Pokémon Invasion Marvel

The interrogation method of the Candlelight Spirit is very simple, which is to absorb the blood and energy from Lester's body.

Especially under Emerson's instructions, he deliberately slowed down.

This feeling of being hollowed out little by little is undoubtedly an extremely cruel punishment.

This can be seen from Natasha who is watching.

Natasha tightened her combat uniform and pushed it back, but her eyes were still fixed on Candlelight and Lester.

Especially the blood line between the two is the focus of her attention.

Now she felt sincerely that she was just doing what she wanted to do.

This kind of questioning technique is beyond comparison with those she knows.

If she forced the enemy physically, this candle-like monster undoubtedly started from the mind.

At this time, Emerson took Felicia and Alexey away from here. He first needed to find a place to settle down for the two of them before he could continue with the next thing.

Felicia had already left with Emerson just now, when she suddenly thought of Alexei.

The surprise of seeing Emerson made her forget her true benefactor for a moment.

It was also Alexei's good luck. Because of S.H.I.E.L.D., he managed to escape Lester's life.

In the subsequent battles, although stray bullets would fall on him from time to time, the broken armor on his body did not cause much damage to him.

The reason why he didn't make any sound was because he was knocked unconscious by the hunter's pressure.

The body that had been traumatized repeatedly was unable to resist the dragon's power, and was stunned cleanly.

If Felicia hadn't thought of him, she might not have discovered him until the battlefield was being cleaned.

After comforting his little apprentice and asking her to stay and watch Alexei as a hero, Emerson returned to the yard alone.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, Emerson saw SHIELD agents gathered in a circle from a distance, and the one at the front was the black widow Natasha.

"If Nick Fury knew that you were doing this, would he want to train a new group of subordinates?"

"He would not have such thoughts, because this is his order."

The agents here are all like mutes. The only one who can answer Emerson's questions is Natasha, the nominal leader.

"Nick Fury really worked hard!"

After hearing Natasha's answer, Emerson immediately understood what she meant.

Nick Fury must have been secretly observing and had all the agents form a circle in order to get all the angles.

It is estimated that SHIELD's scientific research department is already studying the principles of candlelight's psychic abilities.

"Lester, do you have anything to say?"

Walking in from the road where the agents automatically separated, Emerson looked at Lester, who had shrunk by a full circle, and asked.

"Let...let...me go, I can...can...take you...to find..."

It took a lot of effort for Lester to raise his head. He looked at Emerson and said intermittently.

At this point, he still has not given up on survival, hoping to get a moment of respite.

"You are a man, I will help you."

Emerson's patience had been worn away, and he had no interest in continuing. After saying this, he motioned for the candle spirit to devour him directly.

Emerson's order to Candlelight Spirit was not only to devour blood, but also included Lester's soul.

Compared with other ghost elves, the biggest difference between the Candlelight Spirit and them is that he does not feed on emotions such as fear.

His recipes are very complex, but what he loves most is the blood and soul of living creatures.

This is why Emerson asked Arceus not to continue releasing Candlelight Spirit eggs.

Because this kind of elf is too ferocious, not to mention their feeding habits, and the fact that every time they evolve, they drain the trainer, they are destined to be unsuitable for training.

Emerson is not afraid at all of them studying the candle spirit. Not to mention that this is only the most elementary larval form. Even the final evolved form, the crystal lantern spirit, is not afraid of being studied by them.

Because everything has been doomed for a long time, he is the only one in the world who can possess an elf like Candlelight.

Things learned through visual research are ultimately just words on paper.

As the Candlelight Spirit began to release its speed, Lester's expression suddenly became twisted and ferocious.

"Ah! Oh! Ah!"

Emerson suddenly turned his head and stared at Lester's face. He actually heard a hint of amusement in the scream?

No matter how you put it, this is a bit unscientific!

Natasha's expression also became strange. She moved her position quietly, trying to stay away from Emerson.

"I think you're thinking something bad?"

How could she hide her little moves from Emerson?

With his back to Natasha, Emerson's faint voice came over.

"No! No! How could it be!"

"I just can't accept such a cruel scene!"

How could Natasha admit his statement? She immediately shook her head and denied it.

"When these words came out of your Black Widow's mouth, I was really shocked."

After teasing her casually, Emerson let her go and continued to look at Lester in front of him.

After observing for a few seconds, Emerson discovered that the sound just now was not accidental, because Lester's howling became more ecstatic.

"Zhuhuo Ling, what's going on?"

Since you can't see the reason, you can only ask the person involved.

No, it’s the elf in question!

"spirit!"

Zhuhuoling's answer made Emerson twitch the corner of his mouth.

It turned out to be a hunting skill passed down in the blood, with the purpose of making the prey unable to resist while being devoured.

"Withdraw, withdraw.

Just let him die in pain, we must respect other people's right to enjoy death!"

After figuring out what was going on, Emerson immediately asked Zhu Huo Ling to remove this ability.

How can we be humane when dealing with enemies?

Emerson felt that the way he educated the elves was not rigorous enough, and he actually neglected this necessary issue.

There’s a long way to go!

Hearing pure screams in his ears, Emerson felt normal.

The weird sound just now was really annoying, so stopping it immediately was the right choice.

"Let's all disperse. It's not the Middle Ages. Why do you still have the problem of watching executions?"

Seeing that SHIELD agents were still surrounding him, Emerson waved his hands and began to disperse them.

Although being noticed and saluted by so many people had no impact on him, it still felt strange, so it was better not to do it.

Natasha saw Emerson's attitude and waved to the surrounding agents, indicating them to do other things.

After all, she is still the nominal leader of this operation, so she still has this right.

"Come with me later."

Watching Lester's struggle become smaller and smaller, his voice gradually subsided.

Emerson suddenly turned his head, looked at Natasha beside him, and said this.

Natasha: "?"

She didn't understand why Emerson suddenly asked this.

Could it be that you have a crush on yourself?

Natasha looked down and saw her figure perfectly outlined by the combat uniform.

I thought with some uncertainty, she didn't deny that she was attractive, but it probably wasn't to this extent.

"I'll give you a gift. Consider it your reward for saving Felicia."

Without letting her think too much, Emerson took the initiative to tell the answer.