Chaldea in Marvel

Chapter 112: Daylight (2)

In the suburbs of New York, an old building that has been abandoned for more than ten years welcomes its new owner today.

A specially modified black bulletproof car slowly approached. From the imprint on the door, it can be seen that this is the special car of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Captain, this is the place arranged for you."

Nick Fury and Steve got out of the car. This old-fashioned building was specially bought by S.H.I.E.L.D. to make a magic workshop for Medea. The normal C-type heroic spirits can only exert their strongest power in the workshop. .

Well, except for those abnormal C-type heroic spirits, after all, each of them is more inhuman than the other.

"Caster, how are you feeling?"

If Steve can answer this question, he will definitely not be able to answer it. Of course, he must ask a professional.

Otherwise, do you expect Steve to be a warrior and someone from the technology side to answer the mystery side?

"It's not bad. Although there are no spiritual veins around, it's not a big problem for me."

Medea is very confident in her magic skills. Even among the many casters, her magic skills are undoubtedly among the best, and she is the strongest among the three C-type heroes that have appeared. (not counting combat power)

False Cater: Merlin. (Avalon Juggernaut, you will bite your tongue if you chant the spell too fast)
The real Caster: Medea. (Target construction A, props creation A, high-speed oracle A)

"Well, leave it to us here, Nick, and we will contact you if there is anything."

Steve gets his stuff out of the trunk, and he's going to be living here forever.

And there is still a battle to be faced. Although the image of Medea is not very good in history, Steve feels nothing after the contact during this period of time.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you, Captain, we must win this war."

After Nick Fury finished speaking, he returned to the car and turned on the engine to prepare to leave, but before leaving, he took a deep look at Medea. This woman left a deep impression on him.

Standing still, he played with dozens of elite agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., and even Hawkeye and Natasha were caught by him.

"Tell me if you have hope and need, and then we will be the comrades behind each other's entrustment."

Steve stretched out his right hand to Medea. Although he has the title of Betrayal Witch, he found that Medea was not like what was described in history at all through these two days of contact.

So Steve believed in his own judgment, and entrusted his back to Medea.

"Hehe, don't you know that I am the betrayed witch?"

Facing Steve's outstretched right hand, Medea showed a little interest. She originally planned to deal with it because of Fujimaru Tachika, but she didn't expect to meet such a master.

"I only trust my own intuition. Even if Ms. Medea is a betrayed witch, why not try to betray me first."

After finishing speaking, Steve's eyes kept looking at Medea, and his firm belief seemed to overflow.

"Interesting, then I will commit myself to you first."

Medea was touched by Steve's firm eyes, and she stretched out her right hand and shook it.

So far, Group C has officially joined the Holy Grail War.

Inside New York City.

"Hey, Milton, don't stay at home all the time, let's find someone to have a good fight with!"

Berserker sat on the sofa boredly, looked at the boy who was playing games with a game console and said, his deep and rough voice startled the young man.

"Please, I'm still playing games, and I'm going to school in half an hour. I'll take you there in the evening. I'll give you the Holy Grail after the war is won."

Milton slowed down a bit. Although he was selected by the Holy Grail to become the master and gained supernormal abilities, he didn't intend to use this ability to do bad things. The only time he beat up a few punks when he was robbed.

Instead, continue to live as an ordinary person. As for the Holy Grail?Milton is very satisfied with his current life. His parents are still alive and there is no shortage of money. He also has a very beautiful girlfriend, and he has no wishes that need to be fulfilled.

"Holy Grail, I don't need it either. I just want to find a heroic spirit who can make friends with me here. It would be even better if it was Achilles or Hercules."

Naturally, Berserker is not an impatient person, and being able to carry out advanced dialogues and exchanges at the mad level has already proved this point.

His real name is Beowulf, and he joined the Holy Grail War as a Berserker this time, and became a heroic spirit with his strongest posture.

Combining the ferocity and frenzy of youth, and the wisdom and rationality of old age, the combination of the two offsets the influence of most of the Berserker jobs, and is able to communicate smoothly with others.

"Milton, hurry downstairs and let your father drive you to school."

"coming."

Milton dropped the game console in his hand, picked up his schoolbag and ran out of the room.

"Berserker, you can move freely, or you can follow me as a spirit son."

Before walking out of the room, Milton said to Beowulf, judging from what was given, the daytime is the truce period of the Holy Grail War, so you can move around at will.

"No, even if I'm a Berserker, I still have to protect the Master, so I'll follow you."

Beowulf turned into a spirit directly, looking forward to meeting the other heroic spirits at night. Through imagination, he can know that it must be a very happy battle.

The Berserker team formally joins the Holy Grail War here.

In an abandoned unfinished building, among the many figures with skull masks on their faces hidden under the black, a figure in blue casual clothes is particularly conspicuous.

"Assassin, now I hope that you can quickly spread your eyeliner all over New York City, find the person who becomes the master, and kill him directly."

The master of the killing group looked at this abandoned unfinished building, and couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in his heart, the Holy Grail...he is bound to win it.

Only by relying on the Holy Grail can he fulfill his wish and get enough power to destroy the organization called the Alien Association.

His younger sister, in this unfinished building, was skinned and blooded by members of the Alien Association on the ground under her feet. He watched the whole process, and when he couldn't accept that he was about to faint, those people would forcibly raise his spirit to a high level so that he wouldn't faint.

If it weren't for the members of S.H.I.E.L.D. who came quickly enough, he probably wouldn't have escaped the poisonous hands, and those agents even performed amnesiacs on him in an attempt to forget everything.

Although the memory was indeed erased for a period of time, it was impossible to forget the anger and grief of witnessing his own sister being killed in such a cruel way.

After those agents sent him back to his normal life, the exuberant and sunny boy Sarn Hall in the past was dead, and now he is only a man who is bound to make the Alien Society pay for it. The Avenger Thane Hall.

"Obey, Master."

Dozens of Hassan's voices quickly disappeared and began to spread into New York City.

Perhaps, Baimao's biggest role is to be a spy organization.

"It is impossible to bring me victory by relying on all kinds of appearances. It is best to find a master who can ally with me, and... still has a grudge against the Alien Association."

Sarn opened the newspaper in his hand, and the battle between the Iron Man and the unknown man in the red robe was posted on it, and the news that spread to hundreds of onlookers accounted for more than half of the newspaper.

"It's you, Tony Stark."

There was a smile on the corner of Sarn's mouth. He was very familiar with that red-robed figure. The members of the Alien Association served these bishops.

Sarn is also aware of this, so Tony, who has a grudge against the Alien Association, and is also a master, is naturally on his candidate list.

As for how Sarn knew that Tony was the master, it was due to Baimao. The battle between Tony and the seventh bishop naturally attracted Sarn.

So I sent Baimao to investigate, and happened to meet Siegfried who came out with Tony on his back.

Because of the breath blocking and Siegfried's focus on Tony at that time, he didn't observe the surroundings carefully, so Baimao escaped and ran back.

Otherwise, with the ability of Baimao's avatar, meeting the top-notch Siegfried, it is estimated that he would be killed on the spot if he could not last even a minute.

"The Holy Grail... can only be mine."

The Killing Group officially joins the Holy Grail War here, and all participants are present.

　This chapter is a normal drip update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)