Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Prince of Asgard, you seem a little lost now?"

A fluttering voice came, with the power to make people feel warm and reassuring.

Loki turned his head and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

A bright forehead appeared in front of him.

Unfortunately, he doesn't know this person.

"what are you?"

Loki's response seemed to be a little slow, his tone was slow like a koala.

You can vaguely hear a little bit of arrogance in it.

As a mage, Loki's brain was undoubtedly damaged.

Thanos would not have any different attitude towards a mage.

"Just call me Coulson, Prince of Asgard."

Coulson's tone was mocking. When the two bewitched guys faced each other, they invariably expressed their contempt for each other.

Of course Thanos would be in awe of all powerful beings, but Coulson, a guy he had never even heard of by name, was not treated like that.

As for Coulson facing Loki.

Although Diablo is very cautious, he will show his arrogance at the right time.

Those who harbor fear will eventually be engulfed by fear.

Just a Loki.

"I sense your malice, so are you planning to fight me?"

Loki grabbed the scepter in his hand and tried his best to show his strength.

It just looks a bit like a creature like "Little Panda" raising its hand, in order to make itself bigger, but it is always thought to be surrendering.

"No no, I just want to see what an uncontrolled person is going to do. By the way, see if you are qualified to be my companion."

Coulson said so.

After being completely freed from original sin, Coulson has enough autonomy.

What's more terrifying is that he sank deeper and deeper into the abyss of fear, making it impossible for people to see his courage.

"You know Asgard, you should know that I am the most difficult one."

Light began to emerge from the scepter that Loki stretched out.

Of course, this is just a scepter that contains some mind gem power.

Thanos, whose goal is to master all the Infinity Stones, will not hand over his treasure to a brainwashed mage.

That's not safe.

"Huh? Isn't Asgard destroyed?"

Coulson said with a smile.

The power used to block all electronic signals was withdrawn little by little.

Then his figure disappeared from Loki's sight.

Loki is an interesting toy, Coulson made the judgment.

He was very curious about how Loki would face the next pursuit of S.H.I.E.L.D.

By the time Coulson found Loki, he had already spent a few dollars and a gun to convince a thug to get on the phone with S.H.I.E.L.D.

And told the other party some information about Loki.

It is normal for Venerable Skyhammer, who is behind Diablo, to know a little more.

Especially when Tyr is also a Skyhammer Venerable.

……

"Okay, compatriots. The celebration of the festival should end by this time."

Burkeseau shouted this while standing on the high platform at the entrance of the Temple of the Elders.

He was holding a mountain-splitting axe in his hand, and this ice-blue axe was shining brightly.

Qualkek did not intend to let everything about him become a thing of the past.

This axe is the gift he left to the young warriors, or his inheritance.

"Come on, I've encountered too many things, I'm tired."

Leko said that, her eyes swept over those young people intentionally or unintentionally.

She also did the same thing as Qualkek, and a legend that could represent her husband was placed there.

Waiting for a guy with enough qualifications to get it.

Confrontation, this is the magic weapon that everyone in the bull tribe wants to get.

The calf who advocates the power of charge is always happy to argue who is the best heir to "confrontation".

It's a pity that that's all in the past, and now I can't even find any warrior who can be called the Bull Tribe.

After all, this made her feel a little lost.

Bourcasso glanced at Leko, his eyes dodging a little.

He didn't want to argue with Raiko.

The woman who ended Jorez's mistake with her own hands was not in a good mood.

And there is no reason to fight, Bourkesso thinks that he does not like it very much.

"Play a fun game where the young warriors evaluate their own battles and then make their wishes to me.

For self-aware warriors, I will give rewards that meet your expectations.

As for the exaggerated warriors, you can look forward to it. "

When he spoke, Bourkesso also deliberately changed the description of recruits, and turned his head to refer to his relatives as soldiers.

The mountain-splitting axe in his hand is shining brightly, and it seems that he chooses his master by feeling.

Who is the one who has the opportunity to inherit Qual-Keek's beliefs, Bourkessel has guessed this point, but still expects a different result.

"I'll come first."

Rumlow stepped out of the crowd, the two-handed hammer hanging on his waist had turned into a long stick.

Although he can also blow the devil's head with just a long stick, it just doesn't look like a barbarian.

This made Burkesso raise his eyes slightly.

"I'm still very weak, I only know this during the battle."

Rumlow clenched his fists tightly when he spoke.

Tariq, who was not far away, gave him a deep look.

Talic was a little worried about the "trouble" he chose.

I'm worried that Rumlow will behave negatively.

After all, many of the people affected by the certificate of shame devalue themselves worthless in the midst of shame.

A clear recognition of one's own worth is the first step in redemption.

"But I'm a full-fledged fighter, and I'm going to die in a proper fight and then wash away my sins."

Rumlow raised his eyes, his eyes were a little red.

Maybe maturity is just his rhetoric, the pursuit of strength and the pain of his weakness are his true thoughts.

"Talik, let him know what to do first!"

Burkeseau said with a frown.

Even if Rumlow can be treated equally, it does not mean that Bourkesso will write off his past practices.

Rumlow himself is very clear about this.

Talic sighed deeply, stepped forward, patted Rumlow on the shoulder, and walked away with the soldier in pain.

Burkessel took out a Skull of Resonance from his backpack and threw it to Tarik.

"If you don't feel ashamed to meet people, just use this face to cover your shameful side, and then do what you need to do."

Burkeseau roared loudly.

This may be an encouragement, which is very valuable.

Tarek would not teach Rumlow alone, Mocot would tell Rumlow why the two ancestors made a guarantee for him at that time.

Then Burkeseau pointed to Matthew on the side.

He next wanted to hear what Matthew thought.

The killer monkey sitting cross-legged on Matthew's head pulled Matthew's hair as a reminder.

"Besides being weak, I don't know what to say."

Matthew smiled wryly.

Facing the real demon, Matthew seems to have done nothing but hard fighting.

He didn't know how to evaluate it.

A clear understanding of yourself?

This question is too difficult.

Neither lawyer Murdoch nor Daredevil had a clear understanding of their own power.

After all, a hero who always carries a wounded body seems to lack a little self-knowledge.

Burkeseau looked at Matthew with dissatisfaction, so he looked at Reko generously.

The current Matthew is a warrior brought by Reko, and he intends to listen to Reko's opinion on this.

"You're still close, but only close."

Raiko said so.

She had already determined in her heart that Matthew was not the best person to inherit the confrontation.

Confrontation has the most brutal damage increase, but its name is called Confrontation.

Fighting is not Jorez's means of solving problems, power is just a threat.

For this reason, even Canuck didn't get the legend of confrontation from Reko's hands.

"I consider myself strong, so I need strength. Burkesso, I need strength that can carry out my will."

Matthew said with a wry smile.

Being weak is not a mistake, because it is a mistake to think that you are weak and do not resist until you are powerless to resist.

Daredevil and lawyer Murdoch have been fighting to right the wrong.

But after realizing his weakness once again, his pursuit of strength became stronger.

To be honest, Matthew did a good job.

Violence and compliance with the rules are his hallmarks.

In the study of law, he did not lose precious humanity, which is commendable.

And now Matthew has lost some of his kindness to evil, which makes Bourkesso happy.

It's a pity that Raiko was not very satisfied with this.

"I think you can..."

"Reko!"

Lecco was about to give some advice to Matthew, but was rudely interrupted by Bourkessel.

The breath on Bourkessel's body indicated that he would use force to get Reko to stop her interference with Matthew's will.

Will is the epitome of the soul and should not be controlled by others.

As for the question of whether it is correct or not, it will be left to time.

The right person is always the stronger one.

As long as you can realize that you are right.

"You want more power?"

Burkeseau looked at Matthew in front of him and said seriously.

After Bourkessel expressed her attitude, Reco chose to keep her mouth shut.

Sensibility sometimes interferes with one's own judgment. Saying too much is not necessarily a good thing.

These warriors are adults and don't need to be told what to do.

"Yes, a more powerful force!"

Matthew raised his head and spoke decisively.

"How powerful is it?"

Burkeseau began to carefully examine the blind man who had not been favored by him before.

Losing a sense of seeing the world is not a good thing for a warrior.

Even if it is compensated elsewhere.

"I think my performance is enough to get the same strength as Rorschach at that time."

Matthew looked at Bourkessel in front of him, without any hesitation.

Even though he was stared at by Bourkesso's deep eyes, he frankly stated his request.

"Can."

Burkeseau said so. He pulled out a round ring from his pocket.

It doesn't look very good.

Especially when this ring appeared in Matthew's perception, the madness made him a little lost.

"The Ring of Nagel is yours."

Burkeseau closed his eyes.

For Matthew, he thought it was a good prize.

The original Ring of Nagle was the work of a mad wizard imprisoned by mages who summoned a depraved madman every once in a while.

The summoned little thing will explode at the enemy, and this attack is based on the strength of the wielder's weapon, which is powerful enough.

But the most precious thing is not the improvement of instant combat power, but the effective improvement of the holder's acquisition in battle.

This will shorten the time it takes for Matthew to grow.

For a dreamer, shortening the path he has to walk is the best gift.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

Bulkasso took a deep look at Reko.

Raiko understood what he meant, and the next thing had to be left to her, the guide.

As for the issue of not giving face, that's not a problem.

Wrong is wrong, and Lecco won't mess around with it.

"Bourkesso, I don't like this game."

Maddock said while rubbing his teeth.

Although it is understandable that this activity should have a ceremonial end, it seems a bit redundant.

When judging a person, you can't draw a conclusion with just a few sentences.

People can change.

"I don't like it either, but some people like it!"

Bourkessel was a little irritable.

The mountain-splitting axe beside him flickered, as if he liked it very much.

Maddock glanced at the mountain-splitting axe with an ugly expression.

He knew who liked these.

It would only be the old general Qualkek, who likes to lecture on everything.

The old guy who has to tell a few words about everything is looking at those who have the opportunity to inherit his will and beliefs.

Not a responsibility imposed on others.

Instead, choose a guy who is most similar to him.

The legend never ends.

……

"I'm here to give people courage, not to be worshipped as a mascot."

Anderson said this to Hill in front of him.

There was some impatient tone in his tone.

There is no doubt about the professional spy literacy shown by Hill, but he also shows the side that he has no in-depth understanding of the extraordinary.

Maybe it's all Nick Fury's fault, that guy hides a lot of things too well.

Anderson seemed a little uncomfortable in this 24-hour coffee shop.

He could hear a lot about him being spread.

After transforming into an angel, faith also became part of his source of strength.

It's just that this feeling is not very good.

Fulfilling the wishes of believers is the price of exchanging beliefs, but as Impris' subordinate, he hates this.

But there is no way to block it.

He was already thinking about God.

Listen to the prayers of believers every moment, and then filter out a few less difficult wishes to come true?

If the Prius and the others did the same, they wouldn't have to do anything else.

"You have to know that believers in this country are the majority. It's just that they believe in different things."

Hill shook with a cup of coffee.

The latte inside was shaken away.

Hill is a little nervous now.

She is familiar with staying behind the scenes and contributing to peace, but this is her first time as a superhero.

Now, when she thinks of her previous dress, she only feels ashamed.

"I know that most of them only believe in one thing wholeheartedly, and that is money." New 81 Chinese website updates the fastest mobile terminal: https:/

Anderson drank the white water in the glass and stared at Hill with wide eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense, what do you want me to do!"

Anderson is fed up with the endless bullshit.

Even when he was a priest, he didn't like to hear people say nonsense.

Besides, he wouldn't stay in a place where he couldn't see each other's face and listen to other people's confession.

He tried it, and the repentant scum was stabbed directly through the throat by a bayonet.

After that, no idler will ask him to listen to other people's confessions.

"As my military support, I need help! The current chaos is not something I can handle alone, nor can you kill it all alone!"

Hill became serious and said with burning eyes.

She has no doubts about Anderson's power.

At least stronger than her.

"You need S.H.I.E.L.D.'s news channel, and I need your strength! It's that simple!"

Hill finally showed the spirit of the top management of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Anderson pushed his glasses, the reflections of the lenses blocked his vision.

"I'll kill you when I think it's necessary."

Anderson said casually.

The holy flame on his body flashed by.

"Of course, I won't stand still."

Hill nodded.

"It's a pleasure to work with."

Anderson stood up, and the imitation Solarion appeared in his hand, directly piercing the coffee shop owner who was listening.

Under the burning of the holy flame, that sturdy body turned into ashes on the ground.

A ring was jumped up by the tip of the gun and flew into Anderson's hands.

"The stench of death on you is just choking! Monster!"

Anderson said so.

Turning his head to look at Hill, he left the cafe alone.

There was a pure white card on the table, and the holy flame on it constituted his contact information.

Although it was only fleeting, it was enough for Agent Hill to remember.

Shorthand is also one of the training courses for agents.

Anderson walked in the direction he had just felt the breath of death.

There is an aura of undead over there.

Even if it wasn't as evil as the ghouls or zombies he had met, he couldn't let it go.

For the protection of human beings, Anderson is professional.

No one can fault his sense of responsibility.

Now he has jumped out of the category of religion, and understands what it means that God loves the world from Impris and Auriel!

And the direction he was heading towards was a two-story hut built next to a blacksmith shop.

There lived a family who had been reunited after a long time.

"Alexander Anderson. I now know what it's like to have some friends who can fight."

Hill said in a low voice.

He dialed the number of S.H.I.E.L.D. and gave an order.

She needs some professional staff to come to this place to deal with the aftermath.

Just as S.H.I.E.L.D. always made Rorschach be regarded as a lunatic, this time there will be a lot of lunatics.

[I seem to understand the importance of having one's own safe house. 】

Hill sat by the window and looked at the lights outside thinking.

Perhaps the funds in S.H.I.E.L.D. will have some unexplained expenses.

Coulson stood in a corner and silently looked at Hill sitting by the window.

He felt a little confused, but the confusion didn't last long.

Even if Venerable Sky Hammer lacks original sin, the influence from Diablo will not be easily eliminated!

No matter how noble people are, they will be afraid, and they will be blinded by fear.

It depends on when they can summon the courage.

"SHIELD's plan?"

Coulson muttered to himself.

No one around could hear his voice.

He hasn't made any impact yet, but it won't be long.

The spread of fear is accompanied by sin. Unfortunately, Coulson's preparations are not known yet.

Coulson pressed the connection he dialed through his earphones.

He has seen Mordock.

With the support of Pioneer Technology, the high-tech equipment on his body is no worse than that in the aftermath of SHIELD.

"Colson?"

Mordock's voice came through the earphones.

"Hey, I think our plans need to change. You can't imagine the people I met before."

Coulson said so.

With a frivolous tone, Mordock on the other end burst out the thick blue veins on his huge head.

The brain got bigger, but the speed of thinking became faster.

It doesn't mean that Mordock's temper will become good.

"You were a special agent before, can't you even speak the key points as a special agent?"

Mordock growled.

Coulson took off the earphones and put them a little further away from his ears.

"I met Alexander Anderson, I don't think you will be unfamiliar with this name, right?"

Coulson had a confused smile on his face.

It's as if he doesn't know why he wants to laugh~www.NovelMTL.com~ but he just laughs.

"That priest? I knew that after getting on the Third Reich, it's like falling into a pigsty. Even if you wash off the pig's feces, you won't be able to wash off the stench!"

Mordock continued to curse:

"Tell me, do you want him to die or keep him away?"

Mordock asked.

In his opinion, Coulson would contact him because of Anderson at this time, simply because Anderson interfered with their plan.

"I just want to tell you, don't think too much."

Coulson whispered.

It was as if he was talking about a shocking secret.

"Fuck off! Even if I lost in the previous contest, that doesn't mean you are better than me! Fallen believer!"

Mordock hung up the phone angrily.

Then he watched the researchers under his control bandaging his wounds.

Coulson will not do meaningless things, which is something that Mordock can guarantee with his extraordinary wisdom.

But at the moment he knows too little information, so he can't make an effective guess.

Anderson's appearance means that someone is still investigating the legacy of the Third Reich.

And Mordock, who appeared beside those guys at that time, would undoubtedly pay more attention.

But unfortunately, Mordock guessed wrong.

The misleading information given by Coulson made Mordock make a wrong judgment.