Dark Savages Come To the United States

At this time, on the holy mountain of Harrogath, Nick Fury and Frank Custer were watching this very grand ceremony, which could only be known from the preparations.

In Nick Fury's eyes, it was clear that the barbarians were doing something. And it's definitely not going to be one of those party-like security events.

But he doesn't care about anything now.

This is Harrogath, and Nick Fury isn't going to run up to the barbarians and yell "human rights" or something to try and stop them.

He knew very well that these guys were unstoppable.

Perhaps in Nick Fury's eyes, most events in the world can't be considered safe, but that's at least manageable. Even if the consequences occur, 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 say why, he just knew that this time was different!

But what else could Nick Fury do?

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

This just makes him seem incompetent and stupid.

He has long experienced the stubbornness of the 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, but this kind of question was full of conspiracy in Frank's eyes.

Even a little annoying.

Frank looked up at Nick Fury at a slow pace: "If you're going to fool me, you'd better cancel your follow-up plans now. Otherwise, I'll definitely give you a taste of how death is approaching!"

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

He could swear by the gun that Frank had aimed at his forehead!

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

Spending time with his own children was one of the rare moments of comfort for Frank's heart.

He's hostile to anyone who wants to break this feeling, even his old buddies, he's not 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 talk to Frank in front of him.

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

The agent of death, this title is much cooler than the punisher.

And the power of representation is much stronger.

At the very least, such a presence is more competent than annihilating that ill-named death emissary.

"Man, if I do anything to you afterward, I hope you will remember that I am trying to save your soul."

Nick Fury said this to Frank, his eyes serious.

Just a little trembling in the voice.

It's not like being afraid or something, it's like explaining the future.

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

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

"If you can't tell me your plan now, you'd better tell me after the action, before my bullet goes through your head, what exactly you did!"

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

Who else can the punisher in this world trust besides the one-eyed man?

After all, it was a life-threatening friendship between the two.

Even "death" is not enough to describe their mutual trust.

Mortal or inhuman, these Franks don't care. As long as it is in the category of human beings, there is the possibility of being killed.

So Frank was never in awe of Nick Fury.

"Only one time!"

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

So serious Nick Fury, let Frank be sure it was a joke.

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

"You mean only once?"

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

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

Frank only hoped that this time the price would not be too heavy.

"Only one time!"

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

And then directly walked out of the stone house where they were.

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

Nick Fury walked with his back to the direction of the Elder Temple, which was the direction to leave the Holy Mountain.

Along the way, they could see some ancestral spirits. They just looked at Nick Fury silently without saying a word.

That kind of performance is enough to make a normal person palpitate.

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

Unless these ancestors had eyes that could kill him, there was nothing to worry about.

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

Anyway, even if he knew something, he couldn't stop it at this time. It was more appropriate to focus on the aspects that he had been paying attention to since a long time ago.

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

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

Frank rubbed his child's forehead and said softly.

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

There may be countless idiots in the world who would offend the Punisher, but none of them would have Nick Fury's name.

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

Say he is an ordinary person?

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

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

He seemed to feel a little bit of Nick Fury.

Death is always approaching!

The same is true for any life.

"Father, do you need me to do something for you?"

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

Jill is no longer a fighting child, 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 warrior.

"I need you to stop talking to your mother, I teach you about hunting."

Frank eased the expression on his face and said softly.

...

In the 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 prosperous town.

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

They are just the heirs to the name Asgard, just a group of homeless exiles who made their homes in this land.

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

They are no longer the guardians of the Nine Realms, but a group of wanderers who have gained a place to live.

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

He just smiled relievedly, his hammer "brother" was more favored by Mauernier than him.

But he was relieved already.

Because he is the new king of Asgard and shoulders the expectations of the clansmen.

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

Odin's divine power continued to grow stronger in his body, and he could feel it.

And the bloodline that belongs to Nephalem makes his body more able to withstand this kind of power than Odin himself.

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

"Sister, what are we missing now?"

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

There was strong pride in his voice.

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

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

"Lack of a battle to reshape glory, my brother."

Hela's voice is no longer cold, but has a lazy tone.

Without ambition and no longer wanting revenge, Hela began to gradually enjoy this leisurely pace of life.

No need to take warriors to conquer one place after another, no need to face flesh and sword 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 battles.

It's just that even she wasn't sure how long she would get bored.

In many cases, the longevity species tend to pursue spiritual satisfaction rather than material things.

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

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

And victories are varied.

Now there is only one thing we are missing, and that is our little brother.

I didn't believe what he did before was his intention, and now I'm going to get my family back! "

Thor said this with a smile on his face.

The light of thunder flashed in both eyes.

Obviously, he has grown a lot during this time, and even Hela has to admit that his brother finally surpassed his sister in strength.

Just as 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, it didn't disturb anyone.

Hai La twitched the corners of her mouth and cursed "old thing" in her heart. Besides, she didn't move.

The two crows had their own names, Fokin and Munnie.

In a distant place, an old man was staggering down the road.

Without seeing any purpose, two crows clucked and landed on his shoulders.

"Okay baby, tell me if my stupid son is running around by his sister."

This old man is obviously Odin.

Under the protection of Izuel, 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.

His life is coming to an end.

"Gaga, great **** of the gods. Thor makes Asgard flourish!"

The crow said this, and Odin's face became calmer.

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

The other crow said so.

The two divine crows accompanied Odin over the years, and Hela was as familiar as them.

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

Odin raised the corner of his mouth, and then slowly took out a piece of bread from his suitcase, and slowly smashed it to feed the two crows on his shoulders.

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

Odin whispered, and at this moment, Hela, who was far away in New Asgard, leaked a smile.

"My life is about to end, do I still have any use for you demon gods now?"

Odin slowly straightened his waist and looked at the figure that appeared in front of him.

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

Diablo!

"I want to see if a being who can let fear die from the depths of his heart sees me a little bit shaken."

Diablo's figure said so.

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

"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 give everything."

Odin spoke calmly.

His life could be over from the moment he fell into the high heaven.

Every extra moment is earned.

"A human once said the same thing, and I just thought it was a joke."

Diablo said so.

He was clearly talking about the Wise King of Canduras ~www.NovelMTL.com~ the Skeleton King Leoric.

The last thought of a man who had gone mad at the end of his life was to make Diablo's will disappear with him.

Such an idea seemed somewhat ridiculous to Diablo at the time, and it was over-the-top!

But neither Leoric nor Aidan gave Diablo a new understanding of Nephalem.

The guy in front of you will be next?

Diablo didn't think so.

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

Diablo, who mastered fear, has yet to fail in the battle 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!