465 Release

Not many people knew about this farce which was a bit too fucked up when it happened, and there were not many traces when it ended.

Except for a child who is now a little autistic, there has not been much change on the Holy Mountain.

If Kahn is not fighting with Talek.

Anyway, Luke and Jessica don't know about it now.

"Jessica, how strong are you now?"

Luke said with a gentle smile.

Such an expression is a bit rare for him, because he is not particularly good at expressing emotions.

But he feels that it is necessary to do so now.

Tenderness is a little adjustment in a long relationship, and not everyone will be happy with a calm relationship.

Maybe a simple and honest man can make Jessica feel relaxed from the bottom of her heart, but a man who will consider the other person is the better one.

At least Luke wants to give Jessica something better.

"I don't know, but I seem to be getting stronger all the time."

Jessica raised her fist and looked at it in front of her eyes, with unbelievable emotions in her eyes.

Luke's gentleness would warm her heart, but it was not unbelievable.

The man simply made her want to laugh, but what she couldn't believe was another thing.

Because she couldn't tell whether she was Jessica Jones or a shadow of Orlac.

The power in her body that was increasing every moment made her feel "panic".

Her will was constantly turning towards Orlac, perhaps this was also a test.

Whether it was becoming a new Orlac or a better Jessica, it was not a bad thing for the barbarians as a whole.

Although she knew very well that Orlac had never thought of having a shadow.

The god of war once arrogantly believed that the barbarians only needed him to dedicate himself, and even if he stood on the edge of disappearance, he would not have such an emotion of regret.

Rather than saying this, perhaps Orlac hoped that there would be no one like him among the barbarians after him.

While the two were talking, the purple man over there was completely broken.

Even the soul was burned to ashes by anger.

The purple man didn't die very happily. His body was a little too hard, and the process of death was given more pain.

Perhaps the purple man would be willing to say hello to the blacksmith Lasuk. Maybe Lasuk didn't pay so much attention when forging weapons.

Complete death is probably the ending he wants most after experiencing so many things, but the process is not very smooth.

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The existence of neither death nor life is a torture, but he has not felt ashamed of what he has done during this period.

This is a pure villain. Rather than regretting making mistakes, it is better to say that he regrets being caught for making mistakes.

Unrepentant is the most common attitude of these real villains.

Saying that they are heroes is a bit derogatory of the word "hero". The purple man is just garbage, not a hero.

Despicable is worse than the cockroach in the trash can.

"I want to meet with the ancestor of Kotul, now is the time."

Luke said so.

He didn't plan to spend more time on the purple man, the garbage had already broken into pieces.

Luke smashed it with his fists, and of course when he encountered some hard bones, he borrowed some stones from the Holy Mountain.

Although going to the Burning Hell was what he wanted to do most at this time, he knew very well that going to the Burning Hell now was purely seeking death.

It was meaningless and would not produce any value.

It was just that he couldn't wait to give Jessica a home.

Luke could clearly feel that Jessica was getting farther and farther away from him now. It was not that the love between them became shallow, but that Jessica was constantly moving towards the position of the God of War, and the part belonging to Jessica Jones was constantly decreasing.

This made him a little afraid. He was afraid that the person in front of him would become another existence one day, and the other party would not notice it at all.

After all, people could not fully understand each other. In that case, people would no longer be composed of countless individuals, but become a part of a whole.

Like an organ.

"Luke, I'm happy that you can think about me, but you can't live only for others. Whether it's the ancestor Maddock or me, they will only be a part of your life, not all of it."

Jessica looked into Luke's eyes seriously and spoke word by word.

The two people came together because of their similarities, but when they fell in love, it was because they accepted each other's differences.

No one needs to put all of themselves on another person.

It's not about freedom, but personality needs independence.

"No, I live for my love."

Luke pressed Jessica's lips and interrupted her.

At this time, there were also bursts of good-natured laughter behind them.

It is definitely embarrassing to be seen by others when you are talking to each other. Perhaps the word embarrassed is more suitable for some situations?

"What are you going to do with me? Wrestle with me?"

Koutu's silly smile made people feel suffocated. Even with his strong arms folded in front of him, he couldn't even hold his hands.

But he still did it, because this was the pose that Orak liked to pose the most when he was growing up.

Koutu didn't hide his intentions at all. He was never good at hiding.

He was as straightforward as a rail car with only two standards: forward and backward.

"I want to ask if you can relax the standards. After all, it's not fun to hinder me and Jessica from being together."

Luke chuckled, said something not manly at all, and then charged at Koutu!

The remnant of the legendary Maddock appeared in his hand, and the blunt weapon was across his body, making him look like a speeding semi-trailer.

The ground was trampled by his footsteps, leaving a series of footprints.

"That's impossible! Standards are standards."

Koutu laughed loudly, then flexed his muscles and stood there waiting for Luke's charge.

He didn't tell Luke and Jessica that the so-called standards were all up to him.

As for whether Cassius would be dissatisfied afterwards?

Then let Cassius come and talk to him about the standard in person!

"Bang!"

The collision happened quite suddenly, and the sound was not small.

But there was not much dust or anything like that stirred up from the ground.

Because Luke's body was forced to stop in place, and his feet sank deeply into the ground.

Facing Coutur's strong body, Luke only slightly made Coutur tremble.

The gap between the two is still too big.

"Even if you have shaken me, you can get engaged. The rest is a qualified trophy. I said! If anyone has any objections, let him come to me!"

Coutur relaxed directly, looking at the skin on his arm that was scratched by the blunt weapon and said with some surprise.

Luke still has a big gap in pure strength, but in terms of fighting, Luke is already a mature warrior.

When Coutur, who is good at wrestling, faces an unqualified demon, his skin will not even be scratched.

Luke's growth surprised him a little.

"Of course, the dead guy over there is not acceptable. Although that guy can meet the standard, a captive beast cannot be considered a trophy."

Kutuer's mouth cracked into an ugly smile, and he sincerely blessed the young warriors.

However, his blessing did not have any auspicious words, just a silly smile.

"If you have time, you can compete with each other, at least you can decide who will do the housework in the future."

Kutuer's teasing tone made Jessica more human.

At least she blushed.

"Haha~"

Luke laughed nervously, and he knew that Kutuer had let him off.

"Jessica, I plan to build our new home myself, right next to the blacksmith shop in Burkaso. The Frank family also lives there, and maybe it will become a new community."

Luke said to Jessica after seeing Kutuer turn around and leave.

His voice was not loud, as if he was afraid of being heard by someone again, but he directly held the pair of hands that had become rough due to the battle.

The two stood face to face, looking very harmonious.

"You decide, I hope you can do all the housework."

Jessica gently hit Luke's chest, and this time Luke's body shook violently, but there was no injury.

Luke also became stronger.

"This is a tradition, but I still hope we can be more open-minded and divide the work, or do it together."

Luke smiled so hard that his back teeth could be seen.

The blessing of the ancestors made the young couple more gentle in life.

At least now they don't have to consider how to face the possible flood of demons and angels.

In the woods not far away, Natasha and Hawkeye were sitting in front of a fire roasting meat, with some fruits on the side.

Although they heard some movements from Luke, they were not in the mood to care about the specific things.

They had something to discuss. The barbecue on the fire was already a little burnt, and it looked as if it was being rejected.

No one can eat only meat for every meal, there must be something else.

"When will you return to SHIELD?"

Natasha asked casually. Although her feelings for SHIELD were not as strong as those for the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, it was a place that gave her a place to stay in the past.

It would be a lie to say that she had no feelings.

The main obstacle now was not SHIELD's attitude, but Hawkeye in front of him.

"Wait until Nick Fury is really honest with us, or until SHIELD is united."

Hawkeye said so.

He originally didn't plan to do this, but when he returned home and found that there were agents everywhere at his doorstep, he felt it necessary to examine his job.

Agents are always suspected, and he knows this very well.

But not many people know where his home is. Natasha in front of him is one of them, and Nick Fury is naturally one of them.

He didn't know what went wrong, but the reality was that his home was being targeted by agents.

Recently, he has been busy tracking down the agents who were following his home, completing an operation like a matryoshka doll.

He is the most professional in tracking this kind of thing.

At least that's the case in S.H.I.E.L.D.

If Natasha hadn't said there was something important at this time on the Holy Mountain, he wouldn't have come.

"Barton, maybe you misunderstood Nick Fury? Maybe those guys are another group of people?"

Natasha said with a headache.

Although she may be the person who knows Hawkeye best besides his family, she has never thought that Hawkeye is really as stubborn as the eagle.

Cooking an eagle is a technical job, and Natasha doesn't have the ability.

It would be better to say that Hawkeye was already made love to that gentle and considerate woman.

Hawkeye probably doesn't care much about the choices of others other than that home.

Among friends and family, Hawkeye obviously values ​​his family more.

Because home is the place this circus-born eagle yearns for most, and it is also where his softest heart resides.

"Who else could it be? Hydra? Hydra was cleaned up and down before. Do you want to tell me that their heads have grown back in such a short period of time?"

Hawkeye's words didn't seem very polite.

But Natasha knew that the Hawkeye in front of her was definitely a good man.

"Perhaps it is? Do you remember the last brigades before? Even if those guys are not Hydra, they are inextricably related to Hydra. Who knows if there are other similar guys?"

Natasha had a hard time convincing Hawkeye.

She is indeed good at persuading others, but to some extent she needs to rely on her own unique "charm".

And use that method to treat an old acquaintance? Besides, this old acquaintance has a family of his own.

Natasha's lower limit is not that low, of course...

The “old acquaintance” is the key part.

The lower limit is actually the most worthless thing to Natasha who was born in a red house, but SHIELD gave her a dignity slightly higher than the lower limit.

For this reason Natasha is grateful to SHIELD.

Sometimes a small favor can be remembered for a lifetime, as long as it comes at the right time.

"Have you decided that SHIELD needs us now? Or have you said that after this period of leave, Black Widow can't wait to get back to work?"

Hawkeye's tone was sarcastic, and now he almost seemed to have lost his mind.

Natasha's expression changed and she became cold.

Friends can also have conflicts, especially when one of them is angry.

Natasha felt a little offended. When the two of them got along, they almost never used nicknames to call each other.

Not even as a joke.

Private space requires a more intimate attitude, but something is wrong with Hawkeye now.

Natasha took a long breath and calmed down.

Only in front of her friends would she act like a human being.