Chapter 492 Two Crows
At this time, on the Holy Mountain of Halogas, Nick Fury and Frank Custer were watching this very grand ceremony just from the preparations.
In Nick Fury's eyes, it was obvious that the barbarian was up to something. And it's definitely not going to be a party-like security incident.
But he doesn't want to care about anything now.
This is Harrogath, and Nick Fury is not going to rush in front of the barbarian and shout slogans like "human rights" to try to stop him.
He knew very well that these guys were unstoppable.
Perhaps in Nick Fury's eyes, most events in the world cannot be considered safe, but they are at least controllable. Even if the consequences occur, they are still within the range that the earth can bear.
It's like a study of the Purple Man.
Only this time, it seems different.
Although Nick Fury couldn't explain why, he just knew that this time was different!
But what else can Nick Fury do?
He couldn't find any reason to stop the other party from continuing like this. Could it be that he said something like "your actions endanger world peace"?
This will only make him look incompetent and stupid.
He had already experienced the stubbornness of barbarians, at the cost of almost being directly defeated.
"Frank, do you have anything to say?"
Nick Fury could only turn to his old buddy for help, but such questions were full of pretentiousness in Frank's eyes.
Even a little annoying.
Frank looked up at Nick Fury at a somewhat slow speed: "If you plan to fool me, you'd better cancel your follow-up plans now. Otherwise, I will definitely let you taste the feeling of approaching death. !”
This sentence is full of momentum, and Nick Fury does not doubt the authenticity of this sentence.
He could swear by the gun Frank had aimed at his head!
Frank pulled his child close to him and looked at Nick Fury with wary eyes.
Staying with his children is one of the rare times when Frank can find comfort in his heart.
He is full of hostility towards anyone who wants to break this feeling. Even if it is his old buddy, he will not be too polite.
Hearing Frank say this, Nick Fury looked a little bitter.
The feeling of approaching death?
Nick Fury has felt this kind of thing almost every moment in the past years.
It’s just that he hasn’t figured out how to talk to Frank in front of him yet.
Especially now that Frank has become a weapon in the hands of death.
Death Agent, this title is much cooler than Punisher.
And the power of the representatives is much stronger.
At least, this kind of existence is more competent than Annihilation, the messenger of death who is not worthy of the name.
"Man, if I do anything to you in the future, I hope you can remember one thing, that is, I am trying to save your soul."
Nick Fury said this Frank said with serious eyes.
There was just a little trembling in the voice.
It's not like he's afraid, it's like he's explaining the aftermath.
Frank had never seen Nick Fury like this before, which made him feel a little uneasy.
Nick Fury's current performance has turned the one-eyed man into a different image. He no longer wants to be the guy who can handle everything.
"If you can't tell me your plan now, you'd better tell me what you did after the action, before my bullet pierces your skull!"
Frank's words were full of threats, but he chose to believe the other party.
Who else can the Punisher trust in this world besides the One-Eyed Man?
After all, the two people have a life-long friendship.
Even "life" is not enough to describe their trust in each other.
Mortal or non-human, Frank doesn’t care. As long as it is a human being, there is a possibility of being killed.
So Frank has never been in awe of Nick Fury.
“Only once!”
Nick Fury said firmly, and the seriousness in his one eye made Frank want to laugh a little.
Nick Fury was so serious that Frank was sure it was just a joke.
So his smile just stopped at the "want to laugh" category.
“You mean only once?”
Frank asked with a strange expression on his face, as if his smile was interrupted by pain.
His old friend still chose to believe him, even if only once.
Frank only hopes not to pay too heavy a price this time.
"Only! Once!"
Nick Fury nodded, with an emotion called "relief" on his face.
Then they walked out of the stone house where they were.
He has achieved his purpose of coming to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, and the next thing will have to wait until he returns to S.H.I.E.L.D.
Nick Fury walked in the direction of the Temple of the Elders as if there was no one around, which was the direction away from the Holy Mountain.
You can see some ancestor spirits along the way. They just looked at Nick Fury silently without saying a word.
That kind of performance is enough to make normal people palpitate.
And Nick Fury was indifferent. He doesn't care about any of this, it's just a look.
Unless the eyes of these ancestors could cast a glare that could kill him, there was nothing to care about.
He was no longer interested in what the barbarians planned to do.
Anyway, even if he knew something, he was unable to stop it at this time. It would be more appropriate to focus on the aspects that he has been paying attention to since a long time ago.
Frank stood there, looking at the figure of Nick Fury that had hardly changed over the years, and turned the ring in his hand thoughtfully.
"Jill, I think we can go see the teacher that guy has prepared for you."
Frank rubbed his child's forehead and spoke softly.
Frank was unable to find any news about Wolverine Logan from his memory, but he still chose to believe in the advice of his old friend.
There may be countless idiots in the world who would offend the Punisher, but Nick Fury's name will never be among them.
Because that guy is the guy in the world who knows best how much damage the name Punisher can bring.
Say he is an ordinary person?
That was just before he put on the ring!
Frank felt that the cold-resistant power in the ring was becoming stronger little by little, and the powerful Frank himself became a little afraid of this power.
He seemed to feel a little bit like Nick Fury.
Death is approaching all the time!
This is true for any life.
"Father, do you need me to do anything for you?"
Gill said this, and his words made Frank's face become a little stiff.
Gill is no longer a child with no fighting ability, he and Nick Fury have been tested.
The destructive power was a bit beyond their imagination.
It is no exaggeration to say that Gil now really has the ability to help Frank, but he may not be ready to become a warrior yet.
"I need you not to mention it to your mother. I taught you about hunting."
Frank softened the expression on his face and said softly.
......
In New Asgard, Thor and his sister were patrolling the territory bit by bit.
Although compared to the original Asgard, the size of this land is somewhat insignificant.
It's not even a prosperous town. But now, Asgardians don't need such a huge living area.
They are just the inheritors of the name Asgard, just a group of homeless exiles who have settled in this land.
Deep in their hearts, these surviving Asgardians have actually accepted the fact that they are being protected by others.
They are no longer the guardians of the Nine Realms, they are just a group of wanderers who have found a place to live.
Thor was walking slowly, Mjolnir in his hand constantly trying to lean on the hammer in his other hand.
He just smiled in relief, his hammer "brother" was still more favored by Mjolnir than he was.
But he was relieved long ago.
Because he is the new king of Asgard and shoulders the expectations of his people.
And the power awakened in his body gave him more confidence to face the guys in this world.
Odin's divine power continued to grow stronger in his body, and he could feel it.
And the bloodline belonging to Nephalem allows his body to withstand this kind of power better than Odin himself.
At least, Thor can't see the day when he needs to use "sleep" to extend his life.
"Sister, what are we missing now?"
Thor looked up at the sky and asked Hela behind him.
His voice was filled with strong pride.
This new home was built bit by bit under his hands.
He has nothing to be proud of, this is his new home.
"There is a lack of a battle that can reshape glory, my brother."
Hela's voice is no longer cold, but has a lazy accent.
Hela, who had lost her ambition and no longer wanted revenge, began to gradually enjoy this leisurely pace of life.
There is no need to lead soldiers to conquer one place after another, and there is no need to face flesh and blood and swords every day.
Now I can freely choose from the clothes and cosmetics sent by humans every day. This quality of life seems to be more interesting than constant fighting.
But even she herself is not sure how long it will take for her to get tired.
In many cases, Immortals’ pursuits are more focused on spiritual satisfaction than material things.
Glory is one of Asgard's pursuits, used to create some waves in a long life.
“The glory of battle has always been given by people like us. In fact, there is no glory in battle. What is glorious is victory.
And victory comes in many varieties.
There is only one thing we are missing now, and that is our younger brother.
I didn’t believe what he did before was his intention. Now I want to get my family back!”
Thor said this with a smile on his face.
The light of thunder flashed in the two eyes.
Obviously he has grown a lot during this time. Even Hela has to admit that his younger brother has finally surpassed his older sister in strength.
While Hela and Thor were talking about this, the two crows seemed to have heard enough of this conversation and flew away from the branches of the tree.
Just like an ordinary crow, it did not disturb anyone.
Hela twitched the corner of her mouth and cursed "old thing" in her heart. Besides, she didn't make any move.
The two crows have their own names, Fujin and Wu Ni.
In a distant place, an old man was staggering on the road.
Without any purpose, two crows cawed strangely and landed on his shoulders.
"Okay honey, tell me if my stupid son has been run around by his sister."
This old man is obviously Odin.
Under the protection of Yizuer, he survived.
Just what he saw in the high-level heaven still made it difficult for his body to bear the growing power.
His life is coming to an end.
"Gaga, the great God of the Gods. Thor makes Asgard prosperous!"
The crow said this, and Odin's face became much calmer.
"The God of the Gods, Hela has changed. Now she looks like a great goddess."
Another crow said this.
The two divine crows have been with Odin for countless years, and Hela is as familiar to them.
They are even more familiar with Hela than Thor.
Odin even raised the corner of his mouth, then slowly took out a piece of bread from his bag, slowly broke it into pieces and fed it to the two crows on his shoulders.
"Hela has always been great, but she left too quickly. It's not bad now, isn't it?"
Odin whispered, at this time and far away in Xin'a Sgard and Hela both smiled.
"My life is about to end. What role do I have for you demon gods now?"
Odin slowly straightened his back and looked at the man who appeared in front of him. The figure in front of me.
He will never forget this figure in his life. Even if his life disappears, he will keep the guy in front of him in his heart!
Diablo!
“I want to see if a being who can silence fear from the depths of his heart will be a little shaken when he sees me.”
Diavolo The figure said this.
Although this is not his real body, as a shadow, it is powerful enough.
"Of course I'm still afraid. For example, right now I'm afraid of you going to the children's new home, so I'm ready to risk everything."
Odin said calmly.
His life can come to an end from the moment he lands in the higher heaven.
Every extra moment is earned.
“A human once said the same thing. I just thought it was a joke.”
Diavolo said this.
He was obviously talking about the wise king of Khanduras, the skeleton king Leoric.
At the end of his life, the last thought of a crazy guy was to let Diavolo's will disappear with him.
Such an idea seemed somewhat ridiculous to Diavolo at the time, and it was overestimating his capabilities!
But both Leoric and Aidan gave Diavolo a new understanding of the Nephalem.
Will the guy in front of me be next?
Diablo doesn’t think so.
There may be many noble people in the world, but in the eyes of the guys in High-level Heaven, it is impossible to retain that level of will when facing the fearful demon.
Diavolo, who has mastered fear, has never failed in a battle of wills!
No matter whether the guy in front of him is more powerful than him, or whether the other party is more destructive.
As long as fear exists, he will never fail!
I feel like I have a cold and my head hurts a little.
Let’s take a rest today.
I may have to visit graves in the past two days, so there may not be too many updates.
I will make up for it when I’m done.
Thanks.
(End of this chapter)