength to challenge the gods ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The other party could kill himself by sneezing. I need to wait for the opportunity, waiting for the opportunity to hit the deadly!

I need patience, patience ...

Patience is painful and long, but everything can be tolerated for revenge. Geer day after day, year after year, he kept repeating those simple tasks in the shrine. He had been waiting for several years, and even died of the black fat man who was the consul.

But he still didn't find a chance to kill the proud god. Because it was too difficult for Gore to kill a god, he had no such power. He has experimented with poisoning, but it is enough to poison the poison of a thousand people to the gods. It is like dessert for the gods. He eats poisonous food without any discomfort. Geer felt that it would take time.

But waiting is rewarding, Geer still remembers waiting for the day to return.

Originally it was an ordinary day, Geer was still doing daily work. He suppressed all hatred and anger in the deepest part of his heart, ensuring that no one could know his hatred.

The sun was shining that day, and the **** said he would go out to visit friends. The people in the shrine were relieved and could relax for a while. But just after everyone relaxed, there was a huge energy fluctuation in the sky. With a thunderstorm in the sunny day, Gore felt that his eardrums were about to be broken. He looked up into the air, only to see a black figure holding a long sword and knocked down the golden **** and his companion of the same color from the sky.

The black figure spoke a language he couldn't understand, but he didn't know why Geer felt that the opportunity he was waiting for had come. Maybe your enemies can be reported today. No matter whether it is a fake hand or a personal removal of this god, Geer only hopes that this **** will die!