Dark Savages Come To the United States Chapter 368

"Yizul."

Anderson raised his head, looked at the door of the higher heaven in the sky, and said the angel's name in a calm tone.

He may be the next Archangel of Justice.

A lofty belief and an almost never wavering determination.

It is trustworthy and deserves to be praised.

It's just that the contradiction between courage and justice seems to be passed on to the next generation.

There is a slight conflict between him and Izull.

Anderson's strength is still insufficient, but as the subordinate of the first Archangel of Courage in countless years, it is probably only a matter of time before he wants to be as powerful as Izuel.

This contradiction is not of strength, but of ideas.

Like between Prius and Tyrell.

"what?"

Coulson felt uncomfortable.

The door to the high heaven appeared in people's sight, and the power that had always been competing with the Hell Demon King also had an impact on the power of Diablo in his body.

"The gatekeeper of the high heavens, a guy who a noble person will definitely see after he dies."

Anderson explained casually.

He put the spear in his hand on the ground and looked at where Jin Bing was.

"Jin Biao's position is the front? Then you can leave first."

Anderson didn't go to see Coulson.

It doesn't feel good to walk with Coulson at all. Anderson doesn't like Coulson now. That disgust comes from the heart.

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The power of the Demon King of Hell will not be hidden from the angels, and this time is no exception.

It's just that Prius and Auriel seem to have other arrangements.

Anderson chose to walk alone.

"If you want."

The beads of sweat on Coulson's forehead were covered with a layer of light, reflecting the light.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is busy again.

Just what did you say this time?

A technocratic experiment?

Coulson doesn't plan to go to S.H.I.E.L.D. now, because it feels more dangerous to him than Anderson in front of him.

It's better to get in touch with other partners, otherwise all plans will be in vain.

Not far behind them, Impris walked over slowly and leisurely with Auriel.

The sparse crowd didn't notice them, or if they did, they would forget them later.

After all, courage and hope are things that can be seen everywhere, so they won't attract much attention.

When they are remembered and called upon, that is the beginning of trouble.

"Seriously, you're not going to talk to Bourkesso?"

Auriel's smile seems to have not changed for a long time.

It's like that face was born to look like this.

"Say what? Tell him that wisdom will come eventually? Or is it something that his position represents?"

Because Prius has some contempt for these.

The archangels all know what the first ancestor of the barbarians looked like, but they shouldn't tell Bulkesso.

"He'll know. If it falls, so what? Don't we need Bourkesso all the time?"

Prius clenched his fists.

Although this is what he has always thought, when he told the truth from his own mouth at this time, he felt a burst of chest tightness.

[Humans are really interesting. 】

Because Prius thought so.

He placed his fist in the place of his heart.

"Your heartbeat is fast, I can hear it."

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Those eyes opened, as bright as a sea of ​​stars.

"Humans are unpredictable, Ytherael said at the time."

Auriel looked up at the high heaven.

There is only one angel above, Izuel.

Iseriel, she is probably still with that blue figure now.

"Now, we are human, just not the same as those Nephalem."

Auriel said so.

Then he slowly took out a brooch and placed it on Imperius' fist.

"The gift for you, on the day you became a human being, I failed to prepare a gift for you. Now take this blessing of 'hope' well."

Auriel's body began to emit a soft light, like a firefly in the last night before dawn.

"What's your plan? What gift do you want to get?"

Imprison put away the brooch, and then grabbed Auriel's wrist with his backhand.

Pulling hope into his arms.

The fiery courage never knows how to restrain.

"I can not say."

Auriel chuckled lightly.

Of course she wouldn't say it.

Because courage is always fearless.

He will act because of a sudden thought, and he will not notice that the ground he has walked on is already full of injuries.

A great idea.

If Auriel turns into an archangel of hope at this time, will all the human beings present who have seen the high-level heaven transfer their hope from the hero to the god?

An interesting attempt, now she needs an existence who is willing to become an angel and is full of hope.

It's not right, but she must do it.

Auriel will be scolded by the barbarians, but Prius won't.

After all, that was what Kanai owed her!

"Well, can I take some souls and use them as casting materials?"

Constantine looked at the mourning souls and said something casually.

Even if one arm is missing, he doesn't seem to care much.

As he spoke, he squatted down and used his intact hand to pick up the cigarette he had only smoked from the charcoal his arm had turned into.

Then he raised his head and looked at the guys upstairs.

"Well, I'm just saying that playing with the soul will not end well, I know very well."

Constantine saw Nick Fury's face at a glance, so he waved his hand and said.

The stump on the ground was twisting little by little, and then completely turned into fly ash.

"Director, I remember that S.H.I.E.L.D. has employee protection, right? Do you have any means of rebirth from severed limbs?"

Constantine's face was covered with cold sweat inspired by the pain, but his face was still cynical.

Nick Fury nodded, then said:

"I think these guarantees don't belong to you until your files are in SHIELD. Of course I'm joking."

A mage who is missing an arm is also a mage.

Still deadly.

Maybe for Constantine, it can only be said that it makes him less fun.

It's just that if it can be complete, who would like a broken and broken self?

Constantine took a deep breath of the cigarette, as if he wanted to stuff the **** into his mouth and chew it.

It was only at this time that the phantom of Mocot behind Rumlow slowly dissipated.

An ancestor is with him, and there are many guarantees in terms of safety, but it is also a kind of supervision.

"Um, you mean you want to find us?"

Rumlow glanced at the doctor who had changed his face above, and asked with some doubts.

Panting is the aftermath of using excessive strength, but an Ancestral Hammer performed by Mocot was enough to bring him a lot of benefits.

For example, anger should not affect the sanity and other small skills when it is at its peak.

"Yes, I think I might have to meet Bourkesso."

Doctor Who straightened his bow tie and said with a smile.

Humans with great power are rare beings.

At least Rumlow's strength is almost enough to seal the deal before the Cybermen have finished upgrading.

Doctor Who straightened his body and looked at Melinda who had just walked in.

Without a word, Melinda took out a marker from her pocket and quickly wrote her resignation on Nick Fury's surviving desk.

Then he left the scene without saying a word.

It can be seen that she is feeling very happy now.

But there is no such thing as resignation from the agent.

Resignation means betrayal.

After all, people who work as secret agents have never heard of signing an employment agreement or anything like that.

"Melinda, I'll give you a long enough vacation."

Nick Fury's one-eyed glanced at the resignation letter on the table, and then said calmly.

Melinda is an excellent talent, she knows exactly what she is doing.

Nick Fury chose to give him a trust.

And of course surveillance.

He has always been like this.

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Melinda finally spoke, and she pointed out her **** to Nick Fury with vulgar words.

Fortunately, this is not an Italian-style gesture of contempt.

Doctor Who looked at the situation in front of him and smiled.

The accumulation of endless knowledge made him quickly understand what the two people in front of him were performing.

Holidays are just a reason to change secret jobs.

"By the way, do you have an amnestic machine or something? Is it the kind of thing that can delete a memory for a period of time with a flash in the eye?"

After Doctor Who finished speaking, he nodded slightly to Rumlow, a kind greeting for the first time.

"We're working on it."

Nick Fury said so.

He wouldn't know that this kind of thing is easy knowledge for Doctor Who.

Not to mention that in the world of Doctor Who, there is a poor man who thought he was the first day at work after working for many years.

I hope that agency will pay wages on time.

"I have, so do you want to make an exchange?"

Doctor Who made his request.

Still smiling.

Don't think about mature technology, probably he will come up with a one-off thing to demonstrate, and then give some kind of technology tree that is impossible to obtain materials.

Alien technology never makes sense.

"What do you want in exchange?"

Nick Fury looked directly at Doctor Who, wanting to hear the next conditions.

Being able to communicate is a good thing.

"I want, your agency's news channel, this is the help between friends."

Doctor Who blinked one eye, then realized that his actions were offensive to a one-eyed dragon.

A new and dangerous world, the striking Tardis.

The Doctor needs some help.

There are no Santas who are like a potato who can help him at any time, and there is no unconditional trust in any armed forces.

In addition, the thing that is an angel and heaven from any point of view appeared in the sky, which gave him a sense of urgency.

So I took the first step to seek cooperation.

"You can ask us for the information you need, but I can't guarantee that the answer will be given."

Nick Fury said this, then jumped out of the big hole in the office.

Pretty decent.

Especially when the leather jacket opened behind him as it fell, maybe Wayne would have something in common with him.

"Nick Fury, Chief, what secrets do you have that you can't tell?"

Rumlow leaned against the wall behind him, took out a bottle of wine from his backpack and poured it into his mouth.

Alcoholism is not a good thing, and alcohol is not good for the human body.

But he gradually liked this feeling.

"When will Steve be back? We need him."

Nick Fury said to Rumlow in front of him.

He had no attitude towards Rumlow's ridicule, he just took the wine from Rumlow's hand and poured it into his mouth.

It's just a life substitute. If you drink at most, you will be drunk. If you change your body, you'll be fine.

Now he is a little thirsty.

"We've only just parted, maybe we need him and the Winter Soldier to finish the good old days?"

Rumlow just felt that his body was limp everywhere, and he couldn't get up any strength.

Indistinctly, he seemed to hear Mocot's dissatisfied "hum".

This is not an illusion, so he can only weakly tug at the corner of his mouth and show a wry smile.

Being watched by elders all the time is not necessarily a good thing for young people.

"Probably, soon."

Rumlow gave the answer.

They don't know about Bourkesso becoming the Immortal King.

Maybe they wouldn't feel much difference when Bourkesso appeared in front of them.

Still too weak.

The weak even and the holy mountain cannot do it on their own initiative.

Maybe Rumlow will feel it faster, after all, Mocot's soul needs an unbroken connection with the holy mountain.

"Weng"

A soft sound.

A portal opened from the opposite side of Rumlow.

Steve and Bucky walked over with a smile, and then their faces changed immediately.

Rumlow looked like he had experienced a battle, and he and Izur in the sky had not left, which made them both feel that something was wrong.

Immediately alerted.

"Space teleportation? It's really great!"

Doctor Who looked at the portal and made a sound of admiration.

Even if this is not very relevant to knowledge.

But this is also a great feat.

"What is this? The devil has invaded?"

Steve raised the Crusader shield in his hand, pointed it at the soul that was fading from the mourning, and said with a serious face.

Bucky moved his brand-new arm, but he was not used to it.

This prosthesis brings together the few prosthetic limb manufacturing experience of the barbarians.

But this thing is very reliable, at least it won't be damaged by external force.

It's just that Bucky needs to find Tony to make a control, otherwise the arm can only be smashed like a blunt weapon.

The last young man to use a prosthesis made by a barbarian has a big reputation.

It's called White.

White's prosthetic leg was also used as a weapon, so there's no way.

Whoever made the prosthesis made by the barbarians seems to have no other advantages besides being strong.

"A mage and a barbarian wiped out a Sky Hammer Venerable, and then the angel above came. It's that simple.

But I still like those angels with feathers on their wings. At least that's the kind of existence I'm familiar with. "

Constantine said with a cigarette in his mouth, feeling the pain that gradually subsided.

The wounds on the arm began to scab since Steve appeared.

During the brief study with Johanna, Steve felt a little bit of the power of the law.

I hope that the law, although it can't grant blessings on a large scale like Johanna, there is no problem in speeding up the healing.

"Who is this?"

Steve frowned, watching Izull slowly catch Johnny Blaze's soul, and then "send" the spirit of vengeance into the crystal gate.

The action is a little rough.

"have no idea."

Rumlow shook his head.

The name of the angel is not something he should remember, it seems to be irrelevant.

Mocot's voice came from inside his head:

"Izuel, Tyrael's most trusted partner. The creator of the legend of Azure Rage."

A little explanation made Rumlow nodded.

"Well, I have to admit that I lied before, this is Izuel, a legendary angel."

Hearing this, Steve raised his eyes and looked at Yizuer carefully.

Izuel was using energy to send Johnny Blaze's body to the other side of the crystal gate.

"High-level heaven? How could it appear in this place?"

Steve was puzzled.

If Johanna hadn't told him the news of High Heaven, maybe he could have accepted it better.

High-level heaven is not a place that can move at any time. The "common sense" of this kind of sanctuary is broken at this moment.

"Johanna?"

Yizuer spoke slowly, his figure still standing in front of the gate of heaven.

But the high-level heaven has begun to slowly disappear.

Harvesting faith is good for angels, but it is not so pure.

He called out Johanna's name, and naturally it was only after seeing the shield in Steve's hand.

The Crusaders' legacy includes names.

as always.

And it's very distinguishable.

The way the power is used is different from some subtle fighting postures.

This is enough to show the source of the Crusader's inheritance.

"So, you changed your name?"

Constantine shook his head and said.

Throwing out the cigarette with only the **** left.

"No, at least not now."

Angels don't seem to have anything.

It's just that the tragedy still makes him stunned.

Steve glanced at the souls that had finally faded away, feeling a little dazed.

After the soul is cleansed, it regains its sanity, and of course it realizes the tragic phenomenon that he is dead.

Fortunately, few of these souls are saints.

At least by the standards of the spirit of vengeance, these guys are the ones who deserve to be burned.

In the blink of an eye, the place became a mess.

The souls screamed, cursed, and began to scatter.

Some had hideous faces, while others were full of grief.

Crowds are scary and blind, and every single individual gets used to some things in a group.

These souls are like that.

"Rumlow, can you still fight?"

Steve said seriously.

The **** of this world is over, and death is "crazy".

There is no transit point for the soul to go to the kingdom of death, and it also loses the attention of death.

Now they seem to have only one place to go.

Burn hell!

The composition of the original sin war is to fight for these guys.

New demons and angels, endless battles.

Humans are just tools.

"Oh, of course."

Rumlow couldn't say anything to refuse, and Mocot was watching him.

So he didn't even think about shirk.

"I'll ask again, can I take these souls as materials for casting spells?"

Constantine took out a new cigarette and looked at the lighter that had been crushed by the previous impact.

Then he waved to John Wicker above.

Then a lighter was thrown down.

"Thanks, my 'brother'."

Constantine smiled, and then another mass of flesh appeared in his hands.

The flesh and blood of demons has a powerful suppressing force on the soul. Before, the danger that he had to pay to get some flesh and blood of demons was great.

It's good now, you can pick up some at any time.

As long as you are accompanied by teammates.

"Constantine, the first task that S.H.I.E.L.D. gave you, arrest them."

Nick Fury said seriously.

To study the soul, this is something that many scientists have tried.

And now that there are fresh souls as samples, those guys may be able to harvest something different.

"Hey, bastard, isn't my file in the S.H.I.E.L.D. database yet?"

Constantine shook his head and said.

The souls of some "bad guys" are infinitely useful.

"Now, you have been entered. Operator John Constantine!"

Nick Fury nodded on the tablet in his hand and said.

"Okay, as you wish, my leader!"

Constantine bowed with a smile, and put one arm on his chest.

"I hope you can help me arrange the surgery for the regeneration of the severed limb as soon as possible. After all, I am your only mysterious professional."

Constantine threw the demon's flesh and blood in his hand on the ground, and then wiped it casually with his feet.

When he finished speaking, a simple magic circle was drawn.

Nick Fury frowned.

He originally thought that mystery was a serious and sophisticated subject, but now it seems to be no different from the one I thought about.

At least the circle that Constantine drew with his foot was not very round.

"Nick Fury, what are you going to do with these souls!?"

Rumlow's voice interrupted Nick Fury's doubts.

The barbarians do not support any means of playing with the soul.

Mocot was watching, and this was what Rumlow thought.

Steve used his shield to face Nick Fury, showing the same hostility.

He hadn't pursued the matter of Ziren before, but now he's eyeing the soul again?

This is unbearable!

"Nick Fury, you better remember the lessons from before! You simply can't control everything in your hands~www.mtlnovel.com~ Your desire to control will only bring danger!"

Steve's voice became much louder.

The shield began to glow.

It was like a five-pointed star, and the brilliance like a quilt was wrapped in two circles reminded Nick Fury.

The captain has changed, he is a Crusader.

Bucky took off the prosthesis with his intact hand and waved it.

As a prosthetic, this hand is a little bad.

But as a blunt weapon, this thing is enough to smash Nick Fury on the forehead.

There may be people who have no complaints about Nick Fury, but there are still some complaints among those present.

John Wicker took a few steps back, and Doctor Who stepped back with his two female companions with an awkward smile.

Doctor Who doesn't use many clothes to change, or generally only one set on his body. Unfortunately, the clothes have already been washed.

The clothes that everyone sees now are Tardis' last gift before leaving him temporarily, so that he will not be an exhibitionist in the eyes of others.

But in fact, now he is only real with the bow tie around his neck...

The rest are ghosts behind the affected optic nerve and retina.

In the eyes of the ghost, he has nothing to hide.

Of course, the shame of human beings has nothing to do with him, he is just an alien who looks somewhat similar to humans.

He was just worried that he still needed to take a shower, which was a little troublesome.

Chapter end