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"Prince of Asgard, you seem to be a little confused now?"

A light voice came, with a power that made people feel warm and reassured.

Loki turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice.

A shiny forehead appeared in front of him.

Unfortunately, he didn't know this person.

"What are you?"

Loki's reaction seemed to be a little slow, and his tone was as slow as a koala.

You can vaguely hear a little arrogance in it.

As a wizard, Loki's brain was undoubtedly hurt.

Thanos would not have any different attitude towards a mere wizard.

"Just call me Coulson, the prince of Asgard."

Coulson's tone was mocking. When the two bewitched guys faced each other, they expressed their contempt for each other.

Thanos would certainly be in awe of all powerful beings, but Coulson, a guy whose name he had never heard of, did not have such treatment.

As for Coulson facing Loki.

Although Diablo is very cautious, he will show his arrogance at the right time.

Those who are afraid will eventually be swallowed by fear.

Just Loki.

"I feel your malice, so are you going to fight me?"

Loki held the scepter in his hand and tried his best to show his strength.

It just looks a bit like the "red panda" raising its hand to make itself bigger, but it is always thought to be surrendering.

"No, no, I just want to see what an uncontrolled person is going to do. By the way, see if you are qualified to be my companion."

Coulson said so.

After completely getting rid of the original sin, Coulson has enough autonomy.

What's more terrifying is that he is sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss of fear, and people can't see him mustering up courage.

"You know Asgard, you should know that I am the most difficult one among them."

The scepter that Loki stretched out began to shine.

Of course, this is just a scepter that contains some of the power of the mind gem.

Thanos, who aims to master all the Infinity Stones, will not hand over his treasure to a brainwashed wizard.

That's not safe.

"Hmm? Didn't Asgard fall?"

Coulson said with a smile.

The power used to shield all electronic signals was withdrawn little by little.

Then his figure disappeared from Loki's sight.

Loki is an interesting toy, Coulson made such a judgment.

He was very curious about how Loki would face the next pursuit of SHIELD.

When Coulson found Loki, he had spent a few dollars and a gun to persuade a gangster to call SHIELD.

And told the other party some information about Loki.

It is normal for the Sky Hammer Master with Diablo behind him to know more.

Especially when Tyr is also a Sky Hammer Master.

...

"Okay, compatriots. The festival celebration should end at this time."

Bul-Kathos shouted this while standing on the high platform at the entrance of the Temple of the Elders.

Holding the mountain-splitting axe in his hand, the ice-blue axe was shining.

Qualkek had no intention of letting everything he had become a thing of the past.

This axe was his gift to the young warriors, or his inheritance.

"Hurry up, there are too many things that have happened, I am tired."

Raiko said this, her eyes intentionally or unintentionally sweeping over those young people.

She also did something similar to Qualkek, a legend that could represent her husband was placed there.

Waiting for someone who is qualified enough to get it.

Confrontation, this is the magic weapon that everyone in the Bull Tribe wants to get.

The calf who advocates the power of charging is always happy to argue about who is the best successor of "confrontation".

It's a pity that it's all in the past, and now there is not even any warrior who can be called a member of the Bull Tribe.

This finally made her feel a little disappointed.

Bulkaso glanced at Raiko, his eyes evasive.

He didn't want to argue with Raiko.

The woman who ended Jorez's mistake with her own hands was not in a very good mood.

And Bulkaso didn't think he liked fighting without reason.

"Let's play an interesting game. Young warriors will evaluate their own battles and then tell me their wishes.

For warriors who know themselves, I will give rewards that meet your expectations.

As for warriors who exaggerate, you can look forward to it."

When speaking, Bul-Katho deliberately changed the description of recruits and turned to call the young relatives warriors.

The mountain-splitting axe in his hand was flashing, as if it chose its owner based on its feelings.

Who has the opportunity to inherit Quarkak's beliefs? Bul-Katho has a guess, but still expects a different result.

"I'll go first."

Rumlow walked out of the crowd, and the two-handed giant hammer hanging on his waist had turned into a long stick.

Although it was just a long stick, he could also blow up the devil's head, but this look was not very barbarian style.

This made Bul-Katho slightly raise his eyes.

"I'm still very weak. I only realized this during the battle."

Rumlow clenched his fists tightly as he spoke.

Talik, who was not far away, looked at him deeply.

Talik was a little worried about the "trouble" he chose.

Worried that Rumlow would act negative.

After all, many of those affected by evidence of shame have reduced themselves to worthlessness in their shame.

A clear understanding of one's own worth is the first step to redemption.

"But I am a mature warrior, and I intend to die in a right fight and wash away my sins."

Rumlow raised his eyes, his eyes a little red.

Perhaps maturity is just his rhetoric, and the pursuit of strength and the pain of his own weakness are his true thoughts.

"Talik, let him know what it means to do it first and then talk about it!"

Bulkesso said with a frown.

Even if Rumlow can be treated equally, this does not mean that Bulcasso will write off his past actions.

Rumlow himself knew this very well.

Tarik sighed deeply, stepped forward and patted Rumlow on the shoulder, then led the painful warrior away into the distance.

Bulcaisel took out a Resonating Skull from his backpack and threw it to Tarik.

"If you feel shameless to see others, just use this face to cover the side of yourself that is shy about seeing others, and then do what you should do."

Bulcaisel roared loudly.

This may be an encouragement, which is very valuable.

Talik will not teach Rumlow alone. Mocott will tell Rumlow why two ancestors made a guarantee for him at that time.

Then Bulcasso pointed to Matthew on the side.

He next wanted to hear Matthew's thoughts.

The killer monkey sitting on Matthew's head pulled Matthew's hair and gave a reminder.

"I don't know what to say other than weak."

Matthew smiled wryly.

Facing the real demon, Matthew seemed to have accomplished nothing except fighting hard.

He didn't know how to evaluate this.

A clear understanding of yourself?

This question is too difficult.

Neither Lawyer Murdock nor Daredevil have a clear understanding of their own powers.

After all, there are always heroes with injuries, and they seem to lack some self-awareness.

Bulcasso looked at Matthew with some dissatisfaction, so he looked at Leiko openly.

Now Matthew is a warrior led by Leiko, and he plans to listen to Leiko's opinion on this.

"You're still close, but only close."

Leiko said this.

She had already determined in her heart that Matthew was not the best person to continue the confrontation.

Confrontation increases damage in the most brutal way, but its name is confrontation.

Fighting is not a way for Joe Ruiz to solve problems. Strength is just a threat.

For this reason, even Kanuk did not get the legend of confrontation from Leiko.

"I consider myself to be very determined, so I need strength. Bulcaisel, I need the strength to carry out my will."

Matthew said with a wry smile.

Being weak is not a mistake, because it is a mistake to think you are weak and not resist until you are unable to resist.

Daredevil and Lawyer Murdock have been fighting to right the wrongs.

But after realizing his weakness once again, his pursuit of power became stronger.

To be honest, Matthew did a great job.

Violence and compliance with rules are his hallmarks.

In the study of law, he did not lose his precious humanity, which is commendable.

And now Matthew has also lost some kindness for evil deeds, which makes Bulcasso satisfied.

It's a pity that Leiko is not very satisfied with this.

"I think you can..."

"Leiko!"

Leiko was about to give some advice for Matthew, but was rudely interrupted by Bulcasso.

The aura on Bulcasso's body showed that he would not hesitate to use force to make Leiko stop interfering with Matthew's will.

Will is the epitome of the soul and should not be influenced by others.

As for the question of whether it is correct or not, then leave it to time.

The right person is always the stronger one.

As long as you can realize that you are right.

"You want more power?"

Bulcasso looked at Matthew in front of him and said seriously.

After Bulcasso expressed her attitude, Leiko chose to keep silent.

Emotions can sometimes interfere with your judgment, and talking too much is not necessarily a good thing.

These soldiers are adults and they don't need to be told what to do.

"Yes, more power!"

Matthew raised his head and spoke decisively.

"How powerful is it?"

Bulqueso began to take a closer look at the blind man who had not been optimistic about him before.

Losing one of the senses for observing the world is not a good thing for a warrior.

This is true even if you are compensated elsewhere.

"I think my performance is enough to gain the same power as Rorschach at that time."

Matthew looked at Bulcasso in front of him without any hesitation.

Even though he was stared at by Bulcaisuo's penetrating eyes, he stated his request frankly.

"Can."

Bulkesso said. He took out a round ring from his pocket.

It doesn't look very good.

Especially when this ring appeared in Matthew's perception, the crazy aura made him a little distracted.

"The Ring of Nagel is yours."

Bulcaisel closed his eyes.

For Matthew, he thought it was a nice prize.

The original Ring of Nagl was the work of a mad wizard imprisoned by mages, who would summon a fallen madman every once in a while.

The summoned little thing will explode at the enemy. This attack is based on the wielder's weapon strength, which is powerful enough.

But the most valuable thing is not the improvement of immediate combat power, but the effective improvement of the holder's gains in battle.

This will shorten the time Matthew needs to grow.

For a person who realizes his dream, shortening the road he has to travel is the best gift.

Bulcasso took a deep look at Leiko.

Leiko understood what he meant, and she had to leave the next thing to her as the guide.

As for the issue of not giving face, that is not a problem.

If it's wrong, it's wrong, and Leiko won't mess around with it.

"Bulkess, I don't like this game."

Madoc said as he pinched his teeth.

Although it is understandable that this kind of activity should have a ceremonial ending, it seems a bit redundant.

You can never judge a person by just relying on a few words.

People change.

"I don't like it either, but some people do!"

Bulcaisel was acting a little irritable.

The mountain-splitting ax beside him flashed, as if to express his liking.

Madoc glanced at the mountain-splitting axe, his expression ugly.

He knows who likes this.

It would only be the old general Qualkek who loved to lecture on everything.

The old guy who had to give a few words of advice in everything was looking at the people who had the chance to inherit his will and beliefs.

It is not a responsibility imposed on others.

Instead, choose a guy who is most similar to him.

The legend never ends.

…

"I'm here to give people courage, not to be a mascot to be worshiped."

Anderson said this to Hill in front of him.

There was some impatience in his tone.

Hill's professional qualities as an agent are undoubted, but he also shows a side that does not have a deep understanding of the extraordinary.

Maybe this is all Nick Fury's fault. That guy hides many things too well.

Anderson seemed a little uncomfortable in this round-the-clock coffee shop.

He could hear a lot of news being spread about him.

After transforming into an angel, faith also became part of his source of power.

It just doesn't feel good.

Fulfilling the wishes of believers is the price of exchange for faith, but as a subordinate of Imprius, he hates this.

But there is no way to block it.

He was already thinking about God.

Listen to the prayers of believers every moment, and then sift through them for a few less difficult wish fulfillments?

If they did the same thing with the Prius, then there would be no need to do anything else.

"You have to know that believers are the majority in this country. It's just that they believe in different things."

Hill held a cup of coffee and shook it.

The latte art inside was shaken loose.

Hill was a little nervous now.

She was familiar with staying behind the scenes and contributing to peace, but this was her first time as a superhero.

Now that she thought of her previous dress, she felt a surge of shame.

"I know that most of them only believe in one thing wholeheartedly, and that's money."

Anderson drank all the water in the cup and looked at Hill in front of him with wide eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense, what do you want me to do!"

Anderson has had enough of the endless bullshit.

Even when he was a priest, he didn't like to hear people say meaningless things.

Besides, he wouldn't stay in a place where he couldn't see the other person's face and listen to other people's confession.

He tried, and the penitent scumbag was stabbed directly through the throat with a bayonet.

After that, no one would ask him to listen to other people's confessions.

"As my military support, I need helpers! The current chaos cannot be handled by me alone, nor can you kill it all by yourself!"

Hill became serious and said with burning eyes.

She had no doubt about Anderson's strength.

At least much stronger than her.

"You need SHIELD's information channel, I need your power! It's that simple!"

Hill finally showed the courage of a senior S.H.I.E.L.D.

Anderson pushed up his glasses, and the reflection of the lenses obscured his vision.

"I will kill you if I think it's necessary."

Anderson said casually.

The holy flame on his body flashed past.

"Of course, I won't just sit back and die."

Hill nodded.

“A pleasure to work with.”

Anderson stood up, the imitation Solarion appeared in his hand, and directly penetrated the coffee shop owner who was listening.

Under the burning of the holy flame, that strong body turned into ashes all over the ground.

A ring jumped up from the tip of the gun and flew into Anderson's hand.

"The stench of death on your body is so offensive! Monster!"

Anderson said this.

Turning his head and looking at Hill, he left the cafe alone.

There was a pure white card on the table, with the flickering holy flames on it forming his contact information.

Although it only passed by briefly, it was enough for Agent Hill to remember.

Shorthand is also one of the training courses for agents.

Anderson walked towards the direction where he had just felt the breath of death.

There is an aura of the undead over there.

Even if it wasn't as evil as the ghouls or zombies he had encountered, he couldn't let it go.

When it comes to human protection, Anderson is a professional.

No one can fault his sense of responsibility.

Now he has jumped out of the category of religion, and understands from Imprius and Auriel what it means that God loves the world!

And the direction he was heading towards was a two-story hut built next to the blacksmith shop.

There lived a family who finally reunited.

"Alexander Anderson. Now I kind of know what it's like to have friends who can fight."

Hill whispered.

He dialed SHIELD's phone number and gave the order.

She needs some professional hands to come to this place to deal with the aftermath.

Just like SHIELD always lets Rorschach be regarded as a madman, this time there will be a lot of madmen.

[I seem to understand the importance of having my own safe house. 】

Hill sat by the window looking at the lights outside and thinking.

Maybe the funds in SHIELD will have some unaccounted expenses again.

Colson stood in a corner, silently looking at Hill sitting by the window.

He felt a little confused, but the confusion didn't last long.

Even though Lord Skyhammer lacks original sin, the influence from Diavolo will not be easily eliminated!

No matter how noble a person is, he will be afraid and be blinded by fear.

It depends on when they can muster the courage.

"SHIELD's plan?"

Colson muttered to himself.

There would be no one around to hear him.

He hasn't had any impact yet, but that won't be long.

With fear mongering comes evil, and it's a pity that Coulson's preparations are not yet known.

Coulson pressed the call on his headset.

He had already met Murdoc.

With the support of Pioneer Technology, the high-tech equipment he has now is no worse than what he had after S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Colson?"

Murdoc's voice sounded through the headphones.

"Hey, I think our plans need to change. You wouldn't expect the people I met before."

Coulson said this.

The frivolous tone made Murdoc at the other end bulge the thick veins on his huge head.

My brain is getting bigger, but my thinking speed is getting faster.

Doesn't mean Murdoc's temper will turn out well.

"You were an agent before. Could it be that as an agent you can't even speak to the key points?"

Murdoc roared.

Coulson took off the headphones and held them a little further away from his ears.

"I met Alexander Anderson. I don't think this name is unfamiliar to you, right?"

Coulson had a confused smile on his face.

It's like he doesn't know why he wants to laugh, but he just does.

"That priest? I knew that after being exposed to the Third Reich, it would be like falling into a pig pen. Even if you wash off the pig shit, you can't wash away the stench!"

Murdoc continued to curse:

"Tell me, do you want him to die or to keep him away?"

Murdoc asked.

In his opinion, Coulson would contact him at this time because of Anderson, simply because Anderson interfered with their plans.

"I just want to tell you, don't overthink it."

Coulson whispered.

It's like telling a shocking secret.

"Get lost! Even if I lost in the previous battle, that doesn't mean you are better than me! Fallen Believer!"

Murdoc hung up the phone angrily.

Then he watched the researchers under his control bandaging his wounds.

Coulson will not do anything meaningless, this is something Murdoc can guarantee with his extraordinary wisdom.

But he currently knows too little information to make effective guesses.

Anderson's appearance means that there are still people pursuing the legacy of the Third Reich.

And Murdoc, who appeared next to those guys at that time, would undoubtedly be more concerned.

But unfortunately, Murdoc guessed wrong.

The misleading information Coulson gave led Murdoc to make wrong judgments.