"Natasha, I think it's time for you to tell me what you have been doing during this time."
Nick Fury looked at Natasha who was drinking from a wine bottle, his face as dark as ever.
At that time, he was almost crushed to pieces by the explosion, even though his appearance was just a small accident.
“What’s wrong with vacation?”
Natasha raised her eyes and glanced at Nick Fury, as if the reflective head attracted her attention.
“S.H.I.E.L.D. needs your power, and you’re on vacation.
Man, do you want me to tell you who else sacrificed their life for world peace during this time?"
Nick Fury is still very good at kidnapping with "morality" and "responsibility".
He also knew very well that this reason was enough to persuade Natasha.
“So I have one less friend to drink with?”
Natasha said with a little blurred eyes.
The beautiful face showed some haggardness.
“Yes, Coulson died.”
Nick Fury hesitated for a moment before telling the news.
In his heart, if Colson was still "alive", he would definitely be pleased that he could play a role in world peace.
He is just a good person.
“How did you die?”
Natasha lowered her gaze and looked at the snow on the ground as she spoke.
“Are you planning to avenge him?”
Nick Fury twitched the corners of his lips and glanced intentionally at Li Zi, who was nestling in Hellboy's arms.
Now Hellboy no longer has the appearance of a demon, he just looks like a tall and burly man.
After Hellboy was crushed to pieces by Baal, Orec threw out his soul and the part of his human flesh and blood.
Although he still has considerable power, he has also lost some of the fragments of the rules of hell.
“It seems like another twisty story. But the only thing I can confirm is that it has nothing to do with you.”
Natasha let out a long breath of alcohol, and her eyes were a little red.
“Black Widow, S.H.I.E.L.D. needs extraordinary power to face the current chaos, come back.”
Duggan thus joined in the conversation.
John Wicker on the side is looking at everything around him carefully.
“Why don’t you go to Barton first? Damn, haven’t I never been trustworthy in your eyes?”
Natasha's words were full of sarcasm.
“I can apologize.”
Dugan said sincerely.
He even lowered his stiff neck.
“But I don’t accept it.”
Natasha said this.
“So, Director, when do you plan to start construction?”
A bright smile appeared on Natasha's face.
Just like she always looked like.
The time to relax has been long enough, at least Natasha plans to do something for Coulson's dream.
"tomorrow."
Nick Fury nodded.
After Natasha is taken care of, Hawkeye is also taken care of.
Patton had always been worthy of his limited trust, and he was still worthy of it now.
“Tony, I have always wanted to see you again and sincerely apologize to you again.”
Winter Soldier Bucky grabbed Tony's shoulder with his remaining arm.
Of course, this has something to do with Tony not wearing a suit.
“Winter Soldier? I don’t want to call you that.”
Tony raised his eyes and glanced at Bucky in front of him.
Compared to the existence of such a thing as the Demon King of Hell, the resurrection of a dead person does not seem to be worth worrying about.
Besides, Tony has already forgiven Bucky.
“You can call me by my name, Bucky Barnes. Whatever you want.”
Bucky said this.
There was a bit of sadness in his eyes, but it was better than the lifeless look at the beginning.
“Okay, Bucky, what do you want to see me for?”
Tony said with a condescending smile on his face:
“If it’s an apology, it’s not necessary. I had already forgiven you, but I didn’t expect you to make me feel the excitement of killing someone for the first time.”
Tony looks like a playboy now.
“By the way, have you seen the captain?”
Tony asked, looking at Bucky’s missing arm in front of him.
Obviously this guy has put a lot of energy into the "secret realm".
“No, not long after I arrived here, I met the demon named Baal.”
Bucky said this.
He has always wanted to meet Steve, but has never found the opportunity recently.
“It seems that you are not very lucky, but let it go. I forgive you, but I will never give you an invitation to my prom. You are somewhat incompatible with the world I live in, veteran.”
Tony patted Bucky on the shoulder, shook his body and went to find Rasuk.
He really forgave Bucky, but he wasn't so quick to let go of the loss.
This takes time.
“Good dog, that’s it! Bite, bite it!”
Barnar teased the husky in a loud voice, holding his own leg bone in his hand and waving it around.
On one side, Rumlow had a headache. He couldn't persuade this guy Barnard.
“Banaar, ancestor. After you came out of that battle, all you wanted to do was play with this husky?”
Rumlow made a last effort and asked quietly.
Even now he is still a little worried about "Barnar's temper".
“You want to say, why do I know about those sacrifices, but I act like nothing happened in this place?”
Barnar raised his eyes and looked at Rumlow, holding the husky in his arms.
The husky whimpered and seemed a little uncomfortable.
“We won’t hold a grand memorial service. It’s not because we are cool, but because in the previous world, we didn’t have time to do this.”
There was some reminiscence in Banal’s eyes.
“At that time, when you opened your eyes every day, you were facing the devil, and you had to face the torture of not having enough to eat every day. These things seem a bit far away to you.
So recruits, I hope you can have a good talk with your leader instead of waiting for us old guys to come up and tell you our life experiences."
Barnar’s expression was as calm as ever.
These words were all done by Vader before, but Vader is gone.
With Joe Rizzi together.
“Why don’t you go drink Tarik and chat now? Instead of staying with me? Or are you reluctant to part with this good dog? It doesn’t matter, I just keep it, and you can see this lively little guy at any time.
Now go find Tarik.
Now may be the only time you can hear his true words.”
Barnar said while teasing the puppy in his arms.
He no longer looked up at Rumlow.
Barnar has never been very optimistic about these new recruits.
So he behaves a little bit distant from others.
It is a tragedy that a world needs countless warriors.
But Barnard had no choice.
Either become a warrior and protect everything you see, or die a wailing death as a victim.
His dream as a child was to be a farmer.
…
“Bulquesso, I think we can talk now.”
Johanna sat on a stone opposite Bulcasso and spoke very seriously.
The armor on her body was constantly glowing, and it was obvious that her mood was not that good.
“What do you think of Steve?”
Burkeso said casually.
By the way, I moved my body, and the newly scabbed wounds cracked a little, and some blood oozed out.
“Bulkess, you are a warrior, you know what to do after being injured.”
Johanna frowned and said.
The Law of Hope on her body suddenly expanded in a circle, which helped the recovery of the injury.
“I met Steve at the feet of the secret guards. He is a hero. At least an upright man.”
Burkeso had no intention of talking about his injury. Instead, he talked about Steve.
He held the mountain-splitting ax in his hand and looked at it carefully.
This is Qualkek's treasure. Not even Bulcaisel has the opportunity to look at this legend in such detail.
Now, this legend was entrusted to Bulcaisel as a reward for the best warrior among the new recruits.
Among the young people Bulquesso observed, it seemed that no one was strong enough to carry the legend of Qualcaike without being buried.
This made him hesitate.
“Integrity may not always be rewarded, but villains always thrive.”
Johanna said softly.
“Okay, you want to know my purpose, right?”
Burkeso looked at Johanna in front of him seriously.
If Bulcaisel was still hesitant before letting Johanna know everything, now he is ready to let his partners share this responsibility.
“Now I don’t want to.”
Johanna looked directly into Bulcaisel’s eyes and said:
“I’m still not strong enough, that’s why you hesitate.
If I were stronger than you, then you would be the one begging me to bear these burdens for you.
Burkeso, I can feel that you have never been selfless enough to want to shoulder everything on your own.
It’s just that among us Nephalem, you are the most powerful, so you have to bear everything.”
Johanna dug into her backpack and took out a shriveled apple.
“This is the only thing I have to protect myself from the power of Malthael.”
This apple was lifted high, although it was full of wrinkles and had no trace of moisture.
But this apple is shining with a warm light.
It was the only thing Johanna had protected from death.
The seeds inside can still germinate, grow into a fruit tree, and continue to give birth to life.
“I plan to give this to Steve. If he can remain strong and strong, then I can also give him the name Johanna.”
“As long as you approve of him.”
Burkeso said.
At this time, Bulcaisel was suddenly shocked to notice the wrinkles appearing on Johanna's face.
As a Nephalem with infinite lifespan, wrinkles signify the aging of the mind.
Johanna is no longer the little girl he saved from the devil.
“We know nothing about Malthael now.”
“But I will only be stronger than him.”
Burkeso interrupted Johanna rudely.
“Will the strong be victorious!? Tell me! Aren’t those ancestors strong? Aren’t the first generations who fell under the conspiracy strong?
Burkeso! How long will you continue to deceive yourself!?
When you use your sacrifice to exchange for opportunities, until you use your life to prove that you have failed!?"
Johanna roared!
The power in his body keeps rising, turning everything around him into a prison of thunder!
“Fist of Heaven? It seems you have become stronger.”
Burkeso said with an expressionless expression.
Then he tore off the charred skin on his body that had been bombarded by the Fist of Heaven, and casually took out an earthen jar from his backpack.
That's the legacy of Qualkek.
The only drink left by this old general who practiced prudence and perseverance all his life.
Burkeso poured it into his mouth, ignoring the increasingly intense lightning strikes.
“You won’t keep winning. Bulcaisel!”
Johanna's voice was accusatory.
A bit sharp and full of sadness!
“I will win! I want to win more than anyone else.”
Burkeso said calmly.
Gently wiped off the mud seal on the earthen pot with his hand.
“So I won’t lose.”
After Bulcasso said this, he raised his head and slowly poured the wine from the earthen jar into his mouth.
“Bitter, just as I thought.”
He said softly.
Qualkirk's Bitters.
Burkeso had already thought of it.
This old general will only keep the most insignificant things to himself.
Even the treasures of farewell to this world are just the cheapest materials, piled together haphazardly, which is a bit disgusting.
“What on earth are you going to do?”
Johanna's gauntlet-covered palms firmly clasped Bulcaisso's shoulders, and aimed her face at Bulcaisso's face.
It seems that such an action can show her determination.
“That’s enough, Johanna! Since you’re not going to hear me out about my purpose, go and rest.
Your heir is coming soon. Now, go to him with a different look and encouragement.
Just like your teacher with you.”
Burkethal stared into Johanna's eyes.
He saw a bit of brilliance in his old comrade.
Johanna’s teacher is also named Johanna, and her teacher’s teacher is also named Johanna.
Perhaps it won’t be long before Steve’s name will be changed to Johanna.
In short, there will only be one Crusader named Johanna in the world at the same time.
A boring past.
“Bulkess, I will not watch you die in front of me.”
Johanna gritted her teeth and left these words, turned and left the scene.
But she did not clean up the thunder left on the ground.
The anger on Bulcaisel's body disappeared in a flash, and the snow on the ground rolled up and buried the thunder.
“Warusk, try it.”
Burkasso said casually, pouring the bitter wine of Qualkek on the ground.
Worusk did not reply.
Perhaps the wine was too bitter and made him speechless.
Not far away, Ancient One stood in the snow, accompanied by Casillas, the barbarian who had become pure.
Ancient Yi looked at Bulcasso silently, while Casillas stood behind her without saying a word.
They waited until Bulcaisel left the place before they started talking.
“Casillas, how do you feel about being a warrior?”
Gu Yi turned his back to his former disciple, and his voice was as erratic as the clouds in the sky.
“It’s not bad, at least you don’t have to think about where to get the power from.”
Casillas's tone was a little casual and seemed to be complaining.
“When you connected to the dark dimension and saw that it was me, what did you think?”
"I'm thinking that you are really lying to me. You are obviously the one who controls the entire dark dimension, or you are Dormammu."
Casillas said honestly.
The impact of that scene on him was no less than the feeling of having to eat black bread to satisfy his hunger after being knocked out by Kanuk.
He was like a toothless old woman chewing the bread stick in his mouth, trying to soften it with saliva.
“Not long before you contacted the Dark Dimension, Bulcaisel helped me completely deal with this guy Dormammu. From that time on, I gained strength and let go of a little bit of my burden.”
Gu Yi said slowly.
He took out a very simple packaged milk candy from his pocket, with a white rabbit painted on the candy wrapper.
She slowly turned around and gently handed the candy in her hand to Casillas without saying a word.
Casillas spent his childhood by her side, growing from a child to a young and promising mage.
Casillas took the candy from Ancient One's hand with some hesitation and carefully peeled off the sugar coating.
“Is my current path more suitable for me than being a mage?”
Casillas said this, his eyes full of expectation.
He slowly put the candy in his mouth and tasted it carefully.
“Maybe. In this world, being a mage is never free. But a warrior is free.”
Ancient One said this.
Powerful mages are controlled by Emperor Weishan and influenced by those who hide their names and do not know where they are hiding.
Using spells will have physical effects.
Even just because Emperor Weishan said "choose the Supreme Mage", they would gather together and engage in a brutal fight.
Such a mage is like a puppet.
“What does the mage have to face?”
When Casillas heard this, he suddenly raised his head and looked at his former teacher.
The anger in his body disappeared in a flash.
“Like Merlin?”
Gu Yi spoke softly with a peaceful smile on his face.
Casillas scratched his head and covered his face.
“I know, I will become the freest fighter. I will only fight for the people I am willing to protect.”
Casillas's voice was a little low and hoarse.
“That’s best. Now, go find your guide and wait for your prize.”
As Gu Yi said this, his figure flickered and left the place.
The figure of Jotun Kule appeared in front of her.
“Mage, I think you may be one of the few smart people in this world? So will you tell me whether you are a smart person or not?”
Zortun Kule's drake voice squeaked.
“What do you want to steal? As a powerful mage like you, I don’t think I can do anything to help you.”
Ancient One said this.
There is no emotional fluctuation at all, it is as clear as well water.
“It seems that you are not very smart, or are you pretending to be stupid?”
Zordon Kule continued.
His eyes were locked on the Eye of Agamotto hanging around Gu Yi's neck!
Or rather the time stone!
A world never produces a group of gods without conflict.
Just like light and shadow, this world should have the incarnation of rules that are opposite to eternity.
And the Infinity Stones are like that.
“You hid this from Bulcasso?”
Gu Yi asked.
Jotun Kule was enough to let the Ancient One die quietly, but Bulcaisuo would eventually know about it.
The sacred mountain of Harrogas at his feet will not hide anything important from Bulcaisel.
“Worusk and I hid the secret from Bulqessor together. Will this answer surprise you?”
Jotun Kule laughed at the top of his lungs.
A stone flew up from the ground and passed through Zoldun Kule's body.
“Okay, it’s just a joke.”
Zordon Kule dug into his pocket and pulled out a notebook.
"I'm going to make a deal. As a mage, you are very talented and have the most important thirst for knowledge. Then I will point you to a completely different path. Can you lend me the Time Stone?"
Zordon Kule said this.
He learned about the existence of the Time Stone from Warusk's mouth.
So I came up with some ideas.
Let Bulcaisso fight against all enemies. It saves trouble and effort, but who can guarantee that Bulcaisuo will not fall under the conspiracy?
Jordon Kule is not one to put all his eggs in one basket.
"cannot."
Gu Yi said silently.
As the holder of the Time Stone, Ancient One does not have much grasp of the rules of time.
But she knew very well what the gem in her hand represented.
This is a symbol of the rules of this world.
What will happen if the concept of time is lost?
Will people from countless years and generations appear in the same scene?
Or will everything become nothing?
This world does not have a group of Time Lords dedicated to repairing the timeline to maintain everything normal.
Gu Yi would not take this risk.
She has long passed the age where she can have a hot head.
“Even if I tell you what I’m going to do with it?”
Zortun Kule’s voice was a bit bewildering.
"cannot."
Ancient One repeated his answer again.
The mana in his body, which was like a well compared to Jotun Kule, began to swell.
“Guardian of the World? I thought no one but Bulcaisel would put himself in such a foolish position.
In a sense, you are as annoying as Bulcaisel."
Jotun Kule smiled with a grin on his face:
"But if I want to rob him, what can you do? You are not as powerful as Bulcaisso to refuse me."
“This is Harrogath.”
Ancient One looked at Zortun Kule with contempt.
“Yes! Yes! This is Harogath! This is the territory of the barbarians! I don’t dare to risk being hunted down by Bulqessor to do anything unjust here!
But can you stay on Harrogath forever?"
Jotun Kule said angrily.
He had no intention of using the power of the Time Stone to do anything bad.
But this is not the reason why Gu Yi believed in him.
“I need the power of time to give Bulcasso another chance when he faces those potentially powerful enemies.”
Jotun Kule said his purpose with a stinking face.
“What do you get?”
Gu Yi raised his eyes and looked at the tall figure of Jotun Kule.
“Why is my selflessness always regarded as having ulterior motives?”
Zortun Kule’s sharp voice sounded, a little crazy.
The first time he reminded Nephalem, he was also questioned like this.
Perhaps it’s because he has a bad face?
It seems a bit inappropriate for an ugly guy to want to be a hero?
“Now, I will give you my notes, but when that moment does come, I will seize the time by force.
I have fulfilled my obligation to inform you, but you are not stupid enough to tell this to Bulcaisel, are you?"
Jotun Kule gritted his teeth and said.
After saying that, he left here, leaving only a notebook on the ground exuding strong mental fluctuations.
Gu Yi looked at the notebook on the ground, ignored the possible risks, and reached out to pick it up.
Becoming stronger is the pursuit of never falling behind.
Just like Zoltun Kule said, the Ancient One does not have the ability to say no to the stronger.
…
Frank held up his gun and shot a gangster into a beam of light that flew into the ring on his hand.
He curled his lips and put the shotgun on his shoulder.
The streets are now in chaos, and for the safety of his family, he has to go out to deal with these troubles.
This is already the thirteenth annoying spirit he has dealt with.
Those gangsters showed the most despicable attitudes after getting superpowers.
Although there are sporadic people who show the concept of justice, those unsteady beliefs and illusions will soon be defeated.
After all, villains are best at adapting to strength.
Most of the time this is the case.
“Who are you?”
Frank said to the woman in green tights in front of him, very impatiently.
He didn’t know what madness led Death to distribute death rings and life rings at will. Those guys didn’t seem to be able to control their desires at all.
This will only bring confusion.
The green figure in front of him made him feel a little bit familiar.
But the ring on his hand conveyed a strong hostility to Frank!
“You can call me Green Lantern or Frank the Punisher. You don’t think you’re the only one special in this world, do you?”
The man in the green tights said silently.
Frank looked closely at the woman's face, but his eyes were all focused on the dark green eyepatch.
Can't remember what the person in front of me looks like at all.
"Purpose!"
Frank pulled the bolt and pointed the gun at the guy who called himself Green Lantern.
His answers to those who pester him are always direct and rude!
Frank was in no mood to play hero pretending with some super-powered freaks, and he never considered himself a hero.
“End this chaos. These men with rings have made a huge difference.”
Green Lantern said this.
The tone that vaguely gave off the air of a secret agent made Frank frown.
“Is that bastard Nick Fury still hiding this power in S.H.I.E.L.D.?”
"whatever you think."
Frank's test did not lead to a definite conclusion, but from this point of conversation, Frank has narrowed down the scope of this person's identity.
Although not everyone knows about S.H.I.E.L.D. and Nick Fury, not everyone will show nervousness when hearing these words.
However, people who have no emotional fluctuations are only elite agents or similar statuses.
Facing this kind of person, Frank has only one answer!
“Coax!”
The gun in his hand!
The projectile turned into a dark smoke-like substance and enveloped the body of the person in front of him!
In close combat, the destructive power of shotguns is higher than that of submachine guns.
And Frank doesn’t need any suppressive firepower!
“Frank!”
Green Lantern roared and raised his right hand the moment before Frank fired!
The too conspicuous ring on it emitted a burst of green light and turned into a shield.
The style of the shield is exactly the same as the one in the hands of Captain America.
The power of will.
Imagination is a method of using the power of will.
The black barrage and the green shield collided with each other, making a muffled sound!
“Hill?”
The name of Agent Hill came out of Frank's mouth.
But the gun in his hand has no intention of stopping!
The shots were fired one after another, and the huge impact caused Hill's figure to retreat continuously.
That green shield also has cracks!
"I don't know how you got this power, but you are dead."
Frank said this.
The firearm in his hand changed its form and became a submachine gun, pouring out ammunition continuously!
With his free hand, he took out a grenade from the inside of the pair. After Frank bit it open and pulled it apart, the power of death was poured into the grenade.
While maintaining suppressive fire, the grenade flew directly over!
“People who suddenly gain superpowers are either crazy or in trouble! You are the same!”
Frank said coldly.
He knew about Agent Hill.
As a level 10 agent of SHIELD who is organized but not under control, Frank knows exactly which force Hill represents.
He is very aware of what the World Security Council does to SHIELD.
And Hill is one of the sources of this trouble!
Nothing good will happen if you come to your door!
The ring on Agent Hill’s hand shows a stronger green light!
The green light turned into a spherical shield and blocked it in front of him!
The grenade exploded suddenly, and the power of death and the power of will began to collide!
And this kind of collision is like an innate opposition, like adding fuel to the fire, creating a distant roar!
“It seems like Death hates this power?”
Frank continued to fire the gun and spoke casually.
This is a very rare experience.
In the past, when facing some superpowers, the death ring would constantly remind Frank that he was an interesting soul.
When facing Hill, the death ring conveys the order that the opponent must be killed!
Frank is suspicious.
But this does not prevent him from choosing to continue attacking!
In order for his lover and daughter to continue to appear in the world, he cannot go against his death wish!
“I thought you’d be a hero, Frank!”
Hill roared!
That burst of green light began to condense.
turned into a metallic battle suit and enveloped her body.
Frank frowned. He had seen this thing on the news.
It’s just that this outfit is not in gold and red.
Honestly, Agent Hill's imagination is somewhat lacking.
Besides, there is no one who can give her some guidance on how to use the green light ring.
It’s not that agents have no imagination, but their imagination needs to be limited and displayed in the right place.