Chapter 398 Trouble
“What does this have to do with housework?”
Luke was a little curious about Madoc’s words.
In his concept, this kind of housework should be shared, rather than all being left to one person.
It’s just that Luke never thought about whether Jessica would do the housework.
After all, it is still unknown whether a guy who once drank and lived a sloppy life can do housework.
"Winners fight, losers take care of the family. This was our habit back then."
Madoc obviously didn't want to stay on this topic for too long, which reminded him of some of his past experiences. Beautiful and heartwarming things.
But now he is more worried about whether Luke can catch up with Jessica.
To be honest, hard work is the biggest reliance on victory without widening the gap in talent.
Hard work is also the only way to discover potential and talent.
There is indeed a huge gap in talent between Jessica and Luke now.
After all, the legendary Blade of the God of War contains all of Orak. Even if Jessica who inherited the Blade of the God of War is not strong enough to use the legendary power, she can continue to purify her bloodline from it. .
Olac gave Jessica everything he could except the name of God of War.
And this makes her and Orak even more similar.
Jessica can now be said to be a very pure savage from the Big Bear tribe. Until Luke can't walk a quarter of the way through Madoc's secret realm, he will be at a disadvantage in the competition of talents.
As for pure wrestling, Jessica and Luke have not tried it yet.
But this probably won’t take long.
No one among the barbarians is lazy.
There are a lot of ancestors here who are observing and supervising everywhere.
Moreover, the former Holy Mountain of Harrogas was just a simple snow-capped mountain. It is very easy to get diseases like arthritis if you sleep lazily in bed, and there is almost no hope of cure.
"Luke, do you want to go to the secret realm with Sonya?" Madoc looked at Luke and said, his words were a little too plain: "That will probably allow you to quickly gain enough knowledge, but It's very dangerous. The kind of danger cannot be matched by the previous war."
Luke looked up at Ziren who was standing aside and didn't dare to move, and gritted his teeth: "You think I should use it. What kind of head is used as a betrothal gift? Of course, this guy Ziren is destined to die in my hands!"
"You idiot!"
Madoc slapped Luke. There was some anger on his forehead.
But his expression was no longer heavy.
It seems that Luke has made a decision and he will go to the secret realm with Sonya. That's enough.
Madoc doesn’t hate Luke, so he has enough expectations for Luke.
I don’t expect him to take over everything from Mardoc, but he must go through at least half of Mardoc’s life.
This is hard enough.
"If possible, if you can come back with King Plague's head, he will be happier."
Madoc whispered against Luke's ear.
Cassius won’t like the Plague King’s head, but Madoc does.
When the time comes, Madoc will come up with a generous bride price and ask Luke to find that bastard Cassius.
Mardoc has enough leverage to make Cassius let go, but this is not that important. If he can be the strongest, people in this world will not be so bitter.
"In a secret realm where you are being taken away, you'd better understand the previous lessons. Figure out what you should do when facing a powerful and difficult enemy." Madoc patted Luke on the shoulder: " I will help you repair this guy and kill him when you come back. If you want a doubles match, I can make him as strong as you."
Madoc pointed at the purple man. , and then turned around.
It’s time for Luke to think about what happens next.
This is a kind of growth.
At this time, Madoc missed the time when he was still a prophet.
If he were still a prophet, he would be able to see Luke and Jessica get married.
Or look at what kind of test that bastard Cassius prepared, he also asked Luke to make some preparations in advance.
The little husky was still barking at the purple man, and Luke glanced at the purple man thoughtfully.
"The days you can still exist are about to end! You are now lingering on even the candle in the wind is more energetic than you look at it.
So you'd better think of your last words. problem, you are almost gone!”
Luke pointed at the position of Zirendi's nose and shouted.
Then he picked up the husky, taking Banal's leg bone with him, and walked towards where Banal should be.
Luke felt that he might learn something from Banal, such as the method of using anger that the Tagus tribe was proud of. .
As for the purple man whose life is like a candle in the wind, he was temporarily forgotten.
He is now a free-range sandbag, waiting for the day when he will be blown up. And there is absolutely no way to defend yourself.
You can't let him strongly condemn him when he is being beaten.
When the support arrived, she was almost gone.
Before this, I can still move a little bit and feel the life that I 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, a stone sculpture, come alive. Ziren is a little too curious.
These guys just said they wanted to kill him, but so far, he hasn't seen anyone determined to kill him.
On the other side, Natasha and Hawkeye were surrounding a fire, with pieces of meat hanging on the iron skewers in their hands.
Grease dripped onto the fire, making a crackling sound.
"Natasha, do you think Sonya can be trusted or not? She seems very decent, but the ancestors treat her with caution."
Eagle Eye asked After answering this question, I immediately laughed.
This is not something he should worry about, and even SHIELD is not qualified to say anything on this.
Trust is a matter between people, and most of the time it is an exchange of interests between organizations.
It's quite dirty. Although it is quite useful, it doesn't mean that he is so important.
Especially the special skills Sonya showed made her seem quite trustworthy.
Although the ancestors seemed uneasy about her.
"That depends on whose side you are considering. Barton."
Natasha had a charming smile and her tone seemed casual?
It’s not that SHIELD doesn’t have a sense of belonging for them, but that sense of belonging is a bit far behind their current lives.
This feeling is called warmth.
While he was chattering, Rorschach opened a portal and appeared not far away.
Rorschach also greeted Natasha and Hawkeye by the way.
A little outrageous, at least the previous Rorschach was not so outgoing.
This made Natasha and Hawkeye let out a long breath.
Now we have to do an evaluation again. It’s hard to say how long these evaluations will remain valid.
After all, change is subtle and constant.
It can be said that all human cells have been replaced after more than ten years, but it cannot be said that the person after more than ten years is no longer the same person more than ten years ago.
Concerning Rorschach, both Natasha and Hawkeye felt trouble.
"I think things like Rorschach's evaluation need to be updated."
Natasha said feebly, while Barton nodded on her side.
The unique aura of justice in Rorschach is not difficult to distinguish. After all, justice is difficult to conceal.
Naturally, he won't focus too much on concealment.
So the change in the aura was a bit obvious, and he actually took the initiative to greet them. This kind of thing made Natasha and Hawkeye a little unable to react.
"That seems to be justice."
Natasha said.
Hawkeye on the other side nodded again, completely reduced to a compliment.
And there’s no need to even say, “Yeah, yeah, screw it.”
Olongus, not far away, had an inexplicable expression on his face.
Rorschach became the Archangel of Justice. This kind of thing was not in his and their plans.
【Is Bulkesso crazy? Handed over the identity of the Archangel of Justice to Rorschach? 】
Olongus stared at Rorschach as he walked over.
What's going on with this?
Bulkeso has become a god and does not need this archangel status anymore?
That's not right!
Olongus was a little puzzled, and then he rubbed his eyes and began to think about whether he should have a private meeting with his ancestors to discuss it.
The plan has been disrupted, which is definitely not a good thing for Olongus, but now it is impossible for him to kill Rorschach by force in exchange for Bulkeso swallowing the justice more smoothly.
So this is the beginning of a new trouble. Or find a suitable person to talk directly to Bulkesso about related issues now.
This is outrageous!
Rorschach dragged the Hammer of Judgment in his hand and walked in the direction of Bulcasso's aura.
The Hammer of Judgment recognized his determination, but the current power to control this legend made Rorschach a little worried.
Justice is starting to reflect on himself, which is definitely a good thing.
Rorschach had no intention of hiding along the way, so all the power of the Archangel of Justice had fallen into the eyes of the ancestors.
This may be what Bulkesso wants to see.
After all, justice cannot always hide behind the scenes. Timid justice will become weak and fragile.
Fortunately, Rorschach is now strong and tough enough.
...
In SHIELD, Constantine was lying on the bed in the employee dormitory, holding his new ID in his hand and looking back and forth.
Having forged many documents, this was the first time he observed a truly valid document.
Very fresh.
As for why the certificate came so quickly, it was entirely because Agent Hill sped up the process.
After all, Nick Fury personally agreed to Constantine joining SHIELD, so there were no obstacles along the way.
And Anderson was sitting silently on the bed on the other side, and the robe on his body made him look a little sacred.
Because Prius and Auriel did not take him with them when they left, so for the time being, he chose to stay in SHIELD and use this huge secret service agency to collect those inexplicable rings.
Although Agent Hill had a green one in his hand, the mission Anderson received specified that he wanted a black and white one.
For God’s command, Anderson is stubbornly terrible.
"Brother, are you really so pious that you will lose yourself?"
Constantine asked casually. Religious people were not unfamiliar to him.
After all, this is a guy who has the guts to summon a demon in a church.
The indifference of awe is part of his success and part of his charm.
He and Anderson are now arranged to rest here because SHIELD is busy dealing with the aftermath of the previous riot.
Although the agents may not understand the decoration work, they are not idle either.
As long as you are not dead, you have to continue working.
This is the epitome of the poor migrant workers, and they haven’t chosen yet.
Now even the weak Rumlow has been called to help, and only Constantine and Anderson are doing nothing.
“It doesn’t matter.”
Anderson said this.
Constantine doubted that this guy's expression would change even if he was given an air injection.
Forgot, this is an angel, probably there is no such thing as blood vessels.
It’s just that this is so different from the previous image of the sword-fighting priest. Such a drastic change made Constantine a little confused.
It was just that he had to put his doubts in his heart for the time being.
"What did your god teach you? Did it teach you to love everyone in the world?"
Constantine pressed the sign on his hand and silently contacted Auriel, but there was no reply.
After all, this thing is just a talker, and you can even hang up on the phone. There is no reason why this method of contact cannot work.
But as for the final interpretation, it may be in the hands of Auriel. This is her method.
Although life is like making a phone call, one of the two people will always hang up first.
But now it seems that the person who died first is probably Constantine who didn't run away.
After all, it was he himself who asked Auriel to leave a mark of power on him, which also meant that while he wanted to keep the mark, he also put his own life in the hands of the other party. in hand.
Who knows if hope, which has always been peaceful and peaceful, will come up with a set of slang or something like that when it is shattered.
If Auriel finally joins the Burning Hell camp by shouting something like "It's boring, destroy it", then Constantine will definitely be the first to die.
Although Constantine thinks this is impossible, he has already begun to think about how to get rid of Auriel.
With this sign in his hand, he will find someone to see if he can reversely locate Auriel's position.
If war is really launched, this is a fast track.
"Courage taught me not to show mercy to scum."
A spear appeared in Anderson's hand and was pressed against Constantine's throat.
The blazing heat curled Constantine's stubble.
Anderson remained expressionless and cold. It looked a little inconsistent with the high temperature on the spear.
"Tch, do you really think I will be the scumbag you imagined?" Constantine pushed the spear away with his hand, and several blisters were burned on his fingers.
"I will only have no bottom line and be more dangerous than you think."
Constantine laughed and took out a handful of rings from his pocket, as if juggling The same thing goes on.
Looked at Anderson with a mocking expression on his face.
He knew very well that Anderson would not do anything.
Because Constantine has the mark left by Auriel, this level of trick can be hidden from the eyes of Agent Hill, but it cannot be hidden from the perception of Anderson, who is an angel.
In front of the angel, Constantine took on the identity of Auriel's camp.
This is also something that courage acquiesces to. 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 it is the power of death. I wonder if you have any interest in death."
Constantine kept using words to bully Anderson, but in fact he kept mocking Auriel and Imperius for not telling the whole story.
His hand is still pressing the mark.
Is Anderson really collecting these rings because of the Prius and for the so-called peace and stability?
When Prius was an archangel, he didn’t like to be nosy at all.
Perhaps they are trying hard to gain a new authority like Malthael.
Or do you want to understand the power of death and use it to deal with Malthael?
These guys have selfish motives anyway.
Noble and simple rules do not tell others "what to do".
The rules just exist silently, as if they are no big deal.
“No, then shut up!”
A ball of holy flame flashed over Anderson's short hair.
A pair of cold eyes stared at Constantine.
Full of threats!
This is considered a breach of defense. Anderson's devotion to faith is definitely far greater than the health care activities that Constantine likes.
"I'm going out now. I still have things to do. At least someone must want to see me now."
Constantine jumped out of bed, packed all his belongings, put on the suit with only one hole in it and put on his coat.
The tie was hung loosely, and then the door was pushed open.
Although his words sounded perfunctory, they were the facts he perceived.
"By the way, if Rumlow comes to me after a rest, tell him that the money he owes me is three cents interest."
Constantine showed a charming smile , said hello to a handsome guy walking through the door.
He did not say that these three points were daily interest, and he did not intend to let Rumlow find him for at least ten days.
A rare way to make money, as long as Rumlow can come to him, he can get a trustworthy, powerful and knowledgeable guy.
Mocott's presence made Constantine want to laugh out loud.
Buy one get one free, that’s awesome.
“Get out!”
Anderson cursed under his breath.
The body finally lay down.
No man would choose to sleep with his back to each other after knowing about Constantine.
Because no normal person likes to feel like there is an extra guy behind him in the middle of sleep.
Anderson looked outside the door, then spread his wings of courage.
The golden light was shining, still flowing like lava.
Finished, good morning, go to bed...
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(End of this chapter)