Dark Savages Come To the United States

In the palace of death.

Tyrell looked at the death in front of him thoughtfully.

"You mean, there are stronger existences among you?"

Tyrell wasn't surprised.

After all, he has heard many stories about devouring the rules of another world from the mouth of death.

Depending on the harvest, the gods of this world have also undergone tremendous changes.

For example, mastering the existence of time has not officially appeared in front of everyone until now.

"Yes, Eternity is just one of the guys who master new powers the fastest. I also have a sister, and her harvest is the biggest."

Death spoke quietly.

Then he took a somewhat small teacup from Mina Hark's hand, and slowly sipped it.

If it weren't for the very unstable breath on her body, Tyrell might think that the death in front of him is a rational existence.

Sister of death, that would be nothing but infinity.

A being with many authority over time, space, matter, energy and reality.

She is still sleeping now, and there are reasons why she was seriously injured in the previous battle, but there are also reasons why she has gained too much and cannot turn it into her own strength in a short time.

The original time of this world is under her control.

It's just that right now, the existence called Infinity is still in a deep sleep, and may be forcibly awakened at any time.

A sleep-deprived man is not very good-tempered, and death was just an inoculation for Tyrael.

"So, what are you telling me all this for?"

Tyrell asked calmly.

Intentionally or unintentionally, he looked at the surrounding environment.

He would also be curious about the power of death, after all, Malthael spent a lot of effort to get the power enough for Tyrell to pay attention to.

"Maybe I'm just bored, the current you are not the Archangel of Justice who can negotiate with me, the current you are just a dead person.

Weak, I just need to blow one breath and you will be completely in the past. "

Death smiled foolishly, teasingly.

"You want to bring Leoric back in your own way?"

The question Tyrell asked was a dead-set one.

Death is not difficult to understand, as long as you can really look at her directly.

After all, this death has no influence of wisdom.

Death made no rebuttal to Tyrael's words.

She is not an existence who will pin all her hopes on others.

For a long time, she was the one who listened to wishes most of the time, and making a wish was too far away for death.

"In other words, you plan to wake up your sister?"

Tyrell became more and more sure of his guess.

As a human soul, when facing death, there is a risk of overturning at any time, but this cannot stop Tyrael from continuing to explore the truth he wants.

"More than that, Tyrael."

Death finally responded to Tyrael.

It's just that the current attitude towards death is obviously a little contemptuous.

"The reason I'm telling you this is just to hope that when Leoric returns, someone can inadvertently tell him that there is a person named Asila who has done a lot for him."

Death said so.

Like a shy girl.

It's just that Tyrell couldn't identify the truth of these words.

Shu Terrell couldn't understand the mentality of a licking.

"I think you didn't tell the truth, at least not all of what you said."

Tyrell said bluntly.

Death turned his head, and then looked at Tyrael with a skeleton face.

"What if I could bring you back to life?"

The words of death stunned Tyrell for a moment.

It seems that there is nothing strange about the matter of life and death being mastered by death, but there is something wrong with it.

"Tell me the price!"

Tyrell reacted quickly.

He didn't believe that death would help him free of charge, so he asked the price in advance before making a decision.

"There is no price, do you dare to trust me?"

After Death finished speaking, he let out a series of giggles.

Tyrell chose to remain silent.

...

Mount Harrogath.

The situation has improved a lot these days, at least not as tense as before.

After all, Sonya has recovered her health, and she is just a little confused about her state for a while, which is not a problem.

Instead, the question of how to deal with Mr. Immortal Craig was brought to the fore.

The reincarnation of a monk basically determined the path he would take in the future, but he still needed a little bit of the most important help.

blood!

In this matter, Karasim and Vandaloni, who have been integrated with Craig, can't help much, and these two consciousnesses have gradually fallen asleep.

Their experience and power are fully integrated into this living body, waiting to be awakened one day.

Maybe Craig will become a new legendary monk by then. At that time, he will completely accept all of the two "previous lives" and walk out of his own path.

"Jortun Kule, come here!"

Bulkelso roared, and the soul of Jotun Kule floated forward with some curses.

All he could think of was that Bulkelso planned to make him a tool man again, and he did not hesitate to take out weapons to threaten him.

Well, it's a somewhat sad story, but it's not without its benefits.

For example, the conditions that Bull Casso would give.

"A legend, and my blood."

Burkesso gave the conditions that can be delivered now, and looked at Jotun Kule.

These things may not be very precious, after all, as long as you are willing to look for the blood of Bulkelso, you can still find a lot.

At least there are some on the ground right now.

However, Bul Kasso just needed Jotun Kuller to operate Kanai's Box, and this price was enough.

The resurrection of a soul does not only require a strong will, it also requires a body that can bear his strength!

"I can get rid of the legend, can I replace it with a corpse that is strong enough?"

Jotun Kooler put forward his own conditions with a smile.

Not an excessive condition.

After all, the concept of "powerful" is also relative.

The remains of Odin's level of existence can also support the short-term use of Jotun Kulle.

This is probably a test of Bulkelso's bottom line, to see if Bulkelso's so-called moral standards will change due to some things.

This will affect whether some of Jotun Kooler's plans need to be prepared in advance.

"Delivery time unknown."

Bulkasso raised his eyes, and answered somewhat erratically.

Sonya was already warming up.

Bulkelso has some things to do now, and he doesn't really want to make a restoration-level combat relationship with Sonya.

So he set his sights on Lei Kou.

He just promised to find a body that is enough for Jotun Kuller to use. There is no urgent request for time, so he just needs to wait.

As long as the existence of this world is not a god, then the lifespan is limited.

The corpse of a strong man who died naturally can also reduce the threat of Jotun Kulle.

It doesn't matter if you promise to come.

"Well, I've always worked my ass off."

Lai Ko instantly understood what Bulkelso meant when he looked over.

He twisted his neck and made a series of noises.

It's not wrong to use weapons, just treat it as simple wrestling.

Both of them are female savages, and there will be no inconvenience or anything like that.

Although it is not uncommon for them to fight across genders.

"Johanna's blood and your blood? Are you going to make a son? Haha~"

Jotun Kuller laughed out loud.

The blood of the monk, this thing must be reconciled.

It is a not very kind joke to use such words to tease Bulkasso.

But Bulkelso wouldn't care anymore.

Some jokes would hardly have the slightest effect on Bulkelso, and Bulkelso looked a bit boring in the eyes of Jotun Kule.

"Cut. As long as you don't want to die, you can say whatever you want."

Bulkeso said in a threatening tone.

As long as Jotun Kooler does not touch the bottom line, then some freedom of speech can still be given.

As long as Jotun Kul is still the help of the barbarians, Bulkelso doesn't mind giving this ancient Nephalem ghost some unimportant help.

"I just thought of your ancestors, that's all."

Jotun Kuller took out Kanai's Magic Box and put it in his hand to show it to everyone.

He didn't say anything in detail, and there was something malicious on his face.

"Come on, give me your blood, and I will let this guy have the blood of a monk."

"Warning in advance, don't think about his authority, you will die a miserable death."

Bulkelso said something worried.

It just sounded like he had no good intentions.

Even if the reincarnation of the monk has not recovered some strength, it is also dangerous.

After all, no one can tell whether Vandaloni and Karasim's consciousness will suddenly wake up when the critical moment comes.

If there was a collision, it would probably be a disaster for Jotun Kuller. He has been a legendary monk for two lifetimes, and his fists are as hard and powerful as their enemies.

Who knows if that kind of situation really happened one day, whether Jotun Kule would go to meet the gods worshiped by the monks at that moment.

When Vandaloni was alive, that guy wasn't much worse than Volusk.

Who knows if these guys have any messy things under their hands as a killer.

"You mean the right to live? I've already been a soul."

Jotun Kuller laughed out loud. There was a gust of wind blowing around the soul, and some fine gravel appeared on the ground.

"Better so."

Bul-Kelso offers a final warning.

It is possible for these guys to take a good physical body, but that is still a "possible" thing.

A word of warning is enough.

No matter how bad it is, there are monks to deal with these things.

Now it was time for Bulkelso to deal with the old man who called himself "War".

Time has left too many traces on this old man.

Bulkelso is very concerned about the power of time.

...

At this moment, Frank was half lying on the ground with Blade Warrior.

Dracula left in a hurry before, but this matter was not easily understood.

Well, Frank and Blade together are not a real vampire opponent.

Maybe Frank and Blade wouldn't be able to hurt each other even if they tied up the real vampires.

As for Integra, she's special to living vampires.

Especially the name of the vampire standing here now is Silas Victoria.

"Frank, I don't intend to get too involved in SHIELD's calculations, but Nick Fury has given me a condition that I cannot refuse."

Integula was standing not far away, talking with a cigarette in his hand.

She could have given no explanation, but Frank's difficulty touched her a little.

To be more precise, Integra didn't intend to provoke an enemy like the Punisher.

After all, if a battle master wants to cause some damage, the threat level is not low at all.

Silas stood there with a sweet smile, still looking around constantly.

Perhaps it is to find the figure like the "father".

But even if Dracula didn't leave the scene directly, it wasn't the Akado she remembered.

It wasn't too difficult for Silas to clean up Frank, she just paid a little injury as the price.

But now that there is no longer a lonely person in the body, this kind of price is not much different from not having it, and it can be recovered in a few seconds.

"What the hell does this have to do with your men overthrowing me!"

Frank looked a little agitated.

In his hand, he held the broken firearm that made one wonder if it would explode the next time the trigger was pulled.

It looked quite embarrassing.

This can be regarded as an unwarranted disaster, after all, Silas did not report in advance after attacking him.

"I'm going to take that daywalker, and you don't look like the man who will let us do that."

Integra's eyes were covered by the reflection of the glasses.

She stood in front of Frank with a long knife in her hand, her figure was a bit eye-catching.

This woman is not the kind of guy who will be merciful, although she is only on the human standpoint, and she also has good qualities such as compassion.

Just being muddled is not her style.

But such an explanation will never have much truth.

Frank felt himself cranky.

Without the slightest discussion, Silas, who suddenly appeared, launched a crushing attack on him.

It's okay to describe it as being beaten.

After all, the level gap between the two is a bit big, and Frank even struggles to catch the opponent's actions.

The power in the death ring in Frank's hand was almost exhausted, and he didn't understand why he was attacked.

Being dragged down by the Blade Warrior is quite unexpected.

"Then take him away, anyway, I am powerless to resist at this time."

Frank almost jumped out of this sentence word by word.

A hand has reached under his coat, where there are several grenades.

As long as the power of death is instilled, this is still a big killer.

The Blade Warrior on the other side also struggled and directly took out a grenade-style thing.

In addition to the explosives, that thing contained compressed garlic essence and some broken silver.

This equipment configuration is really professional, but the vampires restrained by this thing are not the same species as the vampires in front of them.

Staking the heart may be more effective.

Frank saw the completely undisguised movements of the Blade Warrior, and the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily.

This stance can't even be done, after all, there aren't many villains who are fools and step up when they see a grenade.

As for the threats, Frank found it useless.

"I don't think S.H.I.E.L.D. would mind a Blade being part of a vampire-killing agency, and I can help as much as you would if you were alone."

Integula forced a smile, a little blunt.

She doesn't care much about majesty, after all, since there are only a few people left in Hai Xin's organization, since the moment she became a partner of S.H.I.E.L.D., such things as majesty and dignity have already fallen into the dust. middle.

This woman had never smiled before, and this smiling face was a bit weird.

At this time, Jill appeared not far away with some awkwardness, and the ring on his hand was also taken off.

There was an aura of decay emanating from his body.

The change fell only in Silas' eyes.

The eyes of a child and a vampire.

Silas had a sweet smile on his face.

Jill, on the other hand, acts as stiff as a puppet.

"You are really energetic now."

A somewhat old voice came from Jill's mouth.

No one present felt familiar.

Only Frank, when he followed the voice, his teeth were about to crack!

Clenching his teeth with a bang!

"I remember, are you Frank's son? Or do you have another identity now?"

Integula took a deep puff of the cigarette, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

Human beings can barely be objective when things are not about their own interests. Even the quality of the first image can be a source of bias.

Only Integula is still calm now, so she will conduct preliminary negotiations.

"I'm just saying a few words, don't be so nervous. Punisher."

Jill continued speaking.

There were no visible injuries on the child's body.

"By the way, I'm Merlin. I think this name must be familiar to you."

Well, the guy who took Jill's body was Merlin.

The method is a bit excessive and a bit dangerous.

It's just that Merlin never seemed to be a guy who likes to think about others.

Even this guy completely ignored Integula's questioning.

"I want to see Burkasso, but I don't really want to inflict any injuries on this child. Do you have any good solutions?"

Merlin continued.

It's just that he used Jill's body to show a weird smile.

Although the part of his power that can be used is very limited, it is still possible to observe some important things.

"Why don't you go straight to Harrogath and take my child's body instead!"

Frank was obviously very angry. This man's life should have ended in revenge, but now it continued for his family.

Regardless of whether the person occupying Jill's body was really Merlin, such an approach would only show strong malice.

"I don't have enough strength to put my consciousness on that mountain, you all seem to think that it is an ordinary mountain?

The power of that place is enough to bring about an earth-shaking change on this planet. "

Merlin said so.

There was a bit of bitterness in the voice.

He is obviously dissatisfied with the power he has now.

"If it wasn't that I really couldn't leave, I would certainly like to visit such a strong person in person.

It's just that I have more important things to do. "

Merlin's somewhat perfunctory explanation would not be approved by Frank.

High anger and powerlessness are gnawing at Frank's heart.

In the human world, Frank was considered a strong man.

It's just that when facing a guy like Merlin, his strength seemed a little anxious.

What's worse, he couldn't separate the bodies of Merlin and Jill at all.

"Okay, knowing too much is not good for you or this child. Now, are you willing to help me think of a way?"

Merlin continued talking, then turned his head suddenly, looking at Silas who was approaching him.

"Let me tell you in advance that my actions will not cause any harm to this child, and I will give compensation as a matter of course afterwards.

So stop facing me like an enemy now, okay?

At least don't plan to surprise me. "

Merlin held out Jill's hand and pointed to Silas.

But nothing happened.

The souls residing in Silas' body felt a strong sense of unease.

Silas is constantly being alerted.

Merlin's consciousness also has a strong suppressive force on these souls.

"Come back, I'll take you to Harrogath, and I also have something to ask those barbarians."

Integula frowned and continued: "Sylas, take the blade warrior, and then we are ready to leave."

Integra didn't care about Frank's opinion at all.

Resolutely turned around and left.

With a sweet smile, Silas lifted the blade warrior on the ground, and incidentally completed the action of disarming.

The highly professional grenade was put into his backpack by Silas.

Then she took a deep look at Frank in pain, and followed Integula thoughtfully.

Frank looked at his son with a painful expression.

He needs to appease his wife and daughter first. If there is no good way to protect them, Frank even plans to temporarily send his relatives back to the kingdom of the dead.

After being infected with the extraordinary existence, the lives of ordinary people seem to be gradually becoming distant.

"I said, as a legendary figure, can you only think of stories about evil wizards occupying other people's bodies?"

Merlin spoke weakly.

It's just that this mature and old-fashioned demeanor appeared on Jill's body, and the strong sense of disobedience became more and more heavy.

Merlin's voice was accurately transmitted to Frank's ears: "I'm just a warden, guarding the strongest existence in the world.

By the way, make sure that no one will disturb her until she fully wakes up. "

Merlin's words were malicious.

Frank can easily tell these apart.

He doesn't understand.

What did Merlin mean by saying this to him?

Is it just for showing off?

Or is it to make Frank "get it right"?

Emotional narration before doing bad things seems to be the practice of bad guys.

There are fewer and fewer villains in the world who know how to press the detonation button long before they meet the heroes.

good morning~

Overestimating myself...

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