"Prince of Asgard, you seem a little confused now?"
A soft voice came, with a power that made people feel warm and reassuring.
Loki turned his head and looked in the direction where the sound came from.
A shiny forehead appeared in front of him.
It's a pity that he doesn't know this person.
"what do you?"
Loki's reaction seemed to be a little slow, and his tone was as slow as a koala.
You can still vaguely hear a little bit of arrogance in it.
Loki's brain as a mage is undoubtedly damaged.
Thanos will not have any different attitude towards a mere mage.
“Just call me Coulson, prince of Asgard.”
Colson's tone was mocking, and when the two bewitched guys faced each other, they unanimously expressed their contempt for each other.
Of course Thanos will be in awe of all powerful beings, but Coulson, a guy whose name he has never even heard of, does not receive such treatment.
As for Coulson facing Loki.
Although Diavolo is very cautious, he will show his arrogance when the time is right.
Those who harbor fear will eventually be swallowed up by fear.
Just a Loki.
“I feel your malice, so are you planning to fight me?”
Loki held the scepter in his hand and tried his best to show his strength.
It just looks a bit like a creature like a "red panda" raising its hands in order to make itself bigger, but it is always thought to be surrendering.
“No, no, I just want to see what a person without control is going to do. By the way, I want to see if you are qualified to be my companion.”
Colson said this.
After being completely freed from original sin, Coulson has enough autonomy.
What’s even more frightening is that he sinks deeper and deeper into the abyss of fear, making it impossible for people to see that he mustered up the courage.
“If you know Asgard, you should know that I am the most difficult one among them.”
Light began to appear on the scepter that Loki stretched out.
Of course this is just a scepter that contains some of the power of the Mind Stone.
Thanos, whose goal is to master all the Infinity Stones, will not hand over his treasure to a brainwashed wizard.
That’s not safe.
“Hmm? Wasn’t Asgard destroyed?”
Colson said with a smile.
The power used to block all electronic signals was withdrawn little by little.
Then his figure disappeared from Loki's sight.
Loki is an interesting toy, Coulson made this judgment.
He was curious about how Loki would face SHIELD's next pursuit.
When Coulson discovered Loki, he had already spent a few dollars and a gun to convince a gangster to get through to SHIELD.
And told the other party some information about Loki.
It is normal for Lord Skyhammer, who is behind Diavolo, to know more.
Especially when Tyr is also a Lord of Skyhammer.
…
“Well, compatriots, the holiday celebrations should end at this time.”
Bulkessor stood on the high platform at the entrance of the Elders' Temple and shouted like this.
Hold the giant mountain-splitting ax in his hand, this ice-blue ax is shining with light.
Qualkirk has no intention of letting everything be in the past.
This ax is his gift to the young warriors, or in other words, his inheritance.
“Hurry up, I’ve encountered too many things, I’m tired.”
Leiko said this, her eyes swept over the young people intentionally or unintentionally.
She also did something similar to Qualkirk, and placed a legend that could represent her husband.
Waiting for someone with enough qualifications to get it.
Confrontation, this is the magic weapon that everyone in the Bull tribe wants to get.
Niu Dazi, who advocates the power of charge, is always happy to argue about who is the best heir to "confrontation".
It's a pity that that is all in the past, and now there is not even a single warrior who can be called the Bull Tribe.
This finally made her feel a little disappointed.
Burkeso glanced at Leiko, his eyes a little dodgey.
He didn't want to argue with Leiko.
The woman who ended Joe Ritz's mistake with her own hands was not in a good mood.
There was no way to fight, which Bulkesso didn't like very much.
“It’s a fun game where the young warriors evaluate their own battles and then ask me what they want.
For warriors who are self-aware, I will give rewards that meet your expectations.
As for the exaggerated warriors, you can look forward to it.”
Burkeso also deliberately changed the description of recruits when speaking, and turned to address the relatives as warriors.
The mountain-splitting ax in his hand was shining with light, as if he was choosing his master based on his feeling.
Who is the person who has the opportunity to inherit Qualkek's belief? Bulcaisel had a guess at this, but he still expected a different result.
“I’ll do it first.”
Rumlow walked out of the crowd, and the two-handed giant hammer hanging on his waist had turned into a long stick.
Although he can blow the devil's head off with just a long stick, it's just that he doesn't look like a barbarian.
This made Bulcaisel raise his eyes slightly.
“I am still very weak, I only realized this during the battle.”
Rumlow clenched his fists tightly as he spoke.
Talik, who was not far away, looked at him deeply.
Talik was a little worried about the "Trouble" he chose.
Worried that Rumlow would behave negatively.
After all, many people affected by evidence of shame have reduced themselves to worthlessness in the shame.
A clear understanding of one's own worth is the first step to redemption.
"But I am a mature warrior, and I intend to die in a right fight and wash away my sins."
Rumlow raised his eyes, his eyeballs were a little red.
Perhaps maturity is just his rhetoric, and the pursuit of strength and the pain of his own weakness are his true thoughts.
“Talik, let him know what it means to do it first and then talk about it!”
Burkeso said with a frown.
Even if Rumlow can be treated equally, this does not mean that Bulcaisel will write off his past actions.
This is something Rumlow himself knows very well.
Talik sighed deeply, stepped forward and patted Rumlow on the shoulder, then led the painful warrior away towards the distance.
Burkasso took out a Resonating Skull from his backpack and threw it to Talik.
“If you feel shameless to see others, just use this face to cover the side of yourself that is ashamed to see others, and then do what you should do.”
Burkeso roared loudly.
This may be an encouragement, which is very valuable.
Talik will not teach Rumlow alone. Mocott will tell Rumlow why two ancestors made a guarantee for him at that time.
Then Bulcaisel pointed to Matthew on the side.
The next thing he wanted to do was hear Matthew's thoughts.
The killer monkey sitting on Matthew's head pulled Matthew's hair and gave a reminder.
“I don’t know what to say other than being weak.”
Matthew smiled wryly.
Faced with the real devil, Matthew seemed to have accomplished nothing except fighting hard.
He didn't know how to evaluate this.
Have a clear understanding of yourself?
This question is too difficult.
Neither Lawyer Murdock nor Daredevil have a clear understanding of their own powers.
After all, there are always heroes with injuries, and they seem to lack some self-awareness.
Burkeso looked at Matthew with a somewhat dissatisfied look, so he looked openly at Leiko.
Matthew is now a warrior led by Leiko, and he plans to listen to Leiko's opinion on this.
“You’re still close, but you’re just close.”
Leiko said this.
She had already decided in her heart that Matthew was not the best person to take over the confrontation.
Confrontation has the most brutal effect of increasing damage, but its name is confrontation.
Fighting is not Joriz's way of solving problems, and strength is just a threat.
For this reason, even Kanuk did not get the Legend of Confrontation from Leiko.
“I think I am very determined, so I need strength. Bulcasso, I need the strength to carry out my will.”
Matthew said with a wry smile.
Being weak is not a mistake, because it is a mistake to think you are weak and not resist until you are unable to resist.
In order to right the wrong, Daredevil and Lawyer Murdoch have been fighting.
But after realizing his own weakness once again, his pursuit of strength became stronger.
To be honest, Matthew did a good job.
Violence and compliance with rules are his hallmarks.
In the study of law, he did not lose his precious humanity, which is commendable.
And now Matthew has also lost some kindness for evil deeds, which makes Bulcasso satisfied.
It's a pity that Leiko is not very satisfied with this.
“I think you can...”
“Leiko!”
Leiko was about to give some advice for Matthew, but was rudely interrupted by Bulcasso.
The aura on Bulcaisel's body indicated that he would not hesitate to use force to make Leiko stop interfering with Matthew's will.
Will is the epitome of the soul and should not be influenced by others.
As for the question of whether it is correct or not, let time leave it.
The right person is always the stronger one.
As long as you can realize that you are right.
“You want more power?”
Burkeso looked at Matthew in front of him and said seriously.
After Bulcaisel expressed his attitude, Leiko chose to keep silent.
Emotions can sometimes interfere with one's judgment, and talking too much is not necessarily a good thing.
These soldiers are adults and there is no need to tell them what to do.
“Yes, more power!”
Matthew raised his head and spoke decisively.
“How powerful is it?”
Burkeso began to take a closer look at the blind man who had not been optimistic about him before.
Losing a sense of observing the world is not a good thing for a warrior.
This is the same even if compensation is obtained elsewhere.
“I think my performance is enough to gain the same power as Rorschach at that time.”
Matthew looked at Bulcasso in front of him without any hesitation.
Even though he was stared at by Bulcaisu's penetrating eyes, he stated his request frankly.
"Can."
Burkeso said this and took out a round ring from his pocket.
It doesn’t look very good.
Especially when this ring appeared in Matthew's perception, the crazy aura made him a little distracted.
“The Ring of Nagel is yours.”
Burkeso closed his eyes.
For Matthew, he thought it was a good prize.
The original Ring of Nagl was the work of a mad wizard who was imprisoned by mages, and would summon a fallen madman every once in a while.
The summoned little thing will explode at the enemy. This attack is based on the wielder's weapon strength, which is powerful enough.
But the most precious thing is not the improvement of immediate combat power, but the effective improvement of the holder's gains in combat.
This will shorten the time it takes for Matthew to grow.
For a person who realizes his dream, shortening the road he has to travel is the best gift.
Burkeso took a deep look at Leiko.
Leiko understood what he meant, and the next thing had to be left to her as the guide.
As for the issue of not giving face, that is not a problem.
What's wrong is what's wrong, and Leiko won't mess around with it.
“Bulkeso, I don’t like this game.”
Madoc said as he pinched his teeth.
Although it is understandable that this kind of activity should have a ceremonial end, it seems a bit redundant.
To judge a person, you cannot always draw a conclusion based on just a few words.
People will change.
“I don’t like it either, but some people do!”
Burkeso was acting a little irritable.
The mountain-splitting ax beside him flashed, as if to express his liking.
Madoc glanced at the mountain-splitting axe, his expression ugly.
He knows who likes this.
That would only be the old general Qualkek who loves to lecture on everything.
The old guy who always has to give a few words of advice on everything is looking at the people who have the opportunity to inherit his will and beliefs.
It is not a responsibility imposed on others.
Instead, choose a guy who is most similar to him.
The legend never ends.
…
“I am here to give people courage, not to be a mascot to be worshiped.”
Anderson said this to Hill in front of him.
There was some impatience in his tone.
Hill's professional qualities as an agent are undoubted, but he also shows a side that does not have a deep understanding of the extraordinary.
Perhaps this is all Nick Fury's fault. That guy hid many things too well.
Anderson seemed a little uncomfortable in this twenty-four-hour coffee shop.
He could hear a lot of news being spread about him.
After transforming into an angel, faith also became part of his source of strength.
It just doesn’t feel good.
Fulfilling a believer's wish is the price of faith, but as a subordinate of Imprius, he hates this.
But there is no way to block it.
He has begun to think about God.
Listen to the prayers of believers every moment, and then select a few wishes that are not so difficult to realize?
If they did the same thing with the Prius, then there would be no need to do anything else.
“You have to know that believers are the majority in this country. It’s just that they believe in different things.”
Hill shook a cup of coffee.
The latte art inside was shaken loose.
Hill is a little nervous now.
She was familiar with staying behind the scenes and contributing to peace, but this was her first time as a superhero.
Now that she thought of her previous dress, she felt a surge of shame.
"I know that most of them only believe in one thing wholeheartedly, and that is money."
Anderson drank all the water in the cup and looked at Hill in front of him with wide eyes.
“Stop talking nonsense, what do you want me to do?”
Anderson has had enough of the endless nonsense.
Even when he was a priest, he did not like to hear other people say meaningless things.
Besides, he would not stay in a place where he could not see the other person's face and listen to other people's confession.
He tried, and the penitent scumbag was stabbed directly through the throat with a bayonet.
After that, there will be no idle people asking him to listen to other people’s confessions.
“As my military support, I need helpers! The current chaos cannot be handled by me alone, nor can you kill it all by yourself!”
Hill became serious and said with stern eyes.
She had no doubt about Anderson's strength.
At least much stronger than her.
“You need SHIELD’s information channel, I need your power! It’s that simple!”
Hill finally showed the courage of a senior S.H.I.E.L.D.
Anderson pushed up his glasses, and the reflection of the lenses obscured his vision.
“I will kill you if I think it necessary.”
Anderson said casually.
The holy flame on his body flashed past.
“Of course, I won’t just sit back and die.”
Hill nodded.
“It’s a pleasure to work with.”
Anderson stood up, the imitation Solarion appeared in his hand, and directly penetrated the coffee shop owner who was listening.
Under the burning of the holy flame, that strong body turned into ashes all over the ground.
A ring jumped up from the tip of the gun and flew into Anderson's hand.
“The stench of death on you is so offensive! Monster!”
Anderson said this.
He turned his head and glanced at Hill, then left the cafe alone.
There is a pure white card on the table, with the flickering holy flame on it forming his contact information.
Although it only passed by briefly, it was enough for Agent Hill to remember.
Shorthand is also one of the training courses for agents.
Anderson walked towards the direction where he had just felt the breath of death.
There is the aura of the undead over there.
Even though it was not full of evil like the ghouls or zombies he had encountered before, he could not let it go.
As for the protection of human beings, Anderson is professional.
No one can accuse him of his sense of responsibility.
Now he has jumped out of the category of religion and understands from Imprius and Auriel what it means that God loves the world!
The direction he was heading towards was a two-story hut built next to the blacksmith shop.
There lived a family who had finally reunited.
“Alexander Anderson. Now I know what it’s like to have friends who can fight.”
Hill said softly.
Huntedly dialed SHIELD's phone number and gave the order.
She needs some professional hands to come to this place to deal with the aftermath.
Just like SHIELD always makes Rorschach be regarded as a madman, this time there will be a lot of madmen.
【I seem to understand the importance of having my own safe house.】
Hiel sat by the window looking at the lights outside and thinking.
Perhaps there will be some unexplained expenses in SHIELD's funds.
Colson stood in a corner, silently looking at Hill who was sitting by the window.
He felt a little confused, but this confusion did not last long.
Even though Lord Skyhammer lacks original sin, the influence from Diavolo will not be easily eliminated!
No matter how noble a person is, he will be afraid and be blinded by fear.
It depends on when they can muster the courage.
“S.H.I.E.L.D.’s plan?”
Colson muttered to himself.
There will be no one around who can hear him.
He hasn't had any impact yet, but it won't be long.
The spread of fear is accompanied by evil, but it is a pity that Coulson's preparations are not yet known.
Colson dialed the connection on his headset.
He had already met Murdoc.
With the support of Pioneer Technology, the high-tech equipment he has now is no worse than what he had after S.H.I.E.L.D.
“Colson?”
Mordoc's voice sounded through the headphones.
“Hey, I think our plans need to change. You’d never expect the people I met before.”
Colson said this.
The frivolous tone made Murdoc at the other end bulge the thick veins on his huge head.
The brain has become bigger, but the speed of thinking has become faster.
It does not mean that Murdoc's temper will change.
“You were an agent before. As an agent, couldn’t you even speak to the key points?”
Mordoc roared.
Colson took off the headphones and placed them a little further away from his ears.
“I met Alexander Anderson. I don’t think you will be unfamiliar with this name, right?”
Colson had a confused smile on his face.
It's like he doesn't know why he wants to laugh, but he just laughs.
“That priest? I knew that after being exposed to the Third Reich, it was like falling into a pigsty. Even if you wash off the pig shit, you can’t wash away the stench!”
Mordoc continued to curse:
“Tell me, do you want him to die or to stay away?”
Mordoc asked.
In his opinion, Coulson would contact him at this time because of Anderson, simply because Anderson interfered with their plans.
“I just want to tell you, don’t overthink it.”
Colson whispered.
It's like telling a shocking secret.
“Get out! Even if I lost in the previous battle, that doesn’t mean you are better than me! Fallen Believer!”
Mordoc hung up the phone angrily.
Then he watched the researchers under his control bandaging his wounds.
Coulson will not do anything meaningless, this is something Murdoc can guarantee with his extraordinary wisdom.
But he currently knows too little information to make effective guesses.
The emergence of Anderson means that there are still people pursuing the legacy of the Third Reich.
And Murdoc, who appeared next to those guys at that time, would undoubtedly be more concerned.
But unfortunately, Murdoc guessed wrong.
The information given by Coulson was misleading, allowing Murdoc to make wrong judgments.
This chapter has been completed!