$259 Volusk's Tenderness (7,000 Words)

"Is there any new news from SHIELD?"

Intergula was communicating with Steve in the reception room, with her legs crossed and full of the oppressive feeling of a superior.

As a strong woman who supported Helsing alone, even though Intergula was not very old, her demeanor and strength were impeccable.

Steve could feel that the fighting power of the woman in front of him might not be much worse than his just by meeting her.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s support will come soon, and we have also found some information about the last brigade."

Steve said a little dully.

In the past few days, he became the contact between Nick Fury and the team, and he was very tired in the constant communication and reporting.

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

"The last brigade has been assembled, and it is still under investigation as to when it will arrive in London."

Steve added, and then leaned on the back of the sofa.

This posture is quite rare for him, a veteran who is strict with himself.

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

Intergura 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 is, it would be dangerous to have a group of extraordinary troops.

And as the remnants of the Third Reich, the last brigade is more dangerous.

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

Modern weapons facilities can cause considerable damage to vampire soldiers as long as they are baptized with holy water.

Sometimes having more people is quite useful.

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

"SHIELD has noticed the demon attacks that have occurred around the world, and the spearhead is pointed at the last brigade."

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

He has no doubt about how much combat power the human army has. The question is when the enemy will arrive and how many of them there are.

These intelligences are completely blank, and Steve is not very optimistic about this.

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

The new demon attack also made his understanding of his enemies meaningless, because he only knew that the enemy was a vampire before.

"Intergula, I'm here as agreed."

Anderson was emitting low pressure. He was very angry with Nivea and was still suppressing his anger.

The broken glasses on his face made him look not very decent.

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

Most of the anger generated by quarrels and debates will slowly rise to the highest level after the end.

Just like when you see some "weird" remarks on the Internet, everyone will tell themselves that people who say that kind of remarks have problems.

But this can't stop everyone from getting angry after watching the remarks. With an unpleasant conversation, this kind of anger is even more deadly. .

At this time, Constantine poked his head in from the door, and then stepped in after a long breath.

He didn't want to see Rumlow here, because it would remind him of his punched eye socket and the annoying "I wonder".

For a person who respects knowledge and believes in the power of wisdom, nothing is more ironic than solving the problem with a "I wonder".

"How much does the church know about the last brigade?"

Intergula got straight to the point. She didn't have time to chat with the people in the church. Father Anderson was also the kind of guy who knew nothing about diplomatic rhetoric and had no opinion on this.

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

Anderson clenched his fists when he talked about this place.

He found it difficult to accept the fact that there was a guy who betrayed his faith in 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 last brigade has already started to move."

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

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

Intergula took the leadership position at this time, and a cold voice sounded here.

She was not in the mood to listen to the gossip of the church. Now she just wanted to know the news that would help the next step.

"The target will be Akado and London as expected. The source of those vampires has been found out. It should be the midnight vampire who served in the Howling Commandos, Mina Harker!"

When Anderson said this, he turned his head and glanced at Steve who was a little surprised.

"Captain America, God's righteous man, I have heard of your name for a long time. Because Mina Harker was captured by the Third Reich on the battlefield, we have these vampire troops now. I said that monsters are not reliable at all."

Anderson looked at Steve with a rude and even aggressive look.

The title of "God's Righteous Man" is not something that the church can just laugh off.

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

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

"Mina Harker?"

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

"She is a vampire, time can't kill her!"

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

Anderson said with some pleasure. Steve's unhappiness is his happiness, plus the death of an origin-level vampire, which is enough to make him smile, although the smile is a little hideous.

"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 victory or defeat of the battle, the first thing he thought of was the safety of civilians.

"The Secretary of State is organizing evacuations. We have to stop the enemy outside the city."

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

Even if we count the 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 are always people who don't believe in evil and will doubt and doubt, and then take to the streets to promote their own ideas.

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

This makes Intergula want to put down his dignity and beat people.

The enemy is not worth her worrying about. Let Akado release the blood river in this city to solve the problem immediately.

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

Anderson smiled contemptuously.

Akado's information is not difficult to find. There are also relevant records in the church about the unreasonable ability of "blood river".

As long as Akado completely releases the blood river, then killing him will completely understand this "immortal" vampire.

Anderson is looking forward to this opportunity.

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

Intergula looked at Anderson, who was grinning, and said bluntly. She knew the purpose of the church very well, and neither side had any intention of hiding it.

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

Steve tightened the shield on his arm and told Intergula and Anderson his idea seriously.

It is a good idea to defeat the enemy first. Intergula was somewhat tempted by this suggestion, while Anderson just grinned but said nothing.

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

"Nick Fury never disappoints in investigating news, and we will know soon."

Steve had no idea about this, but he believed that Nick Fury would not turn a blind eye to it.

SHIELD is professional in investigating news.

Who knows if Nick Fury's undercover is lurking in the last brigade? Steve still has a high degree of trust in Nick Fury's ability.

"Our goal is to deal with monsters, and it doesn't matter where we fight. It's better to deal with you pagans together to meet our goal."

Anderson said this sentence in a strange way, and it seems that he doesn't want to do it.

The rational fanatic still has a compassion for humans. He is not like Maxwell who is willing to pay the price of innocent lives for power and religion.

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

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

Integula threw the question to Steve.

She herself is not very good at commanding large-scale battles, and professional things should be left to professionals.

Steve frowned, and his hands clenched and loosened uneasily:

"Anyway, this battle is bound to happen. Let's set up a defense line first! Then use force to let ordinary people take refuge."

Steve said this sentence with some effort.

This plan of "restricting life's freedom" is somewhat ironic coming from Captain America, who represents the United States.

Just as the heated discussion was going on in Helsing's reception room, all the forces of S.H.I.E.L.D. were mobilized.

All attention was focused on investigating the last brigade.

This matter also touched the nerves of the US military. You know, they were also the main force when fighting against the Third Reich.

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

They are not willing to gamble on such things, so they can only cooperate with the investigation with all their strength.

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

In other words, the location of the last brigade has not been found yet, otherwise they would have taken the lead in launching the battle.

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

"Destroying the enemy and retrieving important information" is familiar to them, so SHIELD is still facing pressure from the military.

These guys didn't want to just clean the battlefield. If Britain didn't agree, 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 already 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 also 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 aspect 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 mage'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.

His stress increased when he discovered that his stress alopecia was affecting his eyebrows.

This creates a vicious cycle of 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 next. He would not get to the bottom of it directly. He preferred the results of his own investigation rather than what others told him.

"I wasn't around at the time."

Frank used a little more force on his hands as he spoke, and there was a rustling 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 when he thinks about it now.

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.

Apparently, 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 the newly trained recruits have basically returned, there is one more guy on the Holy Mountain after all.

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

"Bulkasso~ 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 Bulcaisel's mind. Although her power was completely locked by the wasteland suit, the voice could still be transmitted.

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

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

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

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

Bulcaisu 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, even though Leoric could beat Andariel, who could barely speak now, and couldn't make any sound except screaming.

But Bul-Kathos didn't want to hear the sound of Leoric the Skeleton King swinging his scepter in his head.

Bul-Kathos was not unfamiliar with the sound of hitting the devil with the Mad King's scepter. The sound was like beating beef paste on a chopping board with an iron rod.

Bul-Kathos didn't plan to make Andariel pills, so why did he put Leoric the Skeleton King in.

Andariel's voice was just too loud, so Bul-Kathos threatened casually.

Using himself as a cage to seal the devil did not have no effect on Bul-Kathos. At least now he began to exude the breath of the devil of hell.

As for the gate of the Holy Mountain, Madok had covered both sides of the gate with snow sculptures, and Talik's sculptures also had new shapes of heads buried in the snow and buried with only heads outside.

Madok has been doing this these days, and he also piled up a super large sculpture.

It was the shape of him stepping on Baal and Baal stepping on Talik.

That is to say, he placed this sculpture behind a boulder, otherwise Talek might not be in the mood to delay time by letting Reiko knock him over.

It was precisely because Talek was still in the cycle of taking one step forward and being thrown back three steps by Reiko that Maddock was not worried about being beaten at all.

Kolik 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 would make a slingshot to hit Orlongus's forehead.

God knows why he wanted to use a slingshot to fight against Orlongus's Ancient Spear skill.

Anyway, these ancestors were almost perverted in the long time, and they did whatever they wanted. Especially when there were not many people on the Holy Mountain, these guys were releasing their nature one by one.

Even the relatively normal Reiko found some fun in the process of knocking Talek over.

This can be seen from the strange shapes of Talek taking off.

As for the half of Bul-Kathos's soul that was split, it would not make any sound for the time being. It was Bul-Kathos' last line of defense against the seven demon kings.

That consciousness would only wake up when Bul-Kathos' will was about to collapse, and then add strength to the sanity on the verge of collapse.

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

Doing so would at least prolong Bul-Kathos' sanity, so as to gain time for the next humanoid cage to grow.

People who are not strong enough cannot accept this kind of responsibility. When the demon king of hell begins to use his power to influence the host, it will be a real test.

"Hey, Bul-Kathos, it looks like you are about to adapt?"

Vorusk appeared silently beside Bul-Kathos and said, dragging one leg of the unconscious Thor in his hand.

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

Bul-Kathos glanced at Thor on the ground and said a little irritably.

"Madoc can beat Luke to a state of confusion, so why can't I do what Madoc can do?"

Vorusk threw Thor aside and sat directly next to Bul-Kathos.

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

Vorusk rubbed his beard and said that the influence of the power of time was too great.

After the starting point and the end point were determined, the only thing that could be controlled now didn't seem to be that important.

Vorusk could understand Bul-Kathos's worries.

"I don't care about the destined fate. Can I still not resist the ending when I meet those things?"

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

It was obvious that he didn't care as much as he said.

"Israel knows the final outcome, but when have you ever seen him do nothing on the battlefield? It's not certain whether the Archangel of Fate is following the guidance of fate, so what are you worried about?"

Vorusk slapped Bul-Kathos on the back of his head, and then began to manifest his entity with the help of his suddenly increased anger.

"F**k! I will 'have a vengeance'! You don't need to slap me if you want to be angry!"

Bul-Kathos stuck the bottle in the snow, turned over and kicked Volusk, who had just completed the materialization, to the ground.

Then he rode on Volusk's waist and immediately began to beat him.

Two iron fists with desert gloves hit Volusk's eye sockets firmly, and the muffled bangs were exchanged for Volusk's rampant laughter.

But the laughter immediately became a little intermittent, because Bul-Kathos clasped his hands into the shape of a hammer and smashed Volusk's chest hard.

By the way, the sound of ribs being broken could also be heard.

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

While being beaten, Volusk trembled as he took out another bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

The blood from his nose mixed with the wine that was spilled because of the beating, and the color of Volusk's beard changed.

After Burkasos stopped with his eyes glaring, Volusk said slowly.

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

Vorusk wiped his face randomly, and the blood from his nose and the wine were completely smeared.

"I'm used to it! Why did you come up here to get beaten by yourself, you bastard!"

Bulkeso rubbed the back of his head that was slapped. Volusk's hand was quite strong, and Burlkeso felt a little numb from the back of his head to his neck.

"I just heard you say that you want to send Leoric into the Dark Soul Stone, so I came here."

Vorusk said with a smile. He has been thinking about this "genius" idea for a long time recently and feels that it is really worthwhile.

A Skeleton King who will not die and can be fully recovered in a short time after being broken is enough to give those Hell Demons a headache.

Skeleton King himself does not have a state of weakness. He is at his peak when he wakes up, and he will sleep for a short time when he is broken.

In the seal of the Dark Soul Stone, Skeleton King has a unique advantage over those Hell Demons who have to work hard to collect a little bit of power as soon as they are sealed.

It's like hitting a sandbag can express negative emotions, but it also requires physical strength.

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

In this case, it's impossible for the Hell Demon to recover quickly.

"The question is, have you ever heard Leoric speak? The sound of bones colliding and talking crazy in a cold tone, can you accept it ringing every moment?

At least the devils of hell are rational, they won't use yelling to destroy my will!"

Bulkasso shouted loudly into Volusk's ears.

Leoric's speech without reason is more deadly than the most severe tinnitus.

Uninterrupted tinnitus will only make it difficult for people to calm down and rest. But the sound of tinnitus is mostly unchanged.

Leoric speaks in a routine, and the skeleton body is like a repeater that has recorded what it wants to say in advance, and plays it back and forth in a loop.

The voice is also ups and downs, full of the vicious attitude of the dead towards life.

This may be the last bit of Leoric's sense of humor at the end of his life.

"Can you make an earplug?"

"I'll make a hammer and put it in your head! Will it be useful to plug your ears with the voice of the soul?"

Bulkeso kicked Volusk to the ground again and continued to beat him.