The Beauty of Light on Earth

Sitting alone in front of the wooden table, wiping the weapon, everything seemed to be so close yet so far away.Mobile terminal m..

The wooden door was violently pushed open without making a sound, and a thin figure wearing a suit of armor that never fit came in. His rosy cheeks were dim and unclear, and his brown ponytail flicked, but his voice was extremely clear and clear. Enter the eardrum.

"Lucian, what do you mean, you actually applied to the high command for deployment to the Borean Tundra for rest and recuperation. Our team is the only one that has not reduced its numbers during the raid on Ulduar. Everyone's morale is high..."

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"I know it's your fault, but at this moment, our Alliance and Horde have joined forces in Dragonblight to attack Icecrown Citadel and defeat the traitor to avenge our dead relatives. At this moment, you actually want us to Get some rest!" The roar that was already roaring was so clear and sweet.

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"That's enough! You're using your position to oppress me!"

"boom!!"

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A burst of colorful whirlpools kept spinning. After freezing, a vacant camp appeared in front of you. I walked quickly to the gate of the camp. The guard stationed on guard greeted him friendly, "Captain Ahir, why are you here?" I heard you have returned to Fearless Fortress."

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"Why did your team join you in guarding the Borean Tundra? How could it be? I heard from the flag officer that you suffered huge psychological trauma in Ulduar. The deputy team took over your duties and just arranged for you to return to the Fearless Fortress to recuperate. ." The guard replied in a confused and envious tone, "Others? Of course they are incorporated into Duke Fordagon's Guards and follow the Duke into Angatha, the Gate of Scourge..."

"Do not!!!"

Everything in front of me became clear, the neat and white ceiling and floor, the surrounding strengthened transparent glass, the tubes inserted into the body, and the few strange researchers who were operating the equipment outside the glass wall were shocked. It turned out to be just a A nightmare.

As Lucian sat up straight, the angle of the hospital bed under him also adjusted accordingly. He grabbed the various catheter data cables that had fallen off his body. When he was about to get out of bed, a young man in a suit and leather shoes walked in with the sound of the door opening. After entering the research room, he signaled the researcher to leave and gently placed a pile of pieces aside. Then he greeted with a smile: "Mr. Ahir, good afternoon!"

After studying the familiar face for a while, Lucien asked: "How long have I been unconscious?"

"Five days and six hours." The man in the suit replied after looking down at his watch.

"Have you been waiting outside the door these days?"

"No, it's just after your physiological data has returned to normal, Mr. Ahir." The man in the suit looked down at his watch again, "I've been waiting for three hours and 28 minutes."

"Ha~ You guys are so rigorous." Lucien, who was amused by the man's answer, leaned back on the hospital bed.

"We have strict discipline." Seeing that the warm-up was going well, the man in the suit said while taking a chair, "Phil Coulson, special agent of the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency."

"Can you stop being so verbose?"

Coulson sat down on the chair and spread his hands helplessly, "I'm not the first person to feel this way. You can call us SHIELD."

"Mr. Ahir, we have many problems that we need your help with."

"How is Innsmouth?" Although he was an "old acquaintance", Lucian didn't want to be led by the other party, so he asked back.

Coulson seemed to have expected this and said briskly: "There was an accidental explosion in the illegal weapons processing factory. The FBI conducted an in-depth investigation and discovered a domestic black sea channel for smuggling heavy weapons and gold, and the ledgers were found; two days ago, the African Terrorist Organization The Holy Land released a video stating that they would retaliate against us." Although he was already prepared for SHIELD to cover up the matter, when he first heard about Coulson's handling of the matter, Lucian had to give a thumbs up and said that it was really American...

Lucien didn't care too much about the cover-up of this incident and asked: "I am paying attention to the corpses of those deep divers. Some of them I haven't had time to purify yet. How did you deal with them?"

"These fish-headed humanoids are called Deep Ones?" Coulson said as he picked up the pen and wrote. "You know, it took a lot of trouble to give these humanoids a code name. One agent insisted that they should be called They are running around."

"Don't worry, they are all in a safe place."

"It's not destroyed, but collected for research, right?" Even if he knew what SHIELD was doing, Lucian was still dazzled by Coulson's confident expression. SHIELD itself had already been defeated by its old enemy Nine How dare you study such a sensitive thing after being infiltrated into a loophole, "Ignorance!! Idiot!!"

"Do you know what these monsters are?! How dare you keep the remains? Do you know how many people will be killed by your kindness!!"

"I faced these terrifying lower-level servants with the determination to die!! How can you idiots be so careless!!"

"i?! i?! cthulhu fhtagn! ph'ngfh cthulhu r'lyeh wggn—"

"i?! i?! cthulhu fhtagn! ph'ngfh cthulhu r'lyeh wggn—"

After venting his singing, Lucien lay down on the bed and waved his hands feebly, sighing softly in an aria tone, "The oldest and strongest emotion of human beings is fear, and the oldest and strongest emotion is fear. The fear is the unknown.”

"You are ignorant~"

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Coulson was worthy of being a model American agent. Facing Lucian's unexpected vent and ridicule, he kept smiling and said: "We have a very comprehensive prevention mechanism..."

"What kind of prevention mechanism? The mysterious secret research institute in Area 51? The SHIELD special operations team? SHIELD agents? The blue alien superman? Oh~ he seems to be dead." He stretched out his hands and moved his fingers irregularly. Empty bullet, holy light flashed at fingertips, "Want to see the real mastermind behind the scenes? Agent Coulson?"

Looking at the light spot on Lucian's finger, Coulson paused for a few seconds and asked: "I really want to see it, but apart from Mr. Ahir, the only agents left here are our SHIELD agents, Ahil." Sir, you don’t think it’s SHIELD that’s responsible for this.”

"You're thinking too much." Lucian gave an enigmatic smile, stopped moving his hands and pointed at his temple, and said calmly, "I'll use magic to ask you to enter my mind and see the indescribable things. Bar."

As soon as Lucian finished speaking, Coulson felt the world spinning. In the blink of an eye, Coulson found that he had arrived at a huge and quaint underground palace. Looking around, he felt like he was wearing a pair of highly myopic glasses. There were many people around him. People wearing strange robes and armors really feel like they are on the set of a large-scale costume drama, but looking at the costumes and weapons with all kinds of lights, it feels like...

"Lu! You coward, the heroes have already entered the cell, and we are still resting here. Are we here to sweep the floor!"

Before Coulson had a chance to express his feelings, he was interrupted by a sudden shout. A figure wearing yellow and black alternating face armor and holding a spiked tower shield as tall as a man rushed towards him when he heard the voice. Coulson found himself shaking his head uncontrollably. He should be communicating with the knight. After a long time, the voice of the female knight came again, "Brothers, charge at me!"

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Colson felt himself being forced to follow the crowd to a place called a prison cell. "What is this prison for?" Looking at the huge pond in the distance that could hold a [-]-ton ship, the surrounding walls Tethered to a huge chain that had broken, there were four huge metal statues above his head, "Oh my God, there are such lifelike statues."

At this time, a strange voice that sounded like a woman but not a man came into his ears, and Coulson felt his heart trembling uncontrollably.

"I am a lucid dream.

The monster of your nightmares.

The devil with a thousand faces.

Tremble in my true form!

Surrender before the god of death! "

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge black shadow suddenly emerged from the water.

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"Oh!"

Seeing Colson fainting suddenly, Lucian shook his head helplessly. Is this the only example of an American agent?

"What did you do to Coulson!" The door to the laboratory was opened, and heavily armed special forces filed in, surrounding Lucian's glass ward. A female agent wearing a SHIELD uniform pointed a pistol at Lucian. asked angrily.

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