The Crusader's shield is large enough, and the area to resist attacks must be larger.
It just seems a little cumbersome when moving.
"Why would a guy like you come to SHIELD to fight? What's the purpose?"
Hill collapsed on the ground and asked feebly.
The intensity of the battle was too high, and her purity was too low.
All I can do at this time is quietly explore the news so that I can think about the next thing.
No matter how you look at it, Kingpin, a gang leader, should not attack S.H.I.E.L.D.
Even if he was being hunted by an angel, he had no reason to seek help from SHIELD.
So Hill's head was almost mixed with flour and water.
"You know nothing!"
Kingpin roared, and you could see the bulging blood vessels on his head.
His strong arms were still burned by the holy flames, and he threw them out behind him.
The moment it hit Steve's shield, there was a breaking sound.
Steve was pushed back for a long distance by Kingpin's powerful force, but his retreat also showed that Kingpin's calf suffered greater damage!
Taking advantage of the reaction force of this blow, Kingpin moved a little ahead, and then Rumlow's hammer landed on Kingpin's back, making a muffled sound.
No one present could figure out what stimulated Kingpin. But his state had changed somewhat.
"I have my life, but I have never been treated favorably by you in my life!"
Kingpin roared angrily, raised his hammer, and pressed the hammer head against Anderson's throat in an ugly posture.
It's just that the blunt choke had little effect on Anderson, so the spear in Anderson's hand passed through Kingpin's shoulder!
Courage has no mercy for fear, and the reverse is also true.
So Kingpin also drove his spear through Anderson's side.
"Angels are nothing, they just protect ourselves."
Anderson's voice came out from under the helmet burning with holy flames, and it was a little cold.
He stood up straight and kicked Jin Bin in the lower abdomen, but there was nothing gained except a burning footprint.
Angels for humans?
This is not very realistic.
After all, archangels have their own purposes, and they are not as noble as people think.
Anderson is just looking for peace of mind, especially when he has become the original spiritual sustenance.
Find something to do to stop your thoughts.
The normal personnel of SHIELD were already being evacuated, and the building seemed a little too quiet.
In the lounge on this floor, Auriel and Imprius were holding a cup of coffee and drinking.
"A madman?"
Inprius asked as he looked at Kingpin's attack as if he had lost his mind.
With a smile on his face.
He was quite satisfied with Anderson's performance.
After all, there are not many people who are full of courage all the time.
Especially since Anderson has no responsibility.
"A smart man's humble way of survival, I said Anderson will not win."
Auriel took a deep sip from the straw and was burned.
It's never a good idea to sip hot drinks through a straw.
"The survival of a humble person. It's a pity that his courage has long been worn away by his evil deeds. Otherwise, he would still be a good candidate."
In Prius looked at Kingpin's struggle with some praise.
Facing the siege of Anderson, Rumlow and Steve, Kingpin behaved like a warrior.
It's just that this guy doesn't meet the premise of "noble".
Otherwise, Prius would not mind sending this soul to heaven as an exception.
The Burning Hell will not be silent willingly, this is normal.
"He is not. The two of us are no longer archangels. Guess who is sitting at the round table of the Parliament now?"
Auriel turned her wrist and looked at the time.
When women wear watches, some women like to place the dial on the inside of their wrist.
This is something Auriel learned on the street, saying that it can create a unique sense of mystery.
Human beings like to pursue novelty, and Auriel is trying these methods.
After all, she had been with Impris for too long, so long that she had lost all fresh experiences.
Auriel rejected the idea that Kingpin would become an angel, but became somewhat interested in the current situation of high heaven.
It's just a matter of choosing one of the two.
Tyrael or Itrael.
Auriel thought Tyrell had a better chance of staying there.
After all, Zhengyi is a very responsible guy.
"I think it's Israel. He has probably achieved his goal."
Because Prius picked up a sausage and ate it, his speech was a little slurred.
"That blue guy, I don't think he can outplay Israel. Reorganization and creation are not the same thing."
Impris said while chewing something in his mouth.
What she got in return was a blank look from Auriel.
Dr. Manhattan is not omnipotent.
The things he makes are never unknown.
That's composition and shaping, but it's not up to the level of creation.
Even if he has a higher level of nature.
But Israel is very good at persuading others. He has extremely strong affinity and the ability to tell lies.
The world's understanding of archangels is not very clear.
That's why they will be used forever.
Even if the true colors of the archangels are known, it will only happen after a long time.
"Are you going to go back up there yourself or send one of your representatives up there?"
Imprius glanced at the messy battle not far away and curled his lips.
Anderson's technique of using the spear was still a bit rough, and he frowned as he looked at it.
But there is no better pastime now, and there is no need for him to appear as a savior or something like that.
When Yizuer appeared, he had already harvested an excessive amount of faith. If he did it again at this time, it would be a bit deliberate.
No god will fulfill all the wishes of believers.
Not even parents can do this kind of thing.
They are not wish-making machines and will not respond to requests.
"That child can't go to the higher heaven yet. Isn't that why you stayed here with Anderson?"
Auriel smiled.
To be continued...