Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Izual."

Anderson raised his head, looked at the gate of the high-level heaven in the sky, and said the name of the angel in a calm tone.

He may be the next Archangel of Justice.

Lofty convictions and a determination that almost never wavers.

Trustworthy and worthy of praise.

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

There was a slight conflict between him and Izual.

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

This contradiction is not in power, but in ideas.

It's like between Imprius and Tyrell.

"What?"

Coulson felt uncomfortable all over.

The gates of the high-level heaven appeared in people's sight, and the power that had always been competing with the devil king of hell was also affecting the power of Diablo in his body.

"The gatekeeper of the high-level heaven, a fellow who will definitely be seen after a noble person dies."

Anderson explained casually.

He put the spear in his hand on the ground and looked towards where Jin Bin was.

"Jin Bin is in the front? Then you can leave first."

Anderson didn't go to see Coulson.

The feeling of walking with Coulson is not good at all. Anderson doesn't like the current Coulson, and that kind of antipathy comes from the heart.

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 on the next road.

"If you want."

The beads of sweat on Coulson's forehead were already covered, reflecting light.

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

Just what is the saying this time?

A technocratic experiment?

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

It's better to contact other partners a little bit, otherwise all plans will come to naught.

Not far behind them, Imprius walked slowly with Auriel.

The sparse crowd doesn't notice them, or notices and then forgets.

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's when the trouble begins.

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

Auriel's smile seemed unchanged for a long time.

It's as if that face was born this way.

"Say what? Tell him wisdom will come? Is it something that his position represents?"

Imprius was somewhat contemptuous of these.

These archangels are very clear about what the first ancestors of the barbarians were like, but they shouldn't tell Bulkelso.

"He'll know, and if it falls, so what? Isn't Bulkelso all we need?"

Imprius clenched his fist.

Although this was what he had always thought, but when he said the truth from his own mouth at this time, he felt a burst of chest tightness.

[Humans are really interesting. 】

Imprius thought so.

The fist was placed where his heart was.

"Your heart is beating so fast, I can hear it."

Auriel stretched out her hand and grabbed Imprius' wrist.

Those eyes opened, shining like a sea of ​​stars.

"Human beings are elusive, Yzreal said back then."

Auriel looked up at High Heaven.

Now there is only one angel, Izual.

Yzreal is probably still staying with that blue figure right now.

"Now, we're human, just different from those nephalem."

Auriel said so.

Then slowly took out a brooch and put it on Imprius' fist.

"A gift for you. On the day you became a human being, I couldn't prepare a gift for you. Now accept this blessing of 'hope' well."

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

"What are your plans? What gift do you want?"

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

Pulled hope into his arms.

Fiery courage never knows how to restrain itself.

"I can not say."

Auriel chuckled.

Of course she wouldn't say it.

Because courage is always fearless.

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

a great idea.

If Auriel turns into the 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 a being who is willing to be an angel, full of hope.

It wasn't right, but she had to.

Auriel would be forgiven by the barbarian for cursing, but Imprius would not.

After all, Kanai owed her that!

...

"Well, can I take some souls as spell-casting materials?"

Constantine looked at the wailing souls and spoke casually.

Even the loss of an arm didn't seem to bother him much.

As he spoke, he squatted down and used his good hand to pick up the cigarette that had only been smoked from the coke that 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 hands and said.

The stumps on the ground were twisting little by little, and then completely turned into fly ash all over the ground.

"Director, I remember that SHIELD has employee protection, right? Do you have the means to regenerate severed limbs?"

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

Nick Fury nodded, and then said:

"I don't think these guarantees belong to you until your file is in S.H.I.E.L.D. Of course I'm joking."

A mage missing an arm is a mage too.

Still deadly.

Perhaps for Constantine, that can only be said to make him less fun.

It's just that if you can be complete, who would like the incomplete and incomplete self?

Konstantin took a deep drag on the cigarette, looking as if he wanted to put the butt of the cigarette in his mouth and chew it.

It wasn't until this moment that Mocott's phantom behind Rumlow slowly dissipated.

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

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

Rumlow glanced at the doctor who had changed his face above, and asked a little doubtfully.

Panting is the sequelae of using excessive strength, but a Hammer of the Ancestors wielded by Mocott is enough to bring him a lot of benefits.

For example, anger should be any small skill that does not affect the mind when it is at its peak.

"Yeah, I think I might have to meet Bulkelso."

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

Human beings with great power are rare existences.

At least the power shown by Rumlow is almost enough to make a final decision before the Cyberman has completed the upgrade.

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

Without saying a word, Melinda took out a marker pen from her pocket, and quickly wrote down her resignation letter on Nick Fury's rare desk.

Then he left the scene without a word.

You could tell she was feeling better now.

But there is no such thing as a resignation of the agent.

Resignation means betrayal.

After all, people who work as secret agents have never heard of such things as signing an employment agreement.

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

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

Melinda is a great talent and she knows exactly what she's doing.

Nick Fury chose to give a trust.

And of course surveillance.

He always does.

"Get out!"

Melinda finally spoke, speaking vulgar words and stretching out her middle finger to Nick Fury.

Thankfully, it wasn't 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 nothing more than a reason to change to a secret job.

"By the way, do you have any amnestic machines here? It's the kind of thing that can erase memories for a period of time with a flash in the eye?"

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

"We're working on it."

Nick Fury said so.

He wouldn't know that for Doctor Who, this kind of thing is easy to come up with knowledge.

Not to mention that in the world of Doctor Who, there is a poor man who has been working for many years and still thinks he is the first day of work.

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 even think about the mature technology, probably he will take out a one-off gadget to demonstrate, and then give some kind of technology tree where it 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.

It's good to be able to communicate.

"I want, the news channel of your organization, this is the help between friends."

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

A new and dangerous world, the TARDIS on strike.

The Doctor needs some help.

There are no Santars who have experienced many battles and can help him at any time, and there is no unconditional trust in any armed forces.

In addition, the thing that was an angel and heaven from any angle appeared in the sky, which made him feel a sense of urgency.

That's why we took the first step in seeking cooperation.

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

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

Quite stylish.

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

"Nick Fury, Director, do you have any secrets 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 does not do any good to 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 didn't have any attitude towards Rumlow's ridicule, he just took the wine from Rumlow's hand and poured it into his mouth.

A life stand-in is nothing more than a life double. Drinking at most means getting drunk. At worst, it will be fine to show up in another body.

Now he is a little thirsty.

"We just parted ways, maybe he and the Winter Soldier need to finish talking about the good old days?"

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

Vaguely, he seemed to hear Mocott's dissatisfied "hmph".

This is not a hallucination, so he could only pull the corner of his mouth weakly and show a wry smile.

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

"Probably, soon."

Rumlow gave the answer.

They didn't know that Bulkelso became the Immortal King.

Maybe they won't feel much difference after Bulkelso appears in front of them.

Still too weak.

The weak Lian and the Holy Mountain Lian couldn't take the initiative to do it.

Maybe Rumlow will feel it faster, after all, Mocott's soul needs an uninterrupted connection with the Holy Mountain.

"Weng~"

There was a soft sound.

A portal opened across from Rumlow.

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

Rumlow looked like he had experienced the battle, and Izual in the sky hadn't left yet, which made the two of them feel that something was wrong.

He immediately became alert.

"Spatial Teleportation? That's awesome!"

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

Even if this has little to do with knowledge.

But it's also a feat.

"What is this? Demons have invaded?"

Steve raised the crusader's shield in his hand, pointed at the soul that was fading from the wailing over there, and said with a serious face.

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

This prosthetic leg brings together the barbarian's few experience in prosthetics manufacturing.

But this thing is very reliable, at least it will not be damaged by external forces.

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

The last young man to use a prosthetic limb made by a savage was famous.

Called White.

White's prosthetic leg was also used as a weapon, which can't be helped.

Who let the prosthetics made by the barbarians seem to have no other advantages besides being strong.

"A mage and a barbarian work together to eliminate a Skyhammer Venerable, and then the angels from above come. Simple as that.

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

Constantine spoke with a cigarette in his mouth, feeling the pain gradually subside.

The wound on the arm has started to scab over since Steve showed up.

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

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

"Who is this?"

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

The action is a bit rough.

"have no idea."

Rumlow shook his head.

It didn't seem to matter that the angel's name wasn't something he was supposed to remember yet.

Mocott's voice came from inside his head:

"Izual, Tyrael's most trusted partner. Creator of the legend of Azure Rage."

A little explanation made Rumlow nodded.

"Okay, I have to admit that I lied before, this is Izual, a legendary angel."

Hearing this, Steve raised his eyes and took a careful look at Izual.

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

"A high-level paradise? How did it appear in this place?"

Steve was puzzled.

If Johanna hadn't told him about the high heavens, maybe he could have accepted it better.

The "common sense" of the sanctuary that the high heavens are not a place that can move at any time is broken at this moment.

"Johanna?"

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

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

Harvesting faith is good for angels, it's just not so pure.

He called out Johanna's name, naturally the idea came after he saw the shield in Steve's hand.

The Crusader's heritage includes names.

as always.

And it's easy to distinguish.

The way to use power is different from some subtle fighting postures.

This is enough to show the source of inheritance of the crusaders.

"So, you changed your name?"

Constantine shook his head and said.

Throw out the cigarettes with only butts left.

"No, at least not yet."

Angel seems to have nothing.

It's just that the tragedy still makes him shake his head.

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

After the soul is cleansed and regains its sanity, of course it will realize the horror of its own death.

Fortunately, few of these souls are saints.

At least by the standards of Vengeful Spirit, these guys are the ones who should be burned to death.

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

The spirits screamed, cursed, and began to scatter.

Some have hideous faces, while others are full of grief.

Crowds are terrible and blind, and there are certain things that every individual man takes for granted in a crowd.

That's what these souls are.

"Rumlow, can you still fight?"

Steve said seriously.

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

The soul has no transfer station to the kingdom of death, and also loses the attention of death.

Now they seem to have only one place to go.

Burn hell!

What the Battle of Original Sin is made of is fighting over these guys.

New demons and angels, endless battles.

Humans are just props.

"Hey~ Of course you can."

Rumlow couldn't say no, and Mocott was watching him.

So he didn't even think about evading it.

"I'll ask again, can I take these souls as spell-casting materials?"

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

Then he waved to John Wilkey above.

Then a lighter was thrown down.

"Thanks, my 'brother.'"

Constantine smiled, and then another ball of flesh and blood appeared on his hand.

The flesh and blood of the devil has a strong oppressive force on the soul, and before he wanted to get some flesh and blood of the devil, he had to pay a lot of danger.

It's good now, you can pick some up anytime.

As long as you are accompanied by teammates.

"Konstantin, the first mission given to you by S.H.I.E.L.D. is to capture them."

Nick Fury said seriously.

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

But now that they have living souls as samples, those guys may be able to gain something different.

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

Constantine shook his head and said.

Some "bad guy" souls, these can be used endlessly.

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

Nick Fury tapped the tablet in his hand and said.

"Okay, as you wish, my leader!"

Constantine smiled and bowed, with one arm resting on his chest.

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

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

After finishing 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 that it is no different from what I was thinking about.

At least the circles Constantine drew with his feet were not quite round.

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

Rumlow's voice interrupted Nick Fury's doubts.

Savages do not support any means of playing with the soul.

Mocott was watching, and that was what Rumlow thought.

Steve faced Nick Fury with his shield, also showing hostility.

He hadn't pursued the matter of the purple man before, but now he's focusing on the soul again?

This is unbearable!

"Nick Fury, you'd better remember the previous lesson! You can't control everything in your hands, your desire to control will only bring danger!"

Steve's voice got a lot louder.

The shield began to glow.

It was like a five-pointed star, the brilliance surrounded by two circles reminded Nick Fury.

The captain has changed, he is a crusader.

Bucky took the prosthetic off with his good hand and waved it around.

As a prosthetic, this hand is kind of bad.

But as a blunt instrument, this thing is enough to smash Nick Fury's head.

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

John Witkey took a few steps back, and Doctor Who stepped back with his two female companions with a somewhat embarrassed smile.

Doctor Who doesn't have many clothes for washing, or generally only has one set on his body. Unfortunately, the clothes have already been washed.

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

But in fact, the only real thing about him now is the bow tie around his neck...

The others are phantoms after the optic nerve and retina have been affected.

In the eyes of ghosts, 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 human beings.

He's just worried that he still needs to take a shower, which is troublesome.

Say 10,000 words, let me be a little later...

You can do one thing and do what you say.

After all, this time it was just Calvin, he was in good spirits and almost recovered from the cold.

Don't wait, if all goes well, send out the follow-up 4,000 words before three o'clock.

Thanks.