Marvel Magic Event Book

The thick water vapor gradually dissipated, and Salomon used the tip of his sword to pick up the golden ring that fell on the ground.

This is the halo of an angel. The halo represents the class and essence of an angel.Unless the witch summons a creature from the lower plane to devour the angel, or gives the halo to the fallen angel craftsman Rodan, if you just leave this thing and throw it back, an intermediate angel will be reborn before long.As for whether the angel will still be so ugly at that time, it is unknown. After all, it is only a spiritual creature, and it can look like whatever it wants.Salomon activated the power of the holy sword, and the scorching sword cut the halo like butter, completely annihilating the soul of the intermediate angel.This is the power of the Holy Sword, which can completely erase the essence of extradimensional creatures. Any monster will cry under this Holy Sword.

He overestimated the angel's combat capability and did not need 30 seconds.At this moment, the subway had just exited the Williamsburg Bridge, and the witches were greeting the lower-level angels who were rushing towards them. Joan of Arc had no time to care about Salomon's behavior of snatching prey.

"Constantine, Catherine, Ola. Report."

"I think the lower angels of Hell's Kitchen, Greenwich Village and Soho are no longer a problem, my lord," said Catherine cheerfully.In fact, since the enemy density is not high, the heavy firepower team can often solve the problem before the Sisters engage with the enemy. Explosive bombs and plasma are not something that the ceramic shell bodies of the lower-level angels can withstand.Even if there is a fish that slips through the net, whether it is a long sword flashing with electric light or a chain sword, it can easily cut the flesh and blood of lower-level angels.

Catherine strongly protested to Aura and asked the heavy fire team to leave some prey for her, otherwise her assault team would be idle and moldy.There is no doubt that Catherine is very satisfied with this battle. Although it is also a "search and destroy" order, this battle is much more enjoyable than the mission performed on the alien planet where the hive is located.Catherine waved her arms excitedly to the roof of another building.

In response, Ola made a gesture that meant "leave me alone."

"There are no intermediate angels here, and the situation in the Triangle is still unclear. It's over." Aura added calmly.Her voice was almost drowned out by gunfire as her heavy fire team continued to fire into the sky, killing the lower angels who swooped down to attack them.The effect of explosive bombs is much better than that of ordinary bullets. It only takes a few rounds to kill a lower-level angel, but the problem of ammunition troubles the heavy fire team. "Use more plasma weapons." Aura, wearing the crown given by Salomon, said to the team members, "Execute the sniper and interception orders, and then let the puppies of the assault team do more work."

"With the help of Ms. Maximov, I am successfully hunting down intermediate angels." Constantine's whole body exuded the smell of ozone and fuel burning.He nodded towards the witch, "Ms. Maximov is doing very well. There are not many intermediate angels left in Times Square. If possible, Ms. Maximov doesn't mind supporting the sisterhood."

"anything else?"

"According to the report from the Karma Taj New York Temple, the serpentine superior angel is still hovering at an altitude of about 5000 feet above Manhattan." Hearing Constantine say this, Salomon couldn't help but raise his head and look at the sky.He could vaguely sense the movement of the superior angel, but it was not as accurate as the Agamotto crystal ball, because the screams that echoed like a baby's cry were overlapping and could not be distinguished one by one.He can only judge quantities, but cannot accurately measure distances. "I think it may want to get into a stalemate with you, my lord. It is afraid of your attack. After all, you killed the cherubim with one strike before. What are you going to do?"

"Ask Stephanie to make a donation to the NYPD, tell them where they need to maintain order, and at the same time set up a foundation to provide assistance to the affected people. I will go to the big guy and solve the problem completely." Salomon hung up after giving the order. communication.He sent an encrypted magic message in the direction of the two witches. Although it was only 25 words, it was enough to express his thoughts.Sure enough, after receiving the communication, Joan of Arc fired two shots in Salomon's direction without showing any signs of weakness.Although she didn't know why her marksmanship was still so accurate even at a distance from the shooting range, the two bullets still made a precise whistling line, and most weakly hit the mystic's helmet without even wiping off a bit of paint.

Purple sword light lit up in the direction where the subway disappeared, and the huge fist woven with hair disappeared in a flash.It seems that the witches have already taken out their melee weapons and are ready to kill them.Salomon shrugged, opened a portal based on the angel's location sent by Constantine, and then stepped in.

He also wants to get serious about it.

"No one knows whether this was a terrorist attack or an accident?" Detective Carter returned to the passenger seat and closed the door angrily.She asked the patrolman, but she also knew she wouldn't get an answer because emergencies like this occurred all the way from Manhattan to Williamsburg, from low-rise buildings to high-rise buildings.It was definitely not a gas explosion, and it was certainly not an electrical accident.Officer Carter turned his attention and looked at his partner, Detective Fusco. "And you, stop eating!" she yelled. "There are no reports of casualties and no suspects in the attack. How are we supposed to do our job?"

"Maybe you should stop and have some donuts." Detective Fusco, who was probably of Italian descent, licked his fingers and ignored his partner's frenzy.Ever since he became Detective Carter's partner, he had to endure Detective Carter's harsh words from time to time, which was quite familiar to him.Just like a husband who is ordered to wash dishes, he will do the housework at first, but later he will become completely lazy and think that the dishwasher is the greatest invention in the world.

The dishwasher is truly the greatest invention in the world, or so Detective Fusco thinks.

"Do you think Iron Man or Captain America will jump right in front of us and take care of everything?" Officer Carter smashed the steering wheel angrily. "Manhattan is simply a battlefield! There are some idiots who claim to have seen it. Angel, then take the gun to the streets! I don't care about the Avengers, this is New York, and we are the police! If we still don't understand the situation and can't arrest the suspect, then things will definitely cause a lot of casualties if things continue to develop. What does the airport say? Can we ask the pilot?”

"The two pilots only said that the plane was out of control, and it's not our job to investigate the black box. If you ask me, we should contact the Avengers now. Remember that time in New York? I think it must be an alien invasion, one that can become invisible. Otherwise, they are people from the future." Detective Fusco said, "Anyway, only the National Guard and the Avengers can handle this kind of thing, we can't get involved at all. Eat some, this may be the last sweet thing. Circle, that shop has been buried in the ruins.”

Officer Carter glanced at the remaining frosted chocolate donut in the box, picked it up and took a bite of it bitterly.

"The police call has been handled by the patrol, and the headquarters asked us to help. There are a lot of people with guns today, and we have to wear body armor." Detective Fusco said, "The director has contacted the Avengers and the National Guard. We have formed a team, now we have to see who among them comes first.”

"It's not over, Fusco," she said vaguely, "It's not over!"