Dark Savages Come To the United States

Bulkelso had made his decision.

Instead of waiting for the result of recalling Leoric who does not know when it will be done, it is more realistic to save Sonya in front of her eyes.

The two original legendary gems are rare things, and saving Sonya almost means that Leoric will only appear in those memory-turned mysteries.

So what?

Waiting for an unknown result, or saving the current clansmen.

No matter how difficult a decision is, there is a time to make a choice.

His choice is to save Sonya.

That kind of blood damage is not easy, but it won't be too noticeable.

The only price was Leoric's chance to recover.

"As you wish. But I still want to ask, Sonya, do you want to be a bull? Bucks are never so much fun.

Especially Bulkelso himself is not very talkative. "

Lai Ko said with a smile.

The arm holding Bulkelso's wrist suddenly exerted force!

This time Lai Ko used all her strength, the strength of the bull's strong limbs and body gathered at one point, this time she finally made Bulkelso's hand turn a little bit with the dagger.

Bulls are good at this kind of fighting method of concentrating power. Although it is not a secret, it can indeed be described as a bull's style.

Bull Casso can't be much weaker, which is the consensus of all the first renters.

When Bulkelso's will cannot be changed, they will not stop Bulkelso from doing anything harmful to them.

But we will do our best to keep the situation under control.

"I don't need it! Stay away from me! Stay away!"

Sonya's voice was like a panting bellows.

With some difficulty, she raised her hand, looking at the jar in Bulkelso's hand, she wanted to refuse.

As long as Bulkelso drinks the blood in this jar, the power released and the power of the two legendary gems will converge on him.

Sonya can't accept Bulkeso's kindness.

This is also because she has not yet reacted to the fact that Bulkelso has become the Immortal King.

After all, saving the tribe has always been one of the responsibilities of the Immortal King.

And now, there are really only three pure barbarians alive.

"What secrets does this seemingly barren civilization have?"

The old guy called War gritted his teeth and said.

He is not a savage, but he does not follow some of the traditions of savages.

As a member of a highly civilized country, he didn't quite understand what Burkesso and the others were arguing about.

Chasing the souls of the ancestors just now was also a difficult thing for this old guy whose physical fitness is not much different from that of ordinary people.

Especially when he was an old man, his physical fitness was really not comparable to that of a barbarian.

With the opening of the war, the attention of the ancestors was once again mobilized.

Pairs of eyes the size of copper bells stared at him, a bit like children attending class.

Bulkelso ignored him, and now the important thing is to save Sonya.

He grabbed Lei Ko's arm with his backhand, and then handed the earthen pot in his hand to Lei Ko with less meaning.

"The next thing will be left to you."

Bulkelso gave Leko a hard look.

She's done a little too much.

"You want me to pour all the blood and legends in this jar on Sonya's wound?"

Lai Ko squeezed out a smile, and then took the earthen jar from Bulkelso's hand.

Bulkelso is not worried about Lei Ko destroying these things, after all, Lei Ko has no meaning in standing on other existence standpoints.

Burkasso glanced at Lai Ko upon hearing this.

"I'll leave the rest of the matter to you. Now I'm thinking I need to ask someone."

After speaking, Bulkelso put the jar in his hand directly on Sonya's body.

Since Lei Kou doesn't plan to do this, let's just do it!

Sonya would recover, it was doomed when Bul-Kelso made the choice.

If fate thinks otherwise, stand in front of Burkasso as an enemy.

On the contrary, Bulkelso would not ask about the identity of the enemy.

As long as there are enemies, he doesn't care much about what the enemies are.

...

At this time, there was still chaos in the S.H.I.E.L.D.

The battle between Jin Bing and Anderson had just fallen into the heat of battle at this time.

The angel's spear kept colliding with that damn sky hammer, clanging like walking into a blacksmith's shop.

At this time, only Rumlow and Steve were the only ones who could join the battle, so the battle didn't seem so chaotic yet.

Hill, who got the green light ring, was knocked to the ground by Jin Bing in a brief collision.

Trying to stand up right now.

It is too difficult to become strong without someone to teach you.

Especially since it hasn't been long since she obtained this power.

Therefore, it is still necessary to pay a little attention to fighting according to one's ability.

"What are angels!"

Jin Bin roared loudly, and at the same time smashed the spear in Anderson's hand to the ground with a hammer, and then hit Anderson's chest with his strong body.

Even if the angel's battle armor is wrapped with holy flames, it can't stop a determined guy from chasing his chance for victory.

Jin Bing's firmness made it difficult for ordinary people to understand.

After all, not many people can be as self-disciplined as a 007 beater after becoming the underworld emperor.

Jin is very clear about how he got his things, so he is always working hard to become stronger.

In his line of work, failure meant nothing but death.

And there is really no one who can trust and trust.

"I don't care what he is, but you bloody bastard, you're not a thing!"

Rumlow held the sledgehammer in his hand, and smashed it down on Jin Bing's round head like a piling.

The muscles all over his body were trembling, and it was obvious that he was about to reach the limit of his body now.

Rumlow is tired and wants a quick fix.

Under the request that the enemy has nothing to do with Hydra, Rumlow even wanted to go to sleep.

"Angel may be an existence that we can see in the dark and we can trust, but Akarat is here!"

Steve told the crusader joke, and slashed Jin Bing's calf bone heavily with the shield in his hand.

This is a good opportunity, and because of the collision, one of his retreats is within Steve's attack range.

The new crusaders are quite good at fighting, at least some basic fighting moves haven't changed in the slightest.

The impact of changing a shield on him was not as great as he imagined, especially since he had received some guidance from Kalqiu not long ago.

The crusader shield works fine, at least it's big enough.

It can be done more conveniently for cutting toes and the like, and there is no need to roll yourself up like a hedgehog when charging.

The crusader's shield is large enough, and the area to resist the attack is also larger.

It's just that it looks a little clumsy when it's moving.

"Why does a guy like you come to S.H.I.E.L.D. to fight? What are you trying to figure out?"

Hill slumped on the ground, asking weakly.

The intensity of the battle was too high, and her purity was too low.

All he could do at this moment was to search for news in a low voice so that he could think about the next thing.

No matter how you look at it, Jin Bing, the leader of the gang, shouldn't attack S.H.I.E.L.D.

Even if he is being chased by an angel, he has no reason to seek help from S.H.I.E.L.D.

So Hill's head was pretty much shaking the flour and water.

"You don't understand anything!"

Jin Bin roared, and the burst blood vessels could be seen on his head.

The strong arm was still scorched by the holy flame, and it was thrown out behind him.

The moment it hit Steve's shield, there was a sound of a broken bone.

Steve was repelled by Jin Bing for a short distance with a powerful force, but his retreat also showed that Jin Bing's calf suffered even greater damage!

With the reaction force of this blow, Jin Bin moved a little ahead, and at this moment Rumlow's hammer landed on Jin Bin's back, making a muffled sound.

The people present couldn't figure out what kind of stimulation Jin had received. But this situation has changed somewhat.

"I have my life, but my life has never been treated favorably by you!"

Jin Bin roared angrily, raised his sky hammer, and pressed the hammer head against Anderson's throat in an ugly posture.

It's just that blunt chokeholds have little effect on Anderson, so the spear in Anderson's hand passed through Jin Bin's shoulder!

Courage has no mercy for fear, and vice versa.

So Jin Bin also passed Anderson's side with his spear.

"Angels are nothing but protecting ourselves."

Anderson's voice came from under the helmet burning with holy flames, a little cold.

He stood up straight and kicked Jin Bin in the lower abdomen, but there was nothing to gain except a burning footprint.

Angels for humans?

It's not very realistic.

After all, archangels have their own purpose, and they are not as noble as people imagine.

Anderson is just looking for peace of mind, especially when this self has become the original sustenance of the soul.

Find something to do so that you don't think about it.

The ordinary personnel of S.H.I.E.L.D. are already being evacuated, and the building seems a bit too quiet.

In the lounge on this floor, Auriel and Imprius were drinking a cup of coffee.

"A madman?"

Imprius looked at Kim and asked with that attack that seemed to lose his mind.

With a smile on his face.

He is quite satisfied with Anderson's performance.

After all, there are not many guys who are full of courage all the time.

Anderson, in particular, has no responsibility.

"A wise man's humble way of life, I said Anderson will not win."

Auriel took a sharp sip with the straw, and then got burned.

It's definitely not good practice to gulp down hot drinks through a straw.

"The way of survival of the humble. It's a pity that his courage has long been worn out in evil deeds, otherwise he would be a good candidate."

Imprius watched Jin Bin's struggle with a little praise.

Faced with the siege of Anderson, Rumlow, and Steve, Kim appeared like a warrior.

It's just that this guy doesn't fit the premise of being "noble."

Otherwise, Prius doesn't mind sending this soul to heaven.

Burning Hell will not be silent willingly, this is a normal thing.

"He is not. The two of us are not archangels anymore. Guess who is sitting on the round table of the parliament now?"

Auriel turned her wrist and looked at the time.

When women wear watches, some women like to place the dial on the inside of the wrist.

This is something Auriel learned on the street, saying that it can create a unique sense of mystery.

Human beings like to pursue novelty, and Auriel is trying these methods.

After all, she had been with Imprius for too long, so long that she lost the fresh experience.

Auriel dismissed Jin and became an angel, and instead took some interest in the current state of High Heaven.

It's just a matter of choice.

Tyrael or Israel.

Auriel thinks Tyrell has a better chance of staying there.

After all, justice is a very responsible guy.

"I think it's Israel. He has probably achieved his goal."

Imprius picked up a sausage and ate it, his words slurred.

"That blue guy, I don't think he can play better than Yzreal. Reorganization and creation are not the same thing."

Imprius said while chewing what was in his mouth.

What he got in exchange was a supercilious look from Auriel.

Doctor Manhattan is not omnipotent.

And what he made was never unknown.

That is composing and shaping, but not enough to create.

Even if he has a higher level of essence.

But Yizrael is very good at persuading others, he has an extremely strong affinity and the ability to tell lies.

The world's perception of the Archangels is not very clear.

That's why they will be used forever.

Even if you know the true colors of the archangels, it will be a long time later.

"Are you going to go back up by yourself or send one of your spokespersons up?"

Imprius glanced at the chaotic battle not far away, and curled his lips.

Anderson's technique in using the spear was still rough, and he frowned.

But there is no better pastime now, and there is no need for him to appear as a savior or something.

When Izual appeared, he had already harvested a lot of faith. If he did it again at this time, it would be a bit deliberate.

No god will fulfill all the wishes of believers.

Not even parents can do this kind of thing.

They are not wishing machines and will not respond to requests.

"That child can't go to the high-level heaven for the time being, isn't that why you stayed with Anderson?"

Auriel smiled.

There is no place for them in the high-level heaven for the time being, so now is not the best time.

Although Yzreal is not as extreme as Malthael, balance is definitely more crazy than wisdom.

Wisdom weighs the pros and cons.

And the balance will not care so much.

I can't stand it anymore. asleep.