Dark Savages Come To the United States

"What does that have to do with chores?"

Luke was a little curious about Maddock's words.

In his concept, this kind of housework should be apportioned, rather than entrusted to a certain person to do it all.

It's just that Luke didn't think about whether Jessica would do housework at all.

After all, it is still unknown whether a guy who used to drink and live a sloppy life can do housework.

"Winners fight, losers run. That's how we used to be."

Maddock obviously didn't want to stay on this topic for too long, which reminded him of some beautiful and heartwarming things in the past.

But now he is more worried about whether Luke can catch up with Jessica.

Seriously, things like hard work are the biggest thing you can rely on to win without talent being widened.

Effort is also the best choice to discover potential and talent.

It's just that there is indeed a huge gap in talent between Jessica and Luke now.

After all, the legend of the God of War Blade contains all of Aurak. Even if Jessica, who inherited the God of War Blade, is not enough to use the power in the legend, she can still purify her blood from it.

Apart from the name of God of War, Olak gave everything he could give to Jessica.

And this makes her and Orac more similar.

Jessica can now be said to be a very pure barbarian of the Great Bear Tribe. Before Luke can't walk a quarter of the way from Madock's secret realm, he will fall behind in the talent competition.

As for pure wrestling, Jessica and Luke haven't tried it yet.

But it probably won't take much time.

No savage is lazy.

There's a whole bunch of ancestors watching, urging everywhere.

Moreover, there used to be a pure snow-capped mountain above the holy mountain of Harrogas. If you sleep lazily on the bed, you can easily suffer from diseases such as arthritis, and there is almost no hope of healing.

"Luke, do you want to go to the secret realm with Sonya?" Maddock looked at Luke and said, his words were a little too plain: "That will probably allow you to quickly gain enough background, but it is dangerous. That kind of danger It is not comparable to the previous war."

Luke looked up at the purple man who was standing on the side and dared not move, and gritted his teeth: "What do you think I should use the head of something as a bride price? Of course, the purple man is destined to die in my hands!"

"You idiot!"

Maddock slapped Luke on the forehead, a little irritable.

But the expression is no longer heavy.

It looks like Luke has made a decision, and he's going to go to Uncharted with Sonya. This is enough.

Maddock doesn't hate Luke, so he has enough expectations for Luke.

It is not expected that he can take over everything from Maddock, but at least he has to go through half of Maddock's life.

This is tough enough.

"If possible, if you can bring back the head of the plague king, he will be happier."

Maddock pressed against Luke's ear and whispered.

Cassius wouldn't like the Plague King's head, but Maddock did.

At that time, Maddock will come up with a generous dowry and let Luke go find that bastard Cassius.

Maddock has enough handles to make Cassius let go, but it's not that important. If he can be the strongest, people in this world won't be so bitter.

"A secret realm that was taken away, you'd better understand the previous lessons. Find out what you should do when you face a powerful and difficult enemy." Maddock patted Luke on the shoulder: " This guy, I will fix it for you, and you can kill him when you come back. If you want to play doubles, I can make him as strong as you."

Maddock pointed at the purple man, then turned around.

It was time for Luke to think about what happened after that.

This is a kind of growth.

At this time, Maddock really missed the time when he was still a prophet.

If he had been a prophet, he would have seen Luke and Jessica get married.

Or look at what kind of test that bastard Cassius prepared, he's also kind of like Luke to prepare in advance or something.

And the little husky was still barking at the purple man, and Luke glanced at the purple man thoughtfully.

"The days of your existence are coming to an end soon! You are more alive now than you can see.

So you better think about your last words, you're almost gone! "

Luke pointed at the purple man's nose and shouted.

Then he picked up the husky, took along Banal's leg bone along with it, and walked towards where Banal should be.

Luke thought he might learn something from Barnar, such as the way the Targos tribe was proud to use rage. .

As for the purple man whose life was like a candle in the wind, he was temporarily forgotten.

He is now a free-range sandbag, waiting for the day when he will be blown up. And there is no defense at all.

He couldn't be made to strongly condemn him when he was being beaten.

When the cheers arrive, she is almost gone.

Before that, I can still move a little bit, and feel the life that I never thought was precious or not.

A stone body, plus his own flesh and blood and a mouse...

These can bring him back to life as a stone sculpture, and the purple man is a little too curious.

Who made these guys just talk about killing him, but so far, he hasn't seen anyone determined to kill him.

On the other side, Natasha and Hawkeye were sitting around a fire with pieces of meat hanging from the skewers in their hands.

Grease dripped and crackled on the fire.

"Natasha, do you think Sonya can be trusted or not? She looks very decent, but the ancestors treated her with care."

Hawkeye laughed immediately after asking the question.

It's not something he should worry about, and even S.H.I.E.L.D. isn't in a position to say anything about it.

Trust is a matter before people, and most of the time between organizations is an exchange of interests.

It's nasty, and although it's useful, it doesn't mean he's so important.

Especially some of the special features that Sonya has shown make her look quite trustworthy.

Although the ancestors didn't seem to be at ease with her.

"It depends on whose side you are on. Barton."

Natasha smiled charmingly, her tone seemed to be casual?

It's not that S.H.I.E.L.D. has no sense of belonging for them, but that sense of belonging is far worse than the current life.

This feeling is called warmth.

While he was chattering, Rorschach opened a portal and appeared not far away.

Rorschach also greeted Natasha and Hawkeye incidentally.

It's a little outrageous, at least the previous Rorschach was not so extroverted.

This made Natasha and Hawkeye let out a long sigh of relief.

Now it's time to do an evaluation again, and it's hard to say how long these evaluations will be valid.

After all, change is subtle and continuous.

It is said that all the human cells are replaced every ten years, but it cannot be said that the people who will be born more than ten years later will no longer be the same as those ten years ago.

Regarding Rorschach, both Natasha and Hawkeye sensed waves of trouble.

"I think the Rorschach comment or something needs to be updated."

Natasha spoke weakly, while Barton nodded.

It is not difficult to distinguish the unique aura of justice on Luo Xia, after all, it is difficult to hide justice.

Naturally, he will not focus so much on concealment.

So the change in that breath was a bit obvious, and he actually greeted them on his own initiative, which made Natasha and Hawkeye a little overwhelmed.

"That seems like justice."

Natasha said so.

Hawkeye on one side nodded again, completely reduced to a flattery.

And it goes without saying "yes, yes, fuck you".

The expression of Olongus not far away was somewhat inexplicable.

Rorschach became the Archangel of Justice, this kind of thing was not in their plan.

[Bulk Casso is crazy? Hand over the personality of the Archangel of Justice to Rorschach? 】

Olongus stared at Rorschach as he walked past.

What's the situation with this tm?

Bulkelso has already become a god, so he doesn't need the position of an archangel?

That's not right!

Olongus couldn't figure it out, then he rubbed his eyes and began to think about whether to have a private meeting with the ancestors or something to discuss.

The plan was disrupted, which is definitely not a good thing for Olongus, but now he can't forcibly kill Rorschach in exchange for Bulkelso's smoother devouring of justice.

So this is the beginning of a new trouble.

Or find a suitable candidate now and go directly to chat with Bulkeso about related issues.

This is outrageous!

Rorschach dragged the Hammer of Judgment in his hand, and walked all the way towards the direction of Bulkelso's breath.

The Hammer of Judgment recognized his determination, but Rorschach was a little worried about manipulating this legend with the current power.

Justice has begun to reflect on itself, which is definitely a good thing.

Along the way, Rorschach had no intention of hiding, so the power of the Archangel of Justice had all fallen into the eyes of the ancestors.

This may be something that Bulkelso would like to see.

After all, justice cannot always be hidden behind the scenes, and cowardly justice will become powerless and fragile.

Fortunately, Rorschach is strong and tough enough now.

...

In S.H.I.E.L.D., Constantine was lying on the bed in the staff dormitory, flipping through his new ID in his hand.

It was the first time for him to observe the real and valid documents after forging a lot of documents.

Very fresh.

As for why the documents came so quickly, it was entirely because Agent Hill accelerated the process.

After all, Nick Fury personally agreed to Constantine joining S.H.I.E.L.D., so there were no obstacles along the way.

And Anderson was sitting silently cross-legged on the other side of the bed, the robe on his body made him look a bit sacred.

Because Prius and Auriel didn't take him with them when they left, he chose to stay in S.H.I.E.L.D. for the time being, and use this huge secret service agency to collect those inexplicable rings.

Although Agent Hill had a green one in his hand, the mission Anderson received specified black and white.

By God's command, Anderson was stubbornly terrible.

"Dude, are you really devout about losing yourself?"

Constantine asked casually, religious people are not unfamiliar to him.

After all, this is a guy who has the guts to summon demons in the church.

The indifference of awe is part of his success, and part of his charm.

He and Anderson are now arranged to rest here first, because S.H.I.E.L.D. is busy dealing with the aftermath of the previous riots.

Although the agents may not understand the work of decoration, they are not idle.

As long as you don't die, you have to keep working.

This is the epitome of poor workers, and they haven't been selected yet.

Now even the weak Rumlow was called to help, only Constantine and Anderson looked like they had nothing to do.

"It doesn't matter."

Anderson said so.

Constantine suspected that this guy would not change his expression even if he was given an air injection.

Forgot, this is an angel, probably without such things as blood vessels.

It's just that this is too far from the previous image of the gun sword priest. Such a drastic change made Constantine a little puzzled.

It's just that he put his doubts in his heart for the time being.

"What has your god taught you, has it taught you to love everyone in the world?"

Constantine pressed the sign on his hand and contacted Auriel silently, but there was no reply.

After all, this thing is a communicator, and the phone can be hung up. There is no reason why this method of contact cannot be used.

But in terms of the final right of interpretation, it may be in the hands of Auriel, this is her way.

Although life is like making a phone call, one of the two will always hang up first.

But now it seems that the person who hangs up first is likely to be Constantine who didn't run away.

After all, he was the one who asked Auriel to leave a mark of power on him, which also meant that while he wanted to keep this mark, he also put his life in the hands of the other party.

Who knows if the hopes of being kind and friendly will come to a set of slang words when they are shattered.

If Auriel finally joins the camp of Burning Hell shouting something like "It's boring, destroy it", then Constantine will definitely be the first to die.

Although Constantine thinks this is unlikely, he has already begun to conceive how to get rid of Auriel.

As for the sign in his hand, he will find someone to see if he can reverse locate Auriel's position and so on.

If there is a war, this is a fast track.

"Courage taught me not to show mercy to scum."

A spear emerged from Anderson's hand, pressing against Constantine's throat.

The scorching heat scalded Constantine's stubble.

Anderson remained expressionless, very cold. It seems that it doesn't match the high temperature on the spear.

"Tch, do you really think that I will be the scum you imagined?" Constantine pushed the spear away with his hand, and several blisters appeared on his fingers.

"I will only have no bottom line and be more dangerous than you imagine."

Constantine laughed, took out a handful of rings from his pocket, and threw them like juggling.

Looking at Anderson with a mocking expression on his face.

He knew very well that Anderson wouldn't do it.

Because Constantine has the mark left by Auriel on his body, this level of tricks can hide from the eyes of Agent Hill and the others, but it cannot hide from the perception of Anderson, who is an angel.

In front of the angels, Constantine assumed the identity of the Auriel camp.

This is also something that courage acquiesces, unless Constantine is ready to deal with Auriel, otherwise this mark may be carried for a long time.

"Do you want to wear a ring? I heard that it is the power of death. I don't know if you have any interest in death."

Constantine kept teasing Anderson with words, but in fact he kept mocking Auriel and Imprius who didn't tell the whole story.

His hand is still pressing the mark.

Is Anderson collecting these rings because Prius is for the so-called peace and stability?

When Imprius was an archangel, he didn't like being nosy at all.

Maybe they just made an effort to grasp a brand new authority like Malsail.

Or do you want to understand the power of death, and then use it to deal with Malsail?

Anyway, these guys are selfish.

Noble and simple rules don't tell people "what to do".

The rules just exist silently, as if it's no big deal.

"No, then shut up!"

A holy flame flashed across Anderson's short hair for an instant.

A pair of cold eyes stared at Constantine.

Full of threats!

This can be regarded as a breach of defense. Anderson's devotion to faith is definitely far above the level of health care activities that Constantine likes.

"I'm going out now, I have things to do, at least now someone must want to see me."

Konstantin jumped off the bed, packed everything on his body, put on the suit with only one hole, and put on the coat.

Hanging the tie loosely, he pushed open the door.

Although his words sounded perfunctory, they were the facts he perceived.

"By the way, if Rumlow comes to me after resting, tell him that the money he owes me is three percent interest."

Constantine smiled charmingly and greeted a handsome guy who passed by the door.

He didn't say that the three points were daily interest, and at least within ten days, he didn't intend to let Rumlow find him.

A rare means of making money, as long as Rumlow can find him, then he can get a reliable, powerful and well-established buddy.

The presence of Mocott made Constantine want to laugh out loud.

Buy one get one free, which is great.

"Get out!"

Anderson cursed quietly.

The body finally lay down.

No man would choose to sleep with his back to each other after knowing Constantine.

Because no normal person likes the feeling of having an extra guy behind him when he is half asleep.

Anderson looked outside the door, and then spread his wings of courage.

Glittering golden, flowing like lava.

Finished work, good morning, sleep...

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