661 Controversy and Verification of the Position of the Hammer

"Ahhh~"

Nanasay fell to the ground, wailing constantly.

Such performance has exceeded the imagination of everyone present.

Everyone present has already understood how powerful the Shark King is, but under Craig's seemingly random lightning fist, he was in pain like a child falling to the ground.

"Nanasay, are you okay?"

Constantine walked to Nanase's side and gently reached out to touch the scarred skin of the Shark King.

Perhaps others don't know why Nanase launched a reckless attack on Craig, but Constantine is undoubtedly clear.

This man may not be the smartest, nor the most calculating.

But for these mysterious knowledge, no one present knows better than him.

"Nanasay, it hurts."

For the first time, the Shark King said that he was in pain.

Before, even if he was hurt, he would only hum a few times.

"Okay, okay, I know Nanase is in pain.

But how long will it take you to recover?"

Constantine's tone was still gentle, but the expression on his face seemed a little wrong.

That expression symbolized danger, or he had already made some calculations, and he didn't even care that his plan was discovered by others.

Otherwise, Constantine, who was scheming, would not show it in his expression.

"A full meal~"

Nanase's answer made others feel a little at a loss for words.

A full meal?

This is not an exact number.

Who knows how much a shark eats in one meal?

And the shark king is not an ordinary shark. What if he needs more food and energy?

This operation in the Dream Prison is not a super long-term combat mission. To put it bluntly, it is just a short-term raid battle.

As long as the several teams that went out pass the message back, the large force will move towards the direction of the mill.

At this time, even if all the dry food for everyone is gathered together, it is probably not enough for Nanase to eat.

This guy eats people directly.

"Well, let me think about it.

Maybe you just need energy? Then Nanase, do you want to taste my blood?

When you were lying behind me, the sharp teeth gently bit my neck. I still can't forget the stimulation~"

Constantine obviously had bad intentions when he spoke, but it was hard to tell whether he was just disgusting others or had other plans.

"Constantine, Nephalem's blood is just a very ordinary tonic for demons.

Demons cannot absorb the energy in Nephalem's body, and this Shark King, even if he is the child of some strange god, will not change.

If you really want him to recover, the easiest way is to borrow someone else's medicine bottle and try."

Tony suspected that Constantine intended to let Shark I turn to Nephalem, so he could only talk about some of his own research results to try to dispel the other party's idea.

"Haha, Nanase won't become a Nephalem.

He is not in the category of humans, although the gap between him and humans is not that big.

At least at the soul level, Nanase should be classified as a human."

Constantine was perfunctory with nonsense, and Craig, who had put away his fighting posture, didn't care about it.

It was just like the person who had seriously injured Nanase before was not him.

It's not that Craig tried to shirk this responsibility, but he really didn't take it to heart.

The immortals don't really have too much respect for life. What he cares about is never the death of others, but his own loss.

Those who died disappeared from Craig's life, which is what Craig really felt sad about.

"Okay, if everything goes well, a team will soon pass on the news.

Should we guess which side will complete the task first?"

Natasha smiled sweetly and tried to smooth things over. If the dragon soul on her hands was ignored, perhaps her charm would be more attractive.

With the Dragon Soul Gloves in hand, Natasha felt somewhat inviolable.

"Bloodsport is approaching, and there seems to be someone around him, but he is not a member of the team."

Tony said after taking a look at the monitor he brought.

The monitor showed the general location of each team, which was prepared by Tony in advance.

Even those who valued personal privacy the most did not comment on this, but just put on the little gadget like a bracelet.

Anyway, they would be destroyed after the mission, and no one else had any idea.

Although Wayne only took the bracelet away, he did not wear it on his wrist.

Wayne suspected that Tony had mastered nanotechnology, and the action of wearing a bracelet would leave something in his body.

"What about Wayne and Jason Todd? Don't say that they will be defeated by the demons on the road.

Although the several teams exploring are not very powerful, they will not be unable to leave danger."

Hawkeye asked disdainfully.

He has a strong sense of identity with the identity of Nephalem.

Nephalem is not a thing of nationality, Nephalem is Nephalem.

Nothing else can interfere with this bloodline, and this bloodline gives Hawkeye the power to be respected.

Especially being respected by Nick Fury…

"Wayne and the others were retreating at high speed, and they obviously encountered someone who was invincible.

But the speed of bloody sports is a little faster. Their route of action should be the sewers here? "

Tony reached out and clicked on the monitor, and the flat map on it immediately became three-dimensional.

After changing the perspective, the location of the exploration team became clearer.

"Honestly, if you knew it would take some time, you could have called me when you were about to set off.

During this time, it would be more efficient for me to stay on the holy mountain and think or hone my body. "

Craig said with a bit of dissatisfaction.

It's not that he developed arrogance after becoming powerful.

His strength is nothing to be arrogant about.

The barbarian ancestors he saw every day were stronger than him, and even Cassius, the boxing master, came to him to relax after learning about his recovery.

arrogant?

Craig has never been arrogant, it's just that he really wants to seize every moment to make himself stronger.

"Craig, the enemy this time is the Hammer, we must be careful."

Natasha took out a bottle of specialty vodka and handed it directly to Craig.

Monks can drink wine and eat meat...

Except for some strange ascetics and cultists, most of the warriors in Sanctuary do not have any rules on eating.

It’s already very difficult to eat a full meal… Still thinking about the commandments?

You can't fight the devil on an empty stomach, right?

"I don't think that Hammer is a normal demon. If he was, then he should be in front of us soon.

Have you forgotten how sensitive these truly alpha demons are to the smell of the nephalem?

I wouldn't be surprised if he teleported directly in front of me, but he didn't.

Or are we all here not Nephalem? "

There was a little bit of sarcasm on Craig's expression.

He was really bored with having nothing to do.

Craig also wants to find his lover's soul.

Although he already knew that the Annihilation that had planned him all these years was gone, he didn't think that his wife's soul had also dissipated.

Most likely those souls have appeared in the realm of death.

Frank, the agent of death, has proven that death is not the kind of guy who abides by rules and responsibilities. Craig needs to be strong enough to negotiate with death.

"Is there a strong aura coming from the hammer?"

Tony asked eagerly, as if something suddenly occurred to him.

He himself is not a Nephalem, but he has done a lot of research and analysis out of defense against the Nephalem.

The leader-level demon should be very clear to the Nephalem's perception. Demons at that level would never hide themselves.

They don't care who their opponent is, let alone whether their opponent is stronger than them.

Each of these guys acted like berserkers when facing the Nephalem.

"I can feel it, but the position of the hammer keeps moving in my perception. This is not normal."

Craig looked at Tony before giving the answer.

His attitude was obviously that he didn't like Tony very much, but he still told the information directly.

Maybe it’s because of his respect for technology?

Tony frowned and directly enlarged and projected the surveillance screen of Meimeng Prison.

Above is the motionless hammer, which can generate tremendous pressure just by looking at it.

This should not be fake.

Can we still expect Hammer to use his legs that are thicker than an elephant to control the computer?

Before the mind controlled the computer, it was impossible for a demon like Nian Hammer to use electronic equipment.

At most, you can just find a TV to watch, but you can't change the channel.

"He's still where he is, at least that's what the surveillance shows."

Tony seemed a little nervous.

Whose judgment should I trust?

Nephalem's sense of breath? Or do you believe in high technology?

"We can only rely on the exploration team. They should be able to bring back valuable information."

Natasha saw that the atmosphere had become strange again, and she could only come out to adjust again.

Natasha had always done this kind of thing before, but now she felt a little tired of it.

Maybe it was because she became more powerful that she had a slight change in her thinking?

"Fuck, I'm finally back! So...when were these forts built?"

Bloodsport poked a head out of the drainage channel at the edge.

Several surrounding forts had turned their muzzles and pointed them at him.

This posture is a bit scary. What ordinary person can remain indifferent in this situation?

And Bloodsport itself is an easily excitable character.

“Hey, can you climb out quickly?

I'm hungry now and I'm covered in flesh and blood and I need to clean it up! "

The voice of the second generation Ratcatcher was transmitted through this pipe outlet, which naturally exposed her to some information.

"Bloodsport, what happened to your team? That they dispersed?"

Tony asked a little urgently, his tone seemed to be pressing, but he wasn't very polite anyway.

"I don't like being pointed at a gun. Can you tell these guys to stop staring at me?"

Bloodsport said not very politely, and pointed at the surrounding forts.

Although this guy is quite responsible, he is also a rather arrogant guy after all.

This kind of behavior is not something that a demon can imitate, and ordinary demons do not have this level of intelligence.

"Strictly speaking, it is a cannon, but... it's okay."

Tony waved his hand, and the turrets turned their heads directly.

Perhaps it was a gesture, or it could be done by Jarvis, the artificial intelligence.

However, the people present were basically not interested in this.

"This is the second generation of Rat Catcher. I found it after I separated from Wayne.

Her combat power is not too strong, but she can control rats and communicate with them to a certain extent."

After crawling out, Bloodsport dragged the second generation of Rat Catcher out of the passage and introduced it.

"Squeak squeak~"

The little mouse in the vest jumped onto Bloodsport's back and shouted with some dissatisfaction.

This action made Bloodsport's body very stiff...

He was still afraid of rats.

"This is Sebastian, a rat that can turn into a porcupine."

Bloodsport introduced it like this.

"Hairy rat?"

Craig had walked to Sebastian's side without knowing when. The strong breath of life on his body made most creatures feel friendly.

Craig's knowledge was definitely not as extensive as Wayne and Tony, but he was very familiar with these little things that could appear in Sanctuary.

Although he entered the secret realm through the barbarian channel, the secret realm was the legacy of two legendary monks.

Karasim was a strong man who unlocked the talent of Nephalem after the explosion of the World Stone. He didn't know much about the hairy rat.

But Fandaroni was an older monk than Bul-Kathos. These little guys could be seen everywhere in his secret realm.

"Is this guy a demon?"

Natasha adjusted her position slightly while speaking, making sure she could charge and join the battle at any time.

"Not entirely, it should be considered a small animal affected by the power of the Burning Hell, although it is equally deadly to ordinary people."

Craig stretched out his hand to Sebastian, and the little mouse climbed into his hand happily.

Fortunately, Craig did not intend to crush the little mouse to death.

"Are you here to rescue the Dream Prison? I want to ask, do you have any food?

If not, do you mind if I find a place to sleep?"

The second generation of the Rat Catcher gently reached out and took his little friend back from Craig's hands, speaking her truest thoughts.

If there is nothing to eat now, then the thing he wants to do most is to sleep well.

It's not hibernation, just a simple rest.

The Rat Catcher never needs a fixed resting place. As long as she turns on her equipment for a while, the mice will become her quilt and bed.

If you like mice very much, this experience is not bad.

"I want to ask, do you know the specific location of the big guy in the Dream Prison?"

Tony looked at the location of the mill hammer on the monitor and asked the second generation of the Rat Catcher.

The information of the Rat Catcher appeared in Tony's sight when the bloody sport was introduced.

Maybe these little mice can provide some information.