At this time, on the sacred mountain of Harrogas, Nick Fury and Frank Custer were watching this very grand ceremony just from the preparations.
In Nick Fury's eyes, it was obvious that the barbarians were up to something. And this was definitely not a party-like security incident.
But he doesn’t want to worry about anything now.
This is Harrogath, and Nick Fury is not going to rush in front of the barbarians and shout slogans like "human rights" to try to stop them.
He knows very well that these guys cannot be stopped.
Perhaps in Nick Fury's eyes, most events in the world cannot be considered safe, but they are at least controllable. Even if the consequences occur, they are still within the tolerance of the earth.
It's like a study of the Purple Man.
Only this time, it seems to be different.
Although Nick Fury couldn't explain why, he just knew that this time it was different!
But what else can Nick Fury do?
He couldn't find any reason to stop the other party from continuing like this. Could it be that he said something like "your actions endanger world peace"?
This will only make him look incompetent and stupid.
He has already experienced the stubbornness of barbarians, at the cost of almost being directly defeated.
“Frank, do you have anything to say?”
Nick Fury can only turn to his old buddy for help, but such questions are full of pretentiousness in Frank's eyes.
Even a little annoying.
Frank raised his head and glanced at Nick Fury at a somewhat slow speed: "If you plan to fool me, you'd better cancel your follow-up plans now. Otherwise, I will definitely let you taste the feeling of approaching death!"
This sentence is quite powerful, and Nick Fury does not doubt the authenticity of this sentence.
He could swear by the gun Frank had aimed at his head!
Frank pulled his child close to him and looked at Nick Fury with wary eyes.
Staying with his children is one of the rare times when Frank can find comfort in his heart.
He is full of hostility towards anyone who wants to break this feeling. Even if it is his old buddy, he will not be too polite.
Hearing Frank say this, Nick Fury's face turned a little bitter.
The feeling of approaching death?
This is something Nick Fury has felt almost every moment in the past few years.
It’s just that he hasn’t figured out what to say to Frank in front of him yet.
Especially now that Frank has become a weapon in the hands of death.
Death Agent, this title is much cooler than Punisher.
And the power represented is much stronger.
At least, this kind of existence is more competent than annihilating the messenger of death who does not deserve the name.
"Man, if I do anything to you later, I hope you can remember that I am trying to save your soul."
Nick Fury said this to Frank, his eyes serious.
Just a little trembling in the voice.
It doesn’t seem like he is afraid or anything like that, it seems like he is dealing with the aftermath.
Frank has never seen Nick Fury like this, which makes him feel a little uneasy.
Nick Fury's current performance has turned the one-eyed man into a different image, and he no longer wants to be the guy who can get everything done.
“If you can’t tell me your plan now, you’d better tell me what you did after the action, before my bullet goes through your skull!”
Frank's words were full of threats, but he chose to believe the other person.
Who else can the Punisher trust in this world besides the One-Eyed Man?
After all, the two people have a life-long friendship.
Even the word “life” is not enough to describe their trust in each other.
Frank doesn't care whether he's a mortal or a non-human. As long as he's in the human category, he has the possibility of being killed.
So Frank has never been in awe of Nick Fury.
"Only one time!"
Nick Fury said firmly, and the seriousness in his one eye made Frank want to laugh a little.
Nick Fury was so serious that Frank would have thought it was a joke.
So his smile just stopped at the category of "wanting to laugh".
“You mean just once?”
Frank asked this with a strange expression on his face, as if his smile was interrupted by pain.
His old friend still chose to believe him, even if only once.
Frank just hopes that this time he won't pay too heavy a price.
"Only one time!"
Nick Fury nodded, with an emotion called "relief" on his face.
Then they walked directly out of the stone house where they were.
He has achieved his purpose of coming to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, and the next thing will have to wait until he returns to S.H.I.E.L.D.
Nick Fury walked as if there was no one around, with his back facing the direction of the Elder's Temple, which was the direction leaving the Holy Mountain.
You can see some ancestor spirits along the way. They just looked at Nick Fury silently without saying a word.
That kind of performance is enough to make a normal person palpitate.
And Nick Fury was indifferent. He didn't care about this, it was just a look.
Unless the eyes of these ancestors can cast a look that could kill him, there is nothing to care about.
He was no longer interested in what the savages were going to do.
In any case, even if he knew something, he was unable to stop it at this time. It would be more appropriate to focus on the aspects that he has been paying attention to since a long time ago.
Frank stood there, looking at the figure of Nick Fury that had hardly changed over the years, and turned the ring in his hand thoughtfully.
“Jill, I think we can go see the teacher that guy has prepared for you.”
Frank rubbed his child’s forehead and spoke softly.
Frank was unable to find any information about Wolverine Logan from his memory, but he still chose to believe in the advice of his old friend.
There may be countless idiots in the world who would offend the Punisher, but Nick Fury's name will never be among them.
Because that guy is the guy in the world who knows best how much damage the name Punisher can bring.
Say he is an ordinary person?
That was just before he put on the ring!
Frank felt that the power of the ring to keep out the cold was getting stronger little by little, and the powerful Frank himself felt a little afraid of this power.
He seemed to be feeling a bit like Nick Fury.
Death is approaching all the time!
This is true for any life.
“Father, do you need me to do anything for you?”
Gill said this, and his words made Frank's face become a little stiff.
Gill is no longer a helpless kid, he and Nick Fury have been tested.
The destructive power was a bit beyond their imagination.
It is no exaggeration to say that Gil now really has the ability to help Frank, but he may not be ready to become a warrior yet.
“I need you not to tell your mother about me teaching you how to hunt.”
Frank softened the expression on his face and spoke softly.
…
In New Asgard, Thor and his sister were patrolling the territory bit by bit.
Although compared to the original Asgard, the size of this land is somewhat insignificant.
It’s not even a prosperous town.
But now, Asgardians no longer need such a huge living area.
They are just the inheritors of the name Asgard, just a group of homeless exiles who have settled in this land.
Deep in their hearts, these surviving Asgardians have actually accepted the fact that they are being protected by others.
They are no longer the guardians of the nine realms, they are just a group of wanderers who have found a place to live.
Thor was walking slowly, with Mjolnir in his hand constantly trying to lean on the hammer in his other hand.
He just smiled in relief, his "brother" with the hammer was still more favored by Mjolnir than he was.
But he was relieved long ago.
Because he is the new king of Asgard and shoulders the expectations of his people.
And the power awakened in his body gave him more confidence to face the guys in this world.
Odin's divine power is constantly getting stronger in his body, and he can feel this.
And the bloodline belonging to Nephalem allows his body to withstand this kind of power better than Odin himself.
At least, Thor can't see the day when he needs to "sleep" to extend his life.
“Sister, what are we missing now?”
Thor raised his eyes and looked at the sky, asking Hela behind him.
His voice was filled with strong pride.
This new home was built bit by bit under his hands.
He has nothing to be proud of, this is his new home.
“Lack of a battle to reshape glory, my brother.”
Hela’s voice is no longer cold, but has a lazy tone.
With no ambition and no longer wanting revenge, Hela began to gradually enjoy this leisurely pace of life.
There is no need to lead soldiers to conquer one place after another, and there is no need to face flesh and blood and swords every day.
Now you can freely choose from the clothes and cosmetics sent by humans every day. This quality of life seems to be more interesting than constant fighting.
It’s just that even she herself is not sure how long it will take for her to feel tired.
In many cases, Immortals’ pursuits are more focused on spiritual satisfaction than material things.
Glory is one of Asgard's pursuits, used to create some waves in its long life.
“The glory of battle has always been given to people like us. In fact, there is no glory in fighting. What is glorious is victory.
And victory comes in many forms.
There is only one thing we lack now, and that is our younger brother.
I didn’t believe what he did before was from his original intention, now I want to find my family back!”
Thor said this with a smile on his face.
The light of thunder flashed in his two eyes.
Obviously he has grown a lot during this time. Even Hela has to admit that his younger brother has finally surpassed his older sister in strength.
While Hela and Thor were talking about this, the two crows seemed to have heard enough of this conversation and flew away from the tree branches.
Like an ordinary crow, it didn't disturb anyone.
Haila twitched the corners of her lips and cursed "old thing" in her heart, but she didn't make any move at all.
The two crows have their own names, Fukin and Wu Ni.
In a distant place, an old man was staggering on the road.
Without any apparent purpose, two crows cawed strangely and landed on his shoulders.
“Okay honey, tell me if my stupid son has been run around by his sister.”
This old man is obviously Odin.
Under the protection of Yizuer, he survived.
Just what he saw and heard in the high-level heaven still made it difficult for his body to bear the growing power.
His life is coming to an end.
“Gaga, the great god of gods. Thor makes Asgard prosperous!”
The crow said this, and Odin's face became much calmer.
“God of the gods, Hela has changed, and now she looks like a great goddess.”
Another crow said this.
The two divine ravens have been with Odin for who knows how many years, and Hela and the others are equally familiar with them.
Even compared to Thor, they are more familiar with Hela.
Odin even raised the corner of his mouth, then slowly took out a piece of bread from his bag, slowly broke it into pieces and fed it to the two crows on his shoulders.
“Hela has always been great, but she left too hastily. It’s not bad now, isn’t it?”
Odin muttered softly, and at this moment, Hela and Hela, who was far away in New Asgard, smiled.
“My life is about to end. What role do I have for you demon gods now?”
Odin slowly straightened his back and looked at the figure that appeared in front of him.
He will never forget this figure in his life. Even if his life disappears, he will keep the guy in front of him firmly in his heart!
Diavolo!
“I want to see if a being who can make fear disappear from the depths of his heart will be a little shaken when he sees me.”
Diavolo’s figure said this.
Although this is not his real body, as a phantom, it is powerful enough.
“Of course I’m still afraid. For example, right now I’m afraid of you going to the children’s new home, so I’m ready to risk everything.”
Odin said calmly.
His life can be declared to end from the moment he lands in the higher heaven.
Every extra moment is earned.
“A human being once said this. I just thought it was a joke.”
Diavolo said this.
He was obviously talking about the wise king of Khanduras, the Skeleton King Leoric.
At the end of his life, the last thought of a crazy guy was to let Diavolo's will disappear with him.
Such an idea seemed somewhat ridiculous to Diavolo at the time, and it was overestimating his capabilities!
But both Leoric and Aidan gave Diavolo a new understanding of the Nephalem.
Will the guy in front of you be next?
Diavolo doesn’t think so.
There may be many noble people in the world, but in the eyes of those guys in the High-level Heaven, it is impossible to retain that level of will when facing the fearful demon.
Diavolo, who has mastered fear, has never failed in a battle of wills!
It doesn’t matter whether the guy in front of him is more powerful than him, or whether the other person is more destructive.
As long as fear exists, he will never fail!
This chapter has been completed!