Dark Savages Come To the United States

The fact that Diablo's soul is being consumed is cause for celebration.

But this is destined to not be a simple matter.

If he hadn't been prepared, he wouldn't have said that he would come back.

Just want to come back?

The premise is that the soul has not been completely wiped out!

It would be a lie to say that Diablo didn't expect someone was waiting for him inside the Dark Soulstone before he entered it.

This guy's prep won't be that simple!

"Well, sir, may I have a chance to continue to exist?"

Oneiroi spoke very quietly.

To be able to continue to exist, he does not intend to let himself disappear.

But the situation that Oneiroi faced at this time made him very embarrassed.

He has already felt the strength of Kanai and Jotun Keller, but it is normal for him to be unwilling to let him disappear like this.

"If you're asking whether you can still leave the Dark Soul Stone, then I can't guarantee it.

But if you just want to continue to exist, then I can give an affirmative answer.

Of course, you can continue to exist. "

Bulkelso was communicating with the Oneiroi through the power of dreams.

Bulkelso never lied, at most he just didn't answer.

"Looks like I'm going to be with you for a long time?

It's just that I don't think you will give up the authority that I represent. "

Oneiroi seemed to have a bit of bitterness when he spoke.

Who can say for sure?

Authority is the ticket to power for these guys.

At least it can make the process of gaining strength less difficult.

"I haven't figured out how to use the power of the dream, I can't let everyone in this world enter the dream, right?

In that case, the living will be deprived of even the most basic right to know,

Then no warrior would be born from the crowd. "

Bulkelso was a little puzzled by what the Oneiroi said.

What can the power of dreams do?

Let people usher in the end in a dream?

Or is it bringing endless torture to others?

"That guy's power has a great influence on me, if nothing else, he has already discovered my existence.

The connection between dreams and fear is too close. "

Dream God said helplessly.

He made up his mind to say this only after receiving assurances from Bulkelso.

Although it wasn't the first time he had contact with Bulk Casso, nor was it the first time he knew Bulk Casso.

But it's weird to put your hope on others to protect yourself.

Bulkhasso said it would not let him perish.

Even if erasing his existence is the best way to limit Diablo, Bulkelso will not do it.

Even when the powerful mage Jotun Kul was about to cross the Zudaibao, Bulkelso would stop him.

Promise this kind of thing, people who care about it will never give up.

Guys who don't care don't care at all.

And Bulkelso is obviously the former!

"Affect you? Will you be a demon?

Even if you have such an idea, there will be no such opportunity!

Diablo is losing his grip on Shadowfang!

Now he doesn't have enough power to corrupt you. "

Bulkelso's voice sounded in Oneiroi's heart!

Deafening!

Diablo's soul still has a sublime essence, but so what?

Whose soul is not sublime?

"But I will be part of the fear, and the connection between you and me will be the bridge for him to take the power from you."

Oneiroi was rare to be candid.

It is convenient to be frank when facing barbarians.

These guys don't like complicated things, and the way to solve problems is usually quite simple.

It's just the easiest way. Bulkelso has chosen to give up.

"Then let him come."

Bulkelso put down such a sentence and stopped paying attention to what happened in the dark soul stone.

Diablo doesn't have much chance of winning, being able to hide himself in the Dark Soul Stone is the most likely thing to happen.

But when the power of hope emerged in Kanai's hands, it became extremely difficult for Diablo to achieve his goal.

Now it's time to deal with other problems!

For example, Rorschach's will, and the city under his feet!

The power of lies is spreading, but it is also gathering in small amounts.

It seems that the guy who did this is not a simple lunatic, he must have some far-reaching plans!

...

In S.H.I.E.L.D., Constantine's attitude towards Norman Osborn is much better than Nick Fury's!

If there is any guy in this world who is more like a savior, then any hero is more in line with this identity than Constantine.

But when it comes to who is most likely to save the world, Constantine's name will already be at the forefront.

This guy is too complicated.

"Konstantin, you are not the kind of existence that cannot be killed now, are you?"

Nick Fury threatened Constantine with a shotgun in his hand.

Generally speaking, it is more dangerous for the weak to threaten the "strong", but Constantine never had any awareness of the "strong".

He is used to being weak, and even the way of fighting is more inclined to "the weak defeat the strong".

Even though he now has some strength, this almost instinctive thing still hasn't left his body.

"Huh? Director Nick Fury. If you intend to threaten me to achieve any of your goals, then with all due respect...

It is more convenient for you to pay me directly. "

The smile on Constantine's face was not very good-looking, a bit like a twisted demon.

Maybe he is a devil himself, and he doesn't do most of the things that people should do.

Those who are not in the category of most, it is almost only left to eat, sleep and reproduce.

But even in the area of ​​reproduction, Constantine did not do very well.

"How much do you want?"

Nick Fury tapped the table with the butt of his gun.

A small means of negotiating, declaring one's own sovereignty and the like.

Constantine might be able to understand this thing, but even if he understood it, he wouldn't care.

When "Satan" still exists, it's not like he hasn't dealt with that guy.

"The money I want is not the same as what you can give.

I don't think you want to hear what's going on either.

But you will definitely ask, that's the kind of guy you are.

It's uncomfortable not knowing something you don't know. "

Constantine teases Nick Fury.

And Nick Fury was expressionless.

When did the King of Secret Service care about what other people think of him?

The answer is no.

"Soul, the money I want is soul.

To fulfill one of my... well, not-so-great conjectures. "

Constantine glanced at Norman Osborn while talking.

It's just that the look is a bit like winking.

This guy is unscrupulous, and there is no gender standard when choosing a mate.

It doesn't even matter if the other half is human or not.

"The truth about the power of the nephalem?"

Nick Fury asked a very interesting question.

How do nephalem get stronger through battle?

Nick Fury has learned from others that fighting and killing enemies makes you stronger.

This doesn't sound like a normal way to play.

Maybe that's because they devoured the souls of the ones they slain, and that's achieved by nothing but that bloodline full of rage!

If this is the truth, then it makes sense that the spirits of the ancestors cannot become stronger.

Without a bloodline, even if the soul can still use the power it once possessed, it also loses the channel to absorb the soul.

This conjecture seems interesting.

"Great, I just wanted to try out what soul means to me.

In a word of bragging, I'm the only one who has become a nephalem through my own efforts.

Although the source of power in the body does not seem to be a very popular one, it does not prevent me from exploring strength. "

Constantine seemed to be speaking frankly, but his eyes were still on Norman Osborn.

Obviously this is no longer a hint, but Norman Osborn still doesn't know what Constantine wants from him.

"Also, the soul is definitely not useless for angels and demons,

If ever there was a point where I was caught, even nearly killed.

I thought maybe the angels and demons would let me go because I paid the ransom.

Is it not good to live? "

When Constantine said these words, he kept winking at Norman Osborn.

If his face could be as big as three or four floors, this rhythm could give a "death wink".

It doesn't seem to be a problem to set off a little storm in the blink of an eye.

"Can angels and demons cure my genetic disease?"

Norman Osborn couldn't help but interject.

"Of course, I've never heard of angels and demons having genetic diseases.

It's just that even if there is, it has nothing to do with us.

We don't know anyway. "

Constantine squinted his eyes as he said this, as if smiling.

But Nick Fury felt a deep sense of malice.

Does this guy mean something?

Or was my secret discovered?

Nick Fury started a brainstorming session alone, without any change in his expression.

I have to say that Nick Fury is very smart, or there is no problem with thick skin.

Anyway, this guy is the kind of guy who doesn't care about social death.

"Can you get blood samples from angels and demons?"

Norman asked directly about this and the somewhat dangerous subject.

I have to say that Norman is a very good person, and he found the correct way to deal with Constantine almost in a short period of time.

If you have something to talk about, talk about the reward after you finish talking.

Enough or not, Konstantin will re-quote.

"Well, not every angel bleeds, I don't think it's certain what is coming out of their wounds.

But the devil must have blood, although most of the time it is black, sticky as if it could be directly ignited.

But I'm sure it's blood, at least under a microscope you can see things like red blood cells, although they might have to be called black blood cells? "①

When Constantine spoke, he pointed to Nick Fury intentionally or unintentionally.

Although the movement was very natural, Norman and Nick Fury both understood it.

This action is not hidden at all.

Nick Fury had the urge to change his race for a moment, and his face turned dark.

Well, it goes without saying that his work on demons was definitely exposed.

Guys like Constantine can definitely do things like selling this news for money.

But it's not that serious, after all, it's research, not shivering.

"Then what is the deal between me and you?"

Norman took a deep breath before speaking slowly.

He's pretty much made up his mind.

Nick Fury's complexion became even darker.

He is the chosen director of S.H.I.E.L.D. to be cut off by Constantine?

"Ahem!

Of course, the best purpose of the transaction is a win-win situation.

I need a soul, wait! Don't rush to refuse, I will give you the techniques and solutions to collect souls.

And I will provide you with blood that contains the power of angels and demons at the same time!

How about this condition?

To be honest, there are definitely not many targets in this world who can get this kind of blood.

Especially under the premise that you don't have much power, the one on me is probably the only one you can get. "

Constantine said very calmly.

"Norman, I have here a detailed document on Constantine.

I think you need to take a look.

Working with this guy is a little more dangerous than seeking skin from a tiger. "

Nick Fury knocked on the table, attracting the attention of both parties.

"Haha, of course. It's quite dangerous to cooperate with me.

Because I'm the last guy to die.

My teammates will surely die before me,

How do you say that?

When being chased by a beast, you don't need to run faster than the beast, as long as you are faster than your companions.

It may be selfish.

But I can be the winner after all, can't I? "

Constantine glanced at Nick Fury, and he finally opened his eyes at this time.

The divine light in his eyes made Nick Fury reacquainted with the guy in front of him.

John Constantine is no longer a psychic who can be attacked and knocked unconscious by gangsters, but a self-reliant nephalem!

This is the threat of Hongguoguo!

"It's not enough!

If it's just Nephalem blood, I've got Rumlo and Steve here, especially Steve.

If he knew about Mr. Norman, he would never mind his blood being studied! "

Nick Fury said this, looking like he was fighting for benefits for Norman Osborn.

"Huh? Are you serious? Do you dare to swear with your intact eye that Steve will allow you to study his blood?"

"I swear……"

"Wait, it's useless to just say it. I have a contract here, the technology I learned from the devil. Nick Fury, do you dare to sign your name on it?"

"Can!"

Nick Fury took out a pen out of nowhere, as if I would sign it immediately.

"Wait a minute, I haven't finished my sentence yet.

As for the one about Steve 'absolutely' letting you study his blood.

Of course, 'Steve' refers to the one we all know?

Mr. Steve Rogers, who used to be Captain America, is now a Nephalem, and his career is that of the Crusaders.

His lover is Ms. Peggy Carter, the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D. With all due respect, Ms. Carter is still your immediate boss. "

Constantine stated a series of qualifications.

Well, it should be said to be a supplementary explanation.

After all, if Nick Fury finds a guy named Steve, he can be regarded as finding a loophole in the contract.

Konstantin is a professional at exploiting loopholes, and even the former devils can't beat him.

Things like selling his soul to Sanjia are his famous works.

All the words that Constantine finished speaking were turned into words and appeared on the paper contract, and then Constantine pushed the contract in the direction of Nick Fury.

The pen in Nick Fury's hand broke the nib directly on the table.

"Well, he obviously didn't intend to."

Constantine spread his hands and said to Norman Osborn.

"This contract... Fuck! Why are there thorns!"

Nick Fury reached out to take the contract, and then found that his blood had dripped on it.

Mephisto, who likes to talk business, likes to play tricks, and the blood is much stronger than before...

"I really didn't expect, Nick Fury, you actually dared to sign this contract. I admire you~

mu~ma! "

A blown kiss, complete with Nick Fury's ugly face.

This negotiation cannot be said to be a struggle of brain capacity, but a struggle about the bottom line and guessing the bottom line.

It wasn't until this time that Nick Fury really realized that the guy in front of him was no longer the bastard who could easily be killed before.

"Stunning!"

Norman Osborn let out a long breath!

Is the struggle between old cunts and stinky hooligans the mainstream among these agents?

Norman Osborn began to doubt his ability to be the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

He is not afraid of playing tricks, but he really doesn't have much experience playing lower limit.

① Make complaints about the oil in the wounds in the game