The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

“Yizur.”

 Anderson raised his head, looked at the door of the higher heaven in the sky, and spoke the name of the angel in a calm tone.

 He may be the next Archangel of Justice.

 High beliefs and a determination that almost never wavers.

 It is worthy of trust and deserves praise.

 It’s just that the contradiction between courage and justice seems to be passed on to the next generation.

 There was a slight conflict between him and Yizuer.

 Anderson's strength is still insufficient, but as the first subordinate of the Archangel of Courage in countless years, it is probably only a matter of time before he wants to be as powerful as Yi Zuer.

This contradiction is not one of strength, but of philosophy.

 Just like between Imprius and Tyrael.

"What?"

Colson felt uncomfortable all over.

The door to the higher heaven appeared in people's sight, and the power that had always been in conflict with the Demon King of Hell was also affecting the power of Diavolo in his body.

 “The gatekeeper of the higher heaven, a guy that a noble person will definitely see after death.”

 Anderson explained casually.

 He put the spear in his hand on the ground and looked at where Jin Bin was.

 “The location where Jin Bin is is in front? Then you can leave first.”

Anderson did not go to see Colson.

The feeling of walking with Colson is not good at all. Anderson doesn't like the current Colson. The disgust comes from the bottom of his heart.

 The power of the devil of hell will not be hidden from angels, and this time is no exception.

 It’s just that Prius and Auriel seem to have other arrangements.

 Anderson chose to walk the rest of the way alone.

 “If you want.”

 Colson’s forehead was covered with sweat and was reflecting light.

 S.H.I.E.L.D. is going to be busy again.

 What is the statement just this time?

 An experiment for a tech geek?

Coulson doesn't plan to go to SHIELD right now, as it feels more dangerous to him than Anderson in front of him.

It's better to contact other partners a little bit, otherwise all plans will be in vain if this continues.

Not far behind them, Imprius and Auriel slowly walked over.

 The sparse crowd did not notice them, or if they did, they would forget about them later.

 After all, courage and hope are things that can be seen everywhere, so they are not very noticeable.

 When they are remembered and called upon, that is the beginning of trouble.

“Seriously, you’re not going to talk to Bulcaisel?”

 Aurel's smile seemed to have not changed in a long time.

It’s as if that face was born to look this way.

“What do you say? Tell him that wisdom will eventually come? Or is it something that his position represents?”

 Because the Prius is a bit disdainful of these.

The archangels knew very well what the first ancestors of the barbarians were like, but they should not tell Bulcaisuo this.

“He’ll know, and if he falls, so what? Isn’t it Bulkesso that we need all the time?”

 Because the Prius’s fist is clenched.

Although this was what he had always thought, when he told the truth from his own mouth, he felt waves of chest tightness.

  【Human beings are really interesting.】

 Because the Prius thinks so.

 Place your fist on your heart.

“Your heart is beating fast, I can hear it.”

Aurel stretched out her hand and grabbed Imprius's evil wrist.

Those eyes opened, as bright as the sea of ​​stars.

 “Human beings are unpredictable, Israel said that at the time.”

 Aurel raised his eyes and looked at the higher heaven.

There is only one angel up there, Yizuel.

 Isreal is probably still with that blue figure now.

“Now, we are humans, just not the same as those Nephalem.”

Aurel said this.

 Then he slowly took out a brooch and placed it on Imperial's fist.

“The gift I gave you, I couldn’t prepare a gift for you on the day you became a human being. Now take good care of this blessing of ‘hope’.”

Aurel's body began to glow softly little by little, like a firefly in the last night before dawn.

 “What are your plans? What gift do you want to get?”

Prius put away the brooch, and then grabbed Auriel's wrist with his backhand.

 Pulling hope into one's arms.

 Fiery courage never knows how to restrain itself.

"I can not say."

 Aurel chuckled.

 Of course she won't say.

 Because courage is always fearless.

 Will take action based on a sudden thought, and will not notice that the ground he walks on is already full of wounds.

 A great idea.

If Auriel turns into the Archangel of Hope at this time, will all the humans present who have seen the high-level heaven transfer their hope from the hero to the god?

 An interesting attempt, now she needs someone who is willing to become an angel and is full of hope.

This is not right, but she must do it.

Aurel will be forgiven for being scolded by the barbarians, but the Prius will not.

 After all, Kanai owed her that!

 …

“Well, can I take away some souls to use as casting materials?”

Constantine looked at the wailing souls and said casually.

 Even though he was missing an arm, he didn't seem to care much.

As he spoke, he squatted down and used his good hand to pick up the cigarette that had only been smoked from the charcoal on his arm.

 Then he raised his head and looked at the guys upstairs.

“Okay, I’m just saying, playing with the soul will not end well, I know it very well.”

Constantine saw Nick Fury's face at a glance, so he waved his hand and said.

 The stumps on the ground were twisting little by little, and then completely turned into ashes on the ground.

“Director, I remember that S.H.I.E.L.D. has employee protection, right? Do you have any means of regenerating severed limbs?”

Constantine's face was already covered with cold sweat inspired by the pain, but his face was still cynical.

Nick Fury nodded, and then said:

“I feel like these protections don’t belong to you until your files are in SHIELD. I’m kidding of course.”

 A mage who is missing an arm is still a mage.

 Still deadly.

 Perhaps for Constantine, it can only be said that it makes him less interesting.

It’s just that if you can be complete, who would like the incomplete self?

Constantine took a deep drag on the cigarette, as if he wanted to put the butt of the cigarette into his mouth and chew it.

　Until this moment, the shadow of Mocott behind Rumlow slowly dispersed.

 An ancestor is with him, which provides a lot of security, but it is also a kind of supervision.

“Um, you mean you want to find us?”

 Rumlow glanced at the transformed Doctor Who above and asked a little doubtfully.

Out of breath is a sequelae of using excessive strength, but the hammer of ancestors wielded by Mocott was enough to bring him a lot of benefits.

 For example, anger should be any little trick that does not affect sanity when it is at its peak.

 “Yes, I think I might have to meet Bulcasso.”

 Doctor Who straightened his bow tie and said with a smile.

 Humans with great power are rare beings.

At least the power Rumlow showed was almost enough to give the Cybermen the final word before they could complete their upgrades.

Doctor Who straightened his body, and then looked at Melinda who just walked in.

Without saying a word, Melinda took out a marker pen from her pocket and quickly wrote her resignation on Nick Fury's desk.

 Then he left the scene without saying a word.

 It can be seen that she feels very relaxed now.

 But there is no such thing as an agent resigning.

 Resignation means betrayal.

 After all, people who work as agents have never heard of anything like signing an employment agreement.

 “Melinda, I’ll give you a long enough vacation.”

　　Nick Fury looked at the resignation letter on the table with his one eye, and then spoke unhurriedly.

Melinda is an excellent person and she knows what she is doing.

 Nick Fury chose to give credit.

 Of course there is surveillance.

 He has always been like this.

 “Get out!”

Melinda finally spoke, speaking vulgarly and extending her middle finger to Nick Fury.

 Fortunately, this is not an Italian-style gesture of contempt.

 Doctor Who looked at the situation in front of him and smiled.

 The accumulation of endless knowledge allowed him to quickly understand what the two people in front of him were performing.

 Vacation is just a reason to change to a secret job.

“By the way, do you have an amnestic erasing machine here? The kind of thing that can delete memories for a period of time by flashing it in the eyes?”

After Doctor Who finished speaking, he nodded slightly to Rumlow, which was considered a friendly greeting at first sight.

 “We are working hard.”

Nick Fury said this.

He wouldn't know that this kind of thing is very easy to come up with for Doctor Who.

Let alone know that in the world of Doctor Who, there is a poor man who has been working for many years and thinks he is the first day on the job.

 I hope that organization will pay wages on time.

 “I have it, so do you want to make an exchange?”

 Doctor Who made his request known.

 Still smiling.

 Don't even think about mature technology. He will probably come up with a one-time thing to demonstrate, and then give some kind of technology tree that makes it impossible to obtain materials.

 Alien technology never makes sense.

 “What do you want in exchange?”

Nick Fury looked directly at Doctor Who, wanting to hear the next terms.

 It is a good thing to be able to communicate.

“I want to be your organization’s news channel. This is considered a help between friends.”

 Doctor Who blinked one eye, then realized that his action was a bit offensive for a one-eyed dragon.

 A new and dangerous world, the TARDIS on strike.

The doctor needs some help.

There are no potato-like Shanta people here who have experienced hundreds of battles and can help him at any time, and there is no unconditional trust in any armed forces.

 In addition, the thing that looked like an angel and heaven from any angle appeared in the sky, which gave him some sense of urgency.

 That’s why we took the first step to seek cooperation.

“You can ask us for the information you need, but I cannot guarantee that the answer will be given.”

Nick Fury said this, and then jumped down from the big hole in the office.

　　quite classy.

Especially when the leather coat opens behind him as he falls, maybe Wayne will have some common language with him.

“Nick Fury, Director, do you have any secrets that you can’t tell?”

 Rumlow leaned against the wall behind him, took out a bottle of wine from his backpack and poured it into his mouth.

 Drinking alcohol is not a good thing, and alcohol has no benefits for the human body.

 But he gradually fell in love with this feeling.

“When will Steve come back? We need him.”

Nick Fury said to Rumlow in front of him.

He had no attitude towards Rumlow's teasing. He just took the wine from Rumlow's hand and poured it into his mouth.

　　It’s just a life substitute. The most you drink is getting drunk. At worst, you can just appear in another body.

 He is a little thirsty now.

“We have just parted, maybe he needs to finish talking about the good old days with the Winter Soldier?”

 Rumlow felt that every part of his body was weak and he couldn't lift himself up at all.

 Vaguely, he seemed to hear a dissatisfied "hum" from Mocott.

This was not an illusion, so he could only weakly twitch the corners of his mouth and reveal a forced smile.

 Being constantly cared about by elders is not necessarily a good thing for young people.

 “Probably, soon.”

  Rumlow gave the answer.

 They did not know that Bulcaisel became the Immortal King.

Perhaps they won’t feel much of a difference after Bulkesso appears in front of them.

 Still too weak.

 Weak Lian and Holy Mountain Lian cannot do it proactively.

Perhaps Rumlow will feel it sooner, after all, Mocott’s soul needs an uninterrupted connection with the Holy Mountain.

 A soft sound.

 A portal opened from the opposite side of Rumlow.

 Steve and Bucky walked over with smiles, and then their expressions immediately changed.

 Rumlow looked like he had gone through the battle, and Yi Zuer in the sky had not left yet, which made the two of them feel something was wrong.

 I immediately became alert.

“Space teleportation? That’s awesome!”

 Doctor Who looked at the portal and made a sound of appreciation.

 Even though this is not very related to knowledge.

 But it can be considered a great achievement.

“What is this? Demons have invaded?”

 Steve raised the Crusader shield in his hand, pointed it at the soul over there who was fading away from the mourning, and said with a serious face.

Bucky moved his brand-new arms, but he was not used to it.

This prosthetic limb brings together the barbarians’ few prosthetic limb manufacturing experiences.

 But this thing is very reliable, at least it will not be damaged by external forces.

It’s just that Bucky needs to ask Tony to make a manual control, otherwise the arm can only be smashed like a blunt instrument.

The last young man who used a prosthetic limb made by barbarians became famous.

　　called White.

White's prosthetic leg has also been used as a weapon, which can't be helped.

The prosthetic limbs made by barbarians seem to have no other advantages besides being strong.

“A mage and a barbarian together destroyed a Lord of Skyhammer, and then the angel from above came. It’s that simple.

 But I still like those angels with feathers on their wings. At least that’s the kind of existence I’m familiar with.”

Constantine said while holding a cigarette in his mouth, feeling the pain gradually subside.

 The injuries on his arms have begun to scab over since Steve showed up.

  Steve felt a little bit of the power of law during his brief study with Johanna.

Hopefully, although the Law of Hope cannot grant blessings on a large scale like Johanna, there is still no problem in accelerating healing.

"Who is this?"

 Steve frowned, watching Yi Zuoer slowly catch the soul of Johnny Blaze, and then "send" the vengeful spirit into the crystal door.

The movements are a bit rough.

"have no idea."

  Rumlow shook his head.

 The name of the angel was not something he should remember yet, it didn't seem to matter.

Morcott's voice came from his head:

“Yizur, Tyrael’s most trusted companion. The creator of the legend of Azure Fury.”

 A little explanation made Rumlow nod.

 “Okay, I have to admit that I lied before. This is Yizuel, a legendary angel.”

Hearing this, Steve raised his eyes and looked at Yizuer carefully.

Yizul is using energy to send Johnny Blaze's body to the other side of the crystal door.

“Higher heaven? How come it appears in this place?”

 Steve was confused.

If Johanna had not told him the news about the higher heaven, he might have been able to accept it better.

The "common sense" of a place of refuge that the High Heaven is not a place that can move at any time is broken at this moment.

 “Johanna?”

 Yizur said slowly, his figure still standing in front of the gate of heaven.

 But the higher heaven has begun to slowly disappear.

 It is good for angels to gain faith, but it is not so pure.

 He called out Johanna's name, naturally the idea came to him after seeing the shield in Steve's hand.

 The Crusader heritage includes names.

as always.

 And it’s easy to distinguish.

 The way to use power, and some subtle differences in fighting postures.

 This is enough to show the inheritance source of the Crusaders.

 “So, you changed your name?”

Constantine shook his head and said.

 Throw out the cigarette with only the butt left.

 “No, at least not yet.”

Angels don’t seem to have anything.

 Just the tragedy still made him dazed.

 Steve glanced at the souls that had finally lost their misery, feeling a little dazed.

 After the soul is cleansed and regains its sanity, it will naturally realize the tragedy that it is dead.

 Fortunately, few of these souls are saints.

 At least according to the standards of the Vengeful Spirit, these guys are all guys who deserve to be burned to death.

 In the blink of an eye, the place became a mess.

 The souls screamed, cursed, and began to scatter.

 Some faces were ferocious, while others were full of sorrow.

 The group is scary and blind, and every independent person will take some things for granted in the group.

This is what these souls are like.

 “Rumlow, can you still fight?”

Steve said seriously.

The hell in this world is over, and death is "crazy".

 The soul no longer has a transit point to go to the kingdom of death, and it also loses the attention of death.

 There seems to be only one place they can go now.

 Burning Hell!

 The Battle of Original Sin was constituted by the struggle for these guys.

 New demons and angels, endless battles.

Human beings are just props.

 “Hey~ of course.”

 Rumlow couldn't say no, Mocott was paying attention to him.

 So he didn’t even think about shirk.

“I ask again, can I take these souls and use them as casting materials?”

Constantine took out a new cigarette and took out the lighter that was crushed by the previous impact and looked at it.

Then he waved to John Wicker above.

 Then a lighter was thrown down.

 “Thanks, my ‘brother’.”

Constantine smiled, and then another ball of flesh and blood appeared on his hand.

 Devil's flesh and blood has a strong suppressive power on the soul. In the past, he had to pay great risks to get some demon's flesh and blood.

 It’s pretty good now, I can pick some up at any time.

 As long as you are accompanied by teammates.

“Constantine, the first mission SHIELD gives you is to capture them.”

Nick Fury said seriously.

 Studying the soul is something that many scientists have tried.

 Now that they have living souls as samples, those guys may be able to gain something different.

“Hey, asshole, haven’t my files been entered into SHIELD’s database yet?”

Constantine shook his head and said.

 The souls of some "bad guys", these have endless uses.

 “Now, you have been entered. Operator John Constantine!”

Nick Fury tapped the tablet in his hand and said.

 “Okay, as you wish, my leader!”

Constantine bowed with a smile and put one arm on his chest.

“I hope you can help me arrange the surgery to regenerate the amputated limb as soon as possible. After all, I am your only mysterious professional.”

Constantine threw the demon flesh and blood in his hand on the ground, and then wiped it casually with his feet.

 When he finished speaking, a simple magic circle was drawn.

 Nick Fury frowned.

He originally thought that mystery was a serious and sophisticated subject, but now it seems to be no different from what I was thinking about.

 At least the circle drawn by Constantine's foot was not very round.

 “Nick Fury, what are you going to do with these souls!?”

  Rumlow’s voice interrupted Nick Fury’s doubts.

 Barbarians do not support any means of playing with souls.

Morcott was watching, and that was Rumlow's idea.

 Steve pointed his shield at Nick Fury, also showing hostility.

　　He had not investigated the purple man’s matter before, but now he is targeting the soul?

 This is intolerable!

“Nick Fury, you’d better remember the lessons learned before! You have no way of controlling everything in your hands, and your desire to control will only bring danger!”

  Steve's voice became much louder.

 The shield began to glow.

That light, like a five-pointed star with two circles in it, reminded Nick Fury.

 The captain has changed, he is a Crusader.

Bucky used his good hand to take off the prosthetic leg, and then waved it.

 As a prosthetic, this hand is a bit bad.

But as a blunt weapon, this thing is enough to break Nick Fury's forehead.

There may be people who have no complaints about Nick Fury, but there are still some complaints among those present.

John Wick took a few steps back. Doctor Who and his two female companions took a few steps back with a somewhat embarrassed smile.

 Doctor Who doesn't have many clothes to change into, or generally only one set of clothes. Unfortunately, the clothes have already been washed.

 The clothes that everyone sees now are the last gift from the TARDIS before leaving him temporarily, so that he will not be seen as an exhibitionist in the eyes of others.

 But in fact, only the tie around his neck is real now...

 Others are virtual shadows after being affected by the optic nerve and retina.

 But in the eyes of ghosts, he has nothing to hide.

Of course, human shame has nothing to do with him. He is just an alien who looks somewhat similar to humans.

 He was just worried that he still needed to take a shower, which was a bit troublesome.