"My dear Constantine, I think now is not the time to say this."
Colson's face wrinkled up and he said awkwardly.
I raised my eyes and looked at the monitor on the other side. The picture above was the outside of the office.
I don’t know when a lot of angel sculptures covering their faces appeared outside.
SHIELD seemed particularly quiet at this time.
It's as if even breathing has become a mistake.
There was a brief silence, but Constantine was the first to break the silence.
"What is that?" Constantine asked with a smile, and there was no sign of any nervousness on his part.
He just stretched out his head and looked outside the office, where there were some such sculptures staying in place.
Neither Nick Fury nor Coulson thought these sculptures were the pranks of bored agents.
Constantine's senses were sharper. He slowly walked to Nick Fury's side and hid his body behind Nick Fury.
Just when everyone focused their attention outside the office, the Weeping Angel on the monitor had moved much closer to the screen.
You can only act without being observed.
This is the Weeping Angel.
By the time Nick Fury turned his attention, there was a gap between the Weeping Angels on the surveillance screen and the real Weeping Angels.
There was a disconnect between the surveillance footage and the real-life situation, which made Nick Fury feel that this was a ridiculous prank.
But all the facilities in this safe house were arranged by him personally, so this is all true!
This is not scientific at all.
"Constantine, tell me, how far are the sculptures outside the office from the office door!?"
He shouted loudly in shock.
This tone is like Nick Fury shouting "Fuck Fuck".
That's the panic caused by things going out of control.
"What? About three meters? What did you find?"
Constantine turned his head and looked at Nick Fury.
The conversation between the two attracted Coulson's attention, and danger began to approach again!
Coulson couldn't help but pay attention to this, because Constantine is a dangerous guy.
No one knows whether this thing will summon something to give Coulson a hard blow.
He has a history of doing this kind of thing.
Summon demons to fight demons, and then summon angels to deal with the victors among demons.
This is considered the basic operation of Constantine.
The moment his actions attracted Coulson's attention, the Weeping Angels outside the office had already taken action!
Distance no longer mattered, their movements were invisible.
By the time Coulson noticed these guys, the Weeping Angels had already reached out and grabbed his wrist!
The Weeping Angel's body cannot be damaged by physical attacks.
Even Doctor Who, who exists for knowledge, has no good way to deal with these guys other than creating time paradoxes.
Perhaps it was because of his physical condition that he was unable to use attacks that could effectively cause damage.
But in a general sense, the Weeping Angels are invincible!
Even if Coulson is now a Lord of Skyhammer, he cannot destroy the Weeping Angels on the physical level!
"What is this!?"
Colson twitched his hand, but found that no matter what, he couldn't get his hand out of the sculpture's hand.
The biggest weakness of the Weeping Angels is probably staring at each other.
Coulson didn't know about this kind of thing.
Even in all the files of S.H.I.E.L.D., there is no record of a guy like the Weeping Angel.
Humans cannot control them and cannot control them.
Even breaking the sculptures won't kill them completely.
The profession will be restored, and in the blink of an eye, the Weeping Angels may send the person to the past, or they may break the human's neck.
The image of the Weeping Angels seems to be the source of their power, which is inexplicable.
These things are not things that rely on that stone-like body to exist!
"Hmm? Why don't I feel the soul?"
Sweat could be seen on Constantine's face, and his smile became forced.
For Constantine, nervousness still occurs.
I wasn't very nervous in the past because most of the guys I faced were acquaintances, so there was no point in being nervous.
"The images of these guys and their entities exist, but how do they do that?"
Nick Fury stared at the Weeping Angel on the monitor in front of him.
He realized something was wrong immediately and stared at the picture on the monitor.
Observation is the way to limit the Weeping Angels, as Nick Fury discovered almost instantly.
But the gradual feeling of weakness in his body began to gnaw at his heart.
This body is dying, and Nick Fury is powerless to stop it.
"Fuck Fuck!"
Nick Fury said this.
His hand fumbled with the remote control on the table in a panic.
He wanted to see if changing the channel would make the image of the Weeping Angels disappear from the monitor.
"No. 11 launched a single attack! Good opportunity!!! The ball was scored!"
The picture of the football match on the monitor and the bursts of cheers attracted Constantine's attention.
But Constantine did not turn his head to look at the monitor, but looked firmly at the Weeping Angel holding Coulson's arm.
He still has the tickets he bet on this game in his pocket, so he will inevitably care about the outcome.
"It seems you just hid the sports program channels. It turns out you can still relax here."
Constantine said casually.
The beads of sweat on his forehead had formed into a patch.
He felt that his soul was also in the process of weakening, and a new soul was slowly being gestated with the help of his body.
This was not the first time he had experienced having a child, but the feeling was different every time.
Mammon is a somewhat noisy child, and the Weeping Angel is like a parasite in his belly, constantly pushing his life towards death.
This feeling is too dangerous.
"damn it!"
Nick Fury shouted angrily.
American football news such as "No. 4 scores a touchdown! He is the best running back!" has begun to appear on the TV.
But the snarling visage of the Weeping Angel is still there.
Very scary.
Now Nick Fury is starting to worry about other things.
For example, will those who are at the stadium see the Weeping Angels because of this scene?
Observing and being observed sometimes go hand in hand.
He finally realized that his actions seemed a little careless.
"I really want to feel high-quality fear? Are these things alive? Or do I just think they are alive?"
Colson's tone was very unpleasant.
His body also began to exude a strong aura of fear.
Anyone who can think will feel fear.
And fear will eventually become Diavolo's strength.
The rules of the Weeping Angels cannot break out of the prison of fear.
But Coulson began to wonder.
He didn't know whether what he was about to do was right or wrong.
A sense of confusion lingered in his mind.
Contact Diavolo and ask Diavolo to turn the Weeping Angel into his subordinates or dependents.
Once such thoughts arise, it will cause waves of heart palpitations to appear in Coulson's heart!
That was even more serious than facing the furious Bulcasso.
For Bulcaisel does not give way to anger, but conscience does.
Unless you completely lose your conscience.
At this moment, Constantine blinked.
And the sky hammer on Colson's waist disappeared directly at this point in time!
The target of the Weeping Angels is not Coulson, who has not yet fully understood his status, but the Skyhammer, who is full of fear and the power of time!
Whether it was the Sky Hammer itself created by Kull, the God of Fear, or the power of fear was added to it by Diavolo.
For these guys who feed on time, they are more attractive than just Coulson.
The future of mankind is unknowable, but for the Weeping Angels, achievements are not important, only the length of time is important.
And the unknown past also represents the power of time!
This kind of power is fresh enough and sweeter!
The Sky Hammer was sent to a past known to the Weeping Angels, and at this time Diavolo, who was far away in Asgard, felt that the power in his body began to increase dramatically!
This kind of enhancement is inexplicable and wonderful!
"Crack!"
Coulson directly broke his own wrist, and then freed himself from the Weeping Angel's wrist.
His hand subconsciously pulled out a pistol from under his arm.
My forehead is covered with sweat!
The connection between the Skyhammer Fallen and him was brutally severed.
At this time, Colson's mind was in a mess!
But his professionalism as an excellent agent allowed him to find his enemy immediately!
It’s just that the firearm seems to be useless at this time!
"Colson? Welcome back."
Nick Fury used his electronic eyes to observe Coulson's appearance, and roughly understood what happened before.
But at this time I can only say this simply.
If there is no way to survive the Weeping Angels, perhaps Nick Fury can continue to act using other life substitutes.
But Colson and Constantine are dead.
"By the way, are you angels?"
Constantine took out a handkerchief and blew his nose, still observing the Weeping Angels secretly with his eyes.
But the spirit has begun to contact Auriel.
Who knows how many races angels are divided into?
Maybe these Weeping Angels are just angels who were deceived by scumbags. As the original Archangel of Hope, Auriel would be a little bit better facing these guys than a little mage like him, right?
…
On the battlefield.
At this time, the Epidemic King has achieved a comprehensive advantage.
Although no decent results have been achieved yet, victory seems to be close at hand.
Red Tank Bucky's armor has become pitted, and broken pieces can be seen everywhere on the ground.
The muscles that were so strong that they didn't look like human beings were trembling. Cytorak wasn't always paying attention to one of his free chess pieces, but it was a bit unusual now.
Bucky has not been a red tank for too long. This is the second time he has fought in his current body.
Coupled with the aura of King Plague that was slightly similar to that of Billie, this idle Lord of the Crimson Universe paid a little attention.
Bucky could feel the dissatisfaction of the boss behind the scenes.
But now he is really powerless.
The strength of a red tank depends largely on the physical quality of its successor.
Bucky's body is not weak, he can survive the transformation of Hydra, and he is regarded as the representative of the Winter Soldier.
His physical condition is quite outstanding.
But compared to the two guys who were originally supposed to be red tanks, he still has a slight gap.
This gap prevented him from releasing all the power of the red tank.
If you really do that, there will only be one result.
That is self-destruction!
King Plague would make strange shouts from time to time, and no one present could understand what he meant.
But the increasingly violent attitude made those involved in the battle feel a fatal threat!
Rumlow has almost lost count of how many times he has used the medicine bottle.
His whole body was sore and weak, his bones had been broken countless times, and his muscles had cracked under the force of the collision.
Even the anger seems to have burned out all the fuel, and only a trace of residual warmth can be felt.
The soul of Mocott, who had been helping him, was gradually falling into silence.
Without enough anger, even a being like Mocott can only sigh.
Perhaps the living Mokot is not afraid of such an existence as the Plague King.
If we don't help each other, we'll all die together.
But now he is just a soul. Facing the complete form of King Plague, he has already tried his best just to protect Rumlow.
And Rumlow's anger is constantly being drained by him, in order to face the giant arm of the Plague King that may sweep in at any time.
As for Steve, except for the shield in his hand, there was nothing intact about him.
The regular clothes on his body became tattered, showing his strong body in front of everyone.
It's a pity that everyone present is not interested in this. After all, when life and death are at stake, where do so many ideas come from.
On the contrary, Peggy Carter is in pretty good condition.
She is very self-aware and has not become a gap in the battlefield.
She did not overestimate her ability and appear within the attack range of the Plague King. Her agile body allowed her to avoid the ghost hands on the ground, but she only felt a little uncomfortable under the influence of the poisonous mist.
Coupled with Steve's intentional or unintentional protection, she obviously still has the strength to fight again.
It may also be that the intelligence of the Plague King is not enough to grasp the weaknesses and defeat them, which is why this situation occurred.
But Dr. Doom's condition is very bad.
The armor on his body was already in disrepair.
After all, in the battle, he not only had to face the pressure brought by King Plague, but also the troublesome Midnight who was hiding in the dark and poking at him secretly.
If Dr. Doom has any thoughts now, it would be a very appropriate description to find the guy who plotted against him and light a sky lantern.
There is no way to use all the power, and even if you want to evacuate, you will be forcibly intercepted by the midnight curse at this place.
This place is America, not his beautiful hometown of La Toville.
He had no obligation to protect his enemy's property, and he had even wanted to run away.
But once he had the idea of running away, the curse cast by Midnight would immediately become stronger.
And the Plague King would launch a fierce attack on him as if he was being manipulated.
In such an unfavorable situation, even a strong man like Dr. Doom has become stretched thin.
The most unlucky person is probably Anderson.
The attacks he endured were similar to those endured by Rumlow.
As an angel, when facing a big devil, the urge to crush him to pieces constantly emerges.
Maybe he has Midnight and Barr to thank.
If these two guys hadn't been plotting against Dr. Doom, he might have been waiting for resurrection in the spring water of the higher heaven.
"Can you defeat each other? I'm almost at the end of my rope!"
Loki almost said this through gritted teeth.
Showing weakness is not a problem, Loki's pride is not strong enough to even care about it.
He even wanted to escape more than once, but for some reason he couldn't take a step forward.
His sense of responsibility continued to sprout in this battle.
Even for this reason, he has covered those guys who seem a bit annoying many times.
Agent Hill was standing behind Loki, with the green light ring on his hand constantly constructing a position here to protect Loki.
Wang was leaning on Mike at this time, holding the calf in his arms, breathing hard.
Among the people present, Wang was probably the one who worked the hardest, and could even be described as risking everything.
The devil is obviously an existence from another dimension, and things like the duties of a mage have already made the king red-eyed.
The pitchfork in Mike's hand was filled with cracks, and the electric light on the ground became dim.
"If it doesn't work, just contact Burcasso! Don't hold on!"
Loki gritted his teeth and said, his body began to tremble.
His teeth collided together and made a series of rattling sounds.
As if shivering in the cold.
The frost giants are beginning to be hurt by their own winter.
Loki has really reached his limit.
He stood on the line between the Supreme Mage and half of the mages.
This is somewhat dangerous.
Although crossing this line does not allow him to replace Ancient Yi, he is finally qualified to stand in front of Ancient Yi.
Just like the Queen Frigga.
After hearing this, Rumlow took out a bottle of wine from his backpack, and with some effort, broke the mouth of the bottle on the ruins on the street.
He now doesn't even have the strength to unscrew the lid.
The fingers didn't obey the command and clenched tightly without mercy.
Even if he wanted to let go, it was "impossible".
"Now I can only hope that bastard Constantine can realize this and contact the other party using the mobile phone he damnedly gave to his ancestors!
But I want to say that there are no signal base stations of those messy operators on the Holy Mountain of Halogas! Unless SHIELD has placed satellites over the Holy Mountain of Halogas!"
After Rumlow finished speaking, he poured wine into his mouth.
The broken bottle mouth pricked his mouth, and after drinking the wine mixed with blood, Rumlow seemed to have recovered a little and cheered up!
This chapter has been completed!