Dark Savages Come To the United States

"What does this have to do with housework?"

Luke was a little curious about Maddock's words.

In his concept, this kind of housework should be apportioned, not all given to one person to do.

It's just that Luke never thought about whether Jessica would do housework.

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

"Winners fight, losers stay at home. That's our habit back then."

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

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

Seriously, hard work is the biggest key to winning when talent isn't drawn away.

Effort is also the only way to discover potential and talent.

It's just that there is indeed a huge gap between the talents of Jessica and Luke now.

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

Olak gave all he could give Jessica except the name of the **** of war.

And that made her and Orak even more similar.

Jessica can now be said to be a very pure bear tribe barbarian, until Luke can't walk a quarter of the way from Maddock's secret realm, he will fall in the talent competition.

And pure wrestling, Jessica and Luke have not tried.

But it probably won't take much time.

None of the barbarians are lazy.

There are a lot of ancestors watching, urging everywhere.

Moreover, there was once a pure snow-capped mountain above the Holy Mountain of Harrogath. Lazily sleeping in bed could easily get arthritis and other diseases, and there was almost no hope of cure.

"Luke, do you want to go to the secret realm with Sonya?" Maddock looked at Luke and said, his words were a little too bland: "That will probably give you enough information quickly, but it is very dangerous. That kind of danger Not the previous war can match."

Luke looked up at the Ziren who was standing aside and dared not move, and gritted his teeth: "What do you think I should use the head of as a dowry? Of course, this fellow Ziren is destined to die in my hands!"

"You idiot!"

Maddock slapped Luke on the forehead, a little irritable.

But his expression was no longer heavy.

It looks like Luke has made a decision that he will go to Uncharted with Sonya. This is enough.

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

I don't expect him to take over everything Maddock, but at least he has to go through half of Maddock's life.

It's hard enough.

"If you can, if you can come back with the head of the epidemic 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 ask Luke to find the **** Cassius.

Maddock has a handle that is enough to make Cassius let go, but this is not too important. If he can be the strongest, the people in this world will not be so bitter.

"A secret realm that has been taken away, you better understand the previous lessons. Figure out what you should do when facing a powerful and difficult enemy." Maddock patted Luke on the shoulder: " This guy, I will help you repair the ground, and when you come back, you can kill him. If you want to double play, I can make him similar to your strength."

Maddock pointed at the purple man, then turned around.

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

It's a growth.

Maddock missed himself so much at this time that it was time for a prophet.

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

Or look at what kind of test that **** Cassius has prepared for, he's also good at Luke doing some preparations in advance or something.

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

"The days when you can still exist are about to end! Even the candles in the wind that you are lingering on are more energetic than you see.

So you'd better think about the question of your last words, you're almost gone! "

Luke pointed to the position of the purple man's nose and shouted.

Then he picked up the husky, took the leg bone of Banar by the way, and walked towards the position where Banar should be.

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

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

He is now a sandbag being stocked, waiting for the day when he will be blown up. And there is no argument at all.

He couldn't be made to scold him when he was beaten.

When the support arrives, she is almost gone.

Before that, you can move a little bit and feel the life that you have never thought about whether it is precious or not.

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

These can make him come alive as a stone sculpture, Ziren is a little too curious.

Who let these guys just say that they want to kill him, but until now, he has not seen anyone who is determined to kill him.

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

Grease dripped onto the fire, making a crackling sound.

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

Hawkeye laughed immediately after asking this question.

It's not something he should worry about, and not even S.H.I.E.L.D. is qualified to say anything on top of it.

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

Very dirty, although very useful, but it does not mean how important he is.

In particular, some of Sonya's special performances made her seem quite trustworthy.

Although the ancestors did not seem to be at ease with her.

"That depends on whose side you are on. Patton."

Natasha smiled charmingly, and her tone seemed casual?

S.H.I.E.L.D. is not without a sense of belonging for them, but that sense of belonging is far worse than the current life.

This feeling is called warmth.

Just as he was chatting, Rorschach opened a portal and appeared not far away.

Rorschach also greeted Natasha and Hawkeye by the way.

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

This made Natasha and Hawkeye take a long breath.

Now it's time to do evaluations again, and it's hard to say how long these evaluations can be kept valid.

After all, change is constantly going on.

It is said that human cells have all been replaced after more than ten years, but it cannot be said that the people who will be more than ten years later are no longer the ones who were more than ten years ago.

Regarding Rorschach, both Natasha and Hawkeye felt troubles.

"I think things like the Rorschach review need to be updated."

Natasha said weakly, while Patton nodded.

Rorschach's unique breath of justice is not difficult to distinguish, after all, justice is difficult to hide.

Naturally, it won't be so focused on the hidden aspect.

So the change in that aura was a little more obvious, and he actually greeted them proactively, which made Natasha and Hawkeye unable to react.

"That seems to be justice."

Natasha said so.

The eagle eye on one side nodded again, completely reduced to a giggling.

And it doesn't even need to say "yes, yes, **** you".

Orongus, who was not far away, had a strange expression on his face.

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

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

Orongus stared at Rorschach as he walked over.

What's up with this tm?

Bulkasso has become a god, so he doesn't need the persona of an archangel?

That's not right!

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

The plan was disrupted, which was definitely not a good thing for Orongus, but it was impossible for him to kill Rorschach forcibly in exchange for Bulkesso's smoother devouring of that justice.

So this is the beginning of a new trouble.

Or find a suitable person now to chat directly with Bourkesso about related issues.

This is outrageous!

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

The Hammer of Judgment recognized his determination, but Rorschach felt a little uneasy about manipulating this legend with his current strength.

Justice is starting to reflect on himself, which is definitely a good thing.

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

This may be something Bourkesso would like to see.

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

Fortunately, Rorschach is now strong and tough enough.

...

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

He had forged a lot of documents, and it was the first time he observed a really valid document.

Very fresh.

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

After all, the fact that Constantine joined S.H.I.E.L.D. was personally agreed by Nick Fury, so he did not encounter any obstacles along the way.

And Anderson was sitting silently on the other side of the bed, the robe on his body made him look a little 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 agency to collect those inexplicable rings.

Although Agent Hill had a green one in his hand, the task Anderson received specified that it should be black and white.

Anderson was terribly stubbornly stubborn for God's orders.

"Dude, are you really religious enough to lose yourself?"

Constantine asked casually, religious people were 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 the reason for his success, but also his charm.

He and Anderson are now arranged to rest here first, because SHIELD is busy dealing with the aftermath of the previous riot.

Although the agents did not necessarily understand the decoration work, they were not idle either.

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

This is the epitome of the poor wage worker, and it hasn't been chosen yet.

Now even the weak Rumlow was called to help, only the two guys Constantine and Anderson looked like they were doing nothing.

"It doesn't matter."

Anderson said so.

Constantine suspected that this guy would not have any change in his expression even if he was given an air needle.

Forget, this is an angel, probably has no such thing as blood vessels.

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

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

"What did your **** teach 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 talker, and you can hang up the call. There is no reason why this contact method cannot be used.

However, if it is to say that the final interpretation right is in the hands of Auriel, this is her method.

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

And now it seems that the person who hangs first has a high probability that Constantine did not run away.

After all, he himself asked Auriel to leave a mark of power on him, which also meant that he wanted to keep this mark and at the same time handed his life into the hands of the other party.

Who knows whether there will be a set of slang and the like when the hope that has always been peaceful is dashed.

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

Although Constantine thought this was unlikely, he had already started to think about how to get rid of Auriel.

With this sign in his hand, he will find someone to see if he can reverse the position of Auriel.

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

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

A spear emerged from Anderson's hand, sticking to Constantine's throat.

The scorching heat scalded Constantine's stubble.

Anderson was still expressionless, very cold. It looked a little different from the high temperature above the spear.

"Che, do you really think I'll be the scum you imagined?" Constantine pushed the spear with his hand, and several blisters were burned on his fingers.

"I will only be more bottomless and more dangerous than you think."

Constantine laughed, took out a ring from his pocket, and tossed it like a juggler.

Looking at Anderson with a mocking expression on his face.

He knew very well that Anderson would not do it.

Because of the mark left by Auriel on Constantine's body, this level of tricks can be concealed from Agent Hill's eyes, but it cannot be concealed from Anderson's perception as an angel.

In front of the angel, Constantine brought the identity of the Auriel camp.

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

"Do you want to wear a ring? I heard that this is the power of death. I wonder if you have any interest in death."

Constantine kept running on Anderson with words, but in fact, he kept taunting Auriel and Impris for not telling everything.

His hand was still on the mark.

Is Anderson collecting these rings because of the so-called peace of the Prius?

Because when Prius was an Archangel, he didn't like meddling at all.

Maybe they made an effort to gain a new authority like Marthael.

Or want to understand the power of death and use it against Malthael?

Anyway, these guys are selfish.

Noble and simple rules do not tell others "what to do".

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

"No, then shut up!"

A flash of holy flame flashed across Anderson's short hair.

A pair of cold eyes stared at Constantine.

Full of threats!

This is a broken defense~www.NovelMTL.com~ Anderson's devotion to faith is definitely far above the level of health care activities that Konstantin likes.

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

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

The tie hung loosely, and the door was pushed open.

Although his words sounded like perfunctory, but it was the truth he felt.

"By the way, if Rumlow comes to me after a rest, tell him that the money he owes me is three-cent interest."

Constantine showed a charming smile and greeted a handsome guy who passed by the door.

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

A rare means of making money, as long as Rumlow can come to him, then he can get a reliable, powerful and profound guy.

Mocot's presence made Constantine almost want to laugh.

Buy one get one free, which is awesome.

"Fuck off!"

Anderson scolded softly.

The body finally fell down.

No man would choose to sleep with his back to him after he knew about Constantine.

Because no normal person likes to feel like there is a guy behind him when he is half asleep.

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

Glittering gold, it was still flowing like lava.

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