A portal.
Or, another portal.
When it comes to barbarians, portals are always the first thing to appear.
This technology is so convenient that it is comparable to all kinds of transportation.
Especially the issues of convenience and cost have allowed this spell to be widely spread and used in sanctuaries.
Sanya opened the portal and walked out from the other end, holding a mobile phone in her hand and looking a little confused.
Not serious at all, and it doesn’t look like he’s here to cause trouble.
It’s just that I can’t say how friendly he is.
Electronic products are new gadgets to most barbarians. It’s just that the purpose of Sonya’s coming here was not to figure out how to operate something like a mobile phone.
She wanted to meet Auriel. In addition to telling Auriel some news, she also had some questions to ask the guys in front of her.
Oriel will not know anything about Malthael, but there is no reason for Oriel to know about things that Sonya has personally experienced.
For example, the incantation related to "Our Lady of Grace".
Sanya didn’t believe this kind of thing. Only Rathma, the necromancer, knew that the archangel knew Lilith’s position well.
But no archangel mentioned this matter.
Sanya was a little angry, so she wanted the truth.
At least it has to be a truth that sounds like the truth.
“Long time no see, how do you feel?”
Sanya greeted Auriel and already took out the mountain-splitting ax in her hand.
This question was not what he wanted to ask, it was just a polite way of saying hello.
It means the same thing as "Have you eaten?"
The ice-cold blade of the mountain-splitting ax revealed an ancient aura, seeming to threaten Auriel in front of her to deal with her question carefully.
The cold wind enveloped the office in an instant.
You can vaguely hear the whistling of the wind.
The most superficial threat to Sonya is absolutely necessary.
The guys in the higher heavens were a little dishonest in her eyes, so Sonya's methods seemed a little extra rough.
But it works very well.
“As you can see, it’s not bad.”
Aurel smiled.
Hand tugged on the ribbon.
The Weeping Angels were trapped in place by the power of hope, motionless.
Hope is everywhere, so observation also exists at all times.
Even if we hope, it is not easy to kill these monsters, but when facing Auriel, they have no room to move at all.
Oriel showed off his power, subconsciously reminding Sonya of the power gap between the two.
Sanya is not Leiko. The last time they met, Sonya had not yet faced the power of an archangel.
Geniuses also need a process of growth, although for Sonya, this process is not a long one.
“I have met Malthaelle before, and he probably has contact with Lilith now. Who knows what the current situation will be like.”
Sanya said nonchalantly, looking at the mountain-splitting ax in her hand.
The responsibility of Qualkek fell on her, which made her somewhat uncomfortable.
This takes time, doesn’t it?
Aurel's move to promote force made Sonya feel a little depressed.
It seems that the battle is hopeless again. The archangel mostly avoids fighting when facing the Nephalem.
Who knows what the mentality is?
Maybe it’s to hide your strength, or maybe it’s just disdain?
Sanya was not too interested in this, she just wanted to get an answer from Auriel.
I just don’t know if Auriel will give the answer she hopes for.
“I’m sorry, it’s really hard to be happy when I hear such news.”
Aurel’s hand holding the ribbon used a little strength.
The bodies of the Weeping Angels made of unknown materials made an overwhelming sound.
Fortunately, there haven't been any obvious changes yet, and these things are still very solid.
The archangels are a little unclear on what exactly Malthael wants to do.
Perhaps Tyrael can know something. After all, justice and wisdom have always had a good relationship.
But even Auriel hasn’t seen Tyrell for a while.
She can't quite feel things related to Tyrael, and Auriel doesn't want to delve into the reason why.
As long as Tyrael doesn't die completely, Auriel somewhat dislikes Tyrael who is too powerful.
That guy is not old-fashioned, but he always acts like he is fooling others.
Favorability with Tyrael is a consumable. After all, the Archangel of Justice cannot go anywhere without being upright.
“Can I leave? I spent this time in fear.”
Constantine scratched his hair.
He looked very embarrassed.
Even though Auriel helped him heal the injury of his broken hand, he didn't show any gratitude at all.
After all, Constantine did not kneel down and beg angels to help him heal his body.
The angels he knew all liked to talk about exchange of interests, so his attitude towards Auriel was the same.
Not every human being is trustworthy, let alone these aliens.
“Are you here to fight me?”
Aurel ignored Constantine's words and looked at Sonya with one eye.
The muscles on Sonya's body were trembling slightly, and she looked like she was excited.
Sanya likes fighting, because fighting can prove her talent in fighting.
Sanya is different from other barbarians, he is an out-and-out genius.
At a young age, he has great power and weapons to challenge the existence of the highest peak.
An opponent like an archangel rarely misses a chance to fight.
Aurel has been prepared for this for a long time.
“Not really.”
Sanya gave a negative answer.
Such an answer surprised Oriel a little.
“Did Bulcaisel ask for it?”
“That’s my idea. After all, a general shouldn’t always be carried away by the excitement of battle.”
Sanya said this.
She is much calmer than before, imitating the words and deeds of Old General Qualkirk.
The anger also became calm and was hidden under the eternal ice.
“Then why do you want to appear in front of me? Do you just want to tell me that Malthael has achieved a staged goal?”
Aurel looked at Sonya with curious eyes and waved her hands gently, as if to ward off flies.
The ribbon tightened little by little with her movements, and scars finally appeared on Weeping Angel's body.
Constantine walked up to Colson and gestured at Colson's neck.
He was very curious about how those operations that could knock someone unconscious by hitting the neck were done, and he looked eager to try it.
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It’s not that he hasn’t tried it before, but after every attempt, he has to use magic to deal with the aftermath.
To be honest, Constantine doesn't like magic very much.
This kind of thing is probably the real purpose for him to express his uniqueness.
“If you want to fight now, please let me take Coulson away some distance first.
Otherwise, our ‘weak’ bodies will not be able to survive the aftermath of the battle.”
A rambling narration, full of Constantine's carelessness.
He is not afraid because there is no cowardice or fear in his soul.
It's just that his hand was already in his pocket, grasping the sandbag that belonged to Sandman's treasure.
This is one of his trump cards. If it is just used to test Nick Fury, the value of this treasure seems too cheap.
Constantine is an expert in the mysterious side and has endless methods.
“By the way, how do you use this thing?”
Sanya smiled crookedly, opened her palm and placed the mobile phone in front of Constantine.
“Just press the button. I remember I gave you the instruction manual last time?”
Constantine waved his hands and smiled brightly.
By the way, Auriel glanced at her with deep meaning.
“John, we need more trust, or I’ll choose someone I’m more willing to trust.”
Aurel said this and lowered his gaze slightly.
The feeling of being taken advantage of is not good at all, especially the feeling of being taken advantage of by a guy who doesn't look very serious.
Aurel was thinking about whether she had done something wrong in hoping to achieve a certain degree of cooperation with Constantine.
Perhaps Angel Dawson is a better candidate?
“Of course, that is your freedom. But there is no one in this world who is more suitable to do it than me.
Because only I can accurately grasp the scale of dealing with you."
Constantine pointed to the monitor hanging on the wall.
The indifferent and dismissive attitude made Sonya a little unhappy.
“Auriel, you did not tell the barbarians everything about your plan.”
Sanya shook her hair, and a trace of anger flashed on the mountain-splitting ax in her hand.
“Correspondingly, you barbarians have not had any communication with me about your plans.”
Aurel said tit for tat.
Then she turned her attention to another blank space.
He felt like there was a guy somewhere, full of hope, but rejecting hope.
Complex and somewhat uncomfortable.
That guy just stayed there silently, and it was not easy for Auriel to ask anything.
"After all, my conversation is not as good as a battle to show each other's will, but our battle should not be so casual."
Sanya’s eyes widened and she stared at Auriel in front of her.
She seemed to be ready for a fight, but she did not take the lead.
…
On the moon.
Wolverine is looking at the tablet in his hand.
This thing is kindly sponsored by Nick Fury.
After all, Wolverine rarely has a lot of money or technological products.
Logan is an old antique, and the things he likes are all slightly older items.
There seems to be no difference between him and those old cowboys in their fifties and sixties in terms of their acceptance of new things.
“Logan, SHIELD can’t do anything to help you now, because the danger we are in may be slightly more serious than you think.”
There was a twinkle in Nick Fury's one eye.
He believed that to this extent, Logan could basically understand what he meant.
Wolverine is not a simple fool.
Before he lost his memory for the first time, this guy was one of the top high-end combat talents.
Fighters of various schools can easily fight with each other, but the regrown brain seems to have changed him a lot.
“The time for talking nonsense is better spent talking about business! I want news from a few people, such as Hulk’s location and so on.”
Logan casually placed the tablet on the table aside and spoke to Nick Fury with a serious face.
His physical condition shows his taboo against Black Bolt!
Logan did not tell the whole truth to Nick Fury, and he did not even reveal even one-third of the information.
“Most importantly, I need the Cosmic Cube.”
Logan's eyes were a little sleepy, and the adamantium spikes on his hands stretched out from between his fingers.
"And the last time I went to that place, it was full of corpses. I don't think you would mind telling me what happened."
Logan's red fruit threatens Nick Fury in front of him.
Nick Fury stood there without changing his expression, without any expression.
He knew exactly what the Cosmic Cube was, but he just couldn't show it.
He is not going to agree to Logan's request. Nick Fury believes that Black Bolt has the same attitude.
“Why! What on earth are you planning to do?”
Logan's voice suddenly became irritable, and the steel claw in his hand pointed at Nick Fury.
He felt waves of malice.
This is his talent, the beast's talent for perceiving danger.
Although not as sensitive as Spider-Man’s, Wolverine’s intuition in this regard is equally outstanding!
It seems like Nick Fury did something that will be harmful to him.
But he couldn't see the slightest hint of hostility on Nick Fury's face.
In terms of intuition and the pictures he sees, he trusts his intuition!
This chapter has been completed!