Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Wake up from the dark world, I hope this world is still worthy of your trust!"

Bul-Khasso stood before the nephalem stele, chanting softly.

It's not a spell, just a greeting when an ancient nephalem ghost is awakened.

How do you say hello to an ancient nephalem ghost?

Even if it is changed to "Have you eaten", it can have the same effect, but it is not very solemn.

Just a hello, it's just that this place needs to be a little more serious.

As Bulkelso's voice fell, a solitary and distinctive stone pillar radiated light gently.

Then little by little, a fluttering soul appeared.

"Dude, it seems like I haven't seen you in a while."

Orek, the name of the nephalem ghost.

No one knows what profession this nephalem ghost was or where he was born.

This is what Orek said when he first woke up:

"Only the mightiest nephalem can enter these mysteries, and only they can awaken me from my slumber"

"I have been silent in the dark for many years, until your coming. But you are different from your ancestors, aren't you?"

Who was the first to awaken the soul of Orek?

Anyway, Bulkelso knew that he was far from being called "the most powerful" at that time.

Even if he was strong enough at the time.

Orek's words seemed kind, but the cold tone in his voice did not imply any kindness.

"Orek, are you still unwilling to tell me who woke you up at that time?"

After Bulkelso finished speaking, he quietly looked at Olek in front of him.

The illusory soul did not change in the slightest under the power of the holy mountain of Harrogas.

Orek wasn't a barbarian, but he might be even older.

Of course, Bulkelso awakened Orek's soul not out of boredom, he needed the help of a soul, and Orek was the channel through which he could contact that guy.

"Bulkelso, why are you always curious about this question? Doesn't the secret realm where you honed your skills make you dispel that idea?"

The secret realm mastered by Olek is no longer the only option in Harrogath Sacred Mountain.

But in the end something is different.

The secret realm he has mastered represents more exquisite fighting skills and more powerful enemies.

But for Bulkelso's question, Olek obviously didn't intend to give more answers.

But the answer to this question, Bulkelso will know.

Even in some savage ways!

"Olek, we can also open the secret realm, and now I have the qualifications to know everything. Moreover, we have never been as stingy as you, you have always only revealed the secret realm to those Nephalem who are strong enough. "

Burkasso's tone was full of dissatisfaction, and he stared at Orek intently.

His body was tense, as if he would wave the weapon in his hand in the next moment, and smash it hard at Orek's head.

It's almost time to gossip!

"I know, I saw you send those weak little guys who are not even ants into the secret realm, watched them overcome their own shortcomings, and then walked out of here with joy."

Orek looked directly into Bulkasso's eyes, and the next moment, a strong emotion flashed in his eyes.

The mysteries held by the barbarians on the sacred mountain of Harrogath did not escape Orek's perception.

"However, your approach is wrong! Compared with the real big demons, do you think that everything in the secret realm is inferior? Of course not, the shadows of those demons are even stronger than the real demons. It’s just that the secret realm is a place for training after all.”

Olek was still talking about him from side to side, trying to bring the previous question to the fore.

"Jortun Kooler?"

Bulkeso said the name directly.

Who was the one who awakened Orek? Bulkasso had already guessed.

Only Jotun Kulle could claim to be the strongest nephalem at that time.

Jotun Kulle is a very wise nephalem, a mage, and a unique existence that combines blood and knowledge.

Jotun Kuller is definitely not a bad person, he just wants to awaken human beings by all means and make the Nephalem a god above angels and demons.

For this reason, the Horadrim racked his brains and tried his best to dismember him, seal him, and hide him deep in various secret realms.

Why would the Horadrim bother to take down a mighty nephalem?

After summoning Jotun Kulle, he will tell the nephalem the truth of many things.

While wandering around the sanctuary, many people would tell Bulkelso what to do.

Whether it's slaying demons, or going somewhere to save someone.

But it was always only Jotun Kuller who kept giving his advice, but he always behaved bitterly and meanly.

Just like Jotun Kulle told Bulkelso, the nephalem are just being used by them, and each of them has their own purpose.

"You can keep guessing, keep looking. But you won't get the answer from me."

Bulkelso looked at Olek in front of him, his body was trembling constantly.

He felt that he was close to the truth!

Jotun Kulle is a super nephalem with infinite wisdom and powerful mana!

But when he was dealt with, he was very fragile.

Not to mention that Bulkelso didn't use all his strength at that time, even Cormac was wondering how could an existence that was exaggerated to be comparable to the Seven Demon Kings be so vulnerable?

Is this just because he has just been resurrected?

There is indeed a connection between Jotun Kooler and Olek! This is the most important thing!

"What is the purpose of Jotun Kuller? What is the connection between him and Rasma?"

Bulkeso asked.

It wasn't a question that Orek never said anything about, and Orek probably knew it best.

At least Vorusk and Laiko have no way to answer this question.

Jotun Kuller existed before that Kanai!

Even now no one thinks that Jotun Kolle is gone!

"Didn't you already know his purpose? To make the nephalem a god, above angels and demons."

Olek spoke calmly, as if telling a story.

"That's all?"

Bulkelso was a little skeptical.

It's less like a conspiracy and more like a grand wish.

But just for this reason, Jotun Kuller would not be cut up and sealed up!

"That's all? You use this time to describe this matter? That is the root cause of violating the will of the high-level heaven and attracting the evil king of hell."

Olek looked at Bulkelso with some dissatisfaction in his eyes.

It seems that in his eyes, Bulkelso is still an immature young man, and he doesn't look at those things with the eyes of an "adult" at all.

"I am the winner and their leader. Now I have this strength!"

Bulkelso restricted his power to a narrow enough range to show it without reservation.

He is showing his current power to the ancient nephalem ghost who has been sleeping for a long time.

Destroy the souls of Azmodan and Duriel! Absorbed the personality of the Archangel of Courage!

Get the gift of time from devouring this loot from the battle!

Bulkelso is already the strongest, now is the time to let the real old guy Olek understand this!

"Now, am I qualified?"

Bulkelso used his courage to wash away the illusory soul in front of him, and said every word!

Bulkelso needed more truths, and hoped that the soul of Jotun Kule, who didn't know where he was hiding in a corner, would appear and bring more news.

"Perhaps, you are already the strongest, but are you still a nephalem? Bulkelso?"

There was some sarcasm in Orek's voice.

A body with a mixture of various forces, is it still a nephalem?

This kind of problem is not something that Bull Casso will consider.

What he is and what he is not is determined by his will!

"You should not ask such a question when you call me Bul Kesso. Now, let me ask you one last question, where is Jotun Kule!?"

Bulkelso's hand was already on the weapon at his waist.

A soul can be killed.

And that moment represents the freedom of the soul!

Be it righteous or evil!

Just like the sun, whether righteous or evil, will fall on people!

"I once said that in time you will understand! Now, do you understand, Bulkelso?"

Behind Orek, the upright nephalem stele exuded a gentle radiance.

A golden portal slowly rotated from several golden lights, and appeared in front of Bulkelso,

The soul of a tall mage passed through the portal little by little, and bursts of inexplicable breaths were filling the entire Harrogas Holy Mountain.

That mage came here with strong mana enough to disperse everything, and the power brought by profound knowledge!

Only at the moment when he hit his body heavily with his staff can he truly feel the weight of knowledge!

"Jortun Kul! How long are you going to hide me? Is it the day when I turn into a soul and reside on the holy mountain of Harrogas?"

Burkasso drew out the weapon at his waist, and the blade pointed directly at Jotun Kul's eyes.

But Jordan Keller still said in that frivolous and annoying tone:

"No, no, no! Bulkelso. You have to know that it is impossible for a soul as mutilated and almost divided into two as you to appear on the holy mountain of Harrogath."

Jotun Kul shook the portal on the nephalem tablet shut.

He walked towards Bulkelso without stopping, even though the sharp knife tip was in front of his eyes!

As Jotun Kule advanced, the weapon stained with an unknown amount of demon blood turned into gravel little by little, and dissipated in front of Jotun Kule.

When Jotun Kule stood in front of Burkasso, the weapon completely dissipated.

"An interesting trick, you already seem to know I'll choose to show up? Bulkelso?"

Jotun Kule looked at Bulkeso and said with a smile.

That weapon is not a legend, it's just a long sword that can be seen everywhere.

If it was something precious, even Jotun Kuller would not easily turn that weapon into a handful of gravel.

Although there was a questioning taste in his tone, Bulkasso and he both knew that that was it.

"Then, the Nephalem who knows a lot but only speaks vaguely, the great Jotun Kulle, do you plan to give me any new advice now?"

Bulkelso spoke to Jotun Kule in front of him with a sarcastic tone.

Jotun Kul has reminded Bulkelso countless times, or reminded all the nephalem countless times!

"Beware of that witch and archangel.

You have no idea who the girl next to you is.

I used to have many titles, but not a liar. "

Jotun Kuller told Bulkelso early on that Adria was in danger and reminded Leah of her identity!

Even saying that he has never been called a liar to warn!

As for being careful with the Archangel, Bulkelso hasn't experienced anything related.

If anything, it was probably the moment Tyrael detonated the World Stone!

"Huh? Let me think about it."

Jotun Keller raised his hand and pinched his chin, speaking slowly, as if he was in deep thought.

"Join me, as long as we unite, we can rule all mankind? How about this sentence?"

Jotun Keller said with a meaningful smile on his face.

"You still haven't given up on your ambition? Now you can't even be resurrected. Your body and your blood have already followed us into this world and said goodbye to you forever."

Bulkeso frowned, took out a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

Rule the world?

No hero in the nephalem has ever thought this way.

That's arrogant and arrogant.

Bul-Kelso knew that Jotun Kuller had other things to say.

"So, how about making this world home to the nephalem? Or are you going to hear a new word I've come up with for a long time to mock a guy like you?"

Jotun Kuller said casually.

Then he waved Olek's soul into the nephalem stone pillar.

"Jortun Kule, let's get down to business! I want to open a large enough secret realm to let the high-level heaven and the burning hell enter together! Then take a more critical step!

Now I need your and Orek's help! Of course, I'll do it whether or not yours will help me! "

Bulkelso finally became serious looking at Jotun Kuller in front of him.

The strength in his body rushed against Jotun Kule in front of him like a tide.

"Of course, why not? That's what you want, isn't it?"

Jotun Keller's words made the blood vessels on Bulkesso's forehead burst.

For him, this sentence is comparable to the sentence "This thing is good, can I get it back?" said by the merchant in Karada who bought a lucky bag with blood rock fragments.

This is a mockery for every nephalem who has ever fought in the secret realm!

"You have several days to think and understand the world. When I ask you next time, I hope you can give me the answer I want."

Bulkelso took a deep look at Jotun Keller for the last time, and then threw a stone in his hand to Jotun Keller.

There is the foundation of the secret realm this time, the bearer of part of Tyrael's will.

"That's interesting, give me time to learn about the world? You want me to make a plan for the world?"

Jotun Kule silently put away the stone, and the corner of his mouth finally fell down with sarcasm.

Jotun Kooler, after all, is just a loser on the road of pursuing strength.

No matter how much knowledge he possesses and the infinite mana, he still fails.

With no chance of resurrection, how could he have the qualifications to let Bulkelso join his plan?

A ghost, wandering alone in this world.

Only Bul-Kelso, a fellow who seemed beyond the reach of the nephalem, was strong enough to help him, and Johanna.

Jotun Kuller twitched the corner of his mouth, not intending to continue his evaluation.

A crusader who pinned all his strength and spirit on a set of legends, even if he took a powerful step in the footsteps of Bulkasso, he still couldn't get rid of the innate cage.

...

At the foot of the holy mountain, Liya's figure was walking step by step.

She didn't bring the Sky Hammer with her, and every step she took was a bit difficult.

The power of original sin was bestowed by Diablo himself, and Leah was powerless to resist her other father.

Even if the soul is noble, what can be done?

Without power, all the nobility can only be remembered by people.

Leah, whose will was enveloped by Diablo, was manipulated like a marionette.

She has been on a set path since she was born.

Never freed.

"He~"

Lia's throat sounded like the kind of old-fashioned blower after it's cracked.

She hadn't spoken for too long.

Wanting to talk has also become an unfamiliar experience for her.

"Hi girl. What's the matter with you?"

A gypsy woman driving a car stopped beside Leah with her three or four-year-old child.

With some vigilance, but careful care can be heard in the voice.

The woman's name was Nadya, and her child's name was Danny.

No other name.

This woman had an accident a few days ago.

My son developed a high fever abnormally.

Then fell into a coma.

What could a poor gypsy woman do?

After a series of not very aboveboard methods, she got a lot of money, but there was still no way to revive her son.

This car was acquired by her in dishonorable means on the road, and they had to rely on this vehicle to get to their next destination.

Leah was her target, and she had disguised an image of kindness.

The purpose is just to get some property from Leah so that he can survive this difficult journey.

"Hey~ I~ I need some help."

Leah's body uttered a word with difficulty under Diablo's manipulation.

Then he turned his dark eyes to Najia and her son.

These two people were not ordinary people, Diablo felt a trace of familiar smell on the sleeping child.

That was from his brother Mephisto!

Although it was just a trace of smell contamination, without the slightest consciousness.

But Diablo was still interested.

Of course he knew that his brother had turned into the pure source and power in the hands of another brother and became someone else's property.

But curiosity has nothing to do with that.

"Well, we can send you to the nearest city, just..."

When Nadia looked at Leah, she instinctively felt the danger.

But there are many dangerous things, and everything she did in her past life was dancing on the edge of danger.

Nadya was used to this feeling.

In particular, Liya doesn't seem to have the slightest sense of power in appearance.

Nadya could only take the uneasiness in her heart as her own illusion.

A person like her has done countless bad things. Although there are no serious evil deeds, it has nothing to do with kindness.

"Then, thank you, I will pay for it."

Leah stammered.

This also agrees with Nadya's mind.

As for where to go after getting on the bus?

That can't help Najia, an ordinary person.

Leah gently opened the car door and sat in the co-pilot's seat.

Then frowned.

Soul Eater Johnny Blaze was coming in this direction, which made Lia a little upset.

Even though Johnny lost that part of Zatanos' power, he still has an obsession with Mephisto, who gave him the power of the Ghost Rider.

And there is a lot of connection between this woman named Najia and the child named Danny, and Mephisto, the king of hell.

Danny is the child of that demon, and Nadya traded her body for life from the demon.

However, the hell lord was sent to Constantine by the demon god who occupied hell a few days ago.

At this time, Danny was fighting the soul of the broken demon in his own consciousness.

This was an unequal battle. If it wasn't for the circumstances at the time that the demon's soul was beaten to little pieces, it would be impossible for a child to persist in the demon's hands for such a long time.

Now Johnny is coming.

And Liya, as the original sin, will not let a mere soul eater disturb her plan!

Bursts of dark power spread out after she got into the car, turning the car into a cage of fear.

After blocking all this, Liya looked at Nadya with her dark eyes.

"Go to that mountain!"

Lia has adapted to the feeling of speaking, and this sentence cannot be refused.

Najia already understood that she was in trouble, and she was good at judging the situation and driving the car according to Leah's instructions without saying a word.

Leah is going aboard Harrogath!

Diablo wanted to see if Bulkelso could still make that choice when confronted with Lia's spirit.

When he beheaded Leah's body, Bulkasso's moan full of regret still lingered in his mind.

This time, can Bulkelso swing his weapon unswervingly?

This is Liya's last chance for redemption, her soul is shattered, and everything will be a foregone conclusion!

In the direction this car came from, Johnny the Soul Eater lost Danny's track!

A skeleton head kept spinning in all directions, trying to find a little bit of clues.

But this is impossible!

The power of original sin is not at the same level as the power of the soul eater!

But he found something even more interesting!

That direction is New York!

Where S.H.I.E.L.D. is located!

...

"Ms. Lizzie Salman, are you satisfied now?"

Nick Fury looked at Li Zi in front of him with a dark face, and beside him was the Hellboy who had just been rolled out of the laboratory.

"Boy!"

Lizzie didn't respond to Nick Fury, and even Dugan, who was smoking a cigar, ignored him and threw himself into Hellboy's arms!

"Cough! Lizzie, what's wrong with me?"

Hellboy was awakened by the pounce.

Even if ordinary people undergo surgery, it is impossible to wake up in a short time.

But the blood of the half-demon gave Hellboy a stronger physical quality, and he woke up.

That painful memory in my mind is recovering bit by bit!

"Damn it! Ghost Rider!"

The horns on Hellboy's head returned to their original appearance in an instant, and the flames of hell were burning blazingly!

The rulers of hell who have power in hell have become Baal's nourishment at this time, and those insignificant power fragments are meaningless to a pure Baal.

So at this time, all the fragments of the ownerless are gathered towards the Hellboy who inherited the blood of the Hell Lord!

"Ghost Rider? You mean Johnny Blaze?"

Nick Fury asked directly, completely ignoring the rising temperature on Hellboy's body.

His voice seemed to have a calming power.

After a golden flash in Hellboy's eyes, he regained his consciousness.

It was King Arthur's blood that was helping him.

Half-demon is also half-human, and the human blood comes from a legendary king.

At this time, he began to slowly adapt to his suddenly stronger power.

"That guy was hit by a hammer, and the next moment he started massacring us! Not with the damn eyes of judgment, but with bursts of ominous black flames that killed everyone he could see Burned to ashes!"

Hellboy spoke with deep hatred.

The power on his body unconsciously spread to the surroundings, and everyone thought of the person they hated the most.

That's the power of hell at work!

"Anu!"

Nick Fury called out the name of Hellboy, and the big guy forcibly calmed down.

And at this time, in a secret place that no one knew, Nick Fury's deity was already sweating on his forehead.

Nick Fury is a seasoned warrior, his will is firm enough!

"I got a gift from hell? This is not a gift, but a relic?"

Hellboy finally noticed the changes in his body, and shouted in a horrified tone!

Hell has been sucked out of all its nutrients by the Burning Hell!

The hell of this world is dead!

Only the lifeless wreckage remains in place, setting off the evil of the Burning Hell!

"What did you say?"

Nick Fury couldn't believe it.

It was hard for him to believe in the existence of hell and heaven. At this time, a person actually said that there are relics left in hell?

"Hell dies too?"

Dugan spoke slowly with an attitude that had nothing to do with him.

Whether hell exists or not is meaningless to him.

Veterans don't care about where they will end up after death, that's not something they should think about now.

"I think we probably need some professional help."

Nick Fury muttered to himself.

Then I feel a headache.

Where would he find a guy who could go to hell and find out the truth?

So he shifted his gaze to the Hellboy who was hugging Lizi in front of him.

"Boy, don't think about that. What we should do is revenge!"

Li Zi grabbed Hellboy's burning horn, ignored the heat, turned the other's head away, and looked at her.

The emotional excitement made Li Zi's body burst into flames.

Fortunately, she was still trying her best to control her emotions, and did not let the flames completely turn S.H.I.E.L.D. into the past.

"The power of Ghost Rider is daunting, Lizzie. Can you understand how I feel? My body is shaking, I am afraid!"

Hellboy said in an unbelievable tone.

Even though he felt that his strength was already higher than that of Ghost Rider at this time, he still couldn't contain the sense of fear that filled his whole body!

"You won't be afraid, no matter what kind of terrible enemy you faced back then, you have never been afraid!"

Lizzie put her nose on the bridge of Hellboy's nose.

There is no obstacle between the eyes except eyelashes.

The high temperature on Hellboy's body began to subside little by little!

At this time, he is the hell of this world!

He is already qualified to control all the power in his body!

At least there is no problem in transforming into a normal human appearance.

The power of the kings of hell, such as Satanis, Nightmare, and Prince Lucifer, has been transformed into a part of authority and integrated into the body of Hellboy.

At this time, he was no longer that insignificant baron.

He is the seed itself that hell reappears!

Even if he is still more suitable for the title of Hellboy.

This is at least better than Hell Seeds.

"It's an honor, Lizzie, that you've never said anything positive about me."

The red skin on Hellboy's body faded little by little, and his huge body shrank little by little.

Even the indestructible stone giant hand has become the size of a normal human.

The horns on the head are tightly attached to the scalp, and then extend toward the back of the head.

The growing hair hides the horns, and the Hellboy at this time still maintains a face that is 70% similar to the original one.

But from the outside, he is already a human being.

Just wear leather gloves to hide the stone hands.

"As long as pain doesn't drive you crazy, it will lead to growth."

Dugan took off the cigar from his mouth and spoke slowly.

"Now, let's get some help, we need more strength."

A sly look flashed in Hellboy's eyes.

After inheriting the fragments of those hell lords, what he grew up was not only strength!

"So, who are you going to seek help from?"

Nick Fury looked at the Hellboy in front of him, and said with a hopeful tone.

"Captain America, and those savages who fought together in London at that time. They are strong enough, and they are worth relying on!"

Hellboy said without hesitation, while holding Lizi tightly in his arms.

A human being can't accept a half-demon alien as a mate, and it's not because one of them is a monster.

It's because there's no way to walk down the street together, no way to hold hands through jewelry stores, no way to enjoy the sweetness of shopping in clothes stores.

Even two monsters have no way to enjoy lunch or dinner in any restaurant.

Now, the couple can appear anywhere.

Now the Hellboy can solve Lizi's power that is out of control with emotions!

There are no other obstacles between the lovers but a mutual enemy standing in front!

"Our wedding, are you coming? Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and leader of the Roaring Commando?"

Hellboy spoke to Nick Fury and Dugan with grace.

"Our wedding has lost my father's presence, but I don't want our wedding to have no guests."

Hellboy pressed Lizi's head into his arms, and spoke softly.

Only him and Liz are left in the BPRD.

Two lonely monsters can't stay alone forever.

"I'll make time to go, the S.H.I.E.L.D. planes can take off at any time."

Nick Fury turned around and left the passage outside the laboratory directly.

Agent Hill, who was recording the conversation, was then led away from the scene around a corner.

"Director, what you have done violates the guidelines."

Agent Hill spoke relentlessly.

"Then you will tell the Security Council about it?"

Nick Fury said without looking back.

"Only this one time."

After Agent Hill finished speaking, he went to arrange the plane neatly.

Hellboy is dead and Lizzie Salman is under the control of S.H.I.E.L.D.

The Shilt trade union will report its work to the Security Council in this way.

...

Hell's Kitchen at night is always more lively than other places.

Especially since they picked up some weird rings.

Following the color of the ring, these street scumbags spontaneously divided into two groups, and then started fighting.

Every person who is killed will turn into a ray of light and fly towards the hand of the person who killed him.

The gang has become a mess.

And Frank, who just got his wife and daughter back from death, is enjoying the warmth of home after a long absence.

Even if the ring on his hand has started to send out constant reminders.

How could the apostle of death get rid of death's mad revenge on the life of the world?

Frank suppressed the trembling of his arms, and with a smile, he ate the soup that his wife brought to his mouth with a spoon.

Jill looked at this warm home with an innocent smile.

The family enjoyed themselves happily, but the indelible sadness is still spreading quietly.

The gift of death seems like a mockery.

The living and the dead are in the same room, and the grief under that love only strengthens Frank's resolve.

He wants to become stronger, stronger can replace death!

He couldn't bear that his family would be dragged to that country by death the moment they opened their eyes one day, and he couldn't accept that he couldn't feel the slightest warmth from the faces of his wife and daughter.

"Jinglingling~"

Frank's phone rang, but he hung up without even looking at it.

Then continue to enjoy the warmth of this time with your family.

"Frank, don't do this."

Frank's wife said in a complaining tone.

The sadness in the eyes is clearly discernible.

Frank watched his wife's face, but kept avoiding her eyes.

He slowly picked up the phone, intending to call back.

But the call came again.

Frank frowned at the caller ID, then hung up again.

"Honey, this is my old comrade in arms. Every time he finds me, it means countless troubles. At least today, let me finish this meal with you."

Frank spoke in a pleading tone.

Then he turned his gaze to his daughter who didn't know anything, and showed a loving smile.

"Lisa, do you want a picnic tomorrow? If you want to, help Dad persuade Mom not to let Dad answer this call, okay?"

Frank didn't notice the pleading in his tone, his teary eyes made his daughter a little dazed.

"Father."

Jill tugged at Frank's clothes, the feeling of sadness was very clear.

"Frank, go to work. We're not leaving."

Frank's wife said so.

There was encouragement in his eyes.

"Maria."

Frank was chanting his wife's name, and a series of knocks on the door sounded inappropriately at this time.

Frank frowned, but didn't stop his wife from opening the door.

Even if he already knew who the person outside the door was.

That certainly wouldn't be a door-to-door sales guy.

That kind of guy would be taken by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents before they even got to this room.

It's just that guy, old troublemaker, Nick Fury.

"Squeak~"

"Maria?"

As the door opened, Nick Furena's horrified voice sounded.

Obviously the appearance of Frank's wife made him lose his cool for a while.

"Nick, what are you going to do?"

Frank's voice was very natural, just like the gesture a man of the family should have.

Frank had simulated this tone countless times in his dreams.

But his eyes were cold, and Frank wouldn't mind losing a friend if Nick Fury made any threatening moves!

"I'm just worried because you didn't answer my call."

Nick Fury greeted Maria and shook hands, and talked to Frank as usual.

He felt the coldness from Mariya's hand, it was a familiar feeling to him!

Touch of the soul!

Nick Fury probably knows what he knows, so he can only hope that Frank doesn't blow his head off in front of his wife.

This is a big secret.

If it's Nick Fury's secret, then he might as well kill anyone who knows.

The dead returned to the world, in the form of a soul?

This is so tempting.

This is immortality for mutants!

"I never take any work-related calls when I'm with my family, even though overtime would bring more pay."

Frank said with deep meaning.

What he meant was that Nick Fury should fuck off now!

"Well, I thought you would like this job, of course it's the regular one. But if you don't have time now, I'll wait for you at the old place."

Nick Fury is as good as others, he felt Frank's eyes full of killing intent.

If he delayed any longer, he might have to face Frank's cold barrel.

Nick Fury opened the door behind him, waved his hand and left Frank's house.

old place?

He and Frank didn't need this kind of thing at all, Frank could find his.

As long as Frank wants to.

It's like when Frank is going to kill someone, that person can't run away.

Although the movement caused will not be as small as those killings, it is deadly and effective.

Maria looked at Frank in front of her, and called out Frank's name with sad eyes: "Frank."

"Maria, I just want to spend more time with you."

"I know, but you need to live in the world of the living, we are dead."

Mariya gently hugged her daughter's shoulders and said.

She and Lisa are on one side of the table.

Frank and Jill are on the other side.

The table is like a boundary between the living and the dead, separating the two parties.

After the lights on the roof flickered for a while, the bulbs on Maria and Lisa's side went out.

Light and darkness, life and death. Clear boundaries!

...

"So this death was your intention?"

Rorschach said with some dissatisfaction.

Watching Vorusk flip through his diary, there was nothing he could do.

"Strictly speaking, you are not dead yet. At least your body can be revived if you sprinkle the potion on it."

While flipping through the diary, Vorusk said with a mocking expression.

As expected, the diary was never something for me to read.

Volusk wanted to laugh a little.

Huh~ My cold is much better.

Although the body is still a little limp and weak, it is no longer a serious problem.

I will try harder to update in the next few days.

thanks for your support! Thanks!