Chapter 414 The Silent Visit of the Weeping Angel


Chapter 414 The Silent Visit of the Weeping Angel

“My dear Constantine, I think now is not the time to talk about this.”

Colson’s face was wrinkled Together, they said a little awkwardly.

I raised my eyes and looked at the monitor on the other side. The picture above was the outside of the office.

I don’t know when there were a lot of angel sculptures covering their faces outside.

SHIELD seemed particularly quiet at this time.

It seems that even breathing has become a mistake.

There was a brief silence, but Constantine was the first to break the silence.

"What is that?" Constantine asked with a smile, and there was no sign of any nervousness on his part.

He just stretched out his head and looked outside the office, where there were some such sculptures staying in place.

Neither Nick Fury nor Coulson thought the sculptures were the pranks of bored agents.

Constantine's senses were sharper. He slowly walked to Nick Fury's side and hid his body behind Nick Fury.

Just when everyone focused their attention outside the office, the Weeping Angel on the monitor had moved much closer to the screen.

You can only act without being observed.

This is the Weeping Angel.

By the time Nick Fury turned his attention, there was a gap between the Weeping Angels on the surveillance screen and the real Weeping Angels.

There was a disconnect between the surveillance footage and the situation in the real world, making Nick Fury couldn't help but feel that this was a ridiculous prank.

But all the facilities in this safe house were arranged by him personally, so this is all true!

This is not scientific at all.

“Constantine, tell me, how far are the sculptures outside the office from the office door!?”

He shouted loudly in shock.

This tone is like Nick Fury shouting "Mother Fuck".

That is the panic caused by things going out of control.

"What? About three meters? What did you find?"

Constantine turned his head and looked at Nick Fury.

The conversation between the two attracted Coulson's attention, and danger began to approach again!

This cannot help Coulson not paying attention, because Constantine is a dangerous guy.

No one knows whether this thing will summon something to give Coulson a hard blow.

He has a history of doing this kind of thing.

Calling demons to fight demons, then calling angels to deal with the victors among demons.

This is considered the basic operation of Constantine.

The moment his actions attracted Coulson's attention, the Weeping Angels existing outside the office had already taken action!

Distance is no longer a problem, their movements are invisible.

By the time Coulson noticed these guys, the Weeping Angels had already reached out and grabbed his wrist!

The Weeping Angel's body cannot be damaged by physical attacks.

Even Doctor Who, who exists for knowledge, has no good way to deal with these guys other than creating time paradoxes.

Perhaps it is because of his physical condition that he is unable to use attacks that can effectively cause damage.

But in a general sense, the Weeping Angels are invincible!

Even if Coulson is now a Lord of Skyhammer, he cannot destroy the Weeping Angels on the physical level!

“What is this!?”

Colson twitched his hand, but found that no matter what, he couldn't get his hand out of the sculpture's hand.

The biggest weakness of the Weeping Angels is probably staring at each other.

Colson didn't know this kind of thing.

Even in all the files of S.H.I.E.L.D., there is no record of a guy like the Weeping Angel.

Humans cannot control them and cannot control them.

Breaking the sculptures won't kill them completely.

The profession will be restored, and in the blink of an eye, the Weeping Angel may send the person to the past, or may break the human's neck.

The image of the Weeping Angels seems to be the source of their power, which is inexplicable.

These things are not things that rely on that stone-like body at all!

“Hmm? Why don’t I feel the taste of soul?”

Sweat could be seen on Constantine's face, and his smile became forced.

For Constantine, the emotion of nervousness will still appear.

I wasn’t very nervous in the past because most of the guys I faced were acquaintances, so there was no point in being nervous.

“The images of these guys and their entities exist, but how is this done?”

Nick Fury stared at the Weeping Angels on the monitor in front of him.

He realized something was wrong immediately and stared at the picture on the monitor.

Observation is the way to limit the Weeping Angels, as Nick Fury discovered almost instantly.

But the gradual feeling of weakness in his body began to gnaw at his heart.

This body is dying, and Nick Fury is powerless to stop it.

“Mom Fuck!”

Nick Fury said this.

He fumbled with the remote control on the table in a panic.

He wanted to see if changing the channel would make the image of the Weeping Angels disappear from the monitor.

"No. 11 launched a single attack! Good opportunity!!! The ball was scored!"

The picture of the football match uploaded on the monitor, and the bursts of cheers attracted Constantine's attention. Attracted by force.

But Constantine did not turn his head to look at the monitor, but looked at the Weeping Angel who was holding Coulson's arm.

He still has the tickets he bet on this game in his pocket, so he will inevitably care about the outcome.

"It seems that you just hid the sports program channel. It turns out that you can still relax here."

Constantine said casually.

The beads of sweat on my forehead have become one.

He felt that his soul was also in the process of weakening, and a new soul was slowly being gestated with the help of his body.

This is not the first time he has experienced having a child, but the feeling is different every time.

Mammon is a somewhat noisy child, and the Weeping Angel is like a parasite in his belly, constantly pushing his life towards death.

This feeling is too dangerous.

“Damn it!”

Nick Fury shouted angrily.

American football news such as "No. 4 scored a touchdown! He is the best running back!" has begun to appear on the TV.

But the snarling face of the Weeping Angel is still there.

Very scary.

Now Nick Fury is worried about something else.

For example, will those who are at the stadium see the Weeping Angels because of this scene?

Observing and being observed sometimes go together.

He finally realized that his actions seemed a little careless.

"I really want to feel high-quality fear? Are these things alive? Or do I just think they are alive?"

Colson's tone was very unpleasant.

His body also began to exude a strong aura of fear.

Anyone who can think will feel fear.

And fear will eventually become Diavolo's strength.

The rules of the Weeping Angels cannot escape the prison of fear.

But Coulson began to wonder.

He didn't know if what he was about to do was right or wrong.

A sense of confusion lingered in his mind.

Contact Diavolo and ask Diavolo to turn the Weeping Angel into his subordinates or dependents.

Once such thoughts arise, it will cause waves of heart palpitations to appear in Colson's heart!

That was even more serious than facing the furious Bulcasso.

For Bulkesso does not give way to anger, but conscience does.

Unless you completely lose your conscience.

At this moment, Constantine blinked.

The Sky Hammer on Colson's waist disappeared directly at this point in time!

The target of the Weeping Angels is not Coulson, who has not yet fully understood his status, but the Sky Hammer, which is full of fear and the power of time!

Whether it was the Skyhammer itself made by Kull, the God of Fear, or the power of fear added to it by Diavolo.

For these guys who feed on time, they are more attractive than just Coulson.

The future of mankind is unknown, but for the Weeping Angels, achievements are not important, only the length of time is important.

The unknown past also represents the power of time!

This kind of power is fresh enough and sweeter!

The Sky Hammer was sent to a past known to the Weeping Angels, and at this time Diavolo, who was far away in Asgard, felt that the power in his body began to grow violently!

This kind of enhancement is inexplicable and wonderful!

"Crack!"

Colson broke his wrist directly, and then freed himself from the Weeping Angel's wrist.

His hand subconsciously pulled out a pistol from under his arm. The forehead is covered with sweat!

The connection between the Skyhammer Fallen and him was brutally severed.

At this time, Coulson's mind was in a mess!

But his professionalism as an excellent agent allowed him to find his enemy immediately!

It’s just that the firearms seem to be useless at this time!

"Colson? Welcome back."

Nick Fury used his electronic eyes to observe Coulson's appearance, and roughly understood what happened before.

But at this time I can only say this simply.

If there is no way to survive the Weeping Angels, perhaps Nick Fury can still use other life substitutes to continue acting.

But Coulson and Constantine are dead.

"By the way, are you angels?"

Constantine took out a handkerchief and blew his nose, his eyes still secretly observing the Weeping Angels.

But the spirit has begun to contact Auriel.

Who knows how many races angels are divided into?

Perhaps these Weeping Angels are just angels who were deceived by scumbags. As the original Archangel of Hope, Auriel is better off facing these guys than a little mage like him. A little bit?

...

On the battlefield.

At this time, the Epidemic King has gained a comprehensive advantage.

Although no decent results have been achieved yet, victory seems to be close at hand.

Red Tank Bucky’s armor has become pitted, and broken pieces can be seen everywhere on the ground.

The muscles that were so strong that they didn't look like human beings were trembling. Cytorak wasn't always paying attention to one of his free chess pieces, but it was a bit unusual now.

Bucky has not been a red tank for too long. This is the second time he has fought in his current body.

Coupled with the aura of King Plague that was slightly similar to that of Billie, this idle Lord of the Crimson Universe paid a little attention.

Bucky could feel the dissatisfaction of the boss behind the scenes.

But now he is really powerless.

The strength of a red tank depends largely on the physical quality of its successor.

Bucky's body is not weak, he can survive the transformation of Hydra, and is regarded as the representative of the Winter Soldier.

His physical condition is considered to be very good.

But compared to the two guys who were originally supposed to be red tanks, there is still a slight gap between him and him.

This gap prevented him from releasing all the power of the red tank.

If you really do that, there will only be one result.

That is self-destruction!

The Plague King would make strange shouts from time to time, and those present could not understand what he meant.

But the increasingly violent attitude made those involved in the battle feel a fatal threat!

Rumlow can hardly remember how many times he has used the medicine bottle.

His whole body was sore and weak, his bones were broken countless times, and his muscles also cracked under the force of the collision.

Even the anger seems to have burned out the fuel, and only a trace of residual warmth can be felt.

The soul of Mocott, who has been helping him, is gradually becoming silent.

Without enough anger, even a being like Mocott can only sigh.

Perhaps the living Mokot is not afraid of existences like the Plague King.

If we don't help each other, we'll all die together.

But now he is just a soul. Facing the complete King of Plague, he has already tried his best just to protect Rumlow.

And Rumlow's anger is being constantly drained by him, in order to face the giant arm of the King of Plague that may sweep in at any time.

As for Steve, except for the shield in his hand, there was nothing intact about him.

The regular clothes on his body became tattered, showing his strong body in front of everyone.

It's a pity that everyone present is not interested in this. After all, how can so many ideas come from when life and death are at stake.

Peggy Carter is in pretty good shape.

She is very self-aware and does not become a gap in the battlefield.

She did not overestimate her ability and appear within the attack range of the King of Plague. Her agile body allowed her to avoid the ghost hands on the ground, but she only felt a little uncomfortable under the influence of the poisonous mist.

Coupled with Steve's intentional or unintentional protection, she obviously still has the strength to fight again.

It may also be that the intelligence of the Plague King is not enough to grasp the weaknesses and defeat them. This is the reason for this situation.

On the other hand, Dr. Doom's condition is very bad.

The armor on his body is in dilapidated condition.

After all, in the battle, he not only had to face the pressure brought by King Plague, but also the troublesome Midnight who was hiding in the dark and poking at him.

If Dr. Doom has any thoughts now, it would be a very appropriate description to find the guy who plotted against him and light a sky lantern.

He couldn't use all his strength, and even if he wanted to evacuate, he would be forcibly intercepted in this place by the midnight curse.

This place is America, not his beautiful hometown of La Toville.

He had no obligation to protect his enemy's property, and he had even wanted to slip away.

But once he thought of running away, the curse cast by Midnight would immediately become stronger.

The Plague King will also launch a fierce attack on him as if he is being manipulated.

In such an unfavorable situation, even a strong man like Dr. Doom has become stretched thin.

The most unlucky person is probably Anderson.

The attacks he endured were similar to those endured by Rumlow.

As an angel, when facing a big devil, the urge to crush him to pieces constantly emerges.

Maybe he has Midnight and Barr to thank.

If these two guys hadn't been plotting against Dr. Doom, he might have been waiting for resurrection in the springs of higher heaven.

"Can you defeat each other? I'm almost at the end of my rope!"

Loki almost said this through gritted teeth.

Showing weakness is not a problem, Loki's self-esteem is not strong enough to even care about it.

He even wanted to escape more than once, but for some reason he couldn't take a step forward.

His sense of responsibility continued to sprout in this battle.

He has even covered those guys who looked a little bit annoying many times for this reason.

Agent Hill is standing behind Loki, with the green light ring on his hand constantly constructing a position here to protect Loki.

Wang was leaning on Mike at this time, holding the calf in his arms, breathing hard.

Among the people present, Wang was probably the one who worked the hardest, and could even be described as risking everything.

The devil is obviously an existence from another dimension, and things like the duties of a mage have already made the king red-eyed.

The pitchfork in Mike's hand was full of cracks, and the electric light on the ground became dim.

"If it doesn't work, contact Bulcasso! Don't hold on!"

Loki gritted his teeth and said, his body began to tremble.

The teeth collided together and made a series of rattling sounds.

Like shivering in the cold.

The frost giants are beginning to be hurt by their own winter.

Loki has really reached his limit.

He stood on the boundary between the Supreme Mage and half of the mages.

This is somewhat dangerous.

Although crossing this line does not allow him to replace Ancient Yi, he is finally qualified to stand in front of Ancient Yi.

Just like the Queen Frigga.

Hearing this, Rumlow took out a bottle of wine from his backpack and broke the bottle mouth with some effort on the ruins on the street.

He now doesn't even have the strength to unscrew the lid.

My fingers didn’t obey the command, and they clenched Wu Ming tightly.

It was "impossible" for him to let go of his hands.

“Now I can only hope that bastard Constantine can realize this and contact the other party with the mobile phone he damned didn’t know when he gave it to his ancestors!

But I want to Say, there are no signal base stations from those messy operators on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath! Unless SHIELD places satellites over the Holy Mountain of Harrogath!"

After finishing speaking, Rumlow spoke. He was drinking heavily.

The broken bottle mouth pricked his mouth, and after drinking the wine mixed with blood, Rumlow seemed to have recovered a little and cheered up!

The update of 10,000 words is completed.

Finally, I fulfilled my promise...

It was already past one o'clock when I came back... It really didn't go well...

Today's update is guaranteed to be 6,000 words. After all, I also I don’t know what time it was when I woke up.

I will try my best to have more.

Thanks.

 

 

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