382 Rescue

Bulkesso has made his decision.

Rather than waiting for the result of recalling Leoric, who knows when, it is more realistic to be able to save Sonya right in front of her.

The two original legendary gems were rare things, and saving Sonya almost meant that Leoric would only appear in those secret realms turned into memories.

So what?

Wait for an unknown result, or save the current clan members.

No matter how difficult the decision is, there is still a time to make a choice.

His choice is to save Sonya.

That kind of blood damage is not easy, but it's not that eye-catching either.

The only price is Leoric's chance to recover.

"As you wish. But I still want to ask, Sonya, do you want to be a Bull? Bucks are never very lively.

Especially since Bulcaisel himself was not very talkative. "

Leiko said with a smile.

The arm that grabbed Bulkesso's wrist suddenly exerted force!

This time Leiko used all her strength, and the strength of the bull's strong limbs and body gathered at one point. This time she finally made Bulcasso's hand turn a little bit with the dagger.

The Bull is good at this concentrated fighting method. Although it is not a secret, it can indeed be described as the Bull's style.

Bulqueso cannot be weakened too much, this is the consensus of all the first renters.

When Bulkesso's will cannot be changed, they will not stop Bulkesso from doing anything harmful to himself.

But we will do our best to keep the situation under control.

"I don't need it! Stay away from me! Stay away!"

Sonya's voice was like a wheezing bellows.

She raised her hand with some difficulty and looked at the jar in Bulkesso's hand. She wanted to refuse.

As long as Bulcasso drinks the blood in this jar, the released power and the power of the two legendary gems will converge on him.

Sonya couldn't accept Bulkesso's kindness.

This is also because she has not yet reacted to the fact that Bulcasso became the Immortal King.

After all, saving the people has always been one of the responsibilities of the Immortal King.

But now, there are really only three pure barbarians alive.

"What secrets does this seemingly wild civilization have?"

The old guy called War gritted his teeth and said.

He is not a barbarian, and he will not follow some of the traditions of barbarians.

As a member of a highly civilized country, he did not quite understand what Bulkesso and the others were arguing about.

Chasing the souls of the ancestors just now was also a difficult task for this old guy whose physical fitness was not much different from that of ordinary people.

Especially when he was an old man, his physical fitness was really incomparable to that of a barbarian.

As the war began, the ancestors' attention was once again mobilized.

A pair of eyes as big as copper bells stared at him, a bit like children listening in class.

Bulkesso ignored him, saving Sonya was the most important thing now.

He grabbed Leiko's arm with his backhand, and then handed the earthen pot in his hand to Leiko without any deep meaning.

"The rest will be left to you."

Bulcaisel gave Leiko a hard look.

What she did was a little over the top.

"You want me to pour all the blood and legends in this jar onto Sonya's wound?"

Leiko forced a smile, and then took the earthen jar from Bulcasso's hand.

Bulkesso is not worried about Leiko destroying these things. After all, Leiko has no point in standing on other existential standpoints.

Bulcasso heard this and glanced at Leiko.

"I'll leave the rest to you. I feel like I need to find someone to ask."

After speaking, Bulcaisuo directly placed the jar in his hand on Sonya's body.

Since Leiko doesn't plan to do this, let's just do it!

Sonya would recover, that was already determined when Bulkesso made her choice.

If fate had other ideas, it would be better to stand in front of Bulcaisel as an enemy.

On the other hand, Bulkesso would not ask about the identity of the enemy.

As long as an enemy appears, he doesn't care much about what the enemy is.

…

At this time, SHIELD was still in chaos.

The battle between Kingpin and Anderson had just reached its peak.

The angel's spear kept colliding with that damn sky hammer, making a clanging sound like walking into a blacksmith's shop.

At this time, the only people who could join the battle were Rumlow and Steve, so the battle did not appear to be too chaotic.

Hill, who got the green light ring, was knocked to the ground heavily by Kingpin in a brief collision.

Now I am trying hard to stand up.

Without anyone's guidance, it is really difficult to become stronger.

Especially since she hasn't had this power for a long time.

Therefore, when it comes to fighting, you still have to pay a little attention to your ability.

"What the hell are angels?"

Kingpin roared loudly, and at the same time smashed the spear in Anderson's hand to the ground with a hammer, and then hit Anderson's chest with his strong body.

Even though the angel's armor is wrapped with holy flames, it can't stop a determined guy from pursuing the chance of victory.

Kingpin's determination is somewhat incomprehensible to ordinary people.

After all, not many people can be as self-disciplined as a 007 worker after becoming a mafia emperor.

Kingpin knew very well how he got what he had, so he worked hard to become stronger every moment.

In his line of work, failure only meant death.

And there really is no one who can trust and trust him.

"I don't care what he is, but you damn guy is not a thing!"

Rumlow grasped the giant hammer in his hand and hit Kingpin's round head like a pile driver.

All the muscles in his body were trembling, and it was obvious that he was about to reach the limit of his body.

Rumlow was tired and wanted a quick victory.

Rumlow even wanted to go to bed with the request of an enemy who had nothing to do with Hydra.

"Angels may be the existence we can see in the darkness and place our trust in, but Akarat is above!"

Steve told a Crusader joke and hit Kingpin's calf bone hard with the shield in his hand.

This is a good opportunity. Because Kingpin is making an impact, one of his retreats is within Steve's attack range.

The newly born Crusaders are quite good at fighting, and at least some of their basic combat movements have not been deformed at all.

The impact of changing a shield on him was not as huge as expected, especially since he had received some guidance from Kalju not long ago.

The Crusader Shield is pretty useful, at least it's big enough.

It can be used to cut off toes and the like more conveniently, and there is no need to bunch yourself up like a hedgehog when charging.

The Crusader's shield is large enough, and the area to resist attacks must be larger.

It just seems a little cumbersome when moving.

"Why would a guy like you come to S.H.I.E.L.D. to fight? What's the purpose?"

Hill slumped on the ground and asked feebly.

The intensity of the battle was too high, and her purity was too low.

All he could do at this time was quietly explore the news so that he could think about what to do next.

No matter how you look at it, Kingpin, the gang leader, should not attack SHIELD.

Even if he was being hunted by an angel, there would be no reason for him to seek help from S.H.I.E.L.D.

So Hill's head was pretty much shaken with flour and water.

"You don't understand anything!"

Kingpin roared, and you could see the bulging blood vessels on his head.

His strong arms were still burned by the holy flames, and he threw them out behind him.

The moment it hit Steve's shield, there was a breaking sound.

Steve was pushed back for a long distance by Kingpin's powerful force, but his retreat also showed that Kingpin's calf suffered greater damage!

Taking advantage of the reaction force of this blow, Kingpin moved a little ahead, and then Rumlow's hammer landed on Kingpin's back, making a muffled sound.

No one present could figure out what provoked Kingpin. But this situation has changed somewhat.

"I have my life, but I haven't been treated favorably by you in my life!"

Kingpin roared angrily, raised his hammer, and pressed the hammer head against Anderson's throat in an ugly posture.

However, the blunt force choke had little effect on Anderson, so the spear in Anderson's hand passed through Kingpin's shoulder!

Courage has no mercy for fear, and the reverse is also true.

So Kingpin also drove his spear through Anderson's side.

"Angels are nothing, they just protect ourselves."

Anderson's voice came out from under the helmet burning with holy flames, a little cold.

He stood up straight and kicked Jin Bin in the lower abdomen, but there was nothing gained except a burning footprint.

Angels for humans?

This is not very realistic.

After all, archangels have their own purposes, and they are not as noble as people think.

Anderson is just looking for peace of mind, especially when he has become the original spiritual sustenance.

Find something to do to stop your thoughts.

The normal personnel of SHIELD were already being evacuated, and the building seemed a little too quiet.

In the lounge on this floor, Auriel and Imprius were holding a cup of coffee and drinking.

"A madman?"

Inprius asked as he looked at Kingpin's attack as if he had lost his mind.

With a smile on his face.

He was quite satisfied with Anderson's performance.

After all, there are not many people who are full of courage all the time.

Especially since Anderson has no responsibility.

"A smart man's humble way of survival, I said Anderson will not win."

Auriel took a deep sip from the straw and was burned.

It's never a good idea to sip hot drinks through a straw.

"The survival of the humble. It's a pity that his courage has long been worn away by his evil deeds. Otherwise, he would still be a good candidate."

Inprius watched Kingpin's struggle with some admiration.

Facing the siege of Anderson, Rumlow and Steve, Kingpin behaved like a warrior.

It's just that this guy doesn't meet the premise of "noble".

Otherwise, Prius wouldn't mind sending this soul to heaven as an exception.

The Burning Hell will not be silent willingly, this is normal.

"He is not. The two of us are no longer archangels. Guess who is sitting at the round table of the Parliament now?"

Auriel turned her wrist and looked at the time.

When women wear watches, some women like to place the dial on the inside of their wrist.

This is something Oriel learned on the street, saying that it can create a unique sense of mystery.

Human beings like to pursue novelty, and Auriel is trying these methods.

After all, she had been with Imprius for too long, so long that she had lost all fresh experiences.

Auriel rejected the idea that Kingpin would become an angel, but became somewhat interested in the current situation in the higher heavens.

It's just a question of choosing one from the other.

Tyrael or Isreal.

Auriel thought Tyrell had a better chance of staying there.

After all, Justice is a very responsible guy.

"I think it's Israel. He has probably achieved his goal."

Because Prius picked up a sausage and ate it, his speech was a little slurred.

"That blue guy, I don't think he can beat Israel. Reorganization and creation are not the same thing."

Imprius said while chewing something in his mouth.

What she got in return was a blank look from Auriel.

Dr. Manhattan is not omnipotent.

The things he makes are never unknown.

That is composition and shaping, but not enough to create.

Even if he has a higher level of nature.

But Israel is very good at persuading others. He has extremely strong affinity and the ability to tell lies.

The world's understanding of archangels is not very clear.

That's why they will be used forever.

Even if the true colors of the archangels are known, it will only be a long time later.

"Are you going to go back up there yourself or send one of your representatives up there?"

Imprius glanced at the messy battle not far away and curled his lips.

Anderson's technique of using the spear was still a bit rough, and he frowned as he looked at it.

But there is no better pastime right now, and there is no need for him to appear as a savior or something like that.

When Yizuer appeared, he had already harvested an excessive amount of faith. If he did it again at this time, it would be a bit deliberate.

No god will fulfill all the wishes of believers.

Not even parents can do this kind of thing.

They are not wish-making machines and will not respond to requests.

"That child can't go to the higher heaven for the time being. Isn't that why you kept Anderson down?"

Auriel smiled.

There is currently no place for them in the high-level heaven, so now is not the best time.

Although Israel is not as extreme as Malthael, balance is definitely more crazy than wisdom.

Wisdom weighs the pros and cons.

But Balance won’t care about that much.