Chapter 420 Sonya and Hope "Chatting"
A portal.
In other words, it is another portal.
When it comes to barbarians, portals are always the first thing to appear.
This technology is so convenient that it is comparable to all kinds of transportation.
In particular, the issues of convenience and cost have allowed this spell to be widely spread in Sanctuary.
Sanya opened the portal and walked out from the other end, holding a mobile phone in her hand and looking a little confused.
Not serious at all, he doesn’t look like he’s here to cause trouble.
It’s just that I can’t say how friendly he is.
Electronics are new gadgets to most barbarians. It's just that the purpose of Sonya's coming here was not to figure out how to operate something like a mobile phone.
She wanted to meet Auriel. In addition to telling Auriel some news, she also had some questions to ask the guys in front of her.
Auriel would not know anything about Malthael, but there was no reason for Auriel to know the things that Sonya had personally experienced.
For example, the spell related to "Our Lady of Grace".
Sanya didn’t believe this kind of thing. Only the necromancer Rathma knew that the archangel knew Lilith’s position well.
But no archangel mentioned this matter.
Sonya was a little angry, so she wanted the truth.
At least it has to be the truth that sounds like the truth.
“Long time no see, how do you feel?”
Sanya greeted Auriel and already took out the mountain-splitting ax in her hand.
This question was not what he wanted to ask, it was just a polite way of saying hello.
It means the same thing as "Have you eaten?"
The ice-cold blade of the mountain-splitting ax revealed an ancient aura, seeming to threaten Oriel in front of her to treat her question carefully.
The cold wind enveloped the office in an instant.
Some whistling wind can be vaguely heard.
The most superficial threat to Sonya is absolutely necessary.
In her eyes, the guys in the high-level paradise were a little dishonest, so Sonya's methods seemed a little extra rough.
But this works great.
“As you can see, it’s pretty good.”
Auriel smiled.
I pulled the ribbon on my hand.
The Weeping Angels were trapped in place by the power of hope, motionless.
Hope is everywhere, so observation also exists every moment.
It is not easy to kill these monsters even if you hope, but when facing Auriel, they have no room to move at all.
Olier showed off his power, subconsciously reminding Sonya of the power gap between the two.
Sanya is not Leiko. The last time they met, Sonya had not yet faced the power of an archangel.
Geniuses also need a process of growth, although for Sonya, this process is not long.
"I have met Malthaelle before, and he probably has contact with Lilith now. Who knows what the current situation will be like."
Sanya He said casually, looking at the mountain-splitting ax in his hand.
The responsibility of Qualkek fell on her, which made her somewhat uncomfortable.
This takes time, doesn’t it?
Auriel's act of promoting force made Sonya feel a little depressed.
It seems that the battle is hopeless again. The Archangel mostly avoids fighting when facing the Nephalem.
Who knows what the mentality is?
Maybe it’s to hide your strength, or maybe it’s just disdain?
Sanya is not very interested in this, she just wants to get an answer from Auriel.
I just don’t know if Auriel will give the answer she hopes for.
"I'm sorry, it's really hard to be happy after hearing such news."
Auriel's hand holding the ribbon used a little strength.
The bodies of the Weeping Angels made of unknown materials made an overwhelming sound.
Fortunately, there haven't been any obvious changes yet, these things are still very strong.
The archangels were a little unclear on what exactly Malthael wanted to do.
Maybe Tyrell can know something. After all, the relationship between justice and wisdom has always been good.
But even Auriel hasn’t seen Tyrell for a while.
She couldn't quite feel things related to Tyrell, and Auriel didn't intend to delve into the reason.
As long as Tyrael doesn't die completely, Auriel doesn't like Tyrael who is more powerful than the standard.
The guy wasn't old-fashioned, but he always acted like he was trying to fool people.
Favor with Tyrell is a consumable. After all, the Archangel of Justice cannot go anywhere without being upright.
"Can I leave? You know I spent this time in fear."
Constantine scratched his hair.
He looked very embarrassed.
Even though Auriel helped him heal the injury of his broken hand, he had no intention of thanking her at all.
After all, Constantine did not kneel down and beg angels to help him heal his body.
Every one of the angels he knew liked to talk about exchange of interests, so his attitude towards Auriel was the same.
Not every human being is trustworthy, let alone these aliens.
“Are you here to fight me?”
Auriel ignored Constantine's words and looked at Sonya with her eyes.
The muscles on Sonya's body were trembling slightly, and she looked like she was excited.
Sanya likes fighting, because fighting can prove her talent in fighting.
Sanya is different from other barbarians, he is an out-and-out genius.
Having strong strength at a young age, weapons have challenged the existence of the highest peak.
For an opponent like the Archangel, he rarely misses a chance to fight.
Auriel has been prepared for this for a long time.
“No.”
Sanya gave a negative answer.
This answer surprised Oriel a little.
"Bulkessor asked for it?"
"It's my idea. After all, a general shouldn't always be dazzled by the desire to fight."
Sanya said this.
She is much calmer than before, imitating old General Qualkek in her words and deeds.
The anger also calmed down and was hidden under the eternal ice. "Then why do you appear in front of me? Do you just want to tell me that Malthael has achieved a phased goal?"
Auriel looked at Sonya with curious eyes and waved her hands gently, as if to ward off flies.
The ribbon tightened little by little with her movements, and scars finally appeared on the Weeping Angel's body.
Constantine walked up to Colson and gestured at Colson's neck.
He was very curious about how those operations that could knock someone out by hitting the neck were done, and he looked eager to try it.
It's not that he hasn't tried before, but after every attempt, he has to use magic to deal with the aftermath.
To be honest, Constantine doesn't like magic very much.
This kind of thing is probably the real purpose for him to express his uniqueness.
"If you want to fight now, please let me take Coulson away some distance first.
Otherwise, our 'weak' bodies will not be able to survive the aftermath of the battle. Come down.”
A rambling narration, full of Constantine's carelessness.
He is not afraid, because there is no cowardice or fear in his soul.
But his hand was already in his pocket, clutching the sandbag that belonged to the Sandman.
This is one of his trump cards. If it is just used to test Nick Fury, the value of this treasure seems too cheap.
Constantine is an expert in the mysterious side and has endless methods.
"By the way, how do you use this thing?"
Sanya smiled crookedly, opened her palm and placed the mobile phone in front of Constantine.
"Just press the button. I remember I gave you the instruction manual last time?"
Constantine waved his hand and smiled brightly.
By the way, Auriel looked at her with deep meaning.
"John, we need more trust, or I will choose someone I am more willing to trust."
Auriel said this, lowering his gaze slightly.
The feeling of being taken advantage of is not good at all, especially the feeling of being taken advantage of by a guy who doesn't look very serious.
Auriel is considering whether she did something wrong in hoping to achieve a certain degree of cooperation with Constantine.
Perhaps Angel Dawson is a better candidate?
"Of course, that is your freedom. But there is no one in this world who is more suitable to do this than me.
Because only I can accurately grasp the scale of dealing with you."
Constantine pointed to the monitor hanging on the wall.
The indifferent and dismissive attitude made Sonya a little unhappy.
“Auriel, you did not reveal your plan to the barbarians.”
Sonya shook her hair, and a trace of anger flashed on the mountain-splitting ax in her hand.
"Correspondingly, the barbarians have not had any communication with me about your plans."
Auriel said tit for tat.
Then she turned her attention to another blank space.
He felt like there was a guy somewhere, full of hope, but rejecting hope.
Complex and somewhat uncomfortable.
The guy just stayed there silently, and it was not easy for Auriel to ask anything.
“After all, the conversation I am talking about is not as good as a battle to show each other’s will, but our battle should not be so casual.”
Sanya’s eyes widened, and she was dead. Look at Auriel in front of you.
She seemed to be ready to fight, but she did not take the lead.
...
On the moon.
Wolverine is looking at the tablet in his hand.
This thing is kindly sponsored by Nick Fury.
After all, Wolverine rarely has a lot of money or technological products.
Logan is an antique, and the things he likes are all slightly older items.
There seems to be no difference between him and those old cowboys in their fifties and sixties when it comes to accepting new things.
"Logan, SHIELD can't do anything to help you now, because the danger we suffer may be slightly more serious than you think."
There is something in Nick Fury's one eye. Flashing.
He believed that to this extent, Logan could basically understand what he meant.
Wolverine is not a simple fool.
Before he lost his memory for the first time, this guy was one of the top high-end combat talents.
Fighters from various schools can easily fight with each other, but the regrown brain seems to have changed him a lot.
"The time you spend talking nonsense is better spent talking about business! I want information about a few people, such as Hulk's location."
Logan casually put the tablet aside. On the table, he said to Nick Fury with a serious face.
His physical condition shows his taboo against Black Bolt!
Logan did not tell Nick Fury the entire truth, and he did not even reveal even one-third of the information.
"The most important thing is, I need the Cosmic Cube."
Logan's eyes were a little sleepy, and the Adamantium alloy spikes on his hands stretched out from between his fingers.
"And the last time I went to that place, it was full of corpses. I don't think you would mind telling me what happened."
Logan was threatening Nick Fury in front of him.
Nick Fury stood there calmly, without any expression.
He knew exactly what the Cosmic Cube was, but he just couldn't show it.
He is not going to agree to Logan's request. Nick Fury believes that Black Bolt has the same attitude.
“Why! What are you planning to do?”
Logan's voice suddenly became impatient, and the steel claw in his hand pointed at Nick Fury.
He felt waves of malice.
This is his talent, the beast's talent for perceiving danger.
Although not as sensitive as Spider-Man, Wolverine's intuition in this area is just as good!
Nick Fury seems to have done something that will be harmful to him.
But he couldn't see the slightest hint of hostility on Nick Fury's face.
Between his intuition and the pictures he saw, he trusted his intuition!
Sorry, I can’t stand it anymore, that’s all for now.
The update of the missing 400 words will be postponed to the next day’s update.
My condition has gotten worse recently and I may need to take a rest.
The sore eyes feel really uncomfortable...
Today’s update can only guarantee more than 4,000 words.
Eight thousand words will be updated tomorrow.
Thank you.
(End of this chapter)