Chapter 368 Nick Fury’s desire for control (6,000 guaranteed, more to come)
“Yizur.”
Anderson raised his head and looked at the high-level heaven in the sky The door opened and the angel's name was spoken in a calm tone.
He may be the next Archangel of Justice.
Noble beliefs and a determination that almost never wavers.
It is worthy of trust and deserves praise.
It’s just that the contradiction between courage and justice seems to be passed on to the next generation.
There was a slight conflict between him and Yi Zuer.
Anderson's strength is still insufficient, but as the first subordinate of the Archangel of Courage in countless years, it is probably only a matter of time before he wants to be as powerful as Yi Zuer.
This contradiction is not about strength, but about ideas.
Just like between Imprius and Tyrael.
"What?"
Colson felt uncomfortable all over.
The door to the high-level heaven appeared in people's sight, and the power that always competed with the devil of hell was also affecting the power of Diavolo in his body.
“The gatekeeper of the higher heaven, a guy that a noble person will definitely see after death.”
Anderson explained casually.
He stood the spear in his hand on the ground and looked at where Jin Bin was.
"Kingpin's location is in front? Then you can leave first."
Anderson did not go to see Coulson.
The feeling of walking with Colson is not good at all. Anderson doesn't like the current Colson. The disgust comes from the bottom of his heart.
The power of the Hell Demon will not be hidden from the angels, and this time is no exception.
It’s just that Prius and Auriel seem to have other arrangements.
Anderson chose to walk the rest of the way alone.
"If you want."
The sweat on Colson's forehead has been covered with a layer of sweat and is reflecting light.
SHIELD is going to be busy again.
What is the statement this time?
An experiment by a tech geek?
Coulson doesn't plan to go to SHIELD now. He feels more dangerous there than Anderson in front of him.
It's better to contact other partners a little bit, otherwise all plans will be in vain if this continues.
Not far behind them, Imprius and Auriel slowly walked over.
The sparse crowd did not notice them, or if they did, they would forget about them later.
After all, courage and hope are things that can be seen everywhere, so they are not very noticeable.
When they are remembered and called upon, that is the beginning of trouble.
“Seriously, you’re not going to talk to Bulkesso?”
Auriel's smile seemed to have not changed in a long time.
It’s like that face was born to look like this.
"What did you say? Tell him that wisdom will eventually come? Or is it something that his position represents?"
Because Prius is a little contemptuous of these.
These archangels know very well what the first ancestors of the barbarians were like, but they should not tell Bulcaisuo this.
"He will know, and if he falls, so what? Isn't it Bulkesso that we need all the time?"
The fists of Prius clenched.
Although this was what he had always thought, when he told the truth from his own mouth, he felt waves of chest tightness.
【Human beings are really interesting. 】
Because Prius thinks so.
He placed his fist on his heart.
"Your heartbeat is very fast, I can hear it."
Auriel stretched out her hand and grabbed Imprius's wrist.
The eyes opened, as bright as the sea of stars.
"Human beings are unpredictable, Israel said that at the time."
Auriel raised his eyes and looked at the higher heaven.
There is only one angel up there, Yizuer.
Isreal, probably still staying with that blue figure now.
"Now, we are humans, just different from those Nephalem."
Auriel said this.
Then he slowly took out a brooch and placed it on Imprius' fist.
"The gift I gave you, on the day you became a human, I failed to prepare a gift for you. Now accept this blessing of 'hope' well."
Au Lil's body began to glow softly little by little, like a firefly in the last dark night before dawn.
"What are your plans? What gift do you want to get?"
Prius put away the brooch, and then grabbed Auriel's wrist with his backhand.
Pulling hope into his arms.
Fiery courage never knows how to restrain itself.
“I won’t say.”
Auriel chuckled.
Of course she won’t say it.
Because courage is always fearless.
He will take action because of a sudden thought, and will not notice that the ground he walks on is already full of wounds.
A great idea.
If Auriel turns into the Archangel of Hope at this time, will all the humans present who have seen the high-level heaven transfer their hope from the hero to the god?
An interesting attempt, now she needs someone who is willing to become an angel and is full of hope.
It wasn't right, but she had to do it.
Auriel would be forgiven for being scolded by the barbarians, but the Prius would not.
After all, it was Kanai who owed her!
......
"Well, can I take away some souls to use as casting materials?"
Constantine looked at the wailing souls and said casually.
Even if one arm is missing, he doesn't seem to care much.
As he spoke, he squatted down and used his good hand to pick up the cigarette that had only been smoked from the charcoal on his arm.
Then he raised his head and looked at the guys upstairs.
"Okay, I'm just saying, playing with the soul will not end well, I know it very well."
Constantine saw Nick Fury's face at a glance, so he waved his hand and said.
The stumps on the ground were twisting a little bit, and then completely turned into ashes on the ground.
"Director, I remember that SHIELD has employee protection, right? Do you have any means of regenerating severed limbs?"
Constantine's face was already aroused by pain. His face was covered in cold sweat, but his face was still cynical.
Nick Fury nodded, and then said:
"I feel that these guarantees do not belong to you before your file is entered into SHIELD. Of course I am joking."
A mage who is missing an arm, that is also a mage.
Still deadly.
Maybe for Constantine, it can only be said to make him less fun.
But if you can be complete, who would like the incomplete self?
Constantine took a deep drag on the cigarette, looking like he wanted to put the butt of the cigarette into his mouth and chew it.
It was only then that the shadow of Mocott behind Rumlow slowly dispersed.
Having an ancestor with him provides a lot of security, but it is also a kind of supervision.
"Um, you mean you want to find us?"
Rumlow glanced at the changed Doctor Who above and asked a little doubtfully.
Being out of breath was a sequelae of using excessive strength, but a hammer of ancestors operated by Mocott was enough to bring him a lot of benefits.
For example, anger should be any little trick that does not affect sanity when it is at its peak.
"Yes, I think I might have to meet Bulcasso."
Doctor Who straightened his bow tie and said with a smile.
Human beings with great power are rare beings.
At least Rumlow showed enough power to finish off the Cybermen before they even finished their upgrades.
Doctor Who straightened his body and then looked at Melinda who just walked in.
Melinda took out a marker from her pocket without saying a word, and quickly wrote her resignation on Nick Fury's desk.
Then he left the scene without saying a word.
I can see that she feels very happy now.
But there is no such thing as resignation as an agent.
Resigning means betrayal.
After all, people who work as agents have never heard of anything like signing an employment agreement.
"Melinda, I'll give you a long enough vacation."
Nick Fury's single eye examined the resignation letter on the table, and then spoke unhurriedly.
Melinda is a great talent and knows what she is doing.
Nick Fury chose to give trust.
And of course surveillance.
He has always been like this.
“Get out!”
Melinda finally spoke, speaking vulgarly and extending her middle finger to Nick Fury.
Fortunately, this is not an Italian-style gesture of contempt.
Doctor Who looked at the situation in front of him and smiled.
The accumulation of endless knowledge allowed him to quickly understand what the two people in front of him were performing.
Holiday is just a reason to change to a secret job.
"By the way, do you have an memory erasure machine here? The kind of thing that can delete memories for a period of time by flashing it in the eyes?"
After Doctor Who finished speaking, he turned to Long Muluo nodded slightly, which was a kind greeting at first meeting.
“We are working hard.”
Nick Fury said this.
He would not know that this kind of thing is very easy for Doctor Who to come up with.
Not to mention that in the world of Doctor Who, there is a poor man who has been working for several years and thinks he is his first day on the job.
I hope that organization will pay wages on time.
"I have it, so do you want to make an exchange?"
Doctor Who stated his request.
Still smiling.
Don't even think about mature technology. He will probably come up with a one-time thing to demonstrate, and then give some kind of technology tree that makes it impossible to obtain materials.
Alien technology never makes sense.
"What do you want in exchange?"
Nick Fury looked directly at Doctor Who, wanting to hear the next terms.
Being able to communicate is a good thing.
"I want to be the news channel of your organization. This is considered a help between friends."
Doctor Who blinked his single eye, and then realized that his action was a bit offensive for a one-eyed dragon.
A new and dangerous world, the TARDIS on strike.
The Doctor needs some help.
There are no potato-like Shanta people here who have experienced hundreds of battles and can help him at any time, and there is no unconditional trust in any armed forces.
In addition, the thing that looked like an angel and heaven from any angle appeared in the sky, which gave him a sense of urgency.
That’s why we took the first step to seek cooperation.
"You can ask us for the information you need, but I can't guarantee that the answer will be given."
Nick Fury said this, and then jumped down from the big hole in the office.
Quite classy.
Especially when the leather jacket opens behind him as he falls, maybe Wayne will have some common language with him.
"Nick Fury, Chief, do you have any secrets that you can't tell?"
Rumlow leaned against the wall behind him and took out a bottle from his backpack He poured wine into his mouth.
Alcoholism is not a good thing, and alcohol has no benefits for the human body.
But he gradually fell in love with this feeling.
"When will Steve come back? We need him."
Nick Fury said to Rumlow in front of him. He had no attitude towards Rumlow's teasing. He just took the wine from Rumlow's hand and poured it into his mouth.
It’s just a life substitute. The most you drink is getting drunk. At worst, you can just appear in another body.
Now he is a little thirsty.
"We have just parted. Maybe he needs to finish talking about the good old days with the Winter Soldier?"
Rumlow felt that his body was weak everywhere, and he couldn't lift up any strength.
Vaguely, he seemed to hear a dissatisfied "hum" from Mocott.
This was not an illusion, so he could only weakly twitch the corners of his mouth and reveal a forced smile.
Being constantly cared about by elders is not necessarily a good thing for young people.
"Probably, soon."
Rumlow gave the answer.
They did not know that Bulcaisel became the Immortal King.
Perhaps they won't feel much of a difference after Bulkesso appears in front of them.
Still too weak.
Neither the weak company nor the Holy Mountain can do it proactively.
Perhaps Rumlow will feel it sooner. After all, Mocott's soul needs an uninterrupted connection with the Holy Mountain.
"Weng~"
A soft sound.
A portal opened from the opposite side of Rumlow.
Steve and Bucky walked over with smiles, and then their expressions immediately changed.
Rumlow looked like he had experienced the battle, and Yi Zuer in the sky had not left yet, which made the two of them feel something was wrong.
I immediately became alert.
"Space teleportation? That's great!"
Doctor Who looked at the portal and made a sound of appreciation.
Even if this is not very related to knowledge.
But this can be considered a great achievement.
"What is this? Demons have invaded?"
Steve raised the holy shield in his hand and pointed it at the soul over there who was fading away from the wail. He said with a serious face.
Bucky moved his brand new arms, but he was not used to it.
This prosthetic limb brings together the barbarian's few prosthetic limb manufacturing experiences.
But this thing is very reliable, at least it will not be damaged by external forces.
It’s just that Bucky needs to ask Tony to make a manual control, otherwise the arm can only be smashed like a blunt weapon.
The last young man who used a prosthetic limb made by barbarians became famous.
Called White.
White's prosthetic leg has also been used as a weapon, which can't be helped.
The prosthetic limbs made by barbarians seem to have no other advantages besides being strong.
“A mage and a barbarian destroyed a Lord of Heavenly Hammer, and then the angel from above came. It’s that simple.
But I still like those wings with feathers Angel. At least that’s the kind of existence I’m familiar with.”
Constantine said while holding a cigarette, feeling the pain gradually subside.
The injuries on his arms had started to scab over since Steve showed up.
During his brief study session with Johanna, Steve felt a hint of the power of Silk Law.
The Law of Hope, although it cannot apply blessings on a large scale like Johanna, can accelerate healing without any problem.
"Who is this?"
Steve frowned, watching Yi Zuoer slowly catch Johnny Blaze's soul, and then put the vengeful spirit away " "Send" through the crystal door.
The action is a bit rough.
“I don’t know.”
Rumlow shook his head.
The angel's name is not something he should remember yet, it doesn't seem to matter.
Mocott’s voice came from his head:
"Yizur, Tyrael's most trusted partner. The creator of the legend of Blue Fury."
A little explanation made Rumlow nodded.
"Okay, I have to admit that I lied before. This is Yizuer, a legendary angel."
Hearing this, Steve raised his eyes and looked at Yizuer carefully. .
Yizur is using energy to send Johnny Blaze's body to the other side of the crystal door.
"Higher Heaven? How come it appears in this place?"
Steve was confused.
If Johanna had not told him the news about the higher heaven, he might have been able to accept it better.
The "common sense" that high-level heaven is not a place that can move at any time is broken at this moment.
"Johanna?"
Yizuer said slowly, his figure still standing in front of the gate of heaven.
But the high-level paradise has begun to slowly disappear.
Gaining faith is good for angels, but it is not so pure.
He called out Johanna's name, naturally the idea came to him after seeing the shield in Steve's hand.
The Crusader's heritage includes names.
as always.
And it’s easy to distinguish.
The way of using power and some subtle differences in fighting postures.
This is enough to show the inheritance source of the Crusaders.
“So, you changed your name?”
Constantine shook his head and said.
Throw out the cigarette with only the butt left.
“No, at least not now.”
The angel seems to have nothing.
Just the tragedy still made him shake his head.
Steve glanced at the souls that had finally lost their misery, feeling a little dazed.
After the soul is cleansed and regains its sanity, of course it will realize the tragedy that it is dead.
Fortunately, few of these souls are saints.
At least according to the standards of the Vengeful Spirit, these guys are all guys who deserve to be burned to death.
In the blink of an eye, the place was in chaos.
The spirits screamed, cursed, and began to scatter.
Some faces are ferocious, and some faces are full of sorrow.
Groups are scary and blind, and every independent person will take some things for granted in the group.
That's what these souls are.
"Rumlow, can you still fight?"
Steve said seriously.
Hell in this world is over and death is "crazy".
The soul no longer has a transit point to go to the kingdom of death, and it also loses the attention of death.
Now it seems there is only one place they can go.
Burning Hell!
The Battle of Original Sin is made up of fighting over these guys.
New demons and angels, endless battle.
Human beings are just props.
"Hey~ Of course."
Rumlow couldn't say no, and Mocott was paying attention to him.
So he didn't even think about shirk.
"I ask again, can I take these souls and use them as casting materials?"
Constantine took out a new cigarette and took out the He looked at the crushed lighter.
Then he waved to John Wicker above.
Then a lighter was thrown down.
"Thank you, my 'brother'."
Constantine smiled, and then another ball of flesh appeared on his hand.
Devil's flesh and blood has a strong suppressive power on the soul. Before, he had to pay a lot of danger to get some demon's flesh and blood.
It’s pretty good now, I can pick some up at any time.
As long as you are accompanied by teammates.
"Constantine, the first mission SHIELD gives you is to arrest them."
Nick Fury said seriously.
Studying the soul is something that many scientists have tried.
Now that there are living souls as samples, those guys may be able to gain something different.
"Hey, asshole, haven't my files been entered into SHIELD's database yet?"
Constantine said, shaking his head.
The souls of some "bad guys" have endless uses.
"Now, you have been entered. Operator John Constantine!"
Nick Fury tapped the tablet in his hand and said.
"Okay, as you wish, my leader!"
Constantine bowed with a smile and put one arm on his chest.
"I hope you can help me arrange the surgery to regenerate the amputated limb as soon as possible. After all, I am your only mysterious professional."
Constantine put the demon flesh and blood in his hand He threw it on the ground and wiped it casually with his feet.
When I finished speaking, a simple magic circle was drawn.
Nick Fury frowned.
He originally thought that mystery was a serious and sophisticated subject, but now it seems to be no different from what I was thinking about.
At least the circle drawn by Constantine's foot was not very round.
"Nick Fury, what are you going to do with these souls!?"
Rumlow's voice interrupted Nick Fury's doubts.
Barbarians do not support any means of playing with souls.
Morcott was watching, and that was Rumlow's idea.
Steve pointed his shield at Nick Fury, also showing hostility.
He hadn’t pursued the purple man’s matter before, but now he’s targeting the soul?
This is intolerable!
"Nick Fury, you'd better remember the lesson from before! You have no way of controlling everything in your hands, and your desire to control will only bring danger!"
Steve's voice got a lot louder.
The shield began to glow.
It was like a five-pointed star with two circles in it, reminding Nick Fury.
The captain has changed, he is a crusader.
Bucky took off the prosthetic leg with his good hand and waved it.
As a prosthetic, this hand is kind of terrible.
But as a blunt weapon, this thing is enough to break Nick Fury's head.
There may be people who have no complaints about Nick Fury, but there are still some complaints among those present.
John Wicker took a few steps back, and Doctor Who took a few steps back with his two female companions with a somewhat embarrassed smile.
Doctor Who doesn't have many clothes to change into, or generally only has one set on him. Unfortunately, the clothes have already been washed.
The clothes everyone saw now were the TARDIS' last gift before leaving him temporarily, so that he wouldn't appear to others to be an exhibitionist.
But in fact, only the tie around his neck is real now...
The rest are shadows that have been affected by the optic nerve and retina.
But in the eyes of ghosts, he has nothing to hide.
Of course, human shame has nothing to do with him. He is just an alien who looks somewhat similar to humans.
He was just worried that he still needed to take a shower, which was a bit troublesome.
We agreed on 10,000 words, please allow me a little delay...
But we must do what we say.
After all, this time it was just a simple problem. I was in good spirits and my cold was almost gone.
Don’t wait. If everything goes well, I will send out the next 4,000 words before three o’clock.
Thanks.
(End of this chapter)