“Ahhhhhh~”
Nanase lay on the ground, wailing continuously.
 This performance has exceeded the imagination of everyone present.
Everyone present already understood how powerful King Shark was, but under Craig's seemingly random lightning punch, he was in pain like a child who fell to the ground.
 “Nanase, are you okay?”
Constantine walked to Nanase's side and gently stretched out his hand to touch the scarred skin of the Shark King.
Perhaps others still don’t know why Nanase launched a reckless attack on Craig, but Constantine undoubtedly knows it.
This man may not be the smartest, nor the most calculating.
 But for these mysterious aspects of knowledge, no one present would know more clearly than he did.
 “Nanase, it hurts.”
 For the first time, King Shark said that he was in pain.
 In the past, even if it was hurt, it would only grunt a few times.
“Okay, okay, I know Nanase is in pain.
 But how long will it take you to recover?”
Constantine's tone was still gentle, but there seemed to be something wrong with the expression on his face.
That face symbolizes danger, or that he has already made some plans, and he doesn't even care about his plans being discovered by others.
 Otherwise, the scheming Constantine would not show such expression on his expression.
 “A full meal~”
　　The answer given by Nanase left others at a loss as to what to say.
 A full meal?
 This is not an exact number.
Who knows how much a shark eats in one meal?
 And King Shark is not an ordinary shark. What if he needs more food and energy?
This operation in Dream Prison is not a very long-term combat mission. To put it bluntly, it is just a short-term raid.
As long as the few teams that went out relay the news, the large army will move in the direction of the hammer.
At this time, even if everyone’s dry food were collected, it probably wouldn’t be enough for Nanase to eat.
This guy can eat people directly.
“Well, let me think about it.
Perhaps you just need energy? Then Nanase, do you want to taste my blood?
　　When you were lying behind me, the moment when your sharp teeth gently bit my neck, I can never forget that kind of stimulation~"
Constantine obviously had bad intentions when he spoke, but it was hard to tell that he was just simply disgusted by what other people's plans were.
“Constantine, the blood of the nephalem is just a very mediocre tonic for demons.
 The demon cannot absorb the energy in the Nephalem's body, and this Shark King, even if he is the child of some strange god, will not change.
If you really want to make him recover, the easiest way is to borrow someone else's medicine bottle and try it."
Tony suspected that Constantine was planning to turn the shark into a Nephalem, so he could only share some of his research results to try to dispel the other person's ideas.
“Haha, Nanase will not become a Nephalem.
He is not in this category of human beings, although the gap between him and humans is not that big.
 At least at the soul level, Nanase should be classified as human."
Constantine was talking nonsense, but Craig, who had put away his fighting posture, didn't care at all.
 It was as if he was not the one who severely injured Nanase before.
 It’s not that Craig is trying to shirk this responsibility, it’s that he really hasn’t taken it to heart.
An immortal person actually doesn’t have too much reverence for life. What he cares about is never the death of others, but his own loss.
 Those who died were removed from Craig's life, and that was what Craig was really sad about.
“Okay, if everything goes well, a team will be back soon to deliver the news.
 Should we guess which side completed the task first?”
Natasha smiled sweetly to smooth things over. If you ignored the dragon soul on her hands, perhaps her charm would be more alluring.
With the Dragon Soul glove in hand, Natasha felt a little inviolable.
“Bloodsport is approaching, and there seems to be someone beside him, but he is not a member of the team.”
Tony said as he glanced at the monitor he brought.
 The monitor shows the general locations of each team, which Tony had prepared in advance.
Even the most privacy-conscious people didn’t say anything about this. They just put on gadgets like bracelets.
Anyway, they will be destroyed by each of them after the mission is over, and no one else has any ideas.
Although Wayne only took the bracelet away, he did not put it on his wrist.
 Wayne suspected that Tony had mastered nanotechnology and that wearing the bracelet would leave something behind in his body.
 “What about Wayne and Jason Todd? Don’t think they’ll be defeated by the demons on the road.
Although the exploring teams are not very powerful, they are not incapable of even leaving danger."
Hawkeye asked disdainfully.
 He has a strong sense of identity as a Nephalem.
Nephalem are not such a thing as nationality, the Nephalem are the Nephalem.
 Nothing else can interfere with this bloodline, and this bloodline gives Hawkeye the power he is respected by.
Especially respected by Nick Fury...
“Wayne and the others were retreating at high speed, and they obviously encountered someone who was invincible.
But the speed of bloody sports is a little faster, and their route of action should be the sewers here?"
Tony reached out and clicked on the monitor, and the flat map on it immediately became three-dimensional.
 After changing the perspective, the location of the exploration team became clearer.
“Honestly, if you knew it would take some time, you could just call me when you are about to set off.
 With this time, it would be more efficient for me to stay on the holy mountain and think or hone my body.”
 Craig said with a little dissatisfaction.
 It’s not that he became arrogant after becoming powerful.
 His strength is nothing to be arrogant about.
The barbarian ancestors he saw every day were stronger than him. Even after learning that he had recovered, Cassius, a master of boxing, came to him to relax.
Arrogant?
 Craig has never been arrogant, it’s just that he really hopes to seize every moment to make himself stronger.
“Craig, the enemy this time is the Hammer, we must be careful.”
Natasha took out a bottle of specialty vodka and handed it directly to Craig.
Monks can drink wine and eat meat...
 Except for some strange ascetics and cultists, most of the warriors in Sanctuary do not have any dietary disciplines.
 It’s already very difficult to eat a full meal... Still thinking about the precepts?
 You can’t fight the devil on an empty stomach, right?
“I don’t think that Hammer is a normal demon. If he was, then he should be in front of us soon.
To be continued...