Dark Savages Come To the United States

At this time, on the holy mountain of Harrogas, Nick Fury and Frank Castel were watching this grand ceremony that could only be seen from the preparations.

In Nick Fury's eyes, it was clear that the Savage was up to something. And it's definitely not going to be a party-like security incident.

But he doesn't care about anything now.

This is Harlowgas, and Nick Fury isn't going to try to stop the savages by rushing up to them yelling "human rights" or something like that.

He knew very well that these guys were unstoppable.

Perhaps in the eyes of Nick Fury, most events in the world cannot be regarded as safe, but at least they are controllable. Even if the consequences happen, they are still within the tolerance of the earth.

It's like a study of the Purple Man.

Only this time, it seems different.

Although Nick Fury couldn't tell why, he just understood that this time it was different!

But what else could Nick Fury do?

He couldn't find any reason to prevent the other party from continuing like this. Could it be that he said something like "your actions endangered world peace"?

This will only make him appear incompetent and stupid.

He had already experienced the stubbornness of barbarians, at the cost of being almost directly defeated.

"Frank, do you have anything to say?"

Nick Fury could only turn to his old buddy for help, but such a question was full of mystification in Frank's eyes.

Even a little annoying.

Frank looked up at Nick Fury at a somewhat slow speed: "If you plan to fool me, you'd better cancel the follow-up plan now. Otherwise, I will definitely let you taste the feeling of approaching death!"

This sentence is full of momentum, and Nick Fury does not doubt the authenticity of this sentence.

He could have sworn on the gun Frank had aimed at his forehead!

Frank pulled his child to the side, looking at Nick Fury with guarded eyes.

Staying with his children is one of the rare times when Frank's heart can be comforted.

He was hostile to anyone who tried to break that feeling, even his old buddies, and he wouldn't be too polite.

Hearing Frank say this, Nick Fury's face was a little bitter.

The feeling of imminent death?

This kind of thing has been felt by Nick Fury almost every moment in the past years.

It's just that he hasn't figured out how to tell Frank in front of him.

Especially now that Frank has become a weapon in the hands of death.

Agent of Death, this name is much cooler than Punisher.

And the power of representatives is much stronger.

At least, this kind of existence is more competent than annihilating that fake death messenger.

"Man, if I do anything to you later, I want you to remember that I'm trying to save your soul."

Nick Fury said to Frank like this, with serious eyes.

There was just a little tremor in the voice.

This doesn't seem like fear or something, it seems to be confessing the funeral.

Frank had never seen Nick Fury like this, which made him feel a little uneasy.

Nick Fury's current performance has turned the one-eyed man into another image, and he doesn't want to be the guy who can handle everything at all.

"If you can't tell me your plan now, then you'd better tell me what you did after you act, before my bullet passes through your skull!"

Frank's words were full of threats, but he chose to believe the other party.

Who else in this world can the Punisher trust except the One-Eyed Man?

After all, the two of them had a fatal friendship.

Even "life" is not enough to describe their trust in each other.

Mortal or non-human, Frank doesn't care. As long as it is in the human category, there is a possibility of being killed.

So Frank never meant to be in awe of Nick Fury.

"Only one time!"

Nick Fury said firmly, the seriousness in the one-eyed eyes made Frank want to laugh a little.

Nick Fury, who is so serious, makes Frank absolutely sure that this is a joke.

So his smile just stopped in the category of "want to laugh".

"You mean only once?"

Frank asked this, with a weird expression on his face, as if his smile was interrupted by pain.

His old buddy still chose to believe him, even if only once.

Frank only hoped that this time he would not pay too heavy a price.

"Only one time!"

Nick Fury nodded, with an emotion called "Relief" on his face.

Then he walked out of the stone house where they were.

He has achieved the purpose of coming to the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, and the next thing can only be done after returning to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Nick Fury walked in the direction of the Elder Temple, which was the direction away from the Holy Mountain, with his back turned to the direction of the Elder Temple.

Along the way, some ancestor spirits could be seen to some extent, but they just looked at Nick Fury silently without saying a word.

That kind of performance is enough to make normal people palpitate.

And Nick Fury was indifferent. He doesn't care about these, it's just his eyes.

Unless the eyes of these ancestors could kill him, there was nothing to care about.

He was no longer interested in what the Savage was going to do.

Anyway, even if he knew something, he was powerless to stop it at this time. It is better to focus on the aspects that he has been paying attention to since a long time ago.

Frank stood where he was, looking at Nick Fury's figure that had hardly changed over the years, and thoughtfully turned the ring in his hand.

"Jill, I think we can go and see the teacher that guy has prepared for you."

Frank rubbed his child's forehead and spoke softly.

Frank couldn't find any news about Wolverine Logan from his memory, but he still chose to believe in the advice of his old friend.

There may be countless idiots in the world who would offend The Punisher, but Nick Fury's name will never be among them.

Because that guy is the guy who knows best in the world how much damage the name Punisher can do.

Said he was an ordinary person?

That was just before he put on the ring in his hand!

Frank felt that the power to keep out the cold in the ring was getting stronger little by little, and the powerful Frank himself felt a little afraid of this power.

He seems to be feeling a little bit of Nick Fury.

Death is always approaching!

This is true for any life.

"Father, what can I do for you?"

Jill said this, and his words made Frank's face a little stiff.

Jill is no longer a defenseless kid, he and Nick Fury have been tested.

The power of destruction was a bit beyond the imagination of the two of them.

It is no exaggeration to say that Jill really has the ability to help Frank now, but he may not be ready to become a fighter yet.

"I need you not to mention to your mother that I taught you how to hunt."

Frank eased the expression on his face and spoke softly.

...

In New Asgard, Thor and his sister are patrolling the territory little by little.

Although compared to the original Asgard, the size of this land is not worth mentioning.

Not even a bustling town.

But now, Asgardians don't need such a huge living area.

They are just the heirs of the name of Asgard, just a group of exiles who have no home to make a home in this land.

Deep down in the heart of these surviving Asgardians, they have actually accepted the fact that they are being sheltered by others.

They are no longer the guardians of the Nine Realms, just a group of wanderers who got a shelter.

Thor was walking slowly, Mjolnir in his hand was constantly trying to lean on the hammer in the other hand.

He also just smiled in relief, his hammer "brother" is still more favored by Mjolnir than him.

But he was relieved long ago.

Because he is the new king of Asgard, shouldering the expectations of the people of the tribe.

And the power awakened in his body gave him more confidence to face the guys in this world.

Odin's divine power is constantly becoming stronger in his body, and he can feel this.

Moreover, the blood belonging to the nephalem made his body more able to withstand this power than Odin himself.

At least, Thor can't see the day when he needs to use "sleep" to extend his life.

"Sister, what are we missing now?"

Thor looked up at the sky, and asked Hela behind him.

His voice was full of strong pride.

This new home was built little by little under his hands.

He has nothing to be proud of, this is his new home.

"Missing a fight that would redefine glory, my brother."

Hela's voice was no longer cold, but rather lazy.

Hela, who had lost her ambition and no longer wanted revenge, began to enjoy this leisurely pace of life gradually.

No need to take warriors to conquer one place after another, no need to face flesh and blood and swords every day.

Now I can freely choose from the clothes and cosmetics sent by humans every day. This quality of life seems to be more interesting than constant fighting.

It's just that even she wasn't sure how long it would take for her to get bored.

Longevity species in many cases, their pursuit is more inclined to spiritual satisfaction rather than material.

And glory is one of Asgard's pursuits, used to create some waves in a long life.

"The glory of fighting has always been bestowed by people like us. In fact, there is no glory in fighting. The only glory is victory.

And victories are varied.

Now we still lack only one, and that is our younger brother.

I don't believe what he did before was out of his original intention, now I'm going to get my family back! "

Thor said so with a smile on his face.

The light of thunder flashed in the two eyes.

Obviously, he has grown a lot during this period of time. Even Hela has to admit that his younger brother has finally surpassed his older sister in strength.

While Hela and Thor were talking about this, the two crows flew away from the tree branch as if they had heard enough of this conversation.

Just like an ordinary crow, no one was alarmed.

Haila twitched the corners of her mouth and cursed "old stuff" in her heart, but she didn't do anything else.

Those two crows have their own names, Fokkin and Wuni.

In a distant place, an old man is staggering on the road.

With no apparent purpose, two crows landed on his shoulders, squawking strangely.

"Okay baby, tell me if my stupid son is being picked up and run around by his sister."

This old man is obviously Odin.

Under the protection of Izual, he survived.

It's just that what he saw and heard in the high-level heaven still made his body a little hard to bear the growing power in it.

His life is coming to an end.

"Quack, great god of the gods. Thor makes Asgard flourish!"

As the crow said this, Odin's face became much calmer.

"God of the gods, Hela has changed, and now she looks like a great goddess."

Another crow said so.

The two divine crows have accompanied Odin for countless years, and Hela is as familiar with them as they are.

Even compared to Thor, they are more familiar with Hela.

Odin even raised the corners of his mouth, then slowly took out a piece of bread from the bag, and slowly broke it into pieces to feed the two crows on his shoulders.

"Hella has always been great, but she left too quickly. It's not bad now, isn't it?"

Odin muttered in a low voice, and at this moment, he and Hela who was far away in New Asgard revealed a smile.

"My life is about to come to an end, what use do I have for you demon gods?"

Odin slowly straightened his waist, looking at the figure that appeared in front of him.

He will never forget this figure in his life, even if his life disappears, he will always remember the guy in front of him firmly in his heart!

Diablo!

"I want to see if an existence that can make fear subside from the depths of my heart will be a little shaken when I see me."

The figure of Diablo said so.

Although this is not his real body, it is powerful enough as a phantom.

"Of course I'm still afraid. For example, at this time, I'm afraid that you will go to the children's new home, so I'm ready to risk everything."

Odin said frankly.

His life can be declared over from the moment he landed in a high-level heaven.

Every extra moment is earned.

"There was once a human being who said the same thing. I just thought it was a joke."

Diablo said so.

He was obviously speaking of the wise king of Kanduras, the Skeleton King Leoric.

At the end of his life, the last thought of a crazy guy was to make Diablo's will disappear with him.

Such an idea seemed somewhat ridiculous to Diablo at the time, and he was overconfident!

But whether it is Leoric or Aidan, Diablo has a new understanding of Nephalem.

Will the guy in front of me be next?

Diablo didn't think so.

There may be many noble people in the world, but if they are noble people in the eyes of the guys in the high-level heaven, it is impossible to retain that level of will when facing the fearful demon god.

Diablo, who has mastered fear, has never failed in a confrontation of wills!

It doesn't matter whether the guy in front of him is more powerful than him, or whether the other party is more destructive.

As long as fear exists, he will not fail!

It seems that I have a cold and my head hurts a little.

Rest today.

I may go to the grave in these two days, so the amount of updates may not be too much.

I'll add more when I'm done.

Thanks.