Marvel Daily of a Lord God

"Plunge into darkness?..."

Staring intently at Earls opposite, the angel Moros just sneered and said aloud, but just when he opened his mouth to say two words, a person not far away interrupted his next words, The loud voice reached the ears of everyone present along with a few footsteps.

"What kind of place do you two think this is? If you want to argue, please go out and start again, okay?"

Nick Fury stepped forward and walked a few meters, looking up into the air, one eye kept wandering back and forth on Earls and the angel Moros, while gradually frowning, he continued to open his mouth and say loudly: "SHIELD is not a place for you to do whatever you want, if you two can't give me a good explanation today, then you two can stay here for me!"

Just as he was talking, a hostility suddenly appeared on Nick Fury's face, he waved to Coulson behind him, and ordered him aloud: "Colson, go and organize a few field agents from the brigade to come over immediately , Be sure to surround them."

"Sir, I..."

Hearing Nick Fury's words, Coulson couldn't help showing concern, but Nick Fury's slightly dissatisfied voice came again, but he swallowed back what he wanted to say next.

"What? Is there any problem?" Nick Fury looked at him slightly, frowning and asked in a cold voice.

"No…"

Coulson shook his head hastily, and responded aloud, "Sir, I'll do it right away."

After saying this, Coulson quickly turned around and walked towards the door of the scientific research room.

And just as Coulson was walking towards the gate, the angels Moros and Earls, who were suspended in mid-air, just turned their heads and looked at Nick Fury below.

"Mortal, you interrupted me just now?"

Moros's light blue eyes were fixed on Nick Fury, and the expression on his face was extremely unkind as he spoke. Obviously, he didn't have a good impression of the guy in front of him who interrupted his words.

However, after hearing what Moros said, Nick Fury did not answer aloud, still frowning slightly and staring at him and Earls opposite him, his eyes were full of thick vigilance, and In this vigilance, there seemed to be an imperceptible contempt hidden.

As an angel, Moros's senses are naturally more sensitive than ordinary people, even though Nick Fury's contempt is hidden deeply, he still feels it.

After realizing Nick Fury's contempt, Moros couldn't help showing a little anger on his face. This weak mortal actually despised a noble angel.

The anger on Moros' face was not concealed at all, and Dang even roared at Nick Fury.

"Humble mortal, who gave you the guts to be so contemptuous of a noble angel."

As soon as the angry voice fell, Moros' white and crystal-clear right hand was instantly lifted up, and a gorgeous white light instantly condensed on his hand and turned into a sharp spear.

"Dare to despise a noble angel, death will be your only destination."

Accompanied by Moros's cold words, his hands shook slightly, and the spear immediately turned into a ray of light and shot towards Nick Fury very quickly.

"A humble existence like an ant that can be easily erased dares to be so contemptuous of me. Now, only death can redeem your offense to me."

Watching the spear turn into a ray of light like lightning and quickly heading towards Nick Fury, it is conceivable that as long as the spear falls on Nick Fury, he will definitely die, so Moros looked at him at this time It was extremely cold, as if looking at a dead person.

It's just that even knowing that Nick Fury is about to usher in death, Moros still couldn't stop his anger when he recalled his contemptuous gaze just now.

And when Nick Fury below saw Moros throwing the spear made of white light at him without any warning, his eyes suddenly panicked.

But no matter how panicked he was, he couldn't do anything to dodge the spear that was approaching in the blink of an eye. He could only watch the spear fall to his chest and puncture his leather jacket...

"Ok?"

However, when Nick Fury closed his eyes resignedly to his fate, the expected pain did not come as expected, and instead, there was a burst of coolness from the chest pierced by the spear.

Immediately opening his eyes, Nick Frieden saw a figure appearing in front of him, and this person was Earls who confronted the angel just now.

I saw Earls standing straight in front of Nick Fury, with his right arm outstretched and tightly grasping the spear that Moros had just thrown.

The front end of the spear pierced Nick Fury's black leather jacket, and just stopped less than half a centimeter from his chest. The sharp front end of the spear was still trembling slightly, and the slight coolness Nick Fury felt just now was Hence come.

Looking at the tip of the spear resting on his chest, Nick Fury stiffened, and a few drops of cold sweat unconsciously flowed from his forehead.

Facing the feeling of death so close, and there is almost no room for resistance, this is something Nick Fury has never had in his life.

But when he took a deep breath and took a few steps back, and got out of this death-like feeling, Nick Fury involuntarily stared at Earls who was wearing a white robe in front of him. .

"Earls Field, Speaker of the Holy White Council? Why did he come to my rescue? And how can he hold this lightning-fast spear?"

Looking at Earls in front of him, Nick Fury thought of a lot for a while, and a lot of doubts arose in his heart for a while~www.NovelMTL.com~ But he was standing in front of him majestically, with one hand clenched Earls, who was holding the spear, didn't pay attention to the change of Nick Fury's expression. At this time, he was all focused on the angel Moros who was still suspended in midair.

Staring closely at Moros, Earls's expression was extremely solemn, as if his face was covered with a layer of frost.

Suddenly, Earls' right hand, which was holding the spear tightly, shook violently, and a surge of energy gushed out from his hand, instantly penetrating the entire spear.

"Boom~~~"

A crisp sound!

The spear formed by the condensed white light was like shattered glass, disintegrated in the blink of an eye, and shattered into dots of faint white light, which slowly dissipated into the air.

It was also at this time that the voice of Earls, who was still looking up at the angel in midair, sounded.

Earls frowned slightly, stared at Moros and said slowly: "Moros..."