Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Ahhhh~"

Nanasai lay on the ground, howling continuously.

This performance has exceeded the imagination of everyone present.

Everyone present already understood how powerful the Shark King is, but under Craig's seemingly random thunder fist, he was in pain like a child who fell to the ground.

"Nana Sai, are you okay?"

Constantine walked to Nanasai's side, and gently stretched out his hand to caress the scarred skin of the Shark King.

Maybe other people don't know why Nanase launched a reckless attack on Craig, but Constantine undoubtedly knows it.

This man may not be the smartest, nor the most calculating.

But for the knowledge of these mysterious sides, no one present knows better than him.

"Nana Sai, it hurts so much."

It was the first time that Shark King said that he was in pain.

In the past, even if he was hurt, he would just hum a few times.

"Okay, okay, I know Nanase is in pain.

But how long will it take you to recover? "

Constantine's tone was still gentle, but there seemed to be something wrong with the expression on his face.

That face symbolizes danger, or he already has some calculations, and he doesn't even care that his plan is discovered by others.

Otherwise, the scheming Constantine wouldn't show it like this on his expression.

“A full meal~”

The answer given by Nanasai left others at a loss as to what to say.

A full meal?

This is not an exact number.

Who knows how much a shark eats for a meal?

And Shark King is not an ordinary shark, what if he needs more food and energy?

This operation in Dream Prison was not a super-long-term combat mission. To put it bluntly, it was just a short-term surprise battle.

As long as the few teams that have gone out pass the news back, the large force will start moving in the direction of the crushing hammer.

At this time, even if everyone's dry food was collected, it probably wouldn't be enough for Nanasai.

This guy can eat people and swallow them directly.

"Well, let me think about it.

Or maybe you just need energy? So Nanasai, do you want to taste my blood?

When you were lying behind me back then, the moment when those sharp teeth bit my neck lightly, that kind of stimulation is still unforgettable to me~"

Constantine obviously had bad intentions when he spoke, but it was hard to tell that he was just disgusted to see what plans other people had.

"Konstantin, the blood of the nephalem is just a mediocre tonic for the demons.

Demons cannot absorb the energy in the nephalem's body, and this Shark King, even if he is a child of some strange god, will not change in any way.

If you really want to bring him back, the easiest way is to borrow someone else's vial. "

Tony suspects that Constantine intends to turn the shark into a nephalem, so he can only say some of his own research results to try to dispel the other party's ideas.

"Haha, Nanase won't turn into a nephalem.

He is not in the category of humans, although the gap between him and humans is not too big.

At least on the soul level, Nanasai should be classified as a human being. "

Constantine was full of nonsense and perfunctory, but Craig, who put away his fighting stance, didn't care about it.

It's like he wasn't the one who beat Nanasai seriously before.

It's not that Craig tried to shirk this responsibility, but that he really didn't take this matter to heart.

The undying person doesn't have too much awe for life. What he cares about is never the death of others, but his own loss.

The people who died were gone from Craig's life, and that's what Craig was really sad about.

"Okay, if all goes well, there will be a team sending news back soon.

Shall we guess which side got the job done first? "

Natasha smoothed things out with a sweet smile. If the Dragon Soul on her hands were ignored, perhaps her charm would be even more seductive.

With the Dragon Soul gauntlet in hand, Natasha felt inviolable.

"The blood movement is approaching. There seems to be someone beside him, but not a member of the team."

Tony glanced at the monitor he brought and said.

On the monitor is the general position of each team, which was prepared by Tony in advance.

Even the most privacy-conscious person didn't express any opinion on this, but just put on a gadget like a bracelet.

Anyway, after the task is over, it will be destroyed by each of them, and others have no idea.

Although Wayne just took the bracelet away, he didn't wear it on his wrist.

Wayne suspects that Tony has mastered nanotechnology, and actions like wearing a bracelet will leave something in his body.

"What about Wayne and Jason Todd? Don't say they will be defeated by the demons on the road.

Although the few teams that explored were not very powerful, they would not even be incapable of leaving danger. "

Hawkeye asked disdainfully.

He has a strong sense of identity with the Nephalem.

A nephalem is not a thing of nationality, a nephalem is a nephalem.

Nothing else could interfere with this bloodline, and this bloodline gave Hawkeye a respectable power.

Especially respected by Nick Fury...

"Wayne and the others are retreating at high speed, apparently they have encountered some incompetent guy.

But the speed of the bloody movement is a little faster, and their line of action should be the sewer here? "

Tony reached out and clicked on the monitor, and the flat map on it immediately became three-dimensional.

After changing the perspective, the location of the exploration team became clearer.

"To be honest, if you know that you will have to wait for a while, you can call me again when you are about to leave.

If I have this time, I'd better stay on the holy mountain to think or hone my body to be more efficient. "

Craig said with a little dissatisfaction.

It's not that he developed arrogance after becoming powerful.

There is nothing arrogant about his strength.

The ancestors of the barbarians he saw every day were stronger than him, and even Cassius, a boxing master, came to him to relax after knowing that he had recovered.

arrogant?

Craig has never been arrogant, it's just that he really wants to seize all the time to make himself stronger.

"Craig, this time the enemy is the hammer, we must be careful."

Natasha took out a bottle of specialty vodka and handed it directly to Craig.

Monks can drink and eat meat...

Except for some strange ascetics and cultists, most of the warriors in Sanctuary do not have discipline in eating.

It's already very difficult to eat enough... Still thinking about the commandments?

You can't go hungry to fight the devil, can you?

"I don't think that crushing hammer is a normal demon, if he is, then he should be coming to us by now.

Have you forgotten how sensitive these demons, who are truly chiefs, are to the scent of the nephalem?

I wouldn't be surprised if he teleported directly in front of me, but he didn't.

Or are we not nephalem here? "

There was a slight sarcasm on Craig's expression.

He was really bored with doing nothing.

Craig also wants to get back the soul of his lover.

Although he already knew that the annihilation that had plotted against him all these years was gone, he didn't think that his wife's soul would also disappear with it.

Most likely, those souls have already appeared in the realm of death.

Frank, the agent of death, has proved that death is not the kind of guy who abides by rules and responsibilities. Craig needs enough strength to negotiate with death.

"Is there a strong breath coming from that crushing hammer?"

Tony asked eagerly as if he suddenly thought of something.

He is not a nephalem himself, but he has done a lot of research and analysis out of defense against nephalem.

The big demon at the leader level should be very clear in Nephalem's perception. Demons at that level will never hide themselves.

They don't care who the opponent is, let alone whether the opponent is stronger than them.

Each of these guys looked like berserkers when facing the nephalem.

"I can feel it, but in my perception, the position of the hammer is constantly moving, which is not normal."

Craig glanced at Tony's answer before giving it.

His attitude obviously didn't like Tony very much, but he still told the information directly.

Maybe it's because of his respect for technology?

Tony frowned, and directly enlarged and projected the monitoring screen of Dream Prison.

Above is the motionless crushing hammer, which can generate enormous pressure just by looking at it.

This shouldn't be fake.

Could it be possible to expect the crushing hammer to use that leg thicker than an elephant to manipulate the computer?

Before the mind manipulated the computer, it was impossible for a demon like the hammer to use electronic equipment.

The most I can do is to find a TV to watch, or the kind that can’t change channels.

"He's still there, at least that's what the surveillance shows."

Tony seemed a little nervous.

Whose judgment should I trust?

Nephalem's breath perception? Still believe in high technology?

"We can only rely on the exploration team, they should be able to bring back valuable news."

Natasha watched the atmosphere become strange again, so she had to come out again to adjust.

Natasha used to do this kind of thing all the time, but now she felt a little bored.

Maybe it's because she became more powerful that she changed her mind slightly?

"Fuck, I'm finally back! So... when did these forts come out?"

Bloody Movement protruded a head from the drainage channel at the edge.

Several surrounding turrets have turned their muzzles to point at him.

This posture is a bit scary, which ordinary person can remain indifferent in this situation?

And Bloodsport itself is an excitable character.

"Hey, can you crawl out quickly?

I'm so hungry right now and I'm covered in blood, I need to clean up! "

The voice of Ratcatcher 2 came out through the outlet of this channel, which naturally exposed some information to her.

"Bloodsport, what happened to your team? How could they disperse?"

Tony asked a little urgently, his tone seemed to be pressing, but he was not very polite anyway.

"I don't like being held at gunpoint, can you get these guys to stop staring at me?"

Bloody Movement said not very politely, and casually pointed to the surrounding forts.

Although this guy is quite responsible, in the final analysis he is also the kind of guy who is more arrogant and unruly.

This kind of performance cannot be imitated by demons, and ordinary demons do not have this level of wisdom.

"Strictly speaking, it's a cannon, but...you can."

Tony waved his hand, and those turrets turned their heads directly.

Maybe it was a gesture, or maybe it was Jarvis, the artificial intelligence.

But the people present were basically not interested in it.

"It's Ratcatcher II, I found out after we separated from Wayne.

She is not very powerful in combat, but she can manipulate mice and communicate with mice to a certain extent. "

After the Bloody Movement crawled out, he dragged the second generation of Ratcatcher out of the passage, and introduced it by the way.

"Squeak~"

The little mouse in the vest jumped on the back of the bloody movement, yelling in dissatisfaction.

This kind of action makes Bloody Sports' body become very stiff...

He is still afraid of mice.

"This is Sebastian, a, uh, rat that can turn into a porcupine."

Bloodsport introduced it like this.

"Whistle rat?"

Craig did not know when he had already walked beside Sebastian, and the strong breath of life on his body made most creatures that belonged to life feel kind.

Craig's knowledge is definitely not as extensive as Wayne and Tony's, but he is very familiar with these little things that can appear in Sanctuary,

Although the secret realm he entered was through the channel of the barbarians, the secret realm contained the remnants of two legendary monks.

Karasim is a strong man after Nephalem unlocked his talents after the World Stone exploded, and he doesn't know much about bristles.

But Vandaloni is an older monk than Bulkelso, and these little guys can be seen everywhere in his secret realm.

"Is this guy a demon?"

When Natasha spoke, she adjusted her position slightly to ensure that she could charge and join the battle at any time.

"Not all, it should be regarded as a small animal affected by the power of the Burning Hell, although it is equally fatal to ordinary people."

Craig stretched out his hand to Sebastian, and the little mouse happily crawled into his hand.

Fortunately, Craig didn't intend to directly crush the little mouse to death.

"Are you people who came to rescue Dream Prison? I want to ask, do you have food?

If not, mind if I find a place to sleep? "

The second generation of Ratcatcher gently reached out and took his little friend back from Craig's hands, speaking her most sincere thoughts.

If there is nothing to eat now, then what he wants to do most is to sleep well.

It's not hibernation, it's just pure rest.

The rat catcher never needs a fixed resting place, as long as she turns on her device later, the rats will become her quilt and bed.

If you like mice very much, this experience is not bad.

"I want to ask, do you know the exact location of that big guy in Dream Prison?"

Tony looked at the position of the hammer on the monitor and asked the second generation of rat catchers.

The Ratcatcher's information had already appeared in Tony's sight when the blood campaign was introduced.

Maybe these little mice can provide some news.

The monthly summary will be posted tomorrow...

thank you~