Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Prince of Asgard, you seem a little confused now?"

A light and ethereal voice came, with a warm and reassuring power in it.

Loki turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice.

A shiny forehead appeared in front of him.

Unfortunately, he didn't know this person.

"what do you?"

Loki's reaction seemed to be a little slow, and his tone was as slow as a koala.

A little bit of arrogance can be vaguely heard in it.

Loki's brain as a mage was undoubtedly injured.

Thanos will not have any difference in attitude towards a mere mage.

"Just call me Coulson, Prince of Asgard."

Coulson's tone was mocking, and when the two bewitched guys faced each other, they unanimously showed contempt for each other.

Of course, Thanos would be in awe of all powerful beings, but Coulson, a guy whose name he had never heard of, didn't have such treatment.

As for Coulson facing Rocky.

Although Diablo is very cautious, he will show his arrogance at the right time.

Those who harbor fear will eventually be swallowed by fear.

It's just a Rocky.

"I feel your malice, so are you planning to fight me?"

Loki held the scepter in his hand and tried his best to show his strength.

It just looks a bit like the "Little Panda" raising its hands in order to make itself bigger, but it is always considered to be surrendering.

"No, I just want to see what an uncontrolled person is going to do. By the way, see if you are qualified to be my companion."

Coulson said so.

After completely getting rid of the original sin, Coulson has enough autonomy.

What's even more frightening is that he sank deeper and deeper into the abyss of fear, making it impossible for people to see how he mustered up his courage.

"You know Asgard, you should know that I am the most difficult one."

Loki's extended scepter began to glow.

Of course this is just a scepter that contains some of the power of the Mind Stone.

Thanos, whose goal is to master all the Infinity Stones, would not hand over his treasures to a brainwashed mage.

That's not safe.

"Hmm? Isn't Asgard destroyed?"

Coulson said with a smile.

The power used to shield all electronic signals on his body was withdrawn bit by bit.

Then his figure disappeared from Loki's sight.

Loki was an interesting toy, Coulson judged.

He was very curious about how Loki would face the next pursuit of S.H.I.E.L.D.

By the time Coulson found Loki, he had spent a few dollars and a gun to persuade a hoodlum to call S.H.I.E.L.D.

And told the other party some information about Loki.

It is normal for Venerable Skyhammer with Diablo behind him to know a little more.

Especially since Tyr is also a Hammer Master.

...

"Well, my countrymen. By this time the festivities should be over."

Burkasso stood on the high platform at the entrance of the Elder's Temple and shouted.

Holding the mountain-splitting giant ax in his hand, the ice-blue ax was shining with brilliance.

Qual-Kek has no intention of letting this pass for him.

This ax is his gift to the young warriors, or his inheritance.

"Hurry up, I have encountered too many things, I am tired."

As Lei Ko said, her eyes glanced over those young people intentionally or unintentionally.

She also did something similar to Qualkek, and a legend that could represent her husband was placed there.

Waiting for someone who is qualified enough to get it.

Confrontation, this is the magic weapon that everyone in the bull tribe wants to get.

Niu Zizi, who advocates the power of charge, always enjoys arguing about who is the best heir to the "confrontation".

It's a pity that that's all in the past, and now I can't even find any warrior who can be called the bull tribe.

After all, this made her feel a little lost.

Bulkelso glanced at Lai Ko, his eyes dodged a little.

He didn't want to argue with Lai Kou.

The woman who personally ended Jorez's mistake was not in a good mood.

But there was no reason to fight, and Bulkelso didn't like it very much.

"It's a fun game where the young fighters make their own assessments of their fights and then ask me what they want.

For fighters who are self-aware, I will give rewards that meet your expectations.

As for the exaggerated fighters, you can look forward to it. "

Bulkelso also deliberately changed the description of recruits when he was speaking, and turned his head to refer to young relatives as soldiers.

The mountain-splitting giant ax in his hand was shining brightly, as if he had chosen his master based on feeling.

Who is the one who has the opportunity to inherit Qualkek's faith? Bulkeso has guessed about this, but he still expects a different result.

"I'll come first."

Rumlow walked out from the crowd, and the two-handed giant hammer hanging on his waist had turned into a long stick.

Even though he could blow the demon's head off with just a long stick, it's just that it didn't look like a barbarian.

This made Bulkelso raise his eyes slightly.

"I'm still weak, that's all I've learned in battle."

Rumlow clenched his fists tightly as he spoke.

Not far away, Tariq took a deep look at him.

Tariq was a little worried about the "trouble" he chose.

Worried that Rumlow will be negative.

After all, many of the people affected by the evidence of shame have devalued themselves as worthless in the shame.

A clear recognition of one's own worth is the first step to salvation.

"But I'm a full-fledged fighter, and I intend to die in a right fight and clear myself of my sins."

Rumlow raised his eyes, his eyeballs were a little red.

Maybe maturity is just his rhetoric, the pursuit of strength and the pain of his own weakness are his real thoughts.

"Tariq, let him know what to do first!"

Bulkeso frowned and said.

Even if Rumlow can be treated equally, it doesn't mean that Bulkelso will write off his past practices.

Rumlow himself knows this very well.

Tariq sighed deeply, stepped forward and patted Rumlow's shoulder, and led the painful warrior towards the distance.

Bulkelso took out a Resonance Skull from his backpack and threw it to Talic.

"If you feel ashamed to meet people, use this face to cover your shameful side, and then do what you should do."

Burkesso roared loudly.

This may be an encouragement, which is commendable.

Tariq will not teach Rumlow alone, and Mocott will tell Rumlow why the two ancestors made a guarantee for him at that time.

Then Bull Casso pointed to Matthew on the side.

He wanted to hear Matthew's thoughts next.

The killer monkey sitting cross-legged on Matthew's head pulled Matthew's hair as a reminder.

"I don't know what to say other than being weak."

Matthew smiled wryly.

Facing the real demon, Matthew seemed to have done nothing but fight hard.

He didn't know how to comment on it.

Have a clear understanding of yourself?

This question is too difficult.

Neither Lawyer Murdoch nor Daredevil had a clear understanding of their own power.

After all, a hero who always carries injuries seems to lack some self-knowledge.

Bulkeso looked at Matthew with some dissatisfaction in his eyes, so he looked at Leko generously.

The current Matthew is the soldier led by Lei Ko, and he plans to listen to Lei Ko's opinion on this.

"You're close, but only close."

Leko said so.

She has already determined in her heart that Matthew is not the best candidate to continue the confrontation.

Confrontation has the most brutal damage increase, but its name is called confrontation.

Fighting is not Jorez's means of solving problems, power is only a threat.

For this reason, even Canuck didn't get the legend of confrontation from Leiko.

"I think I'm strong, so I need strength. Bulkelso, I need the power to carry out my will."

Matthew said with a wry smile.

It is not wrong to be weak, because it is wrong to think you are weak and not resist until you are powerless.

Daredevil and Lawyer Murdoch have been fighting to right the wrong.

But after realizing his own weakness again, his pursuit of strength became stronger.

To be honest, Matthew is doing very well.

Violence and adherence to the rules are his trademarks.

It is commendable that he did not lose his precious humanity in his study of law.

And now Matthew has also lost some of his mercy to evil, which pleases Bulkelso.

It's a pity that Lei Kou is not very satisfied with this.

"I think you can..."

"Leiko!"

Lacco was about to say something about her advice to Matthew, but was rudely interrupted by Bulkeso.

The aura on Bulkelso indicated that he would not hesitate to use force to make Reco stop her interference with Matthew's will.

The will is the epitome of the soul and should not be controlled by others.

As for the question of whether it is correct or not, that is left to time.

The right one will always be the stronger one.

As long as you can realize that you are right.

"You want more power?"

Bulkeso looked at Matthew in front of him and said seriously.

After Bulkelso expressed his attitude, Lai Ko chose to keep silent.

Sensibility sometimes interferes with one's judgment, and talking too much is not necessarily a good thing.

These fighters are adults and don't need to be told what to do.

"Yes, stronger power!"

Matthew raised his head and said firmly.

"How strong is it?"

Bulkelso began to carefully examine this blind man who was not favored by him before.

Losing a sense to see the world is not a good thing for a warrior.

Even if it is compensated elsewhere.

"I think my performance is enough to get the same strength as Rorschach at that time."

Matthew looked at Bulkasso in front of him, without the slightest evasion.

Even though he was stared at by Bulkeso's deep eyes, he expressed his request frankly.

"Can."

Bulkeso said so. He took out a round ring from his pocket.

It doesn't look very good.

Especially when the ring appeared in Matthew's perception, the madness made him a little distracted.

"The ring of Nagel is yours."

Bulkeso closed his eyes.

For Matthew, he thought it was a nice prize.

The original Ring of Nagle was the work of a mad wizard imprisoned by mages, summoning a fallen madman every once in a while.

The summoned little thing will explode at the enemy, this attack is based on the wielder's weapon strength, which is powerful enough.

But the most precious thing is not the improvement of immediate combat power, but the effective improvement of the holder's acquisition in battle.

This will shorten the time it takes for Matthew to grow.

For a dreamer, shortening the road he has to walk is the best gift.

Bulkelso took a deep look at Lai Ko.

Lai Ko understood what he meant, and the next thing had to be left to her, the guide.

As for not giving face, that's not a problem.

A mistake is a mistake, and Lei Kou will not mess around with it.

"Bulkelso, I don't like this game."

Maddock pinched his teeth and said.

Although it is understandable that there should be a ceremonial end after this kind of activity, such an approach seems redundant.

Judging a person cannot always be based on a few words.

People change.

"I don't like it either, but someone does!"

Bulkelso was acting a little irritable.

The mountain-splitting ax beside him flickered, as if to show that he liked it very much.

Maddock glanced at the mountain-splitting ax with an ugly expression on his face.

He knows who likes these already.

It could only be that old general Qualkek who loves to lecture on everything.

The old guy who has to give a few words of advice in everything is examining people who have the opportunity to inherit his will and beliefs.

It is not a duty to impose on others.

Instead, choose a guy who is most similar to him.

The legend never ends.

...

"I'm here to give people courage, not to be a mascot to be worshiped."

Anderson and Hill in front of him said so.

There was some impatience in his tone.

There is no doubt about Hill's professional agent quality, but he also showed a side that doesn't have a deep understanding of Chaofan.

Maybe it's all Nick Fury's fault, that guy hides a lot of things too well.

Anderson seemed uncomfortable in the twenty-four-hour café.

He could hear a lot of the news going on about him.

After transforming into an angel, faith also became part of his source of strength.

It's just that it doesn't feel good.

Fulfilling the believers' wishes is the price of exchanging beliefs, but as a subordinate of Imprius, he hates this.

But there is no way to block it.

He had already begun to think about the question of God.

Listen to the prayers of believers every moment, and then select a few not-so-difficult wishes to come true?

If Imprius and the others did the same, there would be no need to do anything else.

"You have to know that believers are the majority in this country. It's just that they believe in different things."

Hill shook a cup of coffee.

The latte art inside was shaken apart.

Hill is a little nervous now.

She was familiar with staying behind the scenes and contributing to peace, but this was a first for a superhero.

Now when she thinks of her previous attire, she only feels a surge of shame.

"I know most of them believe in one thing wholeheartedly, and that's money."

Anderson drank the white water in the glass, stared at Hill in front of him with wide eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense, what do you want me to do!"

Anderson had had enough of the endless nonsense.

Even when he was a priest, he didn't like to hear people say nonsense.

Besides, he would not stay in a place where he could not see the other person's face and listen to others' confession.

He tried it, and the penitent scum was stabbed directly through the throat with a bayonet.

After that, no idler would ask him to listen to other people's confessions.

"As my military support, I need helpers! The current chaos cannot be handled by me alone, nor can you kill it alone!"

Hill became serious and said with burning eyes.

She had no doubts about Anderson's strength.

At least much stronger than her.

"You need the news channel of S.H.I.E.L.D., and I need your power! It's that simple!"

Hill finally showed the courage of the high-level S.H.I.E.L.D.

Anderson pushed his glasses back, the reflections from the lenses clouding his gaze.

"I'll kill you if I think it's necessary."

Anderson said casually.

The holy flame on his body flashed past.

"Of course, I won't stand still."

Hill nodded.

"Pleasant cooperation."

Anderson stood up, and the imitation Solarion appeared in his hand, which directly penetrated the coffee shop owner who was listening.

Under the burning of the holy flame, that strong body turned into flying ashes all over the place.

A ring jumped from the tip of the gun and flew into Anderson's hand.

"The stench of death on your body is choking! Monster!"

Anderson said so.

Turning his head and glanced at Hill, he left the cafe alone.

There is a pure white card on the table, and the flashing holy flame on it constitutes his contact information.

Although it only passed away in a flash, it was enough for Agent Hill to remember.

Shorthand is also one of the training courses for agents.

Anderson walked in the direction where he had just felt the breath of death.

There is the breath of the dead over there.

Even if it wasn't full of evil like some ghouls or zombies he'd encountered, he couldn't let it go.

When it comes to human protection, Anderson is professional.

No one can fault him for his conscientiousness.

Now he has jumped out of the scope of religion, and understands from Imprius and Auriel what it means for God to love the world!

And the direction he was headed to was a two-story hut built next to the blacksmith's shop.

It is home to a family that was finally reunited.

"Alexander Anderson. I kind of understand now what it's like to have friends who can fight."

Hill spoke softly.

He conveniently dialed the number of S.H.I.E.L.D. and gave instructions.

She needs some professional staff to come to this place to deal with the aftermath.

Just like S.H.I.E.L.D. always makes Rorschach be treated as a lunatic, this time there will be a lot of lunatics again.

[I seem to understand the importance of a safe house of my own. 】

Hill sat by the window and looked at the lights outside thinking.

Maybe there will be some unexplained expenses in the funds in SHIELD.

Coulson stood in a corner, silently watching Hill sitting by the window.

He felt a little confused, but this confusion did not last long.

Even though Venerable Skyhammer lacks the original sin, the influence from Diablo will not be easily eliminated!

No matter how noble a person is, he will be afraid and be blinded by fear.

It depends on when they can muster up the courage.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s plan?"

Coulson muttered to himself.

No one around will be able to hear his voice.

Right now he's not making an impact, but it won't be for long.

Fear spreads with guilt, and it's a pity that Coulson's preparations aren't known yet.

Coulson pressed the connection dialed by his earphone.

He had already met Mordoc.

With the support of Pioneer Technology, the high-tech equipment he is wearing now is no worse than what he had in S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Coulson?"

Mordoc's voice came through the earphones.

"Hey, I think our plans need to change. I've met people you wouldn't expect."

Coulson said so.

The frivolous tone made Mordock on the other end burst out the thick veins on his huge head.

The head got bigger, just the speed of thinking got faster.

It doesn't mean that Mordoc's temper will become very good.

"You were an agent before. Could it be that as an agent you can't even make the point?"

Mordoc roared.

Coulson took off the earphones and moved them a little further away from his ears.

"I met Alexander Anderson, I don't think you are unfamiliar with this name?"

Coulson had a puzzled smile on his face.

It was as if he didn't know why he wanted to laugh, but just laughed.

"The priest? I knew that after being stained with the Third Reich, it was like falling into a pigsty. Even if you wash off the pig feces, you still can't get rid of the stench on your body!"

Mordoc continued to curse:

"Tell me, do you want him to die or keep him away?"

asked Mordoc.

In his view, Coulson would contact him because of Anderson at this time, simply because Anderson interfered with their plans.

"I just want to tell you, don't think too much."

Coulson spoke softly.

It's like talking about a shocking secret.

"Get out! Even if I lost in the previous contest, that doesn't mean you are better than me! Fallen believer!"

Mordoc hung up the phone angrily.

Then he watched the researchers under his control bandaging his wounds.

Coulson will not do things that don't make sense, which is something that Mordoc can guarantee with his own extraordinary intelligence.

But at present, he knows too little information, so he can't make effective speculations.

The appearance of Anderson means that there are still people who are pursuing the legacy of the Third Reich.

And Mordock, who appeared next to those guys at that time, would undoubtedly care more.

But unfortunately, Mordoc guessed wrong.

The misleading information given by Coulson made Modoc make a wrong judgment.

4D will be updated tomorrow.

That's all for today, I'll adjust my schedule.

Thank you readers for your support!