Dark Savages Come To the United States

Jessica Jones was in very bad physical condition at this time, with a bunch of wounds on her body, and her coat was torn into a pile of rags by the walking corpse and hung on her body.

The dense and innumerable wounds made her look like a character from a horror movie.

A few hazy rays of light pierced through the dark lower labyrinth, and the hand ax left several marks on the wall during the constant fighting.

And so the light came, but it wasn't a sign of hope.

Now she has no way to retreat, with the solid wall behind her, she has gone through all the corners of this maze. The corpses on the ground also covered every inch of the maze.

Now there is only one road left to go.

Jessica's attack provided ventilation in this airtight labyrinth, but this supplement of air didn't help her tired body much.

At most, it made her spirit a little clearer.

In front of her eyes was still a dense group of walking corpses, but she could already see the end of the group of walking corpses.

It's just that the number of walking corpses in front of her still makes her despair.

The ground was already covered with disgusting corpses, and Jessica Jones felt a strong sense of panic in the environment mixed with stench, just like when she was being manipulated to attack innocent people.

The iron fist that could not be stopped broke her heart.

Her feet were covered in sticky paste, and every movement seemed to consume all her strength.

At this moment, she finally realized the despair of the victim before facing death.

Slightly weakly waving the hand with the arm bones exposed, some narrow cracks appeared on the ax in the palm.

"Is that how it feels?"

Jessica spoke in a weak voice, too much flesh and blood was torn from her body under the attack of the walking corpse.

The legs had lost a lot of weight, and were covered with uneven bite marks, like a roast leg of lamb that had been slightly bitten by mistake. The fibers of the meat bounced off, making it a little disgusting.

The pelvis can already be seen from the buttocks, and the rest of the flesh has been scattered on the ground along with the fallen walking corpses.

Even a head of long hair fell out of her head a lot at this time, it was pulled off by the walking corpse with part of her scalp.

At this moment, she looks like a bald person.

"come!"

Jessica yelled at the walking corpses that were swaying and approaching in front of her. It was difficult for those guys to move on the corpses of the same kind.

From time to time, he would fall to the ground, and then be crushed to the ground by the guys behind, turning into corpses.

There are still many walking corpses.

Jessica swung the ax vigorously, but she lost the muscles in her forearm and let the weapon drop!

On the holy mountain of Harrogath, Luke was absent-mindedly coping with Maddock's training, his eyes fixed on the projection above his head.

The horror of Jessica fell into his eyes, making his body tense.

Maddock just looked at him without saying a word, as if he didn't intend to remind him to focus on training.

"Ancestor Madock, does she still have a chance to come out alive?"

Luke's voice was so small that it was almost drowned out by the wind.

"I don't know, and neither does Orac. Now only she knows if she can or will come out."

Maddock wanted to hand Luke a bottle of wine, but the place had no treasures he knew of.

"You never say such meandering things, so she is dying?"

A smile squeezed out of Luke's face, and then he said disappointedly.

And Bruce Wayne, who was observing everything on the holy mountain, also became nervous, life should not pass by so easily.

He is struggling.

And on the mountain peak not far away, Orac sat cross-legged on the ground, a calf's leg was slowly roasting in the fire that rose in front of him.

Orlak didn't like Jessica Jones as heir, even though Bulkelso had entrusted him with it.

Just watching a life gradually passing away in the secret realm will also make the god of war feel lost.

"Is a sinner worth living?"

Olak would always repeat this sentence, and he had never quite understood this question.

Especially after he died, he had a long time to think about this problem, but he felt more and more confused as he thought about it.

"What level of sinner is he? The one who commits evil deeds and deserves to die? Or the one who has to commit himself to the darkness in order to survive?"

Banal looked at Orac in front of him with red eyes.

"Come on, Olak! People are always going to die. Why don't you care about her? You have never done any evil, so you are still dead? And the death is very miserable. Don't you think you deserve to die? "

Banal grinned, revealing a mouthful of teeth that were too sharp.

The dark red beard kept rising and falling as he spoke.

"Trials are always like this. Those recruits died in the same way in my secret realm, and I have never been lost."

Orac didn't turn around to look at Banal behind him, but just lowered his head to make his body look smaller.

"I really don't understand why you're blabbering about what's happened? Aren't you befriending fate? He hasn't taught you to adapt yet?"

Banal drew out a pair of machetes and waved them indiscriminately.

"Fate always observes silently, never dabbles in change."

Olak spoke quietly as if he was relaying someone else's words.

These are the words of the Archangel of Destiny and Balance Yzreal.

Israel always stands in a neutral position and tries to find a solution to the problem.

But he doesn't dabble in change, and rarely does it.

Even though he has always devoted himself to fighting demons, he has never told others the final result of the battle of the eternal scar.

He is like a marionette, withdrawn and reticent.

"Does he really know everything? It's as if he already knew that Malthael would be a threat."

Banal is skeptical of Yzreal's power.

Like a fortune teller, what's the point of everything he says if it can change everything?

If everything he said was preordained, it was equally pointless for him to say it.

Banal doesn't believe in such things as fate. In his opinion, the value of fate is not as good as the stones that can be seen everywhere.

"Yzreal doesn't understand human nature, he's just looking for balance."

Olak turned over the beef leg on the fire, and said casually.

"Go to his archangel! Orac! I just know what you want to do. Will you regret fighting Hamelin?"

Banal swung his two knives and slashed at Aurak's shoulder.

Following a harsh sound of metal rubbing, Aurak held the God of War Blade with one hand, and directed the two blades towards the ground beside him.

"I won't be persuaded by you, just like I can never convince you."

Olak stood up, and the huge figure completely enveloped Banal.

"But I can convince you!"

Aurak roared loudly, and a whole shock wave extinguished the pile of flames, and the snow on the ground was also blown away, revealing the densely packed recruit handaxes stuck on the rocks.

These were the weapons of the recruits who would be his successor at the time, and each handaxe represented the loss of a life.

These recruits did not die in the fight with the devil, but stayed in his difficult secret realm.

"Then come!"

Banal's roar made saliva pop out of his mouth, and he charged towards Aurak with a defenseless posture!

This kind of fighting has long been a habit for two people, and it happens every time someone is about to die in Orac's trial.

This conversation between two people has been going on for hundreds of years.

...

In one room at the Hessing Institute, something was going on.

"Silas Victoria. You are my child now."

Akado showed a strange smile to Ms. Victoria who had just woken up in front of him.

In other words, Akado's smile always has a strange and evil aura no matter what time it is.

Even a little crazy.

"What's wrong with me!?"

Miss Victoria, who just woke up, is trying to recall what happened before.

As an ordinary person, he hastily intervened in the extraordinary world, and was taken hostage by a vampire wearing a priest's costume, and was asked by Akkad in front of him if he was a virgin.

The moment she answered in the affirmative, a large-caliber pistol pierced her chest.

"Shouldn't I be dead?"

Silas acted like an innocent teenage girl who was not at all qualified to be a police officer.

But perhaps it was this innocence that gave her a new life under Akado's hands,

At this time, even if she became a pure vampire, she didn't show any advantages worthy of attention.

Maybe beauty counts as one.

"Akado, the guys from S.H.I.E.L.D. have come here and said they want to use our power to destroy the vampires."

Integula folded his right arm and said in a cold tone.

It's not hard to hear her mocking in her words.

S.H.I.E.L.D. always wants to control everything, but it has already dissatisfied various organizations in the world.

Hessing is no exception.

"I obey your orders, master."

Akado left Silas, who was still in a daze, and said to Integula.

The relationship between him and Integula is somewhat delicate, and it is difficult for both people in it to define it.

Akado smiled brightly, took off the blood-red hat and put it on his chest, bowed to salute.

A few blood-red eyes opened in the shadow on the ground, making the room much colder in an instant.

"Let's deal with the things around you first. Those guys are not worth investing too much energy. If necessary, you will be mobilized."

Integula turned around, she didn't intend to get too involved in the process of Akado training his "daughter".

She can completely trust Akado, and this trip is just to find someone to relieve her inner emotions.

Recently, the vampire time in the UK has also become frequent, and Integula feels a little bit of pressure.

As Hai Xin's neighbor leader, she will not rashly intervene in the battle of S.H.I.E.L.D.

In other words, she hopes that SHIELD can learn to respect other existences while constantly suffering losses. Only respect is the beginning of cooperation.

Coulson's arrival is just the first step in respect, and Nick Fury's respect is never easy to enjoy.

Hai Xin will not stand idly by, but the value will be reflected when the help is really necessary.

Akado watched Integra leave with a smile, and then a red light flashed in his eyes.

Silas, who was still groping for the wound on her body, felt a jolt, and she felt that she was about to know something important.

...

"This place is abnormal. The door I can't even kick open, and the car that's covered in blood.

Even the faint stench coming from this place reminds me to be careful.

Evil is everywhere, and danger can strike at any time.

The stench was not the smell of rotting corpses, but it always made me feel the existence of sin. This contradictory feeling even made me a little trance.

I don't understand why this is, or what's hiding here, it's just that I haven't seen the truth yet. "

The homeless man sat curled up on a bench, carefully writing in a brown notebook.

There were quite a few differences between his performance and a normal tramp, but the wooden plaque made those differences less noticeable.

The guy who advocates the doomsday theory has a bit of cerebral palsy. How can human beings know the trajectory of fate?

Even if there are people who can predict the future, those people will not let themselves be exposed.

His body was squeezed in front of him as if curled up, his legs were on the stool, and his knees blocked the notebook, making the movement of writing less conspicuous.

He'd seen the agents watching from a distance in the first place, so he made himself appear more like a normal bum.

"Performance" may be a problem with the word, he himself is a bum, just not so normal.

So a homeless man trying to break into a house, looking for some chance of survival, is not much of a note.

It's just that he couldn't kick the door open no matter what.

The smithy felt like a guide at first, but that feeling shifted with Bulkelso's departure.

He understood in an instant that the feeling that attracted him came from Bulkelso.

On the first day of the long observation, the goal was determined.

The homeless man scanned his surroundings again, and then walked in the direction he came from with the wooden sign that read "End of the World" like graffiti.

He carefully avoided the eyes of the agents not far away, making himself act like a normal homeless man.

It's just that his pace is a little nervous.

He is just an ordinary human being. Although he has some skills, he can't ignore the danger.

Discreet concealment is his method of survival.

The ground at the door of the blacksmith's shop made him extremely uneasy, and even angry.

He is always angry, but more often than not, sorrow is born out of anger.

Now he was going to find Bulkelso following that feeling of attraction.

He felt that he could get the answer from Bulkelso for his recent changes.

Even if he didn't know the name of Bulkelso, he didn't know what Bulkelso represented.

But "never compromise" isn't it?

Nothing can stop him but death.

When I clicked to send the 14,000-word manuscript, I realized that I wrote it while disconnected from the Internet!

Then it's over!

I made up 4,000, and the rest is being coded! There are 10,000 words left before twelve noon to make up!