$420 Sonya and Hope "Chatting"

A portal.

Or, another portal.

When it comes to barbarians, portals are always the first thing to appear.

This technology is too convenient, comparable to various means of transportation.

Especially the convenience and cost issues, which make this spell widely spread in Sanctuary.

Sonya pulled open the portal and walked out from the other side, holding a mobile phone in her hand, looking a little confused.

Not serious at all, not like someone who came to cause trouble.

But it can't be said that she is very friendly.

Electronic products are new to most barbarians. But Sonya's purpose of coming here is not to figure out how to operate a mobile phone.

She wants to meet Auriel. In addition to telling Auriel some news, she also has some questions to ask the guys in front of her.

Auriel will not be ignorant of Malsail's news, but there is no reason for Auriel to know those things that Sonya has personally experienced.

For example, the spell related to "Mother of Grace".

Sonya didn't believe that only the necromancer Lasma knew about this matter. The archangels knew the position of Lilith.

But no archangel mentioned this matter.

Sonya was a little angry, so she wanted a truth.

At least it had to sound like the truth.

"Long time no see, how do you feel?"

Sonya greeted Auriel, and had already taken out the mountain-splitting axe in her hand.

This question was not what he wanted to ask, it was just a polite greeting.

It was the same as "Have you eaten?"

The axe blade of the mountain-splitting axe revealed an ancient breath in the coldness, as if threatening Auriel in front of him to treat her question carefully.

The cold wind enveloped the office in an instant.

Some whistling wind could be heard faintly.

The most superficial threat to Sonya was definitely necessary.

The guys in the high-level heaven were a little dishonest in her eyes, so Sonya's methods seemed a little particularly rough.

But it worked well this way.

"As you can see, it's pretty good."

Auriel smiled.

He pulled the ribbon in his hand.

The Weeping Angels were trapped in place by the power of hope, motionless.

Hope is everywhere, so observation is also present at all times.

Even if Hope is not easy to kill these monsters, but when facing Auriel, they have no room to move.

Auriel showed his strength, which was a subconscious reminder to Sonya of the difference in power between them.

Sonya is not Reko. When they met last time, Sonya had not faced the power of an archangel.

Geniuses also need a process of growth, although for Sonya, this process is not long.

"I have seen Masaille before, and he is probably in contact with Lilith now. Who knows what the situation is like now."

Sonya said casually, looking at the mountain-splitting axe in her hand.

The responsibility of Quarkak fell on her, which made her somewhat uncomfortable.

This takes time, doesn't it?

Auriel's behavior of promoting force made Sonya a little depressed.

It seemed that there was no hope for the battle. Archangels mostly avoided fighting when facing Nephalem.

Who knows what the mentality was?

Maybe hiding their strength, or maybe they were disdainful?

Sonya was not very interested in this. She just wanted to get an answer from Auriel.

I just don't know if Auriel will give her the answer she wanted.

"I'm sorry. It's really hard to be happy to hear such news."

Auriel used a little force to grab the ribbon.

The Weeping Angels made a sound of being overwhelmed from their bodies made of unknown materials.

Fortunately, there have been no obvious changes. These things are still very strong.

The archangels were a little unclear about what Malthael wanted to do.

Maybe Tyrael could know something. After all, justice and wisdom have always had a good relationship.

But Auriel hasn't seen Tyrael for a while.

She can't feel anything about Tyrael, and Auriel doesn't intend to delve into the reasons here.

As long as Tyrael didn't die completely, Auriel didn't like Tyrael who was stronger than the standard.

That guy wasn't old-fashioned, but he always acted like he was fooling others.

Goodwill was a consumable for Tyrael, after all, the Archangel of Justice couldn't go anywhere.

"Can I leave? You know, I spent this time in fear."

Constantine scratched his hair.

He looked very embarrassed.

Even if Auriel helped him heal the injury of his broken hand, he didn't show any gratitude.

After all, Constantine didn't kneel down and beg the angel to heal his body.

The angels he knew liked to talk about the exchange of interests, so his attitude towards Auriel was the same.

Not every human was trustworthy, let alone these aliens.

"Are you here to fight me?"

Auriel ignored Constantine's words and looked at Sonya.

Sonya's muscles trembled a little, and she looked excited.

Sonya likes fighting, because fighting can prove her talent in fighting.

Sonya is different from other barbarians, he is an absolute genius.

At a young age, he has powerful strength, and the weapon challenges the existence of the highest peak.

An opponent like an archangel, he rarely misses the opportunity to fight.

Auriel has been prepared for this.

"Not really."

Sonya gave a negative answer.

Such an answer surprised Auriel a little.

"Bul-Kathos asked?"

"It's my idea. After all, the general should not always be blinded by the desire of fighting."

Sonya said so.

She was much calmer than before, and learned from the old general Quarkak in words and deeds.

The anger also calmed down, hidden under the eternal ice.

"Then why did you appear in front of me? Just want to tell me that Malsail has achieved a phased goal?"

Auriel looked at Sonya with curious eyes, waving his hands gently, as if to drive away flies.

The ribbon tightened little by little with her movements, and finally scars appeared on the body of the Weeping Angel.

Constantine walked to Coulson's side and gestured to Coulson's neck.

He was very curious about how those operations that could knock people out by hitting the neck were done, and he looked eager to try.

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It's not that he didn't try it, but after each attempt, he had to use spells to clean up.

To be honest, Constantine doesn't like magic very much.

For him, this kind of thing is probably the real purpose of using it to show his uniqueness.

"If you want to fight now, please let me take Coulson away for a distance.

Otherwise, our 'weak' bodies can't survive the aftermath of the battle."

A nagging monologue, Constantine's carelessness everywhere.

He is not afraid, because there is no cowardice or fear in his soul.

But his hand was already in his pocket, holding the sandbag that belonged to the Sandman.

This was his trump card. If it was only used to test Nick Fury, the value of this treasure seemed too cheap.

Constantine was an expert in the mysterious side, and his methods were endless.

"By the way, how do you use this thing?"

Sonya smiled with a crooked mouth, opened her palm and placed the mobile phone in front of Constantine.

"Just press the button. I remember I gave you the manual last time?"

Constantine waved his hand and squeezed out a bright smile.

He glanced at Oriel meaningfully.

"John, we need more trust, or I will choose someone I am more willing to trust."

Oriel said this and lowered his eyes a little.

It doesn't feel good to be used, especially by a guy who doesn't look very serious.

Oriel is considering whether he has done something wrong in wanting to reach a certain degree of cooperation with Constantine.

Maybe Angel Dawson is a better choice?

"Of course, that's your freedom. But there's no one in the world who is more suitable to do this than me.

Because only I can accurately grasp the scale of dealing with you."

Constantine pointed to the monitor hanging on the wall.

Sonya was a little unhappy with his indifferent and contemptuous attitude.

"Oriel, you didn't tell the barbarians about your plan."

Sonya shook her hair, and a trace of anger flashed across the mountain-splitting axe in her hand.

"Correspondingly, barbarians, you didn't communicate with me about your plan."

Oriel said tit for tat.

Then she turned her eyes to another blank space.

He felt that there was a guy somewhere, full of hope, but rejected hope.

It was complicated and a little uncomfortable.

The guy just stayed there silently, and Oriel didn't ask anything.

"After all, the conversation I talked about is not as good as a battle to show each other's will, but our battle should not be so casual."

Sonya widened her eyes and stared at Oriel in front of her.

She seemed to be ready for a fight, but she didn't take the initiative.

...

On the moon.

Wolverine was looking at the tablet in his hand.

This thing was sponsored by Nick Fury.

After all, Wolverine rarely has a lot of money and technology products on him.

Logan is an old antique, and the things he likes are slightly older objects.

In terms of the degree of acceptance of new things, he seems to be no different from those old cowboys in their 50s and 60s.

"Logan, SHIELD can't do anything for you now, because the danger we are in may be a little more serious than you think."

Nick Fury's one eye flickered a little.

He believed that Logan basically understood what he meant at this point.

Wolverine is not a simple reckless man.

Before he lost his memory for the first time, this guy was one of the top high-end combat talents.

Fighters of various schools can do it at will, but the regrown brain seems to have changed him a lot.

"It's better to talk business instead of talking nonsense! I want some information about a few people, such as the location of Hulk."

Logan casually put the tablet on the table on the side and said to Nick Fury with a serious face.

His physical condition showed his taboo against Black Bolt!

Logan did not tell Nick Fury the whole truth, and he did not even reveal one-third of the information.

"The most important thing is that I need the Cosmic Cube."

Logan's eyes were a little sleepy, and the adamantium spikes on his hand also stretched out from between his fingers.

"And the last time I went to that place, it was full of corpses. I think you won't mind telling me what happened."

Logan threatened Nick Fury in front of him.

Nick Fury stood there without changing his face, without any expression.

He knew what the Cosmic Cube was, but he couldn't show it.

He didn't intend to agree to Logan's request, and Nick Fury believed that Black Bolt had the same attitude.

"Why! What are you going to do?"

Logan's voice suddenly became impatient, and the steel claws in his hand pointed at Nick Fury.

He felt waves of malice.

This is his talent, the beast's talent for perceiving danger.

Although not as sensitive as Spider-Man's, Wolverine's intuition in this regard is just as good!

Nick Fury seemed to have done something that would be harmful to him.

But he could not see any hostility on Nick Fury's face.

Between his intuition and the picture he saw, he believed in his intuition!