Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Is there anything else you want besides the restoration of this arm?"

Auriel looked at Constantine with a formulaic smile on her face.

Auriel has some appreciation for Constantine, but she also has disgust.

Sacrificing someone who doesn't even mind yourself as a sacrifice is fearless courage, but it's also dangerous.

When Auriel faced Constantine, she was a little surprised.

Constantine is not a good person, he is like a scum, and he will not deny this.

But this does not prevent him from doing it for the sake of the world.

"I want to know your specific thoughts, just for the glory of heaven."

Constantine put away his smile, and put on a modest face as he spoke.

Now is the time for negotiations, so Constantine's tone is rare and formal.

A perfunctory compliment is not worth moving Auriel.

As a professional who has not yet obtained a position in S.H.I.E.L.D., Constantine, it is not too much to think about problems from a human point of view.

This sentence is a threat.

Constantine understood what the angels wanted.

In fact, there is not much difference between them and demons.

It is nothing more than two things, soul and faith, and only these things can impress human beings.

land? A mere earth is just a planet.

How big can the ground be here? It is impossible to fight those top masters no matter how much.

After all, there is something outrageous everywhere.

"You still have my favor, are you going to start negotiating now?"

Auriel smiled.

The eyes looking at Constantine softened a lot.

But the movements of the hands are different from the expressions.

The ribbon directly wrapped around Constantine's body, and incidentally sealed his mouth.

After all, what comes out of this guy's mouth has always been a question.

What's more terrible is that Constantine's cultural level is not low at all, which is a common advantage of mages.

"Now, S.H.I.E.L.D., are you interested in someone else to talk to me?"

Auriel said this, but her eyes had locked on Agent Hill standing there.

Asking knowingly is sometimes a bit of decency among humans, and at least it gets a conversation started.

Agent Hill stood up straight and made an invitation gesture to Auriel.

I also made an apology gesture to Imprius who got into embarrassment.

"The director just left, but if you want to contact him, you only need to go to that Harrogas."

Hill said so.

This counts as nonsense.

Agent Hill wouldn't believe that these two guys just appeared in S.H.I.E.L.D.

What happened before must have fallen into their eyes, but she still gave the answer as if she was dealing with an errand.

It's just that this answer made the two original archangels a little embarrassed.

None of them looked like they were going to Harrogath now, where the barbarians didn't welcome them very much.

It's just that this question has been raised directly, so it cannot be avoided any longer.

"What are you doing?"

Imprius sent such a message to Auriel.

"Waiting for an opportunity, the easiest way to be hopeful is to be the last line of defense. That will help me achieve my goal."

Auriel explained her approach to Imprius in the same way, but this approach was a bit ugly.

The last line of defense will slowly be ignored intentionally or unintentionally, unless it is a person who has no desire to care about it.

"Now, I want to represent more cooperation between myself and S.H.I.E.L.D. The most important thing is that we don't need churches and the like, so we don't spend much money."

Auriel's voice only fell on Agent Hill's ears, and the conspiracy was likely to arouse suspicion.

Hill nodded incredulously.

If it is possible to bypass Nick Fury and establish some personal connections with Auriel, this is what Hill wants.

Nick Fury is too dangerous.

When he was suspicious of all the agents, the agents were equally wary of him.

This is the norm for S.H.I.E.L.D.

...

"Sonya!"

Mr. Immortal Craig is finally on his feet!

Kharazim's voice came out of his mouth, and the power and authority of "life" in this body were also preliminarily grasped.

Although Craig's mind is still very confused now, the existence who has mastered this body now is Karasim, a strong monk who has walked out of his own way from the reincarnation of Vandaloni.

Karasim didn't believe that a firm will could penetrate a stubborn stone, but his fists and feet could easily do it.

So he fought his way through the ancestors and stood in front of Sonya.

Bulkelso looked up at Craig, keenly aware of Kharazim's aura.

But now is not a good time to reminisce about the old days, so Bulkelso's attention is still on Sonya.

There won't be much danger, it just depends on what benefits Sonya can get from this rescue.

"There is life force in this body, don't say you didn't see it! Bulkelso!"

Kharazim's voice lacked some of the usual calmness, but seemed a little irritable.

Although Karasim has a bold temperament, he usually recites mantras to maintain his mentality.

Even if it can't be described by words such as being indifferent to the world, it's okay to use a single-mindedness.

But this time, he was impatient!

When facing Masail before, the monk noticed the gap in strength.

Vandaloni's Seven-phase Fist and Explosive Palm combined with Karasim's Illusion Art to release, even if this set of moves falls on Diablo, it will not appear so weak.

Malthael was already stronger than he could comprehend.

"So? Because he has life in him, am I going to get it? Not all the things under my nose are mine! Karasim, is your mantra falling on the dog at this time!?"

Bulkeso questioned.

No one in the nephalem is purely good, a sage.

Each problem is actually quite big.

Bulkelso's mood is a bit deviated due to the problem of the soul, so he is not very gregarious.

Although Karasim was more stable and kind, the arrogance brought about by reincarnation only existed in him.

Vera is full of hatred and abides by the precepts. This kind of life makes her a little awkward. Not very candid, even gloomy.

Nazeebo was even more obsessive and didn't care about external things.

Johanna is hearty and determined, but after all, she is too much influenced by Akarat's set. Her favor with the high-level heaven made her unable to stand firm.

As for Li Min and Sonia, one is proud of being a genius, and the other is proud of being a fighter.

Greed for power is their common problem.

But none of them are evil.

Kindness and justice belonging to human beings are the bottom line.

And it is neither right nor decent to rob someone who has done nothing wrong.

"You don't know how powerful Malsail is now, and he will only be even stronger the next time you see him!"

Kharazim was still choking.

It's just that the fact that he escaped death by reincarnation was a bit of a blow to him.

Moreover, his soul could feel the pain his body was facing at the end, and more importantly, Karasim himself recited the spell to awaken Lilith!

This brings with it a strong sense of guilt.

"Strong!? That's not what you said when the demon was strong!"

Bulkeso stared at the guy in front of him.

Karasim was a little frightened.

The only good thing is that the guy he fears is not Diablo.

If Diablo got this share of fear, there would be some trouble.

The chance of Kharazim being corrupted is very small, but once the worst happens, this monk is more dangerous than that big rat in Hamelin.

"Masail is wisdom!"

When Karasim roared like this, the faces of the surrounding ancestors froze for a moment.

Everyone knew that Malthael was the Archangel of Wisdom, and none of the ancestors called Malthael the "Archangel of Death".

After all, as an archangel, that guy is wisdom. If death is used to describe it, it can only be an "angel of death".

The "big" of archangels does not mean that they are more powerful than ordinary angels.

It's that their nature should be bigger!

The reason why Malsail is difficult to deal with is because some thinking that can be classified as wisdom can be known by him.

It's like all fearful thoughts can't avoid Diablo.

"Can Wisdom make his little arms twist around my thighs? Shut up now!"

The anger on Bulkasso was gone in a flash.

Just a momentary display made Karasim calm down a little.

Lai Ko stood a little further away, looking at Karasim's body.

The consciousness of Mr. Immortal Craig has begun to wake up.

The three-in-one soul is somewhat novel.

Such multiple reincarnations are rare for monks.

They would not make such a decision unless they still had a wish to fulfill when they felt they must die.

Every time you reincarnate, you will forget part of your own memory, and this kind of experience is enough once.

Bulkelso's disdain is justified.

Malthael got stronger, and he got stronger during this time.

Fighting is not just about who is stronger on paper.

"Ahem!"

Sonya coughed.

But it was quickly replaced by the sound of heavy breathing.

The physical injury has recovered, and it is even a blessing in disguise.

After all, something brought about by the blood of the first ancestors has not left her mind.

Blood will be shed, but knowledge will not disappear.

"Now, congratulate me, Sonya."

Bulkeso was talking to Sonya.

At this time, he also stood up, and the two long knives on his body were still shining.

"How much have you become weaker?"

Sonya finally straightened out her breath, felt the strength in her body, and looked at Bulkelso as she spoke.

She couldn't help but not care about it.

"I'm the same as before."

Bulkeso said so, his eyes flashed.

Sonya remained silent, her body was already a little bloody.

At least Sonya doesn't look like a mummy now.

There's some cloudy conversation between the two that might seem outrageous, but there's really nothing serious about it.

"He is the Immortal King, Sonya."

Lai Ko said with a smile in her voice.

"Congratulations, but what you did was wrong."

Sunya looked into Bulkasso's eyes and said so.

"I told you, I didn't get weaker, but got stronger."

Bulkelso replied seriously.

In order to prove his point, his body released most of the anger, which made Sonya a little bit overwhelmed.

Sonya let out a snort, with anger in her eyes.

It’s just that what words should the saved person tell the rescuer not to save him?

So Sonya had nothing to say.

"Karasim, you should go to sleep now! This kid will become a monk! Isn't it just a balanced bloodline?"

Burkasso glanced at Kharazim, and became more and more irritable.

Now he didn't want to discuss some nonsense with Kharazim.

After all, today is a day worth celebrating, not a day of mess and quarrels everywhere.

"You'd better be ready, Bulkelso."

Kharazim used Craig's body to finish his last sentence, which was not very polite, with some insider condescension.

But in the end it was a good intention.

Sonya's injury can be regarded as a complete recovery.

It's just that it's still impossible to directly join the high-intensity battle in a short period of time.

But just verbal pointers are enough.

Qual-Kek's Mountainsplitter has become legendary in Sonya's hands, and she should be expected to shoulder some responsibility.

Sonya is also a restless person, she will complete this great cause very well.

...

In the burning hell.

Baal sat on his throne, grinning what seemed to be a smirk.

There was finally some movement in the Burning Hell, and demons began to be born little by little.

It's just that he now needs someone who can represent the existence of his Destroyer Demon God as his direct subordinate.

Doing everything by yourself is the consistent style of the devil kings of hell, but it is not suitable for a bare-handed commander after all.

"Hammerlin?"

Barr muttered quietly.

Seeing the souls falling in like dumplings from the sky, he frowned.

He doesn't care about the question of whether there are more villains or good people in the world.

It's just that the strength of these souls is a little too bad.

The matter of quantity making up for quality can only work when the gap in quality cannot be too outrageous.

Steamed buns are not indestructible, as long as the test is dry enough, it is possible.

It's just that Barr has no idea how many ants can kill Diablo.

After being warned by a barbarian at the door once, a well-behaved Destruction Demon God even became confused in his mind.

Barr shook his head severely, and then turned his attention to others.

After all, what Barr experienced in the Burning Hell was similar to isolation, and there were not many things to do every day, and he had long lost the so-called enrichment and harvest.

But in order to survive, Barr was quite brave.

I still haven't been able to code 5,000 characters, but I really can't hold on...

Sorry, go to bed first...