Dark Savages Come To the United States Chapter 414

"My dear Constantine, I don't think now is the time to say that."

Coulson's face was wrinkled together, and he said awkwardly.

He looked up at the monitor on the other side, the picture above was the outside of the office.

Outside, a large number of angel sculptures covering their faces appeared at some unknown time.

S.H.I.E.L.D. was extremely quiet at this time.

It seems that even breathing has become a mistake.

There was a brief silence, but Constantine was the first to break the silence.

"What is that?" Constantine asked with a smile, and he couldn't see any nervousness in him.

He just stuck his head out and looked outside the office, where some such sculptures were standing there.

Neither Nick Fury nor Coulson would have thought the sculptures were the pranks of boring agents.

Constantine's feeling was even more acute. He slowly walked to Nick Fury's side and hid his body behind Nick Fury.

Just when everyone focused their attention outside the office, the crying angel on the monitor was already much closer to the screen.

You can act without being observed.

This is the Weeping Angel.

When Nick Fury turned his eyes around, there was a gap between the Weeping Angel on the surveillance screen and the real Weeping Angel.

The picture in the surveillance and the situation in the world are separated, so Nick Fury can't help but think that this is an absurd prank.

But he arranged all the facilities in this safe house himself, so this is all true!

This is not scientific at all.

"Constantine, tell me, how far are the sculptures outside the office from the door of the office!?"

She shouted loudly in shock.

This tone is like Nick Fury chanting "Fuck Mama".

It was the panic caused by things beyond control.

"What? About three meters? What did you find?"

Constantine turned his head and looked at Nick Fury.

The conversation between the two attracted Coulson's attention, and the danger began to approach again!

This can't help Coulson not paying attention, because Constantine is a dangerous guy.

No one knows if this thing will summon something to give Coulson a hard time.

He has a criminal record for this kind of thing.

Summon the demons to fight the demons, then call the angels to clean up the victor among the demons.

This is the basic operation of Constantine.

Just as his actions caught Coulson's attention, those Weeping Angels outside the office had already moved!

Distance is no longer a problem, and their movements are silent.

By the time Coulson noticed these guys, those Weeping Angels had reached out and grabbed his wrist!

The Weeping Angel's body cannot be damaged by physical attacks.

Even Doctor Who, who exists as knowledge, has no good way to deal with these guys other than creating time paradoxes.

Perhaps it was because of his physical condition that he could not use an attack that could damage effectively.

But in a general sense, Weeping Angels are invincible!

Even if Coulson is now a Skyhammer, he can't physically destroy the Weeping Angel!

"What is this!?"

Coulson twitched his hand, but found that no matter what, he couldn't get his hand out of the sculpture's hand.

The Weeping Angel's biggest weakness is probably staring at each other.

Coulson didn't know that kind of stuff.

Even in all the volumes of S.H.I.E.L.D., there is no record of a guy like the Weeping Angel.

Humans cannot control them, nor can they control them.

Even breaking the sculptures won't kill them completely.

The profession will resume, and in the blink of an eye, the crying angel may send the person to the past, or may break the neck of the human.

The image of the Weeping Angel seems to be the source of their power, which is inexplicable.

These things don't exist relying on that stone-like body at all!

"Hmm? Why don't I feel the taste of my soul?"

Sweat could already be seen on Konstantin's face, and his smile became far-fetched.

For Constantine, nervousness will still appear.

In the past, I was not very nervous, because most of the guys I faced were acquaintances, and it was meaningless to be nervous.

"The images of these guys and their entities exist, but how?"

Nick Fury stared at the Weeping Angel on the monitor in front of him.

He immediately realized that something was wrong, and his eyes were fixed on the screen on the monitor.

Observation is the way to limit the Weeping Angel, as Nick Fury discovered almost instantly.

But the feeling of weakness that gradually came from his body began to eat directly into his heart.

This body is dying, and Nick Fury is powerless to stop it.

"Mom to Fake!"

Nick Fury said so.

Her hands were a little flustered, fumbling for the remote control on the table.

He wanted to see if changing the channel would make the image of the Weeping Angel disappear from the monitor.

"No. 11 launched a single-handed shot! Good chance!!! The ball is scored!"

The picture of the football match on the monitor, and bursts of cheers attracted Constantine's attention.

But Constantine didn't turn his head to look at the monitor, but stared at the Weeping Angel holding Coulson's arm.

In his pocket, he still has the bills he bet on for this game, so he will inevitably care about the outcome.

"It seems that you just hid the channels of sports programs. It turns out that you can still have leisure here."

Constantine said casually.

The beads of sweat on his forehead had already formed into one piece.

He felt that his soul was also in the process of weakening, and a new soul was being slowly conceived with the help of his body.

It was not the first time he had experienced having a child, but each time it felt different.

Mammon is a noisy child, and the Weeping Angel is like a parasite in his stomach, constantly pushing his life to death.

This feeling is too dangerous.

"damn it!"

Nick Fury shouted angrily.

The American football movement of "No. 4 touchdown! He is the best running back!" has already started to appear on TV.

But the face of the weeping angel with claws and claws was still there.

Very scary.

Now Nick Fury is worried about other things.

For example, will those who are on the field see something like the Weeping Angel because of such a picture.

Observing and being observed are sometimes one and the same thing.

He finally realized that his actions seemed to be so hasty.

"I really want to feel high-quality fear? Are these things actually alive? Or is it just me who thinks they are alive?"

Coulson's tone was very ugly.

He also began to exude a strong aura of fear.

As long as he can think, he will feel fear.

And fear would eventually become Diablo's power.

The rules of the Weeping Angel cannot escape the cage of fear.

But Coulson began to wonder.

He didn't know if what he was about to do was right or wrong.

A sense of confusion lingered in his mind.

Contact Diablo and have Diablo turn the Weeping Angel into his subordinates, or family.

Once such a thought arises, it will make Coulson's heart palpitate!

That was more serious than facing a furious Bourkesso.

For Bourkessel does not take anger, but the condemnation of conscience.

Unless you completely lose your conscience.

At this moment, Constantine blinked.

And the Heavenly Hammer on Coulson's waist disappeared directly at this point in time!

The Weeping Angel's target was not Coulson, who had not completely figured out his state, but the Sky Hammer, who was full of fear and the power of time!

Whether it was the Sky Hammer itself made by the God of Fear, Kur, or the power of fear that was added to it through Diablo.

For these guys who eat time, they are more attractive than a mere Coulson.

The future of mankind is unknowable, but for Weeping Angels, it doesn't matter what is accomplished, only the length of time matters.

And the unknown past also represents the power of time!

This power is fresh enough and sweeter!

The Sky Hammer was sent to a past known to the Weeping Angels, and at this time, Diablo, who was far away in Asgard, felt the power in his body begin to grow violently!

This kind of enhancement is inexplicable!

"Crack!"

Coulson directly broke his wrist, and then released himself from the Weeping Angel's wrist.

His hand subconsciously pulled out a pistol from under his arm.

Sweat on his forehead!

The connection between the Skyhammer Fallen and him was brutally severed.

At this time, Coulson's mind was a mess!

But his professionalism as an excellent agent made him find the enemy immediately!

It's just that firearms seem to be useless at this time!

"Colson? Welcome back."

Nick Fury observed Coulson's appearance with his electronic eyes, and probably understood what happened before.

But at this time, I can only say this simple sentence.

If there is no way to get through the Weeping Angel, maybe Nick Fury can use other life substitutes to continue acting.

But Coulson and Constantine were dead. First release www.(x81zw)m./x81zw/

"By the way, are you angels?"

Constantine took out a handkerchief and blew his nose, his eyes still secretly observing those weeping angels.

But the spirit has already started to contact Auriel.

Who knows how many races there are like angels?

Perhaps these weeping angels were just turned into angels who were deceived by scumbags. As the original archangel of hope, Auriel is better than a little mage like him when facing these guys, right?

on the battlefield.

At this time, the epidemic king has achieved a comprehensive advantage.

Although they haven't achieved any decent results yet, it seems that victory is already imminent.

Red Tank Bucky's battle armor has become pitted, and broken fragments can be seen everywhere on the ground.

The strong ones don't look like the muscles of a human being trembling. Cytorak still doesn't pay attention to one of his chess games all the time, but it's a little unusual now.

Bucky has not been a Red Tank for too long. This is the second time he has fought with his current body.

Coupled with the aura on the King of Epidemic that is slightly similar to that of Billie, this idle and painful crimson universe lord devotes a little attention.

Bucky could feel the dissatisfaction of the big man behind the scenes.

But now he is really powerless.

The strength of the Red Tank largely depends on the physical fitness of the successor.

Bucky's body is not weak, can survive the transformation of Hydra, and is regarded as a representative of the Winter Soldiers.

His physical condition is very good.

But compared to the two guys who were supposed to be red tanks, he still has a little gap.

This gap prevented him from unleashing all the power of the Red Tank.

If you really do that, there will only be one result.

That is self-destruction!

From time to time, the King of Epidemic would make strange shouts, and those present could not understand what he meant.

But that increasingly violent gesture made those who participated in the battle feel a deadly threat!

Rumlow's is almost unable to remember how many times he has used the medicine bottle.

The whole body is sore and soft, the bones have been shattered many times, and the muscles have also cracked a lot under the collision of strength.

Even the anger seems to have burned out the fuel, only a trace of residual warmth can be felt.

Mocot's soul, who had been helping him, was going silent a little bit.

Without enough anger, even an existence like Mocot can only sigh.

Maybe the living Mokot is not afraid of existences like the plague king.

No matter how bad it is, it's fine.

But now he is just a soul, facing the complete plague king, he has done his best just to protect Rumlow.

And Rumlow's anger is constantly being drawn by him, in order to face the giant arm that the plague king may sweep over at any time.

As for Steve, except for the shield in his hand, he couldn't see anything intact.

The uniforms on his body became tattered, showing his strong body in front of everyone.

It's a pity that everyone present was not interested in this. After all, at the time of life and death, where did so many ideas come from?

But Peggy Carter is in pretty good shape.

She is very self-aware and has not become a gap on the battlefield.

She didn't appear within the attack range of the plague king, and her sensitive body allowed her to avoid the ghost hands on the ground, but she was a little uncomfortable under the influence of the poisonous mist.

Coupled with Steve's intentional or unintentional protection, she obviously still has the strength to fight again.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

It may also be that the intelligence of the plague king is not enough to seize the weakness to defeat them. This is the situation.

However, Dr. Doom's condition is very bad.

The armor on his body was already torn apart.

After all, in the battle, he not only has to face the pressure brought by the plague king, but also hides in the dark and stabs at midnight.

If Dr. Doom has any thoughts now, it is probably a very apt description to find the guy who plotted against him and use it to light the sky lantern.

There is no way to use all of his strength, and even if he wants to evacuate, he will be forcibly blocked in this place by the curse of midnight.

This place is America, not his beautiful hometown of Latovilla.

He has no obligation to protect the property of his enemies, and he even wanted to slip away.

But as soon as he had the idea of ​​slipping away, the curse cast at midnight would immediately intensify.

And the plague king will launch a fierce attack towards him as if he was manipulated.

In such an unfavorable situation, even a strong man like Dr. Doom became stretched thin.

The worst offender is probably Anderson.

The attack he endured was almost the same as what Rumlow endured.

As an angel, when facing the big devil, the urge to crush the other side keeps appearing.

Maybe he has Midnight and Barr to thank.

If it wasn't for these two guys trying to figure out Dr. Doom, he might have been waiting to be resurrected in the springs of the high heaven.

"Whether you can defeat each other, I'm almost dying!"

Loki almost gritted his teeth and said this.

Showing weakness is not a problem, Loki's self-esteem is not strong enough to even care about it.

Even he has wanted to escape more than once, but for some reason he can't take a step.

The sense of responsibility that belongs to him is constantly sprouting in this battle.

Even for this he has covered those guys who looked a little annoying many times.

Agent Hill is standing behind Loki, and the green light ring in his hand is constantly constructing a position here to protect Loki.

At this moment, Wang was leaning on Mike, holding the calf in his arms, breathing hard.

Among the people present, Wang may be the hardest working one, and it can even be described as giving up everything.

Demons are obviously other-dimensional beings, and things like the mage's responsibilities have made the king's eyes red.

The pitchfork in Mike's hand was dissatisfied with the crack, and the electric light on the ground also dimmed.

"If you really can't do it, contact Bourkesso! Don't hold on!"

Loki gritted his teeth and said ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and his body began to tremble.

The teeth slammed together and made a series of rattling noises.

As if shivering in the cold.

The frost giant began to be hurt by his own cold winter.

Loki really reached his limit.

He stood on the boundary between the Supreme Mage and the Half Mage.

This is somewhat dangerous.

Although crossing this line will not allow him to replace Gu Yi, but after all, he is qualified to stand in front of Gu Yi.

Just like the queen Frigga.

Hearing this, Rumlow took out a bottle of wine from his backpack, and with some effort he smashed the bottle on the rubble on the street.

Now he doesn't even have the strength to unscrew the lid.

The fingers didn't obey the command, and they clenched them mercilessly.

He just wanted to let go, and it became "impossible".

"Now I can only hope that **** Constantine realizes this, and then uses the cell phone he gave to the ancestors at some **** time to contact him!

But I have to say that there are no messy operators' base stations on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath! Unless S.H.I.E.L.D. has placed a satellite over the holy mountain of Harrogath! "

After Rumlow finished speaking, he poured the wine into his mouth.

The shattered bottle mouth pierced his mouth, and the drink mixed with blood drank it. Rumlow seemed to recover a little, and his spirits lifted up!

Chapter end