witcher in marvel

Chapter 60 The Werewolf Warlock
By the time Coulson was ordered to go to the Adirondacks, Bai Jinglan had killed black goat cubs 27 times.

The monster "completely hypnotized" by Jinghua Shuiyue is the meat on the cutting board in front of Bai Jinglan, and he can cut it over and over again for fun.

However, this is a pile of "old beef" with great toughness. Even if Bai Jinglan holds a "sharp knife" and wants to completely cut it into "dices", it is not an easy task.

Bottom line: this guy is hard to kill!

Soaked in the energy left by the ancient evil gods for thousands of years, this black goat cub already has a trace of immortality, and its vitality is comparable to that of Wolverine. No matter how it is smashed by Bai Jinglan, even the nearby hills It has been flattened by more than half, but it can still jump up and howl.

It doesn't die, and neither do the other monsters in the ancient temple.

Fortunately, the original god of the ancient evil god was killed by the God Eater long ago, and the energy left in the ancient temple is just a tree without roots.

At the current rate of consumption, killing it thirty or fifty times would always squeeze it into dry sheep.

Speaking of it, in fact, this kind of thing is best done in the mirror dimension.

It's a pity that this monster is too deeply involved with the ancient temple of the evil god. Even if Bai Jinglan throws it into the mirror dimension, it can still break free along the connection with the ancient temple, so... we can only sacrifice the beauty of the emperor. The environment is bad. Anyway, the land here is vast and sparsely populated. It’s okay to flatten a few kilometers. Maybe it can be turned into an alternative scenic spot in the future, and it will create some extra income for the New York State Government!
However, this kind of battle is quite boring.

Bai Jinglan chopped up the monster several times, and after seeing that it could be revived every time, he simply used the "five-pillar iron gun", condensed five huge iron pillars with spiritual power, pressed down its tentacles and limbs, and then continued to use The high-level ghost dao bombarded wildly, bit by bit wearing away the evil spirit in its body.

When Coulson arrived in a Quin-style fighter plane, the sky was still in full swing, and huge bright fireballs kept falling from the sky, exploding on the screaming black goat cubs, and the heat wave was like a wave. Spread in all directions.

"Sir?"

The accompanying agents were a little worried. If they walked over like this, wouldn't they explode on the spot?

Coulson waved his hand to tell them to back off. He didn't step forward, but stood still at a distance, and then raised a high-power loudspeaker.

"Mr. Bai Deng, I am Agent Coulson, and I belong to the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistic Support Agency. Is there anything we can do for you?"

In the bombardment like a series of giant cannons, his voice was still undisturbed, and it was clearly transmitted to Bai Jinglan's ears. This seemingly ordinary loudspeaker was obviously a product of black technology.

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Bai Jinglan looked indifferent, turned to look at him, and spit out two words: "Clear the field!"

The movement here was the same as the battlefield, which naturally attracted the attention of many people. Not only were the leisurely and painful crowds gathering here, he even sensed that there was an army approaching here at high speed.

He wasn't ready for the massacre.

Since S.H.I.E.L.D. sent them to their door automatically, these troubles would of course be left to them.

Speaking of it, S.H.I.E.L.D. is very low as a frontal combat unit, but it is quite qualified for cleaning the battlefield.

In fact, there is no need for Bai Jinglan to order, SHIELD has already started to do this. Many SHIELD agents spread out to block the ordinary people approaching this way, and the director of the stewed egg directly communicated with the military to tell them to stop dying immediately. Behavior.

So, Coulson immediately replied: "Mr. Bai Deng, we have already helped you deal with these matters. When your... er, the battle is over, can you have an in-depth exchange with us?"

"Don't call me Mr. Bai Deng, I am Mr. Bai Deng."

Bai Jinglan hooked his fingers, and threw down another Shuanglian Canghuo pendant that destroyed the chant, which made the black goat cub scream and scream, and then continued as if nothing had happened, "You don't need to communicate with me, I It's just a guest invited by someone, you can go to him if you have any questions."

Coulson raised his eyebrows: "You mean Mr. White?"

"you……"

Just as Bai Jinglan was about to answer, she suddenly felt cold all over.

That is not the coldness of the body, but the coldness that spreads from the depths of the soul, so cold to the bone.

Darkness overwhelms.

It was as if something was exploring and piercing his soul!
Immediately afterwards, his mind became confused.

At the same time, an extremely sullen anger burned in his heart.

"Roar!!!"

Bai Jinglan's expression suddenly became ferocious, and he raised his head to the sky and let out a roar.

At this moment, the air seemed to be suppressed by the deep sea, making everyone feel so sad that they wanted to vomit blood.

"Mr. Bai Tian?!"

Colson was dripping with cold sweat, bent over, knees on the ground, pressing his throat in pain, his eyes almost protruding from their sockets.

Suddenly, invisible pressure swept up into the sky like a volcanic eruption.

Boom! ! !
As if a Category [-] hurricane had blown by, the clouds covering the sky were swept away in an instant.

However, after the hurricane, it was calm again.

"Huhuhu~"

Coulson and all the lives in the vicinity, freed from the heavy pressure, were all gasping for air, taking in big gulps of air.

After a long while, Coulson raised his head with difficulty, and asked suspiciously, "Mr. Bai Tianjun, did something happen?"

Bai Jinglan's face was very calm, and there was no trace of ferocity: "It's nothing, it's just that someone wants to plot against me."

Curse is the most insidious type of black magic. Whether it acts on the body or the soul, once it is stained, it is like a gangrene attached to the bone, and it is extremely difficult to remove it.

The nature of this curse is exactly the same as that of the evil god's energy, but...it can't be released by the brainless fool under his feet.

There must be a mage secretly mobilizing the energy of the evil god, turning it into the curse of the ancient god, and then using the black goat cub as a channel to quietly contaminate him.

This ancient power beyond time, burned under the guidance of the curse, eroding everything it can touch.

If it wasn't for Bai Jinglan's spiritual pressure to be strong enough to forcibly expel the curse at the moment when the curse broke out, he would have fallen here this time.

The one who can do this must be a master of black magic!
This taught Bai Jinglan a lesson.

Magicians are all masters of using strength to fight, especially black magicians who act insidiously. As long as they can borrow high-latitude energy, they can often exert destructive power far beyond the realm. A day where the boat capsizes.

This time he was lucky, the terrifying spiritual pressure of King Lan Dabi burst out with all his strength, enough to crush a city, and the residual energy of the ancient evil god alone could not really erode his soul and give him a chance to break free from the curse .

That troublemaker must be around!

Bai Jinglan's eyes flickered, and he spread the spiritual pressure in all directions.

Suddenly, he turned around abruptly, and his right arm fell like a knife.

"The 78th of Breaking the Way, Slashing Hualun!"

A moon-shaped blade of the ghost path pierced through the air, slashed past Coulson's side, and slashed towards the broken hill hundreds of meters away.

Boom! !

The small hill more than [-] meters high was cut in two by this blow.

The upper half of the hill collapsed and flew into the air, as if eroded by wind and sand, it turned into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

"..."

Looking at the severed hill, Coulson opened his mouth slightly, his whole body was drenched in cold sweat, and the strong wind tore at the corner of his clothes like a rustling flag.

Did he say something wrong?
Is it necessary to scare him like this?
However, this idea flashed in his mind.

Because in the next second, he heard a painful... wolf howling?

Coulson turned his head in a daze, and saw a little black spot running wildly.

He hurriedly grabbed the binoculars to look, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help shaking again.

This world is becoming more and more incomprehensible. First, there was a singing ghost girl, and then there were weird-looking monsters jumping around, and now they appear again... Werewolves?
In other words, there are vampires and werewolves in this world. Although S.H.I.E.L.D.’s information on the mysterious side is useless, they still know a lot about their large numbers, average abilities, and love to cause trouble, and those two gangs are also Their key targets.

However, he had never seen such a werewolf before!
He is more than three meters tall, unbelievably strong, with long and dense dark red hair... If it's just these, then he is bigger than other werewolves, which is not surprising.

What makes this werewolf different is that he is not only physically stronger than other werewolves, but also has curved horns like goats on his head, and strong feet like hooves on cows.

In addition, he was wearing a black robe and was carrying a half-meter-long wooden staff in his hand.

If normal werewolves are berserkers, this weird werewolf is a magician.

Werewolves have mages?
There is no such item in the information collected by S.H.I.E.L.D.

Suddenly, a white lightning flashed across Coulson's cheek without any sound.

But, just like thunder, it takes a while after the lightning to hear the rumble.

After the "White Lightning" passed by, the air-breaking shock wave hit his ears, causing him to lose his sense of balance for a moment, and almost fell to the ground.

Coulson shook his head twice, then turned his head to take a look.

The afterimage of "White Lightning" is still there, but it has actually flown over the head of the werewolf.

Immediately afterwards, dense darkness poured out from all directions, locking the werewolf who was fleeing in panic.

Ninety of Breaking Ways, Black Coffin! !
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(End of this chapter)