Dark Savages Come To the United States

In S.H.I.E.L.D. at this time, the riot has come to an end.

It's just that Nick Fury is not in this place now.

Doctor Who is heading to Harrogath with Nick Fury, but they didn't pass through the portal for a while.

Agent Hill put on that layer of green tights again, showing off his fine figure.

The green ring continuously emitted light, turning into cages one by one to imprison those souls.

"Hill, what's the matter with you?"

Steve slapped a soul to the ground with his shield, holding the guy with one hand.

Evil souls burn like a torch in the hands of the crusaders.

"An accident, maybe I got a relic from some powerful guy."

Hill said casually.

Regarding the matter of the Green Lantern Corps, she had no intention of telling the whole story.

"That Nick Fury guy, can't even wait for this little time? Or is he afraid that I will open the portal to hell?"

Rumlow held his breath and looked around.

Obviously not very happy.

Unfortunately, the matter is not over yet!

A huge body was smashed into the S.H.I.E.L.D. building with a hideous hammer in hand.

"Woohoo! Looks like S.H.I.E.L.D. has to rebuild its own building!"

Constantine was sitting on Nick Fury's chair, holding a small cage in his only remaining hand, and an unknown number of souls were superimposed in the cage.

This guy didn't waste these souls, and spell-casting materials have never been easy to get.

"I can smell the stench of fear on you three streets away! Jin Bin!"

Anderson got out of the big hole he had just smashed.

The spear in his hand pointed at Jin Bin's chest and roared.

"Angel? Am I evil!?"

Jin Bing waved the sky hammer in his hand, and swung it vigorously in the direction of Anderson.

The ring on the finger is also constantly emitting a strong light!

But this light is pointing to Agent Hill who is on the side!

"The gang leader is a nice guy, would you believe that joke, Steve?"

Rumlow leaned on the hammer panting, and said to Steve.

There was some helplessness in his eyes.

Fighting has always been troublesome. Unless you can kill those annoying demons with your eyes closed, fighting is always exhausting.

"It's just a joke, keep fighting."

Steve looked up at Anderson and Jin Bing, feeling a little helpless.

Those who have not dealt with angels much will not understand the difference between angels and humans.

In their seriousness, Anderson, a courageous subordinate, is still trustworthy.

Constantine didn't say a word from now on, just watched the battlefield silently.

He carefully put the souls in his hands into his arms, his face pale.

The impact of the broken arm is very serious, especially since Constantine is just a guy who is slightly stronger than ordinary people.

And his daily routine is very bad.

Outside S.H.I.E.L.D., Imprius and Auriel were still observing the situation here.

Although the courage and hope of being no longer an archangel can detect the movement of justice, they would not expect that after Tyrael abandoned his position as an archangel of justice, his remaining power would be taken away by Izrael.

"Who is your target?"

Imprius asked flatly.

Auriel's thoughts are not easy to guess, but after all, she will not completely hide from Imprius who is with her day and night.

It's just that this question is not easy to answer.

"An angel."

Auriel said so, watching the fierce battle in S.H.I.E.L.D.

As if describing Anderson.

After hearing this answer, Imprius' eyes flickered.

"Have you made up your mind?"

"Bulkelso will protect me for three thousand years."

Auriel said this with a smile.

Unaware that they have lost their personalities, only their strength and essence remain, and they have become the targets of their brothers.

"Three thousand years is too short...he still needs to face Malthael if he wants to succeed."

Imprius hesitated.

He trusted Bulkelso, but he didn't think it would be something that could be done in a short time.

Malthael's memory may still remain in his heart, the idea of ​​power and elusiveness that surpassed the Great Demon God made Imprius not ignore this brother Malthael.

"Masail is very smart, and smart guys will not be firm and unyielding. They always like to find a more convenient way."

Imprius talked a little too much.

But it seems that I don't feel very confident.

The archangels couldn't understand Marsail's thoughts, they could only confirm that as long as that guy took action, that was the moment he thought was closest to success!

Too dangerous!

"Do we have a choice now, Imprius?"

Auriel muttered in a low voice, the streamer on her body shaking uncomfortably.

When hope and courage choose to become human beings, their future has already been pinned on Bulkasso.

Helping Burkasso to become like the God of Creation as soon as possible is the most effective way for them to achieve their goals.

...

"Are we really going to do this?"

Nazebo held the jar in his hand, looking at the severed hand in front of him with some hesitation.

Sonya stood aside and bowed her head in silence.

As the strongest barbarian in this world, she cannot accept this way of awakening the original ancestors.

The ancestor's will only stays on the holy mountain, even if there is a powerful force in this arm, she can have the opportunity to stand in front of Malthael like Rasma.

Sonya still feels conflicted inside.

"We have no choice left!"

Li Min coughed, her body trembling unceasingly.

Vera stood up struggling and began to check his weapons and equipment.

"I reserve my opinion."

Kharazim whispered.

He had a lot of doubts in his heart about the threat of Malsail.

If that archangel wanted to kill them, he wouldn't let them go so easily.

Many of the surrounding partners were seriously injured, but none of them were killed by Malthael.

Maybe it's a conspiracy.

"I don't think the ancestors of the first generation of barbarians can match Burkasso at that time, and I don't even think I will be unable to defeat Malthael!"

Li Min suddenly shouted loudly.

In the previous battles, only Li Min had the power to resist in front of Masail.

But now Malsail is no longer the archangel who only possesses wisdom and death.

All the remaining angels and demons in this world have become his nourishment. Except for those soul snatchers who were carefully cultivated by him, there is no angel left.

And the devil, maybe there is one more.

The common mother of the nephalem, Lilith!

So when Li Min faced Masail, he suffered a heavy blow.

All kinds of powerful forces were bred in that body, and Li Min even felt the smell of human beings from Masail's body!

"Enough! That's it! My will will not lose to Bulkeso!"

Sonya yelled like a growl.

He cut his arm with the dagger beside him, and the blood dripped on the broken arm bit by bit!

Bursts of brilliance of life began to emerge.

All desolation has become vitality, but it is fleeting.

At this moment, Nazeebo walked up to him tremblingly, and dumped the earthen pot in his hand.

The blue viscous liquid followed Sonya's blood and connected her with that arm.

"From now on, the souls of the ancestors will be with you, and your will will guide the power of the ancestors!

Sonya, say the name you want to call, say your declaration, from now on, your souls will be connected!

From now on, your blood is connected! "

Natsubo's hoarse voice came out, and waves of strange fluctuations began to spread around.

"Bulkasso! Protect me!"

Sonya let out a roar!

That arm turned into a puddle of plasma and wrapped around Sonya's body!

The faint blue liquid followed closely, piercing into Sonya's mouth, nose, ears and eyes!

"Another sacrifice!"

Karasim clenched his fists, and the radiance of the mantra under his feet continued to expand!

Sonya chose a different path from Bulkelso!

Bull Casso divides himself and becomes the strongest in the battle!

And Sonya chose to add other existences to herself, using two completely different powers to face a more powerful opponent!

At this time, no one can say for sure the pros and cons of the two.

After all, these two roads are roads that pay first and then get rewarded!

And Malsail, who was fighting Rasma, finally let out bursts of laughter!

"It's so nice to finally do it!"

Malthael's sudden words made Rasma serious.

Only he can know the calculations of the will, and there is no way to spy even the slightest trace of the insignificant fate in front of Malsail that Rathma has mastered.

"I'll delay you until Mother comes!"

The declaration made by Rathma instantly intensified the desolation on the ground!

In the icy permafrost, a strong skeleton climbed out of the ground, carrying the cold air that seemed to freeze the soul!

One of the skeletons appears stronger than the others!

And even more imposing!

"Kanai~ It really surprised me!"

Malthael looked at the skeleton and said.

The sickle in his hand cut Rathma's throat mercilessly, but this Rathma turned into a pool of blood in an instant!

"Rasma, blood is the currency of the soul, when are you going to lick the blood on the ground from my feet like a hyena?"

Malthael didn't care how Rasma reacted to his insult.

Now he is invincible!

"Unfortunately, I am a rich man, and I have the final say on the rights to make my soul currency!

And you, are you still an archangel now?

Or is it that you have become a nephalem that you call 'incomparably despicable'! "

The skeletons around Rathma were wearing armors!

That is the legend of Volusk!

Immortal King Suit!

If there is anyone in this world who can make Volusk willingly present his legend and glory, Kanai is definitely one of them!

How could it be possible for a dead bone without a soul to show the full power of that noble barbarian elder?

And Rathma has her own way!

"My brother! Wake up! If you still treat me as your brother! If you still recognize our common mother!"

Rasma muttered!

Marthael hastened his movements.

The Reaper of Souls in his hand blew towards Rathma's neck with the cold wind that killed everything!

"Bulkasso! My brother!"

Rathma's final roar sounded, and Kanai's skeleton finally moved!

Holding the stone hammer of the Immortal King in his hand, he slammed the Reaper of Souls to the ground!

The mouth with only bones creaked!

"Rasma! You shouldn't have forgotten how I told you!"

The voice of the first ancestors!

The one called the Immortal King, the strongest and unstoppable ancestor!

With the corpse of his best descendant, he came to this world again!

"No accidents! But the souls of the dead can't escape death!"

Malsayer made threats, and his figure turned into a wisp of thin air and flew up.

The Reaper of Souls kept swaying, turning into starlight!

"ha!"

The battle cry of the first ancestors!

There is constant turmoil in this environment!

The ground is constantly cracking!

The lava rushed out of the realm of the dead, and turned the ground into a doomsday scene!

"Masail, we still have a score to settle!"

The gravel hammer was raised high, and the back of the skeleton was trembling constantly!

Death will come, not now!

Behind the skeleton appeared a phantom of an ancestor!

But no ancestor existed more ancient than Bulkelso!

The origin of the savages of this world is standing here!

That phantom is the first ancestor, the oldest immortal king!

The glory in the name of Bull Casso forged himself!

The giant hammer was raised high, and the air began to turbulence!

The power of life mingled with death in this place!

The two kinds of power were fused together and became a blow of complete life authority!

"bring it on!"

Malthael dropped the Reaper of Souls in his hand, and turned into stars from the shadows!

Raising his arms high like giants lifting the sky, he shook Bulkelso's heavy hammer hard!

"Rasma! You do it too!"

The first ancestor roared!

Rathma also became excited with this battle cry!

Brothers work together?

It's been too long since I've experienced this!

Rasma almost forgot about this feeling for a long time!

Bones all over the place poured into Kanai's corpse, and that figure became even bigger in an instant!

Two heavy swords appeared in Bulkelso's phantom, which turned into the Hammer of the Ancestors!

And this skill in the hands of the first generation is called the Hammer of Self!

"coax!"

A bang!

Malthael's figure finally appeared and retreated for the first time in the battle!

The ground turned into nothingness, and traces of blood appeared in the mouth of Rathma, the necromancer!

The robe on Marthael fell off the ground!

Bursts of flesh and blood flew!