Sun God Marvel Chapter 799: Top Secret Memories of God’s Blood and Wine

? "I?" Hearing the gentleman from the captain's Щщш..lā veteran, he showed a British restrained smile. "You can call me Murphy, kind Murphy."

"I don't think you have any good intentions at all. On the contrary, I still think you are conscientiously plotting something. What the **** do you want to do?"

The captain did n’t agree with the old gentleman ’s statement. He stared closely at the guy in front of him, his eyes lingering and aggressive. Obviously, he was trying to force the old guy to tell the truth with strong coercion. However, he underestimated the pressure of the old gentleman in front of him.

knocked on the bar counter table, and the bartender immediately took out a half-full bottle with an extremely gorgeous old bottle. The fine wine in the bottle is rippling with the scarlet color like blood, and people can't help but taste it at a glance.

The old gentleman named Murphy just poured two glasses of wine under the captain's watch. As he pushed a glass of wine in front of the captain, he took a sip from the glass. Then he showed a look of enjoyment and said to the captain.

"Do you know, young man. Wine was crowned with the name of the blood of God by the church people at the beginning. But in my opinion, the real blood of God is by no means inferior in the hands of the church Can be compared. The real wine that can be called the blood of God should be born in the Middle Ages, the hand of an alchemist called Paracelsus. In his era, many people believed him Created the secret medicine for immortality. "

"What do you want to say, do you want to tell me that the bottle of wine in your hand is the work of the alchemist?"

"Indifferent, otherwise you think I would spend so much time telling you these things. This bottle of wine is the only work of Paracelsus. Believe me, when you taste its deliciousness, You will definitely forget all your worries and sorrows and get truly intoxicated with the soul. How about, do you want to try it? "

See the tempting scarlet swelling out of the wine glass, and the sweet smell that makes people unbearable. Even with the will of the captain, the mouthpiece could not help shaking.

"Do you really think that this bottle of wine that has been left for hundreds of years can still be drunk, has he not passed the shelf life?"

"Young people, there is no shelf life for alchemists. And I think you have smelled it, right?"

Murphy's words are confusingly inexplicable, but what is more confusing than his words is the glass of wine in front of him. Looking at the glass of wine in front of him, the captain immediately had an unprecedented urge. This made him hungry and unbearable, even to the point of being uncontrollable like a thin volcano.

So now, even if he doesn't know what is going on, he has already picked up the glass of fine wine and sipped it out.

Like the clear water flowing suddenly on the dry land, the captain couldn't help but groan as soon as the wine entered. The sensory impact on the body and soul made him so intoxicated that he couldn't extricate himself, so that immediately, he set his sights on the remaining half bottles of fine wine.

After seeing the captain ’s unabashed eager look, Murphy poured himself a glass of wine again, and pushed the entire bottle to the captain.

"Drink, young man. If you want, these are yours."

The captain intellectually felt something was wrong. But physically he could not control himself completely. The repressive emotion and instinctive impulse in his heart made him pick up the wine bottle, and even the cup was not used, he sipped directly.

Such a move is a luxury, because if this bottle of wine is really from the legendary alchemist, then it is definitely a valuable treasure. This kind of treasure can be called a waste even if it is tasted carefully, let alone such a booze.

But Murphy did n’t care. He just smiled and looked at the captain, watching him drink the fine wine in the bottle little by little.

And after drinking all the fine wine, the captain just put down the bottle, and he stumbled violently, and fell down. His brain was chaotic, or the long-lost drunken feeling now appeared on him. And take away control of his body a little bit.

"What's wrong with me, am I drunk?"

looked at the palm of his ghost in disbelief. The captain murmured to himself. Hearing his words, Murphy smiled slightly and resumed.

"People are always inevitably drunk. If you have n’t been drunk, then you know that you ca n’t get drunk. But now it seems that you are indeed drunk, young man."

"It's really interesting, it turns out that this is the feeling of being drunk. This kind of empty brain feels really good." A smirk appeared on the face, but tears began to flow from his eyes. "It's really good, at least I seem to have forgotten Bucky now."

"Are you sad? This is unfortunate. But it is also a good thing. When you get drunk, you can forget all sad things."

The gentle and polite Murphy speaks like a conscientious psychologist. Hearing his words, the captain said frankly.

"You are a good person, Murphy. I'm sorry I would have suspected you before."

"It's okay, young people. Anyone has a time to be suspected. The key is, you have to learn to gain their trust, don't you?"

"You are right. Oh, it ’s a bit weird to feel drunk. It seems like everything is changing. Also, I actually have the idea that this feeling is familiar. I really do n’t know if this strange idea is from Where did it come out. "

The captain who really drank too much began to mumble and complain. In response, Murphy once again revealed a meaningful smile.

"Maybe you've been drunk like this before? It's just too long, maybe you can't remember it."

"Maybe! But I have never been drunk, or I have never been drunk. This is the first time, this is definitely the first time."

"I don't think this is the first time!" Picking up the empty bottle, Murphy's smile began to distort in the captain's eyes. "Many years ago, you should have had this once. It's just that you have forgotten, Mr. Steve Rogers. Your memory has been blurred, and you have forgotten many things you have experienced. It's time for you to remember. "

Murphy's sudden change of voice made the captain's mind immediately roll wildly. Countless pasts have emerged little by little like the eggs from which the eggshells have been removed. But for this completely strange memory of his own, the captain suddenly became incredible.

The most important moment in his life was at the end of the Second World War, which prevented the final blow of the jade and stone from the Red Skull. After that, he fell into the ice. And experienced seventy years of long sleep in it. But now the memory that came to his mind told him that he didn't stay in the ice for so long.

The huge submarine, the desperate German army, the machinery that does not know the purpose, and the magic magic that has never been imagined. All this made the captain's brain sizzle like boiling. The chaotic and broken memory blocked almost every corner of his brain. All of this made him want to pursue the context, but he couldn't get a specific answer.

He began to feel a headache, as painful as acupuncture. This made him cover his head violently, clenching his teeth and could not help but groan with difficulty.

Suddenly, a person's image appeared in his mind. The shadow of this serious German made him pronounce his name.

"Eins Belem"

The appearance of the name is like Mars on the edge of the gunpowder barrel, which makes his entire brain mad and agitated. And his look also became distorted and grim, and a scary blush gradually appeared on his face.

This change made the smile on Murphy's face deeper and deeper, and the smile on his face almost reached the position of the ear. At the same time, the entire bar suddenly became quiet. It's as if here has become a very different world in a flash.

Or, this is indeed a different world, a world artificially created. In such a world, Murphy in the eyes of the captain began to change his image and became a gruesome, horror gesture that belonged only to the devil.

"Let me introduce myself again, Mr. Steve Rogers. I am Mephisto, a devil, the devil that dominates hell. I was entrusted by an old friend of you to bring you his greetings. "

"Ainz Belen" gritted his teeth and said these words ~ IndoMTL.com ~ The captain has already figured out some of the abnormal key points from his brain. And when he heard the name, Mephisto immediately laughed.

"Yes, yes. This is the amazing guy. Reinhardt Einzberen. Or the great alchemist Paracelsus, or now Smith Week. No matter what the name is, it represents an outstanding human being, a guy who has to admire even a devil like me. I bring him greetings to you, Mr. Captain America Steve Rogers. A special greeting ! "

"The night is eternal and the night fire is bright. I hope you will find a place to rest your soul in this silence."

Full of literary words, the captain with a struggling face immediately stopped all movements. His pupils began to dilate, and the expression on his face became cold and rigid. At this moment, he looked like a machine. For Mephisto, he is indeed a machine, a machine that only knows to follow orders.

Seventy years ago, some people had buried their foresight. And now, it is time for this foreshadowing to come into play. Chaos and despair, pain and death, all of which will follow, and for a devil, this is the most amazing scenery. Mephisto heartily admired, admired the guy who made all this, admired humanity itself.

They always give some surprises, do n’t they!

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