Dark Savages Come To the United States

A portal.

Or, another portal.

When it comes to barbarians, portals are always the first thing that comes to the fore.

This technology is so convenient that it is comparable to various means of transportation.

Especially the convenience and cost issues made this spell widely spread and sheltered.

Sonya opened the portal and came out from the other end, holding a mobile phone in her hand, looking confused.

It's not serious at all, it doesn't look like you're here to ask for trouble.

Just not exactly friendly.

Electronics are new to most savages. It's just that the purpose of Sonya's coming here is not to figure out how to operate things like mobile phones.

She wanted to meet Auriel, and besides telling Auriel some news, she also wanted to ask the guys in front of her some questions.

Auriel will not be ignorant of the news about Masail, but Auriel has no reason to know about the things Sonya has personally experienced.

For example, the incantation related to "Our Lady of Grace".

Sonya didn't believe that only Rasma, the necromancer, knew about this kind of thing, and the archangel knew Lilith's position well.

But none of the archangels mentioned it.

Sonya was upset, so she wanted the truth.

At least it has to sound like the truth.

"Long time no see, how do you feel?"

Sonya greeted Auriel, and already took out the mountain-splitting ax in her hand.

This question was not what he wanted to ask, it was just a polite way of saying hello.

It has the same meaning as "have you eaten".

The ice-cold blade of the mountain-splitting ax revealed an ancient aura, as if it was threatening Auriel in front of her to treat her problems with caution.

The cold wind enveloped the office in an instant.

Some whistling wind could be vaguely heard.

The most superficial level of threat to Sonya is absolutely necessary.

In her eyes, the guys in the high-level heaven are a bit dishonest, so Sonya's methods are a bit extraordinarily rough.

But it works fine.

"As you can see, it's not bad."

Auriel smiled.

He pulled the ribbon with his hand.

The weeping angels were held in place by the power of hope, motionless.

Hope is everywhere, so observation is also there every moment.

It's not very easy to kill these monsters even if they hope, but when facing Auriel, they have no room to move.

Olier showed off his strength, subconsciously reminding Sonya of the power gap between the two.

Sonya is not Reiko, and the last time we met, Sonya had not yet faced the power of an archangel.

Geniuses also need a process of growth, although for Sonya, this process is not too long.

"I met Marthael before, and he probably has contact with Lilith now. Who knows what the current situation will be like."

Sonya said casually, looking at the mountain-splitting ax in her hand.

The responsibility of Qualkek fell on her, which somewhat made her uncomfortable.

It takes time doesn't it?

Auriel's act of advocating force made Sonya feel a little unmotivated.

It seemed that the battle was hopeless again, and the Archangel mostly avoided fighting when facing the nephalem.

Who knows what the mentality is?

Maybe it's hiding strength, or maybe it's dismissive?

Sonya is not very interested in this, she just wants to get an answer from Auriel.

I just don't know if Auriel will give the answer she hoped for.

"I'm sorry, it's really hard to be happy to hear such news."

Auriel exerted a little strength in her hand holding the streamer.

Those weeping angels made an overwhelmed sound from their bodies of unknown material.

Fortunately, there have been no obvious changes, and these things are still very strong.

The archangels were a little unclear about what exactly Malsail wanted to do.

Maybe Tyrell could know something, after all, the relationship between justice and wisdom has always been good.

But even Auriel hadn't seen Tyrell for a while.

She can't feel anything related to Tyrell, and Auriel doesn't plan to delve into the reasons for this.

As long as Tyrell is not completely dead, Auriel somewhat dislikes Tyrell who is beyond the specification and powerful.

The guy wasn't stuffy, but he always acted like he was making a fool of people.

Goodwill is a consumable item for Tyrell, after all, the Archangel of Justice can't go anywhere.

"Can I go? You know I've spent this time in fear."

Constantine scratched his hair.

He looked very embarrassed.

Even if Auriel helped him heal the injury of his severed hand, he didn't have the slightest intention of thanking him.

After all, Constantine didn't kneel down and beg the angel to help him heal his body.

All the angels he knew liked to talk about the exchange of benefits, so his attitude towards Auriel was the same.

Not every human being is trustworthy, let alone these heterogeneous ones.

"Are you here to fight me?"

Auriel ignored Constantine's words and looked at Sonya with her eyes.

The muscles on Sonya's body trembled slightly, and she looked excited.

Sonya likes to fight, because fighting can prove her talent in fighting.

Sonya is different from other barbarians, he is an out-and-out genius.

With great strength at a young age, the weapon challenges the existence of the highest peak.

With an opponent like an archangel, he rarely misses a chance to fight.

Auriel has long been prepared for this.

"It's not."

Sonya gave a negative answer.

Such an answer made Auriel a little surprised.

"Bulkasso asked for it?"

"It's my idea. After all, the general shouldn't always be dazzled by the desire to fight."

Sonya said so.

She was much calmer than before, learning from the old general Qualkek in her words and deeds.

The anger has also calmed down, hiding under the eternal ice.

"Then why did you appear in front of me? Just want to tell me that Malsail has achieved a staged goal?"

Auriel looked at Sonya curiously, and waved her hand lightly, as if to repel flies.

The streamer tightened little by little with her movements, and scars finally appeared on the weeping angel's body.

Constantine walked to Coulson's side and gestured at Coulson's neck.

He was curious about how those operations that could knock people out by hitting the neck were done, and he looked eager to try.

It's not that he hasn't tried it, but after every attempt, he has to use spells to deal with the aftermath.

To be honest, Constantine didn't like magic very much.

This kind of thing is probably the real purpose for him to show his uniqueness.

"If you want to fight now, please let me take Coulson away for a while.

Otherwise, our 'weak' bodies would not be able to survive the aftermath of the battle. "

Constantine's carelessness is everywhere in a rambling narration.

He is not afraid, for there is no cowardice or fear in his soul.

It's just that his hand was already in his pocket, holding onto the sandbag that belonged to Sandman.

This is one of his hole cards. If it is just used to test Nick Fury, the value of this treasure is too cheap.

Constantine is an expert on the mysterious side, with endless methods.

"By the way, how does this thing work?"

Sonya smiled with her mouth crooked, opened her palm and placed the mobile phone in front of Constantine.

"Just press the button. I remember I gave you the manual last time?"

Constantine waved his hand and squeezed out a bright smile.

By the way, Auriel glanced at it meaningfully.

"John, we need more trust, or I'll pick someone I'd rather trust."

Auriel lowered her gaze slightly as she said this.

It doesn't feel good to be taken advantage of, especially by someone who doesn't seem like a serious person.

Auriel is thinking about whether she did something wrong in hoping to reach a certain level of cooperation with Constantine.

Maybe Angel Dawson is a better candidate?

"Of course, that's your freedom. But there's no one in this world better suited to do it than me.

Because only I can accurately grasp the scale of dealing with you. "

Constantine pointed to the monitor hanging on the wall.

The indifferent and contemptuous attitude made Sonya feel a little uncomfortable.

"Oriel, you didn't tell the savage about your plan."

Sonya shook her hair, and a trace of anger flashed on the mountain-splitting ax in her hand.

"Correspondingly, you barbarians have not had any communication with me about your plan."

Auriel said tit for tat.

Then she turned her gaze to another blank space.

He felt like there was a guy somewhere, full of hope, but refusing hope.

Complicated and somewhat uncomfortable.

That guy just stayed there silently, and it was not easy for Auriel to ask anything.

"The dialogue I'm talking about is not as good as a battle to show each other's will. It's just that our battle shouldn't be so random."

Sonya stared wide-eyed, staring at Auriel in front of her.

She seemed to be ready to fight, but she didn't take the lead.

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on the moon.

Wolverine is watching with the tablet in his hand.

This thing was kindly sponsored by Nick Fury.

After all, Wolverine rarely has a lot of money and technology products on him.

Logan is an old antique, and the things he likes are all slightly older items.

There seems to be no difference between him and those old cowboys in their fifties and sixties in terms of acceptance of new things.

"Logan, S.H.I.E.L.D. can't do anything for you now, because the danger we are in may be a little more serious than you think."

There was a twinkle in Nick Fury's one eye.

He believed that at this level, Logan could basically understand what he meant.

Wolverine is not a simple boorish man.

Before he lost his memory for the first time, this guy was one of the best high-end combat talents.

Fighters of all genres can do it at their fingertips, but the regrowth of the brain seems to have changed him a lot.

"The time for talking nonsense is worse than talking about business! I want some news, such as Hulk's location."

Logan casually handed out the tablet on the side table, and said to Nick Fury with a serious face.

His physical condition shows his taboo for Black Bolt!

Rogen didn't tell the whole truth to Nick Fury, and he didn't even reveal a third of the news.

"Most importantly, I need the Cosmic Rubik's Cube."

Logan's eyes were a little sleepy, and the Adamantium spikes on his hands protruded from between his fingers.

"And the last time I went to that place, it was full of dead bodies. I don't think you would mind telling me what happened."

Logan Hongguoguo threatened Nick Fury in front of him.

Nick Fury stood there without changing his face, without any expression.

He knew exactly what the Cosmic Rubik's Cube was, but he couldn't reveal it.

He does not intend to agree to Logan's request, and Nick Fury believes that Black Bolt has the same attitude.

"Why! What on earth are you planning to do?"

Logan's voice suddenly became irritable, and the steel claw in his hand pointed at Nick Fury.

He felt a wave of malice.

This is his talent, the beast's talent for perceiving danger.

Although not as sensitive as Spider-Man's, Wolverine's intuition in this regard is just as good!

Nick Fury seems to have done something, which will be harmful to him.

But he couldn't see the slightest hostility on Nick Fury's face.

Among the intuition and the picture he saw, he followed his intuition!

Sorry, I can't stand it anymore, that's all for now.

The update of the 400-word difference will be postponed and will be included in the next day's update.

The state has been getting worse recently, and I may need to take a break.

It's really uncomfortable to feel sore eyes...

Today's update volume can only guarantee more than 4,000 words.

Eight thousand words will be updated tomorrow.

Thanks.