351 The Chaotic World (8,000 Words, More to Come)

"Natasha, I think it's time for you to tell me what you have been doing during this time."

Nick Fury looked at Natasha who was drinking from a bottle of wine, his face as dark as ever.

At that time, he was almost crushed to pieces by the explosion, even though his appearance was just a small accident.

"On vacation, what's wrong?"

Natasha raised her eyes and glanced at Nick Fury, as if the reflective head attracted her attention.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. needs your power, and you're on vacation.

Man, do you want me to tell you who else sacrificed their life for world peace during this time? "

Nick Fury is still very good at kidnapping with "morality" and "responsibility".

He also knew very well that this reason was enough to persuade Natasha.

"So I lose another friend to drink with?"

Natasha said with blurred eyes.

There was some haggardness on her gorgeous face.

"Yes, Coulson died."

After Nick Fury hesitated for a moment, he still told the news.

In his heart, if Coulson was still "alive", he would definitely be pleased that he could play a role in world peace.

He's just a good guy.

"How did you die?"

Natasha lowered her gaze and looked at the snow on the ground.

"Are you planning to avenge him?"

Nick Fury twitched the corner of his mouth and glanced intentionally at Lizzy, who was nestling in Hellboy's arms.

Now Hellboy no longer has the appearance of a demon, he just looks like a tall and burly man.

After Hellboy was crushed by Barr, Orek threw out his soul and the part of human flesh and blood.

Although he still has considerable power, he has also lost some of the fragments of the rules of hell.

"It seems like another twisty story. But the only thing I can confirm is that it has nothing to do with you."

Natasha let out a long breath of alcohol and her eyes were a little red.

"Black Widow, SHIELD needs extraordinary power to face the current chaos. Come back."

Dugan thus joined in the conversation.

John Wicker on the side was carefully looking at everything around him.

"Why don't you go to Barton first? Damn, haven't I never been trustworthy in your eyes?"

Natasha's words were full of sarcasm.

"I can apologize."

Dugan said sincerely.

He even lowered his stiff neck.

"But I don't accept it."

Natasha said this.

"So Director, when do you plan to start work?"

A bright smile appeared on Natasha's face.

Just like she always looked like that.

It's been a long enough time to relax, at least Natasha plans to do something about Coulson's dream.

"tomorrow."

Nick Fury nodded.

After Natasha is taken care of, Hawkeye is also taken care of.

Patton had always been worthy of his limited trust, and he was still worthy of it now.

"Tony, I've always wanted to see you again and sincerely apologize to you again."

Bucky, the Winter Soldier, grabbed Tony's shoulder with his remaining arm.

Of course, this has something to do with Tony not wearing a suit.

"Winter Soldier? I don't want to call you that."

Tony raised his eyes and glanced at Bucky in front of him.

Compared with the existence of such a thing as the Hell Demon King, the resurrection of a dead person doesn't seem to be worth worrying about.

Besides, Tony has already forgiven Bucky.

"You can call me by my name, Bucky Barnes. Whatever you want."

Bucky said this.

There was a bit of sadness in his eyes, but it was better than the lifeless look at the beginning.

"Okay, Bucky, what do you want from me?"

Tony said with a condescending smile on his face:

"If it's an apology, it's not necessary. I had already forgiven you at the time, but I didn't expect that you would make me feel the excitement of killing someone for the first time."

Tony looks like a playboy now.

"By the way, have you met the captain?"

Tony asked, looking at Bucky's missing arm in front of him.

Obviously this guy has spent a lot of energy in the "secret realm".

"No, not long after I came here, I met the demon named Baal."

Bucky said this.

He had always wanted to meet Steve, but he had never found the opportunity recently.

"It seems that you are not very lucky, but let it go. I forgive you, but I will never give you an invitation to my prom. You are somewhat incompatible with the world I live in, veteran."

Tony patted Bucky on the shoulder, shook his body and went to find Rasuk.

He had truly forgiven Bucky, but he hadn't let go of the loss so quickly.

This takes time.

"That's it, good dog! Bite, bite it!"

Banal teased the husky in a loud voice, holding his leg bone in his hand and waving it around.

Rumlow on the other side had a headache. He couldn't persuade this guy Barnal.

"Banaar, ancestor. After you came out of that battle, all you wanted to do was play with this husky?"

Rumlow asked quietly as he made a last ditch effort.

Until now, he was still a little worried about "Barnar's temper".

"You want to say, why do I know about those sacrifices, but I act like nothing happened in this place?"

Banal looked up at Rumlow and hugged the husky in his arms.

The husky whimpered, seeming a little uncomfortable.

"We will not hold a grand memorial service. It's not that we are cool, but that in the previous world, we simply didn't have time to do this."

There was some reminiscence in Banal's eyes.

"At that time, when you opened your eyes every day, you were facing demons, and you had to face the torture of not having enough to eat every day. These things seem a bit far away to you.

So recruits, I hope you can have a good talk with your leader instead of waiting for us old guys to come up and tell you our life experiences. "

Banal's expression was as calm as ever.

These words were all done by Vader before, but Vader is gone.

Along with Joe Ritz.

"Why don't you go drink Tarik and chat now? Instead of staying with me? Or are you reluctant to part with this good dog? It doesn't matter, I just keep it, and you can see this lively little guy at any time.

Now go find Tariq.

Now may be the only time you can hear his true words. "

Banal said while teasing the puppy in his arms.

He stopped looking up at Rumlow.

Banal has never been very optimistic about these new recruits.

So he behaved a bit repulsively.

It is a tragedy that a world needs countless warriors.

But Banal had no choice.

Either become a warrior and protect everything you see, or die a wailing death as a victim.

His childhood dream was to be a farmer.

…

"Bulkess, I think we can talk now."

Johanna sat on a rock opposite Bulcasso and spoke very seriously.

The armor on her body was constantly glowing, and it was obvious that her mood was not so good.

"What do you think Steve?"

Bulkesso said casually.

By the way, he moved his body, and the newly scabbed wounds cracked a little, and some blood oozed out.

"Bulkess, you are a warrior, you know what to do after being injured."

Johanna said with a frown.

The Law of Hope on her body suddenly expanded in a circle, which helped the recovery of the injury.

"I met Steve at the feet of the Rift Guard, and he was a hero. Or at least a man of integrity."

Bulcaisel had no idea of ​​talking about his injury. Instead, he talked about Steve.

He held the mountain-splitting ax in his hand and looked at it carefully.

This is Qualkek's treasure, and even Bulcasso has no chance to look at this legend in such detail.

Now, this legendary weapon was entrusted to Bul-Katho as a reward for the best warriors among the new recruits.

And among the young people Bulcaisel observed, it seemed that no one was strong enough to carry the legend of Qualkek without being buried.

This made him hesitate.

"Integrity may not always be rewarded, but villains always thrive."

Johanna said softly.

"Okay, you want to know my purpose, right?"

Burcasso looked at Johanna in front of him seriously.

If Bulcaisel was hesitant before about letting Johanna know everything, now he is ready to let his partners share this responsibility.

"Now I don't want to."

Johanna looked directly into Bulcasso's eyes and said:

“I’m still not strong enough, that’s why you hesitate.

If I were stronger than you, then you would be the one begging me to shoulder these burdens for you.

Bulcaisel, I can feel that you have never selflessly wanted to bear everything on your own.

But among us Nephalem, you are the most powerful, so you have to bear everything. "

Johanna dug into her backpack and took out a shriveled apple.

"It was the only thing I had to protect myself from Malthael's power."

This apple was lifted high. Although it was full of wrinkles, there was no trace of moisture.

But a warm glow is shining on this apple.

It was the only thing Johanna had protected from death.

The seeds inside can still germinate and grow into a fruit tree, constantly giving birth to life.

"I plan to give this to Steve. If he can remain strong and strong, then I can also hand over the name Johanna to him."

"Just acknowledge him."

Bulkesso said.

At this time, Bulcasso was suddenly shocked to notice the wrinkles appearing on Johanna's face.

As a Nephalem with infinite lifespan, wrinkles signify an aging mentality.

Johanna was no longer the little girl he saved from the devil.

"We know nothing about Malthael now."

"But I will only be stronger than him."

Bulcaisel interrupted Johanna rudely.

"Will the strong always win!? Tell me! Aren't those ancestors strong? Aren't the first generations who fell under the conspiracy not strong?

Burquetso! How long will you continue to deceive yourself? ?

When you use your sacrifice to exchange for opportunities, when you use your life to prove that you have failed!? "

Johanna roared!

The power in his body continued to rise, turning everything around him into a prison of thunder!

"Fist of Heaven? It seems you have become stronger."

Bulcasso said expressionlessly.

Then he tore off the charred skin on his body that had been bombarded by the Fist of Heaven, and casually took out an earthen jar from his backpack.

That's the legacy of Qual'Kek.

The only drink left by this old general who practiced caution and perseverance all his life.

Bulcaisel poured it into his mouth, ignoring the increasingly intense lightning strikes.

"You won't keep winning. Bulcaisel!"

Johanna's voice was accusatory.

Somewhat sharp and full of sadness!

"I will win! I want to win more than anyone else."

Bulcaisuo said calmly.

He gently wiped off the mud seal on the earthen pot with his hand.

"So I won't lose."

After Bulcasso said this, he raised his head and slowly poured the wine in the jar into his mouth.

"Bitter, just like I thought."

He said quietly.

Qualkirk's Bitters.

Bulkesso had already thought of it.

The old general would only keep the most insignificant things to himself.

Even the treasures that say goodbye to this world are just the cheapest materials, piled together indiscriminately, which is a bit disgusting.

"What on earth are you going to do?"

Johanna's gauntlet-covered palms firmly clasped Bulcasso's shoulders, and aimed her face at Bulcasso's face.

It seems that such an action can show her determination.

"That's enough, Johanna! Since you are not going to hear me finish my purpose, then go and rest.

Your heir is coming soon. Now, put on a different look and go to Him with encouragement.

Just like your teacher when facing you. "

Bulcaisel stared into Johanna's eyes.

He saw a bit of the brilliance of his old comrade.

Johanna's teacher is also named Johanna, and her teacher's teacher is also named Johanna.

Or maybe it won't be long before Steve's name will be changed to Johanna.

In short, there will only be one Crusader named Johanna in the world at the same time.

A boring past.

"Bulkess, I will not watch you die in front of me."

Johanna gritted her teeth and left these words, turned around and left the scene.

But she didn't clean up the thunder left on the ground.

The anger on Bulcaisuo's body disappeared in a flash, and the snow on the ground rolled up and buried the thunder.

"Worusk, try it."

Bulcaisel said casually, pouring the bitter wine of Qualkek on the ground.

Warusk didn't reply.

Perhaps the wine was too bitter and left him speechless.

Not far away, Gu Yi stood in the snow, followed by Casillas, the barbarian who had become pure.

Ancient One looked at Bulcasso silently, while Casillas stood silently behind her.

They waited until Bulcaisel left the place before they started talking.

"Casillas, how do you feel about being a warrior?"

Gu Yi turned his back to his former disciple, and his voice was as erratic as the clouds in the sky.

"Not bad, at least you don't need to think about where to get power from."

Casillas' tone was casual and seemed to be complaining.

"When you contacted the dark dimension and saw that it was me, what did you think?"

"I'm thinking, you are really lying to me. You are obviously the one who controls the entire dark dimension, or you are Dormammu."

Casillas said honestly.

The impact of that scene on him was no less than the feeling of having a mouth full of teeth knocked out by Canuck and having to eat black bread to satisfy his hunger.

He was mumbling the bread stick in his mouth like a toothless old woman, trying to soften it with saliva.

"Not long before you contacted the Dark Dimension, Bulcaisel helped me completely eliminate this guy Dormammu. From that time on, I gained strength and let go of a little bit of my burden."

Gu Yi said slowly.

He took out a very simply packaged milk candy from his pocket, with a white rabbit painted on the candy wrapper.

She slowly turned around and gently handed the candy in her hand to Casillas without saying a word.

Casillas spent his childhood by her side, growing from a child to a young and promising mage.

Casillas took the candy from Gu Yi's hand with some hesitation and carefully peeled off the sugar coating.

"Is my current path more suitable for me than becoming a mage?"

Casillas said this, his eyes full of expectation.

He slowly put the candy in his mouth and tasted it carefully.

"Maybe so. In this world, being a mage is never free. But a warrior is free."

Gu Yi said this.

The powerful mage is under the control of Emperor Weishan, and is influenced by those guys who hide their names and don't know where they are hiding.

Using a spell has physical effects.

Even just because Emperor Weishan said "choose the Supreme Mage", they would gather together and have a brutal fight.

Such a mage is like a puppet.

"What does a mage have to face?"

When Casillas heard this, he suddenly raised his head and looked at his former teacher.

The anger in his body disappeared in a flash.

"Like Merlin?"

Gu Yi said softly with a peaceful smile on his face.

Casillas scratched his head and covered his face.

"I know, I will become the freest fighter. I will only fight for the people I am willing to protect."

Casillas's voice was a little low and hoarse.

"That's best. Now, go find your guide and wait for your prize."

As Gu Yi said this, his figure flickered and left the place.

The figure of Jotun Kule appeared in front of her.

"Mage, I think you may be one of the few smart people in this world? So will you tell me whether you are a smart person or not?"

Jotun Kule's drake voice squeaked.

"What do you want to rob? For a powerful mage like you, I don't think I can do anything to help you."

Gu Yi said this.

There was no emotion at all, it was as clear as well water.

"It seems that you are not very smart, or are you pretending to be stupid?"

Jordan Kule continued.

His eyes were locked on the Eye of Agamotto hanging around Gu Yi's neck!

Or rather the time stone!

A world never produces a group of gods without conflict.

Just like light and shadow, this world should have the incarnation of rules that are opposed to eternity.

And the Infinity Stones are just that.

"You hid this from Bulcasso?"

Ancient One asked.

Jotun Kule was enough to let the Ancient One die silently, but this would eventually be known to Bulkatho.

The sacred mountain of Harrogath at his feet would not hide anything important from Bulqasso.

"Worusk and I hid Bulcaisuo's secrets together. Will this answer surprise you?"

Jotun Kule laughed at the top of his lungs.

A stone flew up from the ground and passed through Jotun Kule's body.

"Okay, just a joke."

Jordan Kule dug into his pocket and pulled out a notebook.

"I plan to make a deal. As a mage, you are very talented and have the most important thirst for knowledge. Then I will point you to a completely different path. Can you lend me the time stone?"

Jordan Kule said this.

He learned about the existence of the Time Stone from Warusk's mouth.

So some ideas came up.

Letting Bulcaisso fight against all enemies saves trouble and effort, but who can guarantee that Bulcaisuo will not fall to the conspiracy?

Jordan Kuller is not one to put all his eggs in one basket.

"cannot."

Ancient One said silently.

As the holder of the Time Stone, although Ancient One does not have much grasp of the rules of time.

But she knew exactly what the gem in her hand represented.

This is a symbol of the rules of this world.

What will happen if the concept of time is lost?

Will people from countless years and generations appear in the same scene?

Or will everything become nothing?

This world does not have a group of Time Lords dedicated to repairing the timeline to keep everything normal.

The Ancient One wouldn't take the chance.

She was long past the age where she could have a hot head.

"Even if I tell you what I'm going to do with it?"

There was a hint of confusion in Jotun Kule's voice.

"cannot."

Ancient One repeated his answer again.

The magic power in his body that was like a well compared to Jotun Kule began to sway.

"Guardian of the world? I thought no one but Bulcaisel would put themselves in such a stupid position.

In a sense, you are just as annoying as Bulcaisel. "

Jotun Kule smiled with a grin on his face:

"But if I want to rob him, what can you do? You are not as powerful as Bulcasso to refuse me."

"This is Harrogath."

Ancient One looked at Zortun Kule with contempt.

"Yes! Yes! This is Harrogath! This is the territory of the barbarians! I don't dare to risk being hunted down by Bulqessor to do anything unjust here!

But can you stay on Harrogath forever? "

Jotun Kule said angrily.

He had no intention of doing anything bad with the power of the Time Stone.

But this is not the reason why Gu Yi believes in him.

"I need the power of time to give Bulcasso another chance when he faces those potentially powerful enemies."

Jotun Kule said his purpose with a stinking face.

"What do you get?"

Ancient One raised his eyes to look at the tall figure of Jotun Kule.

"Why is my selflessness always regarded as having ulterior motives?"

Jotun Kule's sharp voice sounded, a little crazy.

The first time he reminded the Nephalem, he was also questioned like this.

Maybe it's because he has a bad guy face?

It seems a bit inappropriate for an ugly guy to want to be a hero?

"Now, I will give you my notes, but when the moment does come, I will seize the time by force.

I fulfilled my obligation to inform you, and you wouldn't be stupid enough to tell Bulkesso this, would you? "

Jotun Kule gritted his teeth and said.

After that, he left here, leaving only a notebook on the ground exuding strong mental fluctuations.

Gu Yi glanced at the notebook on the ground, ignored the possible risks, and reached out to pick it up.

Becoming stronger is a pursuit that will never fall behind.

Just as Zordon Kuler said, Gu Yi has no ability to say no to stronger people.

…

Frank picked up his gun and shot a gangster into a beam of light that flew into the ring on his hand.

He curled his lips and put the shotgun on his shoulder.

The streets are now in chaos. For the safety of his family, he had to go out to deal with these troubles.

This is the thirteenth annoying person he has solved.

Those gangsters showed the most despicable attitude after getting superpowers.

Although there are also sporadic people who show the concept of justice, such unsteady beliefs and fantasies will soon be defeated.

After all, evil people are best at adapting to power.

Most of the time, this is the case.

"Who are you?"

Frank said to the woman in green tights in front of him, very impatient.

He didn't know what kind of madness Death had gone through to randomly distribute the death ring and life ring. Those guys didn't seem like guys who could control their desires.

This would only bring chaos.

The green figure in front of him made him feel a little familiar.

But the ring on his hand conveyed a strong hostility to Frank!

"You can call me Green Lantern. Punisher Frank. You don't think you are the only special one in the world, right?"

The man in the green tights said silently.

Frank stared at the woman's face, but his eyes were all focused on the dark green eye mask.

He couldn't remember what the person in front of him looked like.

"Purpose!"

Frank pulled the bolt and pointed the gun at the guy who called himself Green Lantern.

For those who entangled him, his answers were always direct and rude!

Frank was not in the mood to play hero role-playing games with some superpower freaks, and he never considered himself a hero.

"End this chaos. These people with rings have caused a huge impact."

Green Lantern said so.

Frank frowned at the tone that vaguely exuded the atmosphere of an agent.

"That bastard Nick Fury is still hiding this kind of power in SHIELD?"

"Whatever you think."

Frank's test did not come to a definite conclusion, but from this conversation, Frank has narrowed down the identity of this person.

Although it's not that no one knows SHIELD and Nick Fury, not everyone will be nervous when hearing these words.

But the only people who will not have any emotional fluctuations are elite agents or people with similar identities.

Facing such a person, Frank has only one answer!

"Hoo!"

The gun in his hand!

The bullet turned into a dark smoke-like substance that enveloped the body of the person in front of him!

In close combat, the destructive power of the shotgun is higher than that of the submachine gun.

And Frank doesn't need any fire suppression!

"Frank!"

The Green Lantern roared and raised his right hand a moment before Frank fired!

The overly conspicuous ring on it emitted a burst of green light and turned into a shield.

The style of the shield is exactly the same as the one in Captain America's hand.

The power of will.

Imagination is the way to use the power of will.

The black bullet screen and the green shield collided with each other, making a muffled sound!

"Hill?"

Frank said the name of Agent Hill.

But the gun in his hand did not stop!

The continuous shooting, the huge impact made Hill's figure retreat continuously.

The green shield also had cracks!

"Although I don't know how you got this power, you are dead."

Frank said so.

The gun in his hand changed its form and became a submachine gun that continuously poured out the ammunition!

The free hand took out a grenade from the inside of a gun. After Frank bit it and broke it, the power of death was poured into the grenade.

While maintaining fire suppression, the grenade flew directly over!

"People who suddenly get superpowers are either crazy or troublesome! You are the same!"

Frank said coldly.

He knew about Agent Hill.

As a Level 10 agent with a roster but not under control in SHIELD, Frank knew very well which side Hill represented.

He knew very well what the World Security Council had done to SHIELD.

And Hill was one of the sources of this trouble!

Nothing good would come of this!

The ring on Agent Hill's hand showed a stronger green light!

The green light turned into a spherical shield in front of him!

The grenade exploded suddenly, and the power of death and the power of will began to collide!

And this collision was like an innate opposition, like adding fuel to the fire, making a distant roar!

"It seems that death hates this power?"

Frank continued to shoot, speaking casually.

This was a very rare experience.

In the past, when facing some superpowers, the death ring would constantly remind Frank that this was an interesting soul.

But when facing Hill, the death ring conveyed the order that the opponent must be killed!

Frank became suspicious.

But this does not prevent him from choosing to continue attacking!

In order to allow his lover and daughter to continue to appear in the world, he cannot go against his death wish!

"I thought you were going to be a hero, Frank!"

Hill roared!

That burst of green light began to condense.

It turned into a metallic battle suit and enveloped her body.

Frank frowned. He had seen this thing on the news.

It’s just that this one isn’t in gold and red.

Seriously, Agent Hill's imagination is somewhat lacking.

Besides, there is no one who can give her some guidance on how to use the green light ring.

It’s not that agents don’t have imagination, but their imagination needs to be limited and displayed in the right place.

Fight with imagination?

This is a whole new experience!