$368 Nick Fury's Desire for Control (6,000 Guaranteed, More to Come)

"Yizur."

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

He may be the next Archangel of Justice.

A high belief 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 Yi Zuer.

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?"

Coulson felt uncomfortable all over.

The door to the high-level heaven appeared in people's sight, and the power that always competed with the devil 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 stood the spear in his hand on the ground and looked at where Jin Bin was.

"The location where Kingpin is is in front? Then you can leave first."

Anderson didn't go to see Coulson.

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 Hell Demon will not be hidden from the angels, and this time is no exception.

It's just that Prius and Auriel seemed to have other arrangements.

Anderson chose to walk the rest of the way alone.

"If you want."

The beads of sweat on Colson's forehead were already covered with light and reflecting the light.

SHIELD is going to be busy again.

But what is the statement this time?

An experiment for a tech geek?

Coulson doesn't plan to go to SHIELD right now. It feels more dangerous to him there 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's when the trouble begins.

"Seriously, you're not going to talk to Bulcasso?"

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

It's like that face was born to look like this.

"What did you say? Tell him that wisdom will eventually come? Or is it something that his position represents?"

Because the Prius is a bit contemptuous of these.

The archangels knew very well what the first ancestors of the barbarians were like, but they shouldn't tell Bulkesso.

"He'll know, and if he falls, so what? Didn't we always need Bulcaisel?"

In Prius's fists 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 so interesting. 】

Imprius thought so.

He placed his fist on his heart.

"Your heart is beating fast, I can hear it."

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

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

"Humans are unpredictable, Israel said that at the time."

Auriel raised his eyes and looked at the higher heaven.

There is only one angel up there now, Yi Zuer.

Israel is probably still with that blue figure.

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

Oriel said this.

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

"The gift for you. I couldn't prepare a gift for you on the day you became a human. Now please accept this blessing of 'hope'."

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

"What are your plans? What gift do you want to get?"

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

Pulling hope into his arms.

Fiery courage never knows how to restrain itself.

"I won't tell."

Auriel chuckled.

Of course she won't tell.

Because courage is always fearless.

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

What 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 a being who is willing to become an angel and is full of hope.

It wasn't right, but she had to do it.

Auriel would be forgiven for being scolded by the barbarians, but the Prius would not.

After all, Kanai owed her that!

…

"Well, can I take away some souls and use them as casting materials?"

Constantine looked at the wailing souls and said casually.

Even though he was missing an arm, it didn't seem to bother him 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 souls 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 SHIELD 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 said:

"I don't think these guarantees belong to you until your files are in SHIELD. Of course I'm joking."

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

Still deadly.

Maybe for Constantine, it can only be said to make him less fun.

But if you can be complete, who would like your incomplete self?

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

It was only then that the shadow of Mocott behind Rumlow slowly dispersed.

An ancestor is with him, which provides a lot of security guarantees, 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.

Being out of breath was a sequelae of using excessive strength, but a hammer of ancestors operated by Mocott was enough to bring him a lot of benefits.

For example, anger should be any little trick that doesn't affect your sanity when it's at its peak.

"Yes, I think I might have to meet Bulcaisel."

Doctor Who straightened his tie and smiled.

Humans with great power are rare beings.

At least the power Rumlow showed was almost enough to seal the deal before the Cybermen had even completed their upgrades.

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

Without saying a word, Melinda took out a marker 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 resignation as an agent.

Resigning 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 a great talent and knows what she is doing.

Nick Fury chose to give credit.

And of course surveillance.

He's 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 disdain.

Doctor Who looked at the situation 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 deletion 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 meeting.

"We're working on it."

Nick Fury said this.

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

Not to mention that in the world of Doctor Who, there is a poor man who has been working for several years and thinks he is his 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 technologies. 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.

Being able to communicate is a good thing.

"I want your organization's news channel. This can be regarded as 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 a 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 can't guarantee that the answer will be given."

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

Quite stylish.

Especially when the leather jacket opened behind him as he fell, maybe Wayne would have something in common with him.

"Nick Fury, Director, what secrets do you have 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.

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

But he gradually liked this feeling.

"When will Steve be able to come back? We need him."

Nick Fury said to Rumlow in front of him.

He didn't have any attitude towards Rumlow's teasing, but just took the wine from Rumlow's hand and poured it into his mouth.

It's just a life substitute. Drinking will only make you drunk. At worst, you can just change your body and appear.

Now he is a little thirsty.

"We just parted ways. Maybe he needs to finish talking about the good old days with the Winter Soldier?"

Rumlow felt that his body was limp everywhere, and he couldn't lift any strength.

He seemed to hear Mokot's dissatisfied "humph" vaguely.

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

Being watched by the elders all the time is not necessarily a good thing for young people.

"Maybe, soon."

Rumlow gave the answer.

They didn't know that Bul-Kathos had become the Immortal King.

Perhaps they wouldn't feel much difference after Bul-Kathos appeared in front of them.

Still too weak.

Weak, he couldn't even take the initiative to connect with the Holy Mountain.

Perhaps Rumlow would feel it faster, after all, Mokot's soul needed an unbroken connection with the Holy Mountain.

"Oong~"

A light sound.

A portal opened from the opposite side of Rumlow.

Steve and Bucky walked over with a smile, and then their faces immediately changed.

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

They immediately became alert.

"Space teleportation? That's great!"

Doctor Who looked at the portal and gave a voice of praise.

Even if this was not very related to knowledge.

But it was also a great feat.

"What is this? Is the devil invading?"

Steve raised the Crusader Shield in his hand, pointed it at the soul that was fading from the wailing over there, and said with a serious face.

Bucky moved his brand new arm, but he was a little uncomfortable.

This prosthesis brought together the few prosthesis manufacturing experiences of the barbarians.

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

But Bucky needs to find Tony to make a smart control, otherwise this arm can only be smashed like a blunt instrument.

The last young man who used the prosthesis made by the barbarians was famous.

His name is White.

White's prosthetic leg was also used as a weapon, there was nothing he could do about it.

Who made the prosthesis made by the barbarians seem to have no other advantages except being strong?

"A wizard and a barbarian killed a Skyhammer Lord together, and then the angel on it came. It's that simple.

But I still like those angels with feathers on their wings. At least I'm familiar with that kind of existence."

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

The wounds on his arms began to scab after Steve appeared.

In the brief study with Johanna, Steve felt a trace of the power of the law.

The law of hope, although it cannot be blessed on a large scale like Johanna, it is still no problem to accelerate healing.

"Who is this?"

Steve frowned, watching Izual slowly receive Johnny Blaze's soul, and then "send" the spirit of revenge into the crystal gate.

The action was a bit rough.

"I don't know."

Rumlow shook his head.

The name of the angel is not something he should remember, which seems irrelevant.

Mokot's voice came from his mind:

"Izual, Tyrael's most trusted partner. The creator of the Azure Fury legend."

A little explanation made Rumlow nod.

"Okay, I have to admit that I lied before. This is Izual, a legendary angel."

Steve looked up and took a closer look at Izual.

Izual was using energy to send Johnny Blaze's body to the other side of the crystal gate.

"High Heaven? How did it appear in this place?"

Steve was puzzled.

If Johanna hadn't told him the news of High Heaven, he might have been able to accept it better.

High Heaven is not a place that can move at any time. This kind of "common sense" of a shelter was broken at this moment.

"Johanna?"

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

But High Heaven has begun to slowly disappear.

Gaining faith is good for angels, but it's not so pure.

He called out Johanna's name, and naturally it was the thought that came to him after seeing the shield in Steve's hand.

The Crusader legacy includes the name.

As always.

And it's easy to tell.

The way power is used, 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.

Throwing out the cigarette with only the butt left.

"No, at least not yet."

Angels don't seem to have anything.

But the tragedy still made him dizzy.

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

After the soul is cleansed and regains its sanity, of course it will 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 spirits screamed, cursed, and began to scatter.

Some have hideous faces, while others are full of sorrow.

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

That's what these souls are.

"Rumlow, can you still fight?"

Steve said seriously.

Hell is over in this world, and death is "crazy."

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

Now it seemed like there was only one place they could go.

Burning hell!

The Battle of Original Sin is made up of fighting over these guys.

New demons and angels, endless battles.

Humans are just props.

"Hey~ of course."

Rumlow couldn't say no, and Mocott was watching 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 appeared on his hand.

The flesh and blood of demons has a strong suppressive power on the soul. Before, he had to pay great risks to get some flesh and blood of demons.

It's good now, I can pick some up anytime.

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.

But 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 said, shaking his head.

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

"Now, you are logged in. 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 in his hand to 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 the soul.

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

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

He hadn't pursued the purple man's matter before, but now he was targeting the soul?

This is intolerable!

"Nick Fury, you'd better remember the lesson before! You have no way of controlling everything in your hands, and your desire to control will only bring danger!"

Steve's voice got a lot louder.

The shield began to glow.

It was like a five-pointed star with two circles of brilliance that reminded Nick Fury.

The captain has changed, he is a Crusader.

Bucky used his good hand to remove the prosthetic leg and waved it around.

As a prosthetic, this hand is kind of terrible.

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

There may be people who have no complaints about Nick Fury, but some of the people present still have some complaints.

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

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

The clothes everyone saw on him now were the TARDIS' last gift before leaving him temporarily, so that he wouldn't appear to others to be an exhibitionist.

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 ghost's eyes, he had nothing to hide.

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

He is just worried that he still needs to take a shower, which is a bit troublesome.