Dark Savages Come To the United States

Not many people knew about this farce that was a bit too fucked up when it happened, and there were not too many traces when it ended.

Except for a child who is currently autistic, not much has changed on the holy mountain.

If you don't count that Kahn is fighting with Tariq.

Anyway, now Luke and Jessica don't know about it.

"Jessica, how powerful are you now?"

Luke said with a gentle smile.

Such an expression is a bit rare for him, because he is not the kind of person who is particularly good at expressing emotions.

But he felt the need to do so now.

Warmth is a little adjustment in a long relationship, and not everyone will be happy with a turbulent relationship.

Maybe a simple and honest man can make Jessica feel relaxed from the bottom of his heart, but a man who will consider each other is the better one.

At least Luke wanted something better for Jessica.

"I don't know, but I seem to be getting stronger all the time."

Jessica raised her fist and looked at it with incredible emotion in her eyes.

Luke's tenderness warmed her heart, but not to an unbelievable degree.

The man simply made her want to laugh, but her disbelief was something else.

Because she couldn't tell whether she was Jessica Jones or a shadow of Olak for a while.

The growing strength in her body made the emotion of "fear" emerge in her heart.

His will is constantly changing towards Aurak, perhaps this is also a trial.

Whether it's a new Aurak or a better Jessica, it's not a bad thing for the barbarian as a whole.

Although she knew very well that Olak had never thought of having a shadow.

The god of war once proudly believed that the barbarian only needed his dedication, and even if he stood on the verge of disappearing, he would not feel any regrets.

Rather than saying this, perhaps Orac hoped that there would be no one similar to him among the barbarians after him.

When the two were talking, the purple man over there was completely broken.

Even the soul was burned to ashes by the anger.

The purple man didn't walk very happily, his body was a bit too hard, and the process of death was endowed with more pain.

Perhaps the purple man would be very willing to greet that blacksmith, Rasuke, perhaps Rasuke hadn't been so concerned when forging weapons.

Complete death is probably the ending he wants most after experiencing so many things, but the process is not very smooth.

The existence of immortality is a kind of torture, but he has not felt ashamed of what he has done during this time.

Here's a pure villain who regrets not so much making a mistake as regretting being caught doing it.

Unrepentant attitude is the most common attitude of these true villains.

To say they are heroes is to belittle the word "heroes". The purple people are just rubbish, not really heroes.

Worse than a cockroach in a trash can.

"I want to meet the ancestor of Kutur, and now is the time."

Luke said so.

He didn't intend to spend too much time on the matter of the purple man, that piece of garbage was already broken into pieces.

Luke hit it with his fist, and of course he borrowed a stone from the holy mountain when he encountered some hard bones.

Although going to the Burning Hell is what he wants to do the most at this time, but he is very clear that going to the Burning Hell is purely courting death.

Doesn't make sense and doesn't generate the slightest value.

It's just that he couldn't wait to give Jessica a home.

Luke can clearly feel that the distance between Jessica and him is getting farther and farther. It is not that the love between each other has become shallower, but that Jessica is constantly moving towards the position of the God of War. , the part belonging to Jessica Jones is constantly being cut.

This made him a little afraid, he was afraid that the person in front of him would become another existence one day, but the other person would not be aware of it.

After all, people cannot fully understand each other. In that case, people are no longer composed of countless individuals, but become a certain part of a whole.

Like an organ.

"Luke, I'm very happy that you can think about me, but you can't just live for others. Whether it is the ancestor of Maddock or me, it will only be part of your life, not the whole."

Jessica looked into Luke's eyes seriously, and said every word.

Two people came together because of similarities, but when they fell in love, it was because they accepted each other's differences.

No one needs to put all of themselves on another person.

Nothing to do with freedom, but personality needs to be independent.

"No, I live for my love."

Luke pressed Jessica's lips to interrupt her.

At this time, there were bursts of good-natured laughter from behind them.

It is definitely an embarrassing thing to be seen when talking to each other. Perhaps the word embarrassment is more suitable for some of these situations?

"What are you going to do with me? Wrestle with me?"

Kurtur's silly smile made people feel uneasy, and his strong arms were wrapped around him, and he couldn't make a gesture of holding his hands.

But he did it anyway, because it was Olak's favorite pose when he was growing up.

Kurtur didn't hide his intentions at all, he was never good at hiding.

Honestly, like a rail car, there are only two standards: forward and backward.

"I wanted to ask if you could relax your standards a little bit. It's not fun getting in the way of Jessica and me after all."

Luke chuckled, said something unmanly at all, and then charged at Kurtur!

The remnant of the legendary Madock emerged in his hand, and the blunt weapon lay in front of him, making him look like a fast-moving semi-trailer.

The ground was trampled by his footsteps except for a series of footprints.

"That's impossible! A standard is a standard."

Kurtur laughed loudly, then puffed up his muscles and stood there, waiting for Luke's charge.

He didn't tell Luke and Jessica that the so-called standards are all in his hands.

As for whether Cassius will be dissatisfied afterwards?

Then let Cassius come and talk to him about standards in person!

"boom!"

The collision happened quite suddenly, and the sound was not small.

But it didn't stir up much dust and the like from the ground.

Because Luke's body was forced to stop in place abruptly, and his feet sank deeply into the ground.

Facing Kurtur's strong body, Luke only slightly made Kurtur tremble.

The gap between the two is still too big.

"It's considered that you have shaken me, and you can get engaged. The rest is a trophy with enough qualifications. I said it! If anyone has an opinion, let him come to me!"

Kurtur immediately relaxed, looking at the skin on his arm that was scratched by the blunt instrument and said in surprise.

In terms of pure strength, there is still a big gap between Luke, but when it comes to fighting, Luke is already considered a mature fighter.

When Kurtur, who was good at wrestling, faced unqualified demons, he wouldn't even scratch his skin.

Luke's growth surprised him a little.

"Of course, that dead man over there is not acceptable. Although that guy can meet the standard, a captive beast is not a trophy."

Kotur's mouth parted into an ugly smile, and he wished the pair of young fighters sincerely.

It's just that his blessing didn't have any auspicious or pleasant words, it was just a silly smile.

"If you have time, you can compete, at least you can decide who will do the housework in the days to come."

Coutur's teasing tone made Jessica a little more human.

At least she blushed a bit.

"Haha~"

Luke let out a dry laugh nervously, he still knew that Kurtur let him go.

"Jessica, I plan to build our new home by myself. It's next to the blacksmith's shop in Bulcasso. The Frank family also lives in that place, and maybe it will become a new community."

Luke spoke to Jessica only after seeing Kurtur turn around and leave.

His voice was not loud, as if he was afraid of being heard by someone again, but he directly held the pair of palms that had become a little rough due to the battle.

The two stood face to face, looking exceptionally harmonious.

"It's fine for you to be the master, but I hope you will do all the housework."

Jessica lightly hammered Luke's chest. This time Luke's body shook violently, but no injuries were left.

Luke also got stronger.

"This is a tradition, but I still hope that we can be more open-minded, and do it separately, or do it together."

Luke laughed so hard he could see his back molars.

The blessings of the ancestors made the young couple more tender in life.

At least now there is no need to think about how to deal with the possible flood of demons and angels.

In the woods not far away, Natasha and Hawkeye were sitting in front of a fire, roasting pieces of meat with some fruits on the side.

Although they heard some movements from Luke's side, they were not in the mood to care about specific matters.

They had some things to discuss. The barbecue on the fire was already a little black, and it looked like they were disgusted.

No one can eat only meat at every meal, with something else.

"When are you going back to S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Natasha asked casually. Although her feelings for S.H.I.E.L.D. were not comparable to the Harrogath Holy Mountain, it was a place that gave her a shelter in the past after all.

To say there is no emotion would be a lie.

But now the main resistance is not the attitude of S.H.I.E.L.D., but Hawkeye in front of him.

"Wait until Nick Fury is really honest with us, or until S.H.I.E.L.D. is united."

Hawkeye said so.

He hadn't planned on doing this, but when he returned home and found his door full of agents, he felt compelled to take a look at his job.

Agents will always be suspected, and he knows it well.

But there are not many people who know where his home is. Natasha in front of him is one of them, and Nick Fury is naturally one of them.

He didn't know what went wrong, but the reality was that his home was being targeted by spies.

Recently, he has been busy stalking the agents who were stalking his family, completing a nesting doll-like operation.

He is the most professional in tracking such things.

At least that's how it is in S.H.I.E.L.D.

If Natasha hadn't said that there was something important at this time when he appeared on the holy mountain, he wouldn't have come here.

"Barton, maybe you misunderstood Nick Fury? Maybe those guys are from another group?"

Natasha said with a headache.

Although she may be the person who knows each other best except Hawkeye's family, she never thought that Hawkeye was really as stubborn as Eagle before.

Boiling an eagle is a technical task, and Natasha does not have this ability.

It would be better to say that Hawkeye has been made by that gentle and considerate woman.

Other than that home, Hawkeye probably doesn't care much about the choices of others.

Among friends and family, Hawkeye obviously pays more attention to his family.

Because home is the place that the eagle who came from the circus yearns for the most, and it is also the place where his softest heart resides.

"Who else could it be? Hydra? The Hydra was cleaned up and down before, and you want to tell me that their heads grew out in such a short time?"

Hawkeye's words were not very polite.

But Natasha knew that Hawkeye in front of her was definitely a good man.

"Maybe it is? Remember those last brigades before? Those guys are inextricably related to Hydra even if they are not Hydra. Who knows if there are similar guys?"

Natasha had a hard time convincing Hawkeye.

She is indeed good at explaining to others, but to some extent she needs to rely on her own unique "charm".

And use that method to treat an old acquaintance? Besides, this old acquaintance has his own family.

Natasha's lower limit is not so low, of course...

"Old acquaintances" is the key part.

The lower limit is actually the least valuable thing for Natasha, who was born in a red house, but S.H.I.E.L.D. gave her a dignity slightly higher than the lower limit.

For this Natasha is grateful to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Small favors and small favors can sometimes be remembered for a lifetime, as long as the timing is just right.

"Have you decided that S.H.I.E.L.D. needs us now? Or is it that Black Widow can't wait to get back to work after this period of vacation?"

Hawkeye's tone was full of sarcasm, and now he almost lost his mind.

Natasha's face changed, and her face turned cold.

Friends can also have conflicts, especially when one of them is angry.

Natasha felt a little offended. When they got along, they hardly called each other by nicknames.

Not even as a joke.

Private spaces call for a more intimate attitude, but there's something wrong with Hawkeye right now.

Natasha took a long breath and calmed down.

Only in front of her friends would she act like a human being.

Good morning, I'm going to sleep.

Maybe I can have breakfast before going to sleep...