The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

"Is there any new news from S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Integra was communicating with Steve in the reception room, his legs crossed together, filled with the oppressive feeling of a superior.

As a strong woman who single-handedly supported Hexin, even though Integra is not that old, her magnanimity and strength are impeccable.

Just by looking at her, Steve could tell that the fighting ability of the woman in front of him might not be much worse than his.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s support arrived soon, and some information about the last team was also investigated."

Steve said somewhat dullly.

In the past few days, he has become the contact between Nick Fury and the team, and he has become very tired from the constant exchanges and reports.

Not everyone can be an intelligence officer, and Steve was exhausted just thinking about how to avoid being tricked.

"The final team has been assembled. As for when it will arrive in London, it is still under investigation."

Steve added, then leaned back on the sofa.

This posture is quite rare for a veteran who strictly disciplines himself.

"Since this is a positional battle, the M11 can also play a good role in a head-on confrontation."

Integra reached out and knocked on the table, with a sneer on his face.

She did not underestimate the last brigade. No matter what organization it was, it would be dangerous to have a group of extraordinary troops.

Moreover, as the last brigade is a remnant of the Third Reich, the danger has been greatly increased.

But in a head-on battle, human power is not something that can be ignored.

Modern weapons and equipment can cause considerable damage to vampire soldiers as long as they add a holy water baptism process.

Sometimes having more people is quite useful.

In low-level battles, humans themselves are the masters of this planet. No one can deny this.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is aware of demonic attacks occurring around the world and is targeting the Last Team."

Steve slapped his forehead with his hand. This was the latest news, and it made the whole situation a little out of control.

He has no doubts about the combat effectiveness of the human army. The question is when will the enemy arrive and how many will it have?

This information is completely blank, and Steve is not very optimistic about it.

Who can guarantee that the residents living in this city will be safe and sound?

The new demonic attack also made his understanding of his enemies meaningless. Before, he only knew that his enemies were vampires.

"Integra, as promised, I'm here."

Anderson's body is exuding low pressure. He was very angry at Neve's side and is still suppressing his anger.

The broken glasses on his face made him look unseemly.

Now Anderson is like an ordinary person who is still reviewing the "battle situation" after a quarrel, and then thinking, "I should have said that at that time."

Most quarrels and debates generate a build-up of anger that only builds up after the argument is over.

Just like when you see some "weird" remarks on the Internet, everyone will tell themselves that there is something wrong with the person who said that kind of thing.

But this can't stop everyone from getting angry and having headaches after watching the remarks. Coupled with an unpleasant conversation, this anger is even more deadly.

At this time, Constantine put his head in from the door in a shameless manner, and then let out a long breath before stepping in.

He didn't want to see Rumlow here, it would remind him of being punched in the eye socket and that annoying "I'm thinking".

For a person who respects knowledge and believes in the power of wisdom, there is nothing more cynical than solving a problem with just "I'm thinking about it."

"How much does the church know about the final cohort?"

Integura got straight to the point. She didn't have time to chat with people in the church. Father Anderson was also the kind of guy who knew nothing about diplomatic rhetoric, so he didn't have any objections to this.

"After the collapse of the Third Reich, some people fled to Italy, and it was the church that provided them with shelter."

When Anderson mentioned this place, his fists clenched.

He found it difficult to accept the fact that there was a guy who abandoned his faith within the church. Even though that guy had been crucified, he was still very angry.

Now Anderson is both "brainless" and "unhappy."

"We have cleared out the guy who violated the faith, but the final brigade has already begun to move."

You can even hear the soul-stirring coldness in his words, which is somewhat inconsistent with the flickering holy flames on his body.

"So does the church know where they will attack from? And who they are targeting?"

Integra occupied the leadership position at this time, and a cold voice sounded here.

She was not in the mood to listen to church gossip, and now she just wanted to know information that would help her take the next step.

"Unsurprisingly, the targets will be Accardo and London. The source of those vampires has been found out. They should be the midnight vampire who worked for the Howling Commandos back then, Mina Harker!"

When Anderson said this, he turned to look at Steve who was a little surprised.

"Captain America, the righteous man of God, has been famous for a long time. Because Mina Harker was captured by the Third Reich on the battlefield, these vampire troops now exist. I say monsters are not reliable at all."

The look Anderson looked at Steve was not polite at all, even full of aggression.

The title "the righteous of God" is not something that the church can laugh off.

The church is the authority. If they weren't concerned about Captain America's status in the United States, they would have started to denounce him long ago.

For the purity of their faith, most of the church's armed forces are fanatical believers.

"Mina Harker?"

Steve repeated the name, then stood up as if he remembered something.

"She is a vampire, time cannot kill her!"

"But the Third Reich can! According to our information, she is dead."

Anderson said with some joy, Steve's unhappiness was his happiness, and coupled with the death of an origin-level vampire, this was enough to make him smile, even though the smile was a bit ferocious.

"Then the battlefield is London. How do you plan to evacuate civilians?"

Steve was in no mood to argue with Anderson and asked directly.

Compared with the outcome of the battle, his first thought was the safety of civilians.

"The Secretary of State is organizing evacuation. We have to intercept the enemy outside the city limits."

Integra closed his eyes and said, this is a very difficult task.

Even including M11, a unit with rich experience in fighting monsters, the number of people on their side is still too small.

And mobilizing ordinary people to take refuge is also a difficult thing for this country.

There will always be people who do not believe in evil and will doubt and doubt, and then take to the streets to promote their opinions.

Now there is a tall man on the streets of London holding a broken handwritten wooden sign announcing "the end of the world", and some people actually believe it.

This simply makes Integra want to put down his dignity and hit people.

The enemy is not worth worrying about, so letting Accardo release the bleeding river in the city can solve the problem immediately.

"Then let Accardo release all his power. I have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time!"

Anderson smiled contemptuously.

The information on Accardo is not difficult to find, and there are corresponding records in the church regarding the unreasonable ability of "Blood River".

As long as Accardo completely releases the Blood River, then killing him himself will fully understand this "immortal" vampire.

Anderson is looking forward to this opportunity.

"If it is really necessary, Accardo will release the river of blood. But he will not lose."

Integra looked at the grinning Anderson and said unceremoniously. She knew the purpose of the church very well, and neither party had any intention of hiding it.

"I want to organize a small team and go directly to the position of the last large team to fight."

Steve tightened the shield on his arm and spoke his thoughts seriously to Integra and Anderson.

It was a good idea to defeat the enemy first. Integra was a little moved by this suggestion, but Anderson just grinned but said nothing.

"When will SHIELD be able to investigate the specific location of the enemy?"

"Nick Fury never disappoints when it comes to investigating news, and we'll find out soon enough."

Steve didn't have a clue about this, but he believed that Nick Fury couldn't turn a blind eye to this.

Investigating information, S.H.I.E.L.D. is professional.

Who knows if Nick Fury's undercover agent might be lurking in the final team? Steve still has a high degree of trust in Nick Fury's ability.

"Our goal is to deal with the monsters. It doesn't matter if we fight there. It would be better to say that we should deal with you pagans as well."

Anderson was a little weird when he said this, and it seemed like he didn't really want to do it.

A rational fanatic still has compassion for human beings. He is not like Maxwell who is willing to pay the price of innocent lives for rights and religion.

But he is just a sharp knife of the church and has no say in this matter.

"Now, we don't even know the location and number of the enemies, nor how strong they are. What do you think about this kind of battle?"

Integra put the question to Steve.

She is not very good at commanding large-scale battles, so professional matters must be left to professionals.

Steve frowned, clenching and unclenching his hands nervously:

"No matter what, this battle is bound to happen. Then set up a defense line first! And then use force to allow ordinary people to take refuge."

Steve said this with some difficulty.

This kind of "restricting freedom of life" plan is somewhat ironic when it comes from the mouth of Captain America, who represents the United States.

While there was a heated discussion in Helsing's reception room, all the forces within SHIELD were mobilized.

All attention was focused on the last group investigating.

This incident also affected the nerves of the US military. You must know that they were also the main force in the fight against the Third Reich.

If the final brigade can destroy London, will Washington be the next target?

They are not willing to gamble on this kind of thing, so they can only cooperate with the investigation with all their strength.

Especially the last group has the technology to transform people into vampires. The long life and mature transformation technology are what they need.

That is to say, we haven't found the location of the last group yet, otherwise they would have already started the battle first.

Crushing the remnants of the Third Reich is a just thing in itself, which is much more convenient than carefully planning Tony Stark's suit.

"Destroying enemies and retrieving important information" is something they are familiar with, so SHIELD is still facing pressure from the military.

These guys didn't want to just clean up the battlefield. If Britain hadn't agreed, they would have sent all their troops to London to assist in the defense.

At this time, Nick Fury was on the phone with Frank. After all, it would be a waste if he didn't contact someone he knew at the scene.

"Are there any supernatural happenings in London right now?"

Nick Fury asked directly the moment he answered the phone.

He knew that Frank took his son to visit London.

Even the report that resounded with singing and roaring throughout London had long been placed on his desk. After all, it was an excuse to fool all the ordinary people in a city, and SHIELD must have been involved.

They are also familiar with this job.

And now Nick Fury is having a headache about this.

Maria Hill returned to work after receiving treatment, but she seemed to be in poor spirits and had a layer of dark circles on her eyes that even makeup could not completely cover up.

"What are you talking about?"

Frank held his son with his left hand, glanced at the busy mages around him and asked.

He now lives in the Master's residence, and supernatural events are all around him.

There happened to be several mages wrestling in front of him with shields transformed by magic power. He was the referee...

This is quite supernatural.

"News about vampires and demons."

Nick Fury felt his eyebrows starting to fall.

He became even more stressed when he discovered that his stress alopecia was affecting his eyebrows.

This leads to a vicious cycle: more stress - hair loss - more stress - more hair loss.

Nick Fury knows Frank very well. Since he got such an answer, it means that there are too many supernatural events in London to explain clearly.

"I saw Blade before. He was wandering all over the streets. Does that count?"

Frank casually rubbed Jill's forehead and said, people always have little habits when thinking.

Jill: "?"

"It seems that what you know is not the same thing as what I need. So what can you say about Bulcasso?"

Nick Fury asked immediately. He would not directly inquire into the details. He preferred the results of personal investigation to others telling him.

"I wasn't around at the time."

Frank used a little more force on his hands as he spoke, and there was a scratchy sound on Jill's head as her fingers rubbed her scalp.

When Bulcasso performed the meteorite falling from the sky, he watched Bulcasso take off. That scene is quite shocking now that he thinks about it.

Gil's expression became like a cat's scalp being pulled backwards, and the corners of his eyes were raised.

"pain!"

When Frank heard this, he immediately withdrew his hand, hung up the phone in a panic and comforted his son.

Obviously, between Nick Fury's call and comforting his son, Frank chose to comfort his son.

Nick Fury on the other side directly misunderstood what Frank meant when he hung up the phone.

Perhaps it seemed to him that Frank was being threatened and forbidden to speak out.

So Nick Fury glanced at Agent Hill who was looking a little dull beside him, and after much hesitation, he called Coulson.

Now that he needed more accurate information, he could only transfer people from the two hammers.

Old Dugan and John Wicker are ready to go, and they will join the battle as a reserve force.

Hawkeye has also finished his vacation and is on standby, or in other words, under observation.

Agent Hill's current condition is obviously not suitable for overseas work, so he can only call Coulson or Natasha, and Natasha's current position is also questionable. Nick Fury has no better choice.

Although he keeps in touch with Steve every day, Steve is obviously not very competent as an intelligence officer.

…

The Holy Mountain of Harrogas is not too peaceful either. Although most of the new recruits who have been trained have returned, there is one more guy on the Holy Mountain after all.

This guy is not popular at all on the Holy Mountain.

"Bulkeso~ I really miss this name. I didn't expect that I could recover so quickly after staying in the Dark Soul Stone."

Andariel's voice rang out from Bulcasso's mind. Although her power was completely blocked by the wasteland suit, the voice could still be transmitted.

Without the strength to help, it would be difficult for Andariel to bewitch Bulcaisel the way she bewitched Aidan, but it was really annoying.

The talk of restoring strength is just what Andariel said casually. It is much more difficult to restore strength inside the Dark Soul Stone than outside.

If this stone didn't contain a bit of the remaining aura from the last time the Seven Demon Kings were sealed, Andariel would have had to wait several years to wake up.

"Shut up! Or I'll send Leoric in too!"

Burqaso squatted in the corner of the Holy Mountain and patted the ground hard, issuing an impossible threat, and then looked at the gate of the Holy Mountain with red eyes.

Putting Leoric into the Dark Soul Stone was just a matter of anger. Although Leoric could beat Andariel, who could barely speak now, she couldn't make any sound except screaming.

But Bulcasso didn't want to hear the sound of Skeleton King Leoric waving his scepter in his head.

The sound of Bulcasso when beating the devil with the mad king's staff is not unfamiliar at all. The sound is like beating beef mince on the chopping board with an iron rod.

It's not like Bulcasso was going to make Pee Andariel Pills, so why would he put the Skeleton King Leoric in it?

It's just that Andariel's voice was too noisy, so Bulcasso threatened her casually.

Using himself as a cage to seal the Demon King did not have no impact on Bulkeso, at least now his body began to exude the aura of the Demon King of Hell.

As for the gate of the Holy Mountain, Madoc has covered both sides of the gate with snow sculptures, and Talik's sculptures also have new shapes of the head buried in the snow and the one buried with only the head outside.

Mardoc has been doing this these days, and he even built a very large sculpture.

He stepped on Baal, and Baal stepped on Tariq's appearance.

That is to say, he placed the sculpture behind a boulder, otherwise Talik might not be in the mood to waste time by letting Leiko knock him over.

Precisely because Tarik was still in the cycle of taking one step forward and being thrown back three steps by Reiko, Madoc didn't worry about being beaten at all.

Korik was sitting on the ground rubbing a tendon left by hundreds of demons. He said that after rubbing it into a good rubber band, he made a slingshot and hit Olongus on the head.

Who knows what he was thinking about using a slingshot to counter Olongus's Ancient Spear skill.

Anyway, over a long period of time, each of these ancestors has almost become a pervert. Every thought comes one after another. Especially when there are no people on the holy mountain, these guys are releasing their natural instincts one by one.

Even the relatively normal Leiko found some fun in the process of overthrowing Talik.

This can be seen from the strange shapes of Talik's take-off.

As for the split half of Bulcasso's soul, which will not make any sound for the time being, it is Bulcasso's last line of defense against the Seven Demon Kings.

That consciousness will only wake up when Bulcaisso's will is about to collapse, and then once again add strength to the reason that is on the verge of collapse.

Otherwise, a long period of time would be enough to make the half of the soul inside go crazy.

Doing this can at least preserve Bulcaisel's sanity and buy time for the next humanoid Cage to grow up.

Those who are not strong enough cannot accept this kind of responsibility. The real test comes when the Hell Demon King begins to use his power to influence the host.

"Hey Bulcaisel, looks like you're getting used to it?"

Warusk quietly appeared next to Bulcasso and said, dragging one of the legs of the unconscious Thor in his hand.

"Is it appropriate for you to treat this guy like this?"

Bulcasso glanced at Thor on the ground and said a little irritably.

"Madoc can beat Luke unconscious, but I can't do what Madoc can do?"

Volusk threw Thor aside and sat directly next to Bulcaisel.

"Are you still worried about the rules of time?"

Warusk rubbed his beard and said, the impact of the power of time is really too great.

After the starting point and the end point are determined, the only thing that can be controlled now does not seem to be so important.

Warusk understands Burqasso's concerns.

"I don't care about my destined fate. How can I not resist when I meet those fates?"

Burqasso took out a bottle of strong liquor from the pocket on Volusk's waist, knocked off the bottle mouth with a hand knife, and poured it into his mouth.

Apparently he didn't care as much as he said.

"Israel knows the final outcome, but when did you see him do nothing on the battlefield? It's not even sure whether the Archangel of Fate is following the guidance of fate, so what do you have to worry about?"

Volusk slapped Bulcaisel on the back of the head, and then began to manifest his physical form with the help of his sudden increase in anger.

“I am XX! I will ‘unavenged revenge’! If you want to be angry, you don’t need to slap me!”

Bulcaisel stuck the wine bottle in the snow, turned over and kicked Warusk, who had just completed his physical form.

Then he sat on Warusk's waist and immediately started beating him.

Two iron fists with wasteland gloves hit Warusk's eye sockets firmly, and the dull thumping sound was replaced by Warusk's wild laughter.

But the laughter immediately became a little intermittent, because Bulcaisuo folded his hands into the shape of a hammer and hit Warusk hard on the chest.

By the way, you can also hear the sound of ribs being cracked.

Fortunately, the dead ancestors will not be beaten to death by Bulqessor again.

While being beaten, Warusk shook his head and took out a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

The nosebleed mixed with the wine spilled from being beaten made Warusk's beard change color.

After Bulcaisel stopped with his eyes widened, Warusk spoke slowly.

"Are you happy now? Now you owe me five bottles of wine. I don't want the wine you brewed before. I want your best batch of wine."

Warusk wiped his face haphazardly, and the nosebleeds and wine completely wiped his face.

"I'm used to it! You bastard, why do you come here to beat me for talking to yourself!"

Bulkiso rubbed the back of his head where he had been slapped. Warusk's hand was so strong that Bulkiso felt numbness from the back of his head to his neck.

"I just heard you said you wanted to send Leoric into the Dark Soul Stone together, so I came over."

Warusk said with a smile. He had been thinking about this "genius" idea for a long time recently and felt that it was really promising.

A Skeleton King who never dies and can be revived to full health within a short period of time after being shattered is enough to give those hell demon kings a headache.

The Skeleton King itself is not in a weakened state. When he wakes up, he is at his peak, and when he is broken, he falls into a short sleep.

In the seal of the Dark Soul Stone, the Skeleton King has a unique advantage compared to those hell demon kings who have to go through great hardships to collect a little bit of power as soon as they are sealed.

Just like hitting a sandbag can express negative emotions, but it also requires physical exertion.

But as long as you don't hit the sandbag, the sandbag will hit you in turn. Who can bear this?

In this case, it would be interesting if the Hell Demon King could recover faster.

"The question is, have you ever heard the sound of Leoric speaking? The sound of bones colliding and smashing together with the cold tone of speaking crazy words. Can you accept that it sounds every moment?

At least the devils of hell are sensible, and they won’t destroy my will by yelling!”

Bulcaisel roared loudly into Volusk's ears.

Leoric speaking without reason would be worse than the most severe tinnitus.

When tinnitus continues, it will only make it difficult to calm down and make it impossible to rest. However, the sound of tinnitus does not change most of the time.

Leoric had a routine when speaking. The skeletal body was like a repeater that had recorded what he wanted to say in advance and played it back and forth in a loop.

The voice was also ups and downs, full of the deceased's vicious attitude towards life.

This may have been Leoric's last bit of bad humor at the end of his life.

"Can you make ear plugs?"

"I'll make a hammer and stuff it in your head! Is it useful to plug your ears with the voice of the soul!"

Bulcaisel kicked Volusk to the ground and continued to punch him.