Burkeso's feelings are covered with an impenetrable veil that can be felt and shown.
 But not from the heart.
 “Kanai has helped you, that’s good.”
 Worusk said with some choking.
 At this time, he had completely accepted the results of Kanai's sacrifice.
The body flashed with light, turning into the Immortal King suit that he left before Kanai's tomb.
"My glory is given to you. Whether you use it as a formal dress or as something else. You are now the immortal king."
Worusk disappeared in a hurry and returned to the Holy Mountain.
The crack that still exists is still shining with light, but nothing can be seen inside for the time being.
 “Hey, are you ready to kill that blabbering Israelite now?”
Jotun Kule shouted at the top of his lungs, and the magic power on his body was pulsating like a layer of flame.
"And one more thing."
Burkaiso raised his eyes and looked at the floating Jotun Kule, squinting his eyes.
 Then he suddenly jumped up and pulled out Kanai's Box from the heart of Zoldun Kule.
 “This thing cannot be left to you for safekeeping.”
 The cold tone was unquestionable.
Stop Bulkesso?
Jotun Kule didn’t have that idea yet, he was just more excited!
 A living person!
Rather than a guy with a human body and half a soul pretending to be human.
Even though Bulcaisel needs a final step to absorb all those memories, the past and completeness are now within sight!
Rorschach watched the actions of several people present without saying a word.
 He is feeling the power given to him by the Holy Mountain.
 “Is this what you’ve been feeling?”
Rorschach asked meaningfully.
 The anger in his body burned up little by little.
 Then it began to grow.
  What power can the barbarian's sacred mountain provide to the barbarian?
There is only one answer, and that is anger.
Rorschach was on the fast track to becoming stronger at this time.
 After a long time, Bulcasso said this.
 “Be careful, don’t be fooled.”
 This is a reminder.
If the original ancestor intended to do something, Rorschach is still not up to his standards.
 At least Rorschach who has not completely replaced the blood in his body will not be his resurrection target.
 And by the time Rorschach completes the blood replacement, Bulkesso will probably have fulfilled everyone's wish.
 …
“Colson, your stench cannot be hidden from my nose.”
Anderson followed behind Colson and spoke softly.
 The sound was not loud, but it was enough to make Coulson tremble.
　　Even though he is already the Lord of Heavenly Hammer, he still feels afraid when facing an angel.
Most of the people in this country have faith. Although Colson does not believe it, he still has awe.
“What’s wrong? As an agent, isn’t it normal to have blood on your hands and dust on your heart?”
 Colson said with a peaceful smile.
He still doesn’t know if Anderson has really seen through his background. Even if he failed to cover up the past, he has tried hard this time.
 “Agent, how sad.”
Anderson said this.
 As long as everything exists, there is a reason for its existence.
The same is true for the profession of agent.
 And this profession is nothing more than the product of people’s struggle with each other.
 As an angel, Anderson began to shift from a compassionate perspective.
 Fortunately, it hasn’t spawned any funny arrogance yet.
 “What is it like to be an angel?”
 Colson found a topic. Even if he used all his strength, it wouldn't take much time to get to Kingpin.
 But now is not the time to do that.
The hammer in Coulson's hand is called the Fallen Believer, so he is somewhat curious about the gods that exist in his faith.
 “An experience that seems to see the world clearly.”
 Anderson's voice is a bit too high-pitched.
 But this is his truth.
 When he was a priest, he could only place his faith on the existence of gods, but now he is the god who was once believed in.
 Changes in identity will also bring about changes in behavior.
 But a portal suddenly appeared in front of them, interrupting his intention to continue.
Looking at the portal, Anderson frowned. It was just that the expression hidden under the helmet would not be discovered.
 A guy who everyone who knew his name would hesitate after seeing him appeared in sight, and he also had a mature body.
“Hey, brother, I just said that the barbarian’s teleportation spell is really useful, at least it’s much better than flying by plane!”
Constantine patted John Wigger's shoulder vigorously and said with a smile.
 Then he saw Anderson.
 Four people then walked out of the portal one after another.
 Nick Fury, Duggan, Spider-Man and Rumlow.
　　　Nick Fury’s plane was scrapped, and they had nothing to do if they stayed on the Holy Mountain, so they left Hellboy and Liz behind and returned to New York with the help of Rumlow.
  As for Bucky, he and Steve had a lot to say.
 “Constantine, what’s the matter with you?”
The holy flame on Anderson's body exploded, and the surrounding temperature obviously increased a lot.
 As for Nick Fury, he was speechless at this time, and looked at Coulson in front of him with a not so pretty face.
 “I thought you were dead.”
Nick Fury said to Coulson.
 “I am dead, but I am alive again.”
 Colson said with his signature smile.
 Rumlow looked at Coulson, then frowned.
“I always feel like there’s something wrong with you? Isn’t it someone pretending to be?”
To be continued...