Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Imperus, what exactly do you want to do?"

Frank looked at the courage in front of him, a little worried.

Facing an existence far stronger than himself, although Frank would not give up his will to fight, he couldn't be optimistic.

Power itself means power.

"Me? I just do some courageous things as courage, such as telling you that while you have the courage to accept everything, you should also have the courage to change everything."

Imprius held the bottle of wine on the table and shook it before his eyes.

full of curiosity.

"And now, I just want to experience the human way of life. It is also courage to challenge the unknown."

Imprius said the truth, which made Frank feel a little uncomfortable.

"Then you should get a job instead of wandering around with nothing to do."

Frank said so.

This is also his plan.

He needs to live, and life always regards maintaining life itself as the first priority.

At least normal people want to eat when they are hungry.

"I see, isn't there a lot of human beings wandering around? It's like those guys outside."

Imprius pointed to the outside of the gate, and on the opposite side of the road, there were a few guys staying there brazenly doing nothing.

Frank glanced in the direction Imprius was pointing at, only to feel his forehead tremble.

That's an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Although these guys have nothing to gain from the observation of Bulkelso except knowing that Bulkelso is strong and incomprehensible.

But they still stayed there as before, anyway, Bulkelso would not care about the gaze of ordinary people, this may be some kind of tacit understanding.

"Those guys are working."

Frank couldn't help stretching his hand towards the gun a few times, but he still didn't squeeze the familiar trigger.

"It's impossible for me to let go of the work of courage and do the work of normal people. Speaking of it, I don't know how many years, I never seem to relax."

"Imperus, a new discovery."

Auriel appeared on the seat in an instant, propping her chin with both hands and speaking lightly.

"Look, work is everywhere."

Imprius smiled and talked to Frank before shifting his gaze to Auriel.

"What's wrong? What happened on the side of death?"

"Death is crazy."

Auriel said so, with a gleam of wisdom in her eyes.

She thought Imprius would understand her punctuality, and the "crazy" about death was not as simple as she had seen before.

The fact that death ended up causing Auriel to call her "Ashira" gave Auriel a bit of a headache.

Hope everywhere heard that sentence, this is the most troublesome thing.

Ashira was the name of Leoric's wife.

This name has become the self-proclaimed name of death, so it cannot be regarded as nothing happened when Bulkelso wants to call Leoric back.

The death of two worlds has more weight than the eternity of one world.

After all, the number of "eternals" is far less than that of mortals.

Death is still controlling the living after the fusion of the world, and eternity only needs to be responsible for the "eternal" in its own world.

The power of the world is not so easily digested.

Imprius was silent for a while, then raised the bottle.

"A toast to death?"

This sentence was a bit frivolous, but those eyes that were shining with fire showed Imprius' attitude.

Pure courage is as stubborn as ever, even a little rough.

The way he does things is the same.

The news of his death will not change his plans or attitude, but his position will eventually change.

On one side is a god who has devoured the gods of a world, and on the other side is a messy confrontation of acquaintances.

This is not the time to consider facing an enhanced version of the complete world, the most urgent task is to give birth to their strongest.

Bulkelso's becoming stronger became the only option.

"For life."

Auriel smiled, and took the wine from Imprius.

He held the bottle high and poured it into his mouth.

By the way, he glanced at Frank.

Death handed over the two undead to him, but did not give life to the two undead.

It is not unusual for Death, who holds the power over life, to make this choice.

Especially the ring on Frank's hand is not the same as the inferior products that can be seen everywhere now.

Imprius surrounded the small square table with flames, and the powerful force enveloped the space, and there would be no existence that escaped Auriel's perception.

It is as if no life escapes the pursuit of death.

Since it exists, there is hope, as if the archangels have no way to fight Diablo head-on except for their courage.

If there is life, there will be fear, the reason is the same.

Frank was pushed aside by the sudden two, a little dazed.

He didn't know what he was here for, and he was squeezed out after a few words with Imprius.

Why?

"A hero is hope, what do you think I will do?"

Auriel said with a smile.

Death had given her enough hints.

The hope of this world was pinned on one hero after another, and Auriel had a rough idea.

For example, become the supporters behind those heroes, and then get the feedback of this hope.

Or replace those heroes and become the only point of hope.

Things like religion are really convenient, and there are not only smart people in the world, and there are not only stupid people.

Besides, both of these are not so easy to be bewitched.

Only the ignorant are the most gullible.

A wise man will see through a deception, a fool will be stubborn.

Only ignorance is easy to guide, and the ignorant is always full of joy.

"I will give them the courage to resist if necessary.

Auriel, besides hope, you are also compassionate! "

Imprius is a little serious.

After losing the position of an archangel, it still had some influence on them.

For example, as fickle as a human being, he also has more emotions and desires.

That's a good thing for sheer courage, but not so much for vast hopes.

Thinking of this, Prius began to look forward to Malsail's arrival.

Wisdom cannot be destroyed, and Bulkelso has always respected knowledge and wisdom.

But the personality of the Archangel of Wisdom and the authority of death will not be left to him, becoming a human wisdom?

Imprius thought of Kane.

Auriel began to examine herself intently.

The subtle changes are hard to be noticed even by oneself, and sometimes even by the time you realize it, you have already fallen into the abyss.

"Maybe I should keep a diary and think about it every day?"

Auriel raised her eyes and said to Imprius.

She gently placed her hand on her lower abdomen, feeling that there was a mass of hope slowly gestating there.

The diary is not used to write what is in your heart, but to record some daily actions, so that you can reflect on some things.

Wouldn't it be a better choice to write some vague, imagery-filled poems with some little secret words?

"You won't, what's in Hope's diary? The first day of having a baby? Missing courage?"

Imprius was teasing, and the phantom of Solarion had already appeared in his hand.

The radiance emitted by the replacement of the Gun of Courage made this small area look like a star.

It's just that the heat is insulated.

"An existence in terms of time rules?"

Auriel said so, and shifted her gaze to the guy who was driven out by the power of Imprius.

Dracula.

Akado, who was affected by the demon after absorbing the blood of that guy named Schrödinger.

Anyway, this guy has the immortality that makes death hard to kill, and he holds grudges.

The power of hatred had affected him severely, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Hate is matched against the authority of mercy, but Auriel isn't going to help this guy become what he is.

It's not necessary, and it's not what Dracula wants.

"Huh? I followed Bulkeso's breath, why didn't I see him? I've been looking for him for a long time."

Dracula frowned, waved the cloak on his body, and drove away some of the heat emitted by Imprius.

At least the temperature here is livable.

It's just that there are a little burnt marks on his cloak.

In terms of strength, Dracula is not yet Imprius' opponent.

It's just that he's tough enough.

"The Holy Mountain of Harrogas will block the interference of outsiders. Obviously, you just reached an agreement with Bulkelso himself, but you will be able to feel his breath after a while."

Imprius said so.

When Bul-Katho became the Immortal King, the agreement he made with others will also be accepted by the barbarian group.

Such preferential treatment also means heavier responsibilities.

Like sacrifice or something.

"Dracula, by the way I don't like bright lights."

Dracula introduced himself, and looked greedily at Imprius.

Although he has changed his personality, he is still a vampire.

In the face of high-quality life, he will still have a strong appetite.

"The look in your eyes reminds me of Bulkeso's eyes looking at the fountain of heaven. Are you hungry?"

Imprius asked, with his boots and skirt armor already covering his body.

After a human being gets used to it a little bit, Imprius is only taking the time to feel everything about being a human being.

The full armor will hinder this, so he has rarely appeared like a tin can.

"I came here because I have something to say. The number of weeping angels is increasing rapidly. I have something to do recently, so please tell Bulkelso that he is being targeted."

Dracula twitched the corner of his mouth, and left here angrily.

Bulkelso received gifts from those time lords, and it is normal for him with the power of time to be targeted by those who feed on time.

Hunters are always looking for prey that can fill their stomachs.

Even if the prey is sometimes too strong, the hunter will still take a gamble.

The Weeping Angels are famished monsters.

Auriel and Imprius looked at each other, only feeling a little inexplicable.

It took a long time before the conversation continued.

"You go to Harrogose?"

"No! I'm not going."

"I've only just come from there and haven't had much time."

"I just had a meeting with Bulkelso."

Auriel and Imprius are a little at odds over who should go to Harrogath to inform Bulkelso of the news.

Perhaps this kind of debate is also some fun after the two archangels became humans?

While they were arguing, Coulson appeared in the blacksmith's shop with a calm face.

He hasn't done anything bad yet, even if he meets Bulkelso, the good and evil breath will not make him an enemy of Bulkelso.

It may even be considered a good thing that he is taking the blame for Nick Fury.

"Father Anderson, I think you probably know who I am."

When Coulson walked in, he spoke directly, and then felt a little weird looking at Anderson and Frank, who were sitting inside like elementary school students.

Especially the opaque ball of light surrounding the table made him feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

After all, there is a little bit of Diablo's power in him.

The only thing that can be called good news is that even if Prius and Auriel sensed a little bit of Diablo's aura, they didn't plan to expose it.

What's more, Coulson only thought that the light ball was made by Anderson.

"I'm not a priest now."

Anderson said a little bluntly.

He could guess who this guy was from Coulson's suit.

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. always wear this uniform, as if an all-black suit would allow them to blend into the circle of normal people.

In fact, they are already the most shining cubs in the crowd wearing this kind of uniform.

There are quite a few people in suits, but eight out of ten guys in pure black with the same tie and standard headphones belong to S.H.I.E.L.D.

The remaining two are the CIA and the other is probably the tax office?

Just tell them apart by looking at their weapons.

The best weapons are definitely from the Tax Bureau, and the worst weapons are definitely from the CIA. Although the funds of SHIELD are not always enough, cutting-edge technology can still make up a lot.

Coulson's arrival was not noticed by the agents who had been monitoring the smithy outside the door.

Because Coulson has transferred them away.

It used equipment in one of Nick Fury's safe houses.

Of course he didn't forget to leave some traces of Melinda.

Anyway, it's a scapegoat, Nick Fury should be used to it.

"Well, I heard that you are looking for traces of those rings. I have a piece of news that I think you might be interested in."

Coulson said so.

Coulson thinks everything is in his plan.

Jin Bing and Mordok were probably the last to know his identity as Venerable Sky Hammer. Mordok hid it well, and Coulson didn't worry about being sold out.

And Jin Bing had already been targeted, so it would be safer to silence him.

Father Anderson is just the best knife.

"I'm not interested right now."

Anderson didn't mean to take care of Coulson at all, and said bluntly.

Coulson froze for a moment, suddenly not knowing how to continue this topic.

Anderson wasn't interested in the ring anymore, which got a little tricky.

"I'm interested, let's talk."

Frank accepted the words, and Coulson was relieved from the bottom of his heart.

He felt that Anderson might be because he didn't want to deal with S.H.I.E.L.D., or because he didn't like the news of the two rings.

But as long as he said that Jin Bing had eight rings in his hand, it should be safe.

No matter how bad it is to say that they are four pairs of rings that are opposed to each other, even if there is an element of betrayal of gold and information, this kind of news will definitely attract Anderson's attention.

"Jin Bin has eight rings on his hands."

Coulson observed Anderson's expression while talking.

When he saw Anderson frowning, he knew it was safe.

"Then what?"

Anderson said so.

Just a bit of disgust in the eyes.

Courage's subordinate, Angel Anderson, even though he didn't know what Coulson was thinking, he could still feel the vague malice.

It's unfortunate that Coulson doesn't know much about the angels of the high heavens.

In order to hide his identity, Diablo did not tell these Sky Hammer Venerables about the high-level heaven.

This is not an omission, but Diablo felt it was unnecessary.

Venerable Skyhammer is just an attempt, and it is good if it can play a little role.

"Eight rings, four black and four white."

Coulson deliberately looked at Frank's hand after saying this.

This kind of obvious hint is not very clever, but it works.

Anderson would be interested.

So he stood up and walked over to Coulson's side.

"Jin Bin! The underworld emperor of New York, we found out that he has a ring on his hand."

Coulson said so.

Appears to be an agent who needs help.

Ordinary agents disguised as elite agents, seem to have no flaws.

If not in the face of courage and hope.

"Play a game?"

Imprius winked and said to Auriel.

"What?"

"Whether Anderson can win the gold tie, I think he can win."

Imprius expressed his opinion.

Auriel smiled: "Then I don't think he can do it."

After all, Anderson's hope was pushed back a little by time.

Now Anderson will face an uphill battle.

Imprius just smiled.

Hope is the rule, no way.

So Auriel rarely expresses her opinion on someone.

But fortunately, courage will not be diminished due to different circumstances.

This is one of the reasons Prius appreciates Anderson.

"Whoever loses goes to Burkasso?"

Auriel said this with a smile.

She felt that it was more likely to go to Burkasso and get beaten.

Calculated according to the time, Bulkelso is probably about to succeed the Immortal King.

If you disturb me at this time, the possibility of being beaten by a group is not small.

"In that case, forget it."

Imprius said with a smile.

What Auriel knew, he also knew some.

At least he knew about Bulkelso's successor.

Not long ago, I even had the idea of ​​​​stopping it.

It seems dangerous to bet on this.

If he went to trouble again this time, it would not be so few ancestors who beat him up.

Even Bulkelso could make a move himself.

This is called serious provocation...

"Heh~ Courage~"

Auriel raised her eyebrows.

Completed, this chapter is counted in the update on the 13th, with a total of 10,000 words.

On the 14th, that is, the normal update today, I will try my best to achieve the 4D update.

Guaranteed to update at least no less than 8,000 words.

thank you all.