"Rumlow, you can go to the Holy Mountain tomorrow."
Bulcasso looked at the people in front of him and said calmly.
What happened before is not a trivial matter that can be ignored, but it is not that important.
You must pay a price for provoking the barbarians, but the ants do not deserve too much attention.
Rumlow was still bleeding and his consciousness was blurred, but he still held the battle ax in his hand and still looked up at Bulcasso.
Punishment is just the beginning, Rumlow told himself in his vague consciousness.
Hydra or S.H.I.E.L.D. are no different to Savage, so everyone on this building who should pay for their actions needs to understand one thing.
The price should never be paid by others, and sacrifice can only be called great by those who dedicate themselves to it.
The alien space quickly faded away, and Nick Fury and others who had endured the pain returned to their original places.
Dugan stood upright, with dense wounds on his body filled with green smoke. He shook his foot, throwing aside a burned black stump and a damaged rubber shoe.
Standing on one leg, your body still looks upright.
Silently, he took out the match that ignited directly under high temperature from his pocket, rummaged for it and threw it on the ground.
"Who can lend me a fire?"
Dugan held the last bit of cigar in his mouth, his tone was a little low, but still tough.
It seemed that the previous pain had no effect on him.
He glanced at the amphibious man rolling on the ground, and a look of contempt flashed in his eyes.
As for Nick Fury,
He was half-kneeling on the ground, and his body had lost all signs of life.
One leg was turned into charcoal like Dugan, and half of his shoulder was connected to his arm like a dry branch.
Agent Hill's eyes were wide open and covered with bloodshot eyes.
Her body was trembling constantly, like a hamster in a stress reaction. She kept wanting to open her mouth and scream, but she tried harder to close it.
"Did you kill Fury?"
Steve finally stood up, and after taking a look at the tragic scene behind him, he immediately held the shield in front of him.
Before he could figure out the situation, when the alien space enveloped this place, he was also included.
Steve didn't know much about what Nick Fury and the others had done before.
"How long do you think you can stand in front of me?"
Bulcaisel looked at Steve's defensive posture and found it a bit funny. Even if the barbarian faced an invincible enemy, he would integrate all his strength into the next attack and die calmly.
Instead of holding a shield to protect yourself and showing a fearless posture.
As an extraordinary human being, Steve's performance when facing an invincible enemy reveals absurdity.
Can holding a shield in a defensive posture leave a deep impression on the opponent?
"I could fight you all day!"
Steve leaned forward, curled up his upper body and tried his best to hide himself behind the shield.
Then launched a charge.
"Noble warrior, you and Johanna may get along very well. But just for one day? You think too highly of yourself."
Bulcaisel's left hand struck the vibranium shield gently.
The iron fist of the Immortal King on his arm left a deep mark on the shield. Steve's body shook violently, and he felt a heavy blow that he had never felt before.
The gloves of the Immortal King suit, Volusk used these iron fists to smash the heads of countless demons.
Even though vibranium can absorb kinetic energy, the protective effect of this shield is extremely excellent.
But in Bulcaisel's eyes, the shield was nothing more than a piece of equipment with a blocking affix.
There may be some traces of the legendary Sakala's shoulder armor, but it is not enough to block Bulcaisso's casual punch.
Steve was so weak that he fell to the ground, and the huge tremor that came through his body made him feel sore all over.
"Okay, what do you want?"
Nick Fury's voice came from the side, and the figure that suddenly appeared still looked like that, with no injuries visible on his body.
The lifeless body on the ground was still there.
As Pierce thought before, Nick Fury did indeed hide a life substitute in S.H.I.E.L.D.
Now Nick Fury himself is taking over as the new stand-in.
It was just the pain in his soul that made him uncomfortable. The pain was very intense, as if he had seriously sprained his waist.
He felt that his shoulder and left leg were like prosthetic limbs and had no sense of existence.
"There's no need to pretend that nothing happened to put pressure on me. Your injuries affect your soul, and the recovery of your physical body cannot alleviate the pain."
Nick Fury's condition could not be concealed from Bulcaisel, but he had no interest in watching this scheming bastard perform.
Bulcasso took off the medicine bottle from his waist and stuffed it into Rumlow's mouth.
Rumlow had already seen the power of the Immortal King on the verge of death, and his spirit was rapidly expanding from his seriously injured body.
"Rumlow, you are an outstanding barbarian warrior."
It was the first time Bulcasso praised him in front of Rumlow.
"Then I'll leave first. Recently, one of my students is trying to connect to the dark dimension and is a little busy."
Gu Yi turned around and while talking, he stretched out his hand to draw a circle and walked over.
After looking at Bulqueso's restrained anger, she felt that she no longer needed to continue to pay attention to this place.
Rumlow is recovering from his physical injuries.
But a crack-like scar was left on the abdomen.
"The next step is to let those little bastards understand what they have done. Rumlow, do you want to come in person?"
Bulkiso ignored Nick Fury's ugly expression and stretched out his hand to pull Rumlow up.
"So be it."
Rumlow looked at Steve's calm eyes and felt a little bored.
Rumlow tore off the rags hanging from his upper body, leaving only the Ancestors Bracer obtained in the secret realm hanging on his wrist.
The tomahawk in his hand was also covered with cracks after resisting the attack of the specially-made firearm.
"Can I learn forging after I return to the Holy Mountain?"
Rumlow walked in the direction of leaving without looking back, but the sound did come.
"Barbarians can choose any path they wish, as long as it is just."
Bulcaisel answered casually.
Steve was finally able to tighten his grip on the shield.
Nick Fury looked at Rumlow leaving, and an emotion called regret flashed through his heart.
"Perhaps it would have been better to agree to Rumlow's request."
But this emotion only flashed for a moment.
Nick Fury never immerses himself in regret for what happened in the past, he only sees the present!
This chapter has been completed!