Chapter 603: This contract...fuck! Why is there a thorn?
The destruction of Diavolo's soul is cause for celebration.
But this is bound to not be a simple matter.
If he had not been prepared, he would not have said that he would come back.
Just want to come back?
The premise is that the soul has not been completely consumed!
It would be false to say that Diavolo did not expect that someone was waiting for him before entering the Dark Soul Stone.
This guy’s preparation won’t be that simple!
"Um, Lord Bulcaisuo, do I have a chance to continue to exist?"
The Dream God said very quietly.
Able to continue to exist, he has no intention of letting himself disappear.
But the situation Meng Shen faced at this time made him very embarrassed.
He has already felt the power of Kanai and Zoldun Kule, but it is normal to feel unwilling if they are allowed to disappear like this.
“If you are asking whether you can leave the Dark Soul Stone, then I can’t guarantee it.
But if you just want to continue to exist, then I can give you a guarantee. Yes.
Of course, you can continue to exist. "
Bulkessor is communicating with the Dream God through the authority of dreams.
Bulkessor never lies, and at most he just doesn't answer.
" Looks like I'll have to keep you company for a long time?
It’s just that I don’t think you will give up the authority that I represent. ”
Dream God seemed to be a little bitter when he spoke.
Who can say for sure?
For these guys, authority is the ticket to power.
At least it can make the process of gaining strength less difficult.
“I haven’t thought about how to use the power of dreams. I can’t let everyone in the world enter dreams, right?
In that case, even the most basic right to know will be taken away from the living people.
In that case, no warriors will be born from the masses. ”
Bulkasso is a little confused about what the Dream God said.
What can the power of dreams do?
Let people come to an end in a beautiful dream?
Or do you mean to bring endless torture to others?
“That guy’s power has a great influence on me. If nothing else, he has discovered my existence.
The connection between dreams and fear is too close. Some."
Dream God said helplessly.
He decided to say this after getting Bulkesso's guarantee.
Although it was not the first time that he had contact with Bulcaisuo, nor was it the first time that he had met Bulcaisuo.
But it is strange to place your hopes on others to protect yourself.
Bulkessor said he would not let him die.
Even if erasing his existence is the best way to restrict Diavolo, Bulkesso will not do that.
Even when the powerful mage Jotun Kule planned to cheat on his behalf, Bulkaiso would stop him.
People who care about this kind of thing will never give it up.
Those who don’t care don’t care at all.
And Bulcasso is obviously the former!
"Affect you? Will you become a devil?
Even if you have such an idea, you will not have such a chance!
Diavolo is losing control of the Shadowfang!
He does not have the power to corrupt you now. "
Bulkessor's voice resounded in the heart of the Dream God!
Deafening!
Diablo's soul still has a noble essence, but so what?
Who has a soul that is not noble?
"But I will become part of the fear, and the connection between you and me will become the bridge for him to take away the power from you."
The Dream God is rare to be candid.
It is easier to be frank when facing barbarians.
These guys don't like complicated things, and their solutions to problems are generally quite simple.
It's just the simplest way. Bulcaisuo has chosen to give up.
"Then let him do it."
After saying this, Bulcaisu stopped paying attention to what happened in the Dark Soul Stone.
Diablo doesn't have much chance of winning. Being able to hide himself in the Dark Soul Stone is the most likely thing to happen.
But when the power of hope emerged in Kanai's hands, it became extremely difficult for Diavolo to achieve his goal.
Now it’s time to deal with other issues!
Such as Rorschach's will, and the city beneath his feet!
The power of lies is spreading, but it is also gathering in small numbers.
It seems that the guy who did this is not just a madman, he must have some more profound plan!
……
In SHIELD, Constantine's attitude towards Norman Osborn is much better than towards Nick Fury!
If there is any guy in this world who is more like a savior, then anyone No hero would be better suited to this identity than Constantine.
But when it comes to who is most likely to save the world, Constantine's name will already be at the forefront.
This guy is too complicated.
“Constantine, you are not the kind of being who cannot be killed now, are you?”
Nick Fury threatens Constantine with a shotgun in his hand.
Generally speaking, it is more dangerous for the weak to threaten the "strong", but Constantine has never had any consciousness about the "strong".
He is used to being weak, and even his fighting style is more inclined to "defeat the strong with the weak".
Even though he has some strength now, this almost instinctive thing still hasn't left his body.
"Huh? Director Nick Fury. If you plan to threaten me to achieve any of your goals, then with all due respect...
It would be more convenient for you to pay me directly. "
The smile on Constantine's face is not very pretty, a bit like a twisted devil.
Maybe he is a devil himself, and he doesn't do most of the things that people should do. .
For those who are not in this category, it is almost just about eating, sleeping and reproducing.
But even in terms of reproducing, Constantine is not very good at it.
"How much do you want?"
Nick Fury knocked on the table with the butt of the gun in his hand.
A little bit of negotiation, declaring one's sovereignty and the like.
Constantine may be able to understand this thing, but even if he understands it, he won't care.
When "Satan" still existed, it was not like he had never dealt with that guy.
"The money I want is not the same as what you can give.
I think you don't want to hear what is going on.
But you will definitely ask. "That's the kind of guy you are.
You feel uncomfortable if you don't know something you can't know."
Constantine teased Nick Fury.
And Nick Fury was expressionless.
When has the King of Agents ever cared about what others think of him?
The answer is no.
"Soul, the money I want is soul.
To fulfill my... well, not-so-great conjecture."
Constantine glanced at Norman Osborn as he spoke.
It’s just that look is a bit like ogling.
This guy is aloof and has no gender standards when choosing a mate.
I don’t even care if the other half is human.
“The truth about the Nephalem’s power?”
Nick Fury asked an interesting question.
How do the nephalem keep getting stronger through fighting?
Nick Fury has learned from others that constant fighting and killing enemies will make you stronger.
This doesn’t sound like a normal way of playing.
Perhaps that is because they devoured the souls of the killed guys, and to achieve this is none other than the bloodline full of anger!
If this is the truth, then it makes sense that the ancestral spirits cannot become stronger.
Without bloodline, it is just a soul. Even if it can still use the power it once had, it has lost the channel to absorb the soul.
This conjecture seems interesting.
“Awesome, I just want to try out what the soul represents to me.
To put it bluntly, I am the only one who has become a Nephalem through my own efforts. Although the source of power in the body does not seem to be very popular, it does not prevent me from exploring power.”
Constantine seemed to be speaking frankly, but his eyes were still looking at Norman Osborn.
Obviously this is no longer a hint, but Norman Osborn still doesn't know what Constantine wants from him.
"Also, the soul is definitely not useless to angels and demons.
If there is a point where I am caught, even when I am about to be killed.
I thought maybe angels and demons would let me go because I paid the ransom.
Isn’t it good to be alive? ”
When Constantine said these words, he kept winking at Norman Osborne.
If his face could be as big as three or four floors, this rhythm It doesn't seem to be a problem to have a "death wink" in the blink of an eye.
"Can angels and demons solve my genetic disease?"
Norman Osborn couldn't help but interjected.
“Of course, I have never heard that angels and demons have genetic diseases.
But even if there are, it has nothing to do with us.
We don’t have any genetic diseases anyway. Don’t know.”
Constantine's eyes narrowed as he said this, as if he was smiling.
But Nick Fury felt a strong sense of malice.
Did this guy mean something?
Or has my secret been discovered?
Nick Fury started brainstorming alone without any change in his expression.
I have to say that Nick Fury is very smart, or there is no problem with being thick-skinned.
Anyway, this guy is the kind of guy who doesn’t care even if he dies in society.
"Can you get blood samples from angels and demons?"
Norman asked directly about this and somewhat dangerous topic.
I have to say that Norman is a very good person, and he found the right way to deal with Constantine almost in a short time.
If you have something to say, talk about the reward.
Constantine will re-quote if it is enough.
“Well, not every angel bleeds. I don’t think it is certain what is flowing out of their wounds.
But demons must have blood, although Most of the time it is black and sticky as if it can be directly ignited
But I am sure it is blood, at least you can see things like red blood cells under a microscope, although it is possible. Should we call them black cells? ”①
Constantine pointed at Nick Fury intentionally or unintentionally when he spoke.
Although the action was very natural, both Norman and Nick Fury could understand it.
This action is not subtle at all.
Nick Fury had the urge to change the race for a moment, and his face turned a little dark.
Well, it goes without saying that his research on demons is definitely exposed.
A guy like Constantine can definitely do something like sell this news for money.
But it’s not that serious. After all, it’s research, so don’t shiver.
"Then what is the transaction between you and me?"
Norman took a deep breath before speaking slowly.
He has almost made his decision.
Nick Fury's face darkened.
He is the chosen next director of SHIELD and is going to be cut off by Constantine?
“Ahem!
Of course the best purpose of a transaction is a win-win situation.
I need souls, wait! Don’t refuse in a hurry, I will collect souls for you technologies and solutions.
And I will provide you with blood that contains the power of angels and demons at the same time!
What about this condition?
To be honest, there are definitely not many targets in this world who can get this kind of blood.
Especially if you don’t have much power, what I have is probably the only one you can get. "
Constantine said calmly.
"Norman, I have detailed information about Constantine here.
I think you need to take a look.
Cooperating with this guy is a bit more dangerous than trying to get skin from a tiger."< br>
Nick Fury knocked on the table, attracting the attention of both parties.
“Haha, of course. It’s quite dangerous to cooperate with me.
Because I'm the last one to die.
My teammates will definitely die in front of me.
How do you say that?
When being chased by a beast, you don't need to run faster than the beast, as long as you are faster than your companions, it is enough.
This may be selfish.
But I can become the winner in the end, right? "
Constantine glanced at Nick Fury, and he finally opened his eyes at this time.
The divine light in his eyes made Nick Fury re-recognize the man in front of him. This guy.
John Constantine is no longer a necromancer who can be knocked unconscious by a sneak attack, but a self-reliant Nephalem
This is Hong Guoguo's! Threat!
"This is not enough!
If it is just the blood of Nephalem, I have Rumlow and Steve here, especially Steve.
If he knows about Mr. Norman , I definitely won’t mind if my blood is studied!”
Nick Fury said this, as if he was seeking benefits for Norman Osborn.
"Huh? Are you serious? Do you dare to swear with your intact eye that Steve will agree to you studying his blood?"
"I swear..."
"Wait, just talking is useless. I have a contract here, the technology I learned from the devil. Nick Fury, do you dare to sign your name on it? ”
“Okay!”
Nick Fury took out a pen from somewhere and looked like I was going to sign immediately.
“Wait a moment, I haven’t finished speaking yet.
Just the one about Steve 'definitely' letting you study his blood.
Of course, ‘Steve’ refers to the one we all know?
Mr. Steve Rogers, once Captain America, is now a Nephalem, the one whose profession is the Crusader.
His lover is Ms. Peggy Carter, the founder of SHIELD. With all due respect, Ms. Carter is still your immediate boss. ”
Constantine said a series of qualifications.
Um, I should say it’s a supplementary explanation.
After all, if Nick Fury found a guy named Steve, he would have found a loophole in the contract.
Constantine is the professional at exploiting loopholes. Even the devils in the past cannot defeat him.
Things like selling his soul to three families are what made him famous.
What Constantine said turned into words and appeared on the contract, and then Constantine pushed the contract in the direction of Nick Fury.
The pen in Nick Fury's hand hit the table and broke the nib.
"Well, that's obviously not his intention."
Constantine spread his hands and said to Norman Osborne.
"This contract...fuck! Why is there a thorn in it!"
Nick Fury reached out and took the contract, and then found that his blood was dripping on it.
Mephisto, who likes to talk business, likes to play tricks, and the effectiveness of blood is much tougher than before...
"I really didn't expect that Nick Fury actually dared to sign this contract. I'm sorry You’re impressed~
mu~ma!”
A blowing kiss, coupled with Nick Fury’s ugly face.
This negotiation cannot be said to be a battle of brain capacity, but a battle about the bottom line and the bottom line.
It wasn't until this moment that Nick Fury truly realized that the guy in front of him was no longer the bastard he could easily kill before.
"Amazing!"
Norman Osborn let out a long breath!
Is the struggle between old cunts and stinky gangsters the mainstream among these agents?
Norman Osborn began to doubt whether he was qualified to serve as Director of SHIELD.
He is not afraid of playing tricks, but he really doesn't have much experience playing with the lower limit.
① Complain about the oil leaking from the wounds in the game
(End of this chapter)