"Wake up from the dim world, I hope this world is still worthy of your trust!"
Burkatho stood in front of the Nephalem Stone and chanted softly.
This is not a spell, just a greeting sound when awakening an ancient Nephalem ghost.
How do you greet an ancient Nephalem ghost?
Even if it is replaced by "Have you eaten?" it will have the same effect, but it will look less solemn.
Just saying hello, but this place needs to be a little more serious.
As Bulcaisuo’s words fell, a lonely, distinctive stone pillar gently emitted light.
Then a dancing soul appeared little by little.
“Man, it seems like I haven’t seen you for a while.”
Orek, the name of the Nephalem ghost.
No one knows what occupation this Nephalem ghost has or where he was born.
Olek said this when he woke up for the first time:
“Only the most powerful Nephalem can enter these secret realms, and only they can wake me from my slumber.”
“I was silent in the darkness for many years until you came. But you are different from your ancestors, right?”
Who was the first person to awaken the soul of Orek?
Anyway, Bulcaisuo knew that at that time, he was far from being called the "most powerful".
Even though he was already strong enough at that time.
Oleke’s words seemed quite close, but the cold tone in his voice did not mean any closeness at all.
“Orek, are you still unwilling to tell me who woke you up?”
Burkeso said, and quietly looked at Orek in front of him.
The illusory soul did not change at all under the power of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
Orek is not a barbarian, but he may be more ancient.
Burkeso's awakening of Orek's soul was certainly not out of boredom. He needed the help of a soul, and Orek was the channel that could contact that guy.
“Bulkesser, why are you always curious about this question? Couldn’t the secret realm of honing your skills make you give up that idea?”
The secret realm controlled by Orec is no longer the only option in the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
But it is somewhat different after all.
The secret realm he masters represents more sophisticated combat techniques and more powerful enemies.
But for Bulkesso’s question, Oleike obviously did not intend to give more answers.
But Bulcaisel will know the answer to this question.
ˆEven if you use some barbarian methods!
"Orek, we can also open the secret realm. Now I have the qualifications to know all that. Moreover, we have never been as stingy as you. You have always only shown the secret realm to those Nephalem who are powerful enough.
"
Burkeso's tone was filled with dissatisfaction, and his eyes were fixed on Orek.
With his body tense, he seemed to be waving the weapon in his hand and smashing Orek's head hard in the next moment.
That’s enough of gossiping!
"I know, I saw you sending those weak little guys who are not even ants into the secret realm, watching them overcome their shortcomings, and then walk out of here with joy."
Orek looked directly into Bulcaisel's eyes, and the next moment, strong emotions flashed in his eyes.
The secret realm mastered by the barbarians on the sacred mountain of Harrogath has not escaped Orec's perception.
"But, what you are doing is wrong! Compared with everything in the secret realm and the real big devil, do you think it is inferior? Of course not, the shadows of those demons are even stronger than the actual bodies of those demons.
It’s just that the secret realm is a place for training after all.”
Orek is still thinking about it, trying to get over the previous problem.
“Jordon Kule?”
Burkeso said the name directly.
Who the person who awakened Orek was, Bulcaisel had already guessed.
Only Zoltun Kule could be called the most powerful Nephalem at that time.
Zoltun Kule is a very wise Nephalem, a mage, and a unique being who combines blood and knowledge.
Jotun Kule is definitely not a bad person, he just wants to awaken mankind by any means necessary and make the Nephalem a god above angels and demons.
For this reason, the Horadrim racked their brains and tried their best to cut him into pieces, seal him, and hide him in various secret places.
Why did the Horadrim go to such lengths to take down a powerful Nephalem?
After summoning Zoltun Kule, he will tell the nephalem the truth about many things.
While wandering around the shelter, many people would tell Bulcaisel what to do.
Whether it’s killing demons or going somewhere to save some people.
But it was only Zoldunkull who kept giving his advice, but he always behaved harshly and harshly.
Just as Jotun Kule told Bul-Katho, the Nephalem are just being used by them, and each of them has their own purpose.
“You can keep guessing and keep searching. But you won’t get the answer from me.”
Burkeso looked at Orek in front of him, his body was trembling continuously.
He felt that he was close to the truth!
Zortun Kule is a super Nephalem with endless wisdom and powerful magic!
But when he was dealt with, he was very fragile.
Not to mention that Bulcaisel did not use all his strength at that time, even Cormac was wondering, how could an existence that was exaggerated to be comparable to the Seven Demon Kings so vulnerable?
Is this just because he has just been resurrected?
There is indeed a connection between Jotun Kule and Orek! This is the most important thing!
“What is Jotun Kule’s purpose? What is the connection between him and Rasma?”
Burkeso asked.
This is not an issue that Orek never mentions, and Orek is probably the most aware of their existence.
At least Warusk and Reiko had no way to answer this question.
Jotun Kule existed even before Kanai!
Even now, no one would think that Jotun Kule has disappeared!
“Don’t you already know his purpose? Let the Nephalem become a god, superior to angels and demons.”
Oleke spoke calmly, as if telling a story.
“That’s all?”
Burkeso was a little skeptical.
This is less like a conspiracy and more like a grand wish.
But just for this reason, Jotun Kule would not have been dismembered and sealed!
“That’s it? How do you describe this matter this time? It was against the will of the higher heaven and the source of the evil intention of the Demon King of Hell.”
Orek looked at Bulcasso with some dissatisfaction in his eyes.
It seems that in his eyes, Bulcaisel is still an immature young man who does not look at those things with an "adult" perspective at all.
“I am the winner and their leader. Now I have such strength!”
Burkeso limits his power to a narrow enough range and displays it without reservation.
He is showing his current power to this ancient Nephalem ghost who has been sleeping for a long time.
Destroyed the souls of Azmodan and Duriel! Absorbed the person of the Archangel of Courage!
I got this trophy from the battle and got the gift of time!
Burkeso is already the strongest, now is the time for Orek, the real old guy, to understand this!
“Now, am I qualified?”
Burkeso used his own vigor to wash away the illusory soul in front of him, and spoke word by word!
Burkeso needs more truth, and hopes that Jotun Kule’s soul hidden in an unknown corner will appear and bring more news.
“Perhaps, you are already the most powerful, but are you still the Nephalem? Bul-Katho?”
Oleke's voice was filled with sarcasm.
A being with a body that is a mixture of various powers, is it still a Nephalem?
This kind of problem is not something Bulcaisel would consider.
What he is and what he is not are all determined by his will!
“You call me Bulkesso and you shouldn’t ask such a question. Now, let me ask you one last question, where is Jotun Kule!?”
Burkeso's hand was already on the weapon at his waist.
A soul can be killed.
And that moment represents the freedom of the soul!
Whether it is righteous or evil!
Just like the sun will fall on people regardless of justice or evil!
“I once said that given time you will eventually understand! Now, do you understand? Bulcaisel?”
Behind Orek, the upright Nephalem stone tablet exuded a gentle glow.
A golden portal slowly rotated from several golden photoelectrics and appeared in front of Bulcaisuo.
The soul of a tall mage passed through the portal little by little, and bursts of indescribable aura were filling the entire Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
That mage came here with a strong magic power that could wash away everything, and with the power brought by profound knowledge!
Only when he hits you hard with his staff can you truly feel the weight of knowledge!
“Zoldun Kule! How long are you going to hide it from me? Is it until the day when I turn into a soul and reside on the holy mountain of Harrogas?”
Burkeso drew out the weapon from his waist and pointed the blade directly at Jotun Kule's eyes.
But Jordan Kule still said in that frivolous and annoying tone:
“No, no, no! Bulcaisso. You have to know that it is impossible for a soul like yours, which is almost split in two, to appear on the holy mountain of Harrogath.”
Zoltun Kule shook and closed the portal on the Nephalem Stone.
He walked towards Bulcasso ahead without stopping, even though the sharp tip of the knife was right in front of him!
As Jotun Kule advanced, the weapons stained with unknown amounts of demon blood gradually turned into gravel and dissipated in front of Jotun Kule.
By the time Jotun Kule stood in front of Bulcaisu, the weapon had completely dissipated.
“An interesting trick, you seem to already know I will choose to show up? Bulkeso?”
Jordon Kule looked at Bulkesso and said with a smile.
That weapon is not a legend, it is just a long sword that can be seen everywhere.
If it were something precious, even Zoldun Kule would not easily turn the weapon into a handful of gravel.
Although there was a hint of doubt in his tone, both Bulcasso and he knew that this was it.
“So, the Nephalem, who knows a lot but only speaks vaguely, can be called the great Jotun Kule, do you plan to give me any new advice now?”
Burkeso said with a sarcastic tone to Jotun Kule in front of him.
Zortun Kule has reminded Bul-Katho countless times, or in other words, he has reminded all the Nephalem countless times!
“Beware of the witch and the archangel.
You have no idea who the girl next to you is.
I have had many titles, but I have never been a liar."
Zordon Kule told Bulkesso very early about Adelia's danger and reminded her of Leah's identity!
Even said that he has never been called a liar as a warning!
As for being careful about archangels, Bulcaisel has not experienced anything related yet.
If anything, it was probably the moment Tyrael detonated the Worldstone!
“Hmm? Let me think about it.”
Zordon Kule raised his hand to hold his chin and spoke slowly, as if he was deep in thought.
“Join me, and together we can rule all mankind? How about this one?”
Jotun Kule said with a somewhat meaningful smile on his face.
"You still haven't given up your ambition? Now you can't even be resurrected. Your body and your blood have long followed us into this world and said goodbye to you forever."
Burkeso frowned, took out a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.
Rule the world?
No Nephalem hero has ever thought this way.
That is arrogant and arrogant.
Bulkessor knew that Jotun Kule had other things to say.
“So, how about making this world the home of the Nephalem? Or are you going to listen to some of the new words I’ve come up with over time to mock people like you?”
Jotun Kule said casually.
Then with a wave of his hand, Orec's soul was stuffed into the Nephalem pillar.
“Jordon Kule, let’s get down to business! I want to open a secret realm that is vast enough to allow both high-level heaven and burning hell to enter! Then take a more crucial step!
Now I need your and Orek's help! Of course, regardless of whether you will help me or not, I will do it!"
Burkeso looked at Jotun Kule in front of him and finally became serious.
The power in his body was like a tide rushing over Jotun Kule in front of him.
“Sure, why not? That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
Jordon Kule's words made the blood vessels on Bulkesso's forehead bulge.
To him, this sentence was comparable to what the businessman in Calada who used blood rock fragments to buy a lucky bag said, "This is a good thing, can I get it back?".
This is a mockery to every Nephalem who has ever fought in the secret realm!
“You have several days to think and understand the world. The next time I ask you, I hope you can give me the answer I want.”
Burkaiso gave Jotun Kule one last deep look, and then threw a stone in his hand to Jotun Kule.
There is the foundation of this secret realm, which contains the carrier of part of Tyrael's will.
“That’s really interesting. Give me time to learn about the world? You want me to make a plan for the world, right?”
Jordon Kule silently put away the stone, and the corners of his mouth finally dropped with a sarcastic expression.
Jotun Kule is, after all, just a loser on the road to becoming stronger.
No matter how much knowledge and infinite magic power he had, he still failed.
After there is no chance of resurrection, how can he still have the qualifications to let Bulkeso join his plan?
A ghost, wandering alone in this world.
Only Bul-Katho, a kin who seems to be beyond the scope of Nephalem, has enough power to help him, as for Johanna.
Jotun Kule twitched the corner of his mouth and did not intend to continue to comment.
A Crusader that has pinned all its strength and spirit on a set of legends, even if it takes a powerful step by following Bulcaisel's footsteps, it still cannot escape the innate prison.
…
At the foot of the Holy Mountain, Leah's figure was walking step by step.
She did not carry the Heavenly Hammer with her, so every step she took was a bit difficult.
The power of original sin was given by Diavolo himself, and Leah was unable to resist her other father.
Even if the soul is noble, what can it do?
Without power, all loftiness can only be remembered by people.
Lea, whose will is shrouded in Diavolo, is manipulated like a puppet on strings.
She has been on a set path since she was born.
Never freed.
Leah's throat made a sound similar to that of an old-fashioned blower with a crack.
She has not spoken for too long.
Wanting to talk has also become a strange experience for her.
“Hi, girl. What’s wrong with you?”
A gypsy woman driving a car stopped next to Leah with her three or four-year-old child.
With some vigilance, but the cautious concern can still be heard in the voice.
The woman's name is Nadya, and her child's name is Danny.
There is no other name for it.
This woman encountered an accident a few days ago.
My son developed an abnormally high fever.
Then he fell into a coma.
What can a poor gypsy woman do?
After a series of not-so-fair ways, she got a lot of money, but she still couldn't revive her son.
This car was obtained through dishonorable means on the road, and they had to rely on this means of transportation to get to their next destination.
Leah was her target, and she pretended to be kind.
The purpose is just to get some belongings from Leah to survive this difficult journey.
“He~I~I need some help.”
Lea's body was controlled by Diavolo and she struggled to say a word.
Then he looked at Nadya and her son with his dark eyes.
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These two people were not ordinary people. Diavolo felt a familiar smell on the sleeping child.
That comes from his brother Mephisto!
Although it is just a trace of smell, there is no consciousness at all.
But Diablo was still interested.
Of course he knew that his brother had been transformed into pure origin and power in the hands of another brother and became someone else's property.
But curiosity has nothing to do with this.
“Well, we can take you to the nearest city, but...”
When Nadya looked at Leah, she instinctively felt danger.
But there are many dangerous things, and everything she did in her past life was dancing on the edge of danger.
Nadya is used to this feeling.
Especially Leah, who doesn’t look powerful at all in appearance.
Nadya could only regard the uneasiness in her heart as her own illusion.
People like her have done countless bad things. Although there are no serious evil deeds, they have nothing to do with kindness.
“Then, thank you, I will pay you.”
Leah said stumblingly.
This is also in line with Nadya’s wishes.
As for where to go after getting in the car?
That is not the case for an ordinary person like Nadya.
Lea gently opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.
Then he frowned.
Soul Eater Johnny Blaze is coming in this direction, which makes Leah a little unhappy.
Even though Johnny has lost that part of Zathanos' power, he still has an obsession with Mephisto, who gave him the power of Ghost Rider.
There is a strong connection between the woman named Nadya and the child named Danny, and Mephisto, the king of hell.
Danny is the child of the devil, and Nadya used her body to exchange life from the devil.
However, the hell monarch was sent to Constantine's body by the demon who occupied hell a few days ago.
At this time, Danny was fighting with the broken demon's soul in his own consciousness.
This was an unequal battle. If the situation at that time had not left the demon's soul with only a few fragments left, it would have been impossible for a child to persist in the hands of the demon for such a long time.
Johnny is coming now.
And Leia, as the Original Sin, will not let a mere Soul Eater disturb her plan!
A burst of dark power spread out as soon as she got into the car, turning the car into a cage of fear.
After blocking all this, Leah looked at Nadya with her dark eyes.
“Go towards that mountain!”
Leah has adapted to the feeling of speaking, and these words cannot be refused.
Nadya already knew that she was in trouble. She was good at sizing up the situation and drove the vehicle according to Lia's instructions without saying a word.
Leah is going to Harrogath!
Diablo wanted to see if Bulcaisel could still make that choice when faced with Leah's soul.
While beheading Leah's body, Bulcaisel's regretful moans still lingered in his mind.
This time, can Bulcaisel still wield the weapon unswervingly?
This is Leah's last chance for redemption. If her soul is shattered, everything will be a foregone conclusion!
In the direction from which this car came, Johnny the Soul Eater lost the trace of Danny!
A skull head kept spinning in all directions, trying to find some clues.
But this is impossible!
The power of Original Sin is not on the same level as the power of Soul Eater!
But he found something even more interesting!
That direction is New York!
Where S.H.I.E.L.D. is located!
…
“Ms. Lizzie Salman, are you satisfied now?”
Nick Fury looked at Li Zi in front of him with a dark face. Next to him was Hellboy who had just been pushed out of the laboratory.
“wave y!”
Lizzy did not respond to Nick Fury, and even ignored Dugan who was smoking a cigar, and fell directly into Hellboy's arms!
“Ahem! Lizzy, what’s wrong with me?”
Hellboy was awakened by this attack.
Even if an ordinary person undergoes surgery, it is impossible for him to wake up within a short period of time.
But the half-demon blood gave Hellboy a stronger physical quality, and he woke up.
That painful memory in my mind is being restored little by little!
“Damn it! Ghost Rider!”
The two horns on Hellboy's head returned to their original appearance in an instant, and a ball of hell's flames was burning!
The hell monarchs who have gained authority in hell have become Baal's nourishment at this time, and those insignificant fragments of authority are meaningless to the pure Baal.
So the ownerless fragments all gathered towards the Hellboy who inherited the bloodline of the Hell Lord!
“Ghost Rider? You mean Johnny Blaze?”
Nick Fury asked directly, completely ignoring the rising temperature on Hellboy's body.
His voice seems to have a calming power.
Hellboy's eyes flashed golden for a while before he regained consciousness.
That’s King Arthur’s bloodline helping him.
Half demon and half human, human blood comes from a legendary king.
At this time, he began to slowly adapt to his suddenly stronger strength.
"That guy was hit by a hammer, and the next moment he started massacring us! Not with the damn eye of judgment, but with bursts of ominous black flames that destroyed everyone he could see.
Burned to ashes!"
Hellboy said with deep hatred.
The power in his body unconsciously spread to the surroundings, and everyone at this time thought of the person they hated the most.
That is the authority of hell taking effect!
“Anu!”
Nick Fury called out Hellboy's name, forcing the big guy to calm down.
At this time, in a secret place unknown to anyone, Nick Fury's forehead was already sweating.
Nick Fury is a warrior who has experienced many battles, and his will is strong enough!
“I have received a gift from hell? This is not a gift, but a relic?”
Hellboy finally noticed the changes in his body and shouted in a horrified tone!
Hell has been drained of all its nutrients by the burning hell!
The hell of this world has died!
Only the lifeless wreckage remains in place, setting off the evil of the burning hell!
"What did you say?"
Nick Fury is a little unbelievable.
He finally believed in the existence of hell and heaven. At this time, a man actually said that hell left relics?
“Death will happen in hell?”
Dugan said slowly with an attitude that it had nothing to do with him.
The existence or absence of hell is meaningless to him.
Veterans don’t care where they end up after death. That’s not what we should be thinking about now.
“I think we might need some professional help.”
Nick Fury muttered to himself.
Then I felt a headache.
Where can he find a guy who can go to hell to find out the truth?
So he shifted his attention to Hellboy who was hugging Lizzy in front of him.
“Boy, don’t think about that. What we should do is revenge!”
Lizzy grabbed Hellboy's burning horns, ignored the high temperature, pulled his head over, and looked at her.
Emotional excitement caused bursts of flames to burn in Lizzy's body.
Fortunately, she was still trying her best to control her emotions and did not let the flames completely destroy SHIELD.
“The power of Ghost Rider is daunting, Lizzy. Can you understand how I feel? My body is shaking and I am scared!”
Hellboy said with some disbelief.
Even though he felt that his power was greater than that of Ghost Rider, he still couldn't contain the fear that filled his body!
"You will not be afraid. No matter what terrible enemies you faced back then, you were never afraid!"
Lizzy put her nose on the bridge of Hellboy's nose.
There is no obstacle between the eyes except eyelashes.
The high temperature on Hellboy’s body began to subside little by little!
He is the hell of this world at this time!
He is already qualified to control all the power in his body!
At least there is no problem in transforming into a normal human appearance.
The powers of Satanis, Nightmare, Prince Lucifer and other hell monarchs have all become part of the authority and integrated into the body of Hellboy.
At this time, he was no longer the insignificant baron.
He is the seed itself that reappears in hell!
Even though he is still more comfortable with the title Hellboy.
This is at least better than Hellseed.
“It’s such an honor, Lizzy, you’ve never said anything positive about me.”
The red skin on Hellboy's body faded little by little, and his huge body shrank little by little.
Even the indestructible giant stone hand has become the size of a normal human.
The horns on the head are close to the scalp and then extend towards the back of the head.
The hair that grew out hid the horns. At this time, Hellboy still maintained a face that was roughly 70% similar to his original appearance.
But from the appearance, he is already a human being.
Just put on a pair of leather gloves to hide the stone hand.
“Pain, as long as it doesn’t make you crazy, will lead to growth.”
Dugan took off the cigar from his mouth and spoke slowly.
“Now, let’s find some helpers, we need more power.”
A sly glint flashed in Hellboy's eyes.
After inheriting the fragments of those hell monarchs, he grew not only in strength!
“So, who are you going to ask for help?”
Nick Fury looked at Hellboy in front of him and spoke with a somewhat hopeful tone.
“Captain America and the barbarians who fought together in London at that time. They are strong enough and worthy of being relied on!”
Hellboy said without hesitation, and hugged Li Zi tightly in his arms.
If a human being cannot accept a half-demon alien as a partner, it is not because one of them is a monster.
It’s because we can’t walk down the street together, hold hands through jewelry stores, or enjoy the sweetness of shopping in clothing stores.
Even two monsters cannot enjoy lunch or dinner in any restaurant.
Now, the couple can appear anywhere.
Now Hellboy can deal with Lizzy’s power that goes out of control with her emotions!
There is no other obstacle between the lovers, only a common enemy standing in front!
“Are you coming to our wedding? The director of SHIELD and the leader of the Howling Commandos?”
Helloboy spoke to Nick Fury and Dugan with grace.
“We have already lost my father’s participation in our wedding, but I don’t want to have even a single guest at our wedding.”
Hellboy put Lizzy's head in his arms and spoke softly.
BPRD is the only one left with him and Lizzy.
Two lonely monsters cannot stay alone forever.
“I will make time to go, SHIELD’s plane can take off at any time.”
Nick Fury turned around and left the passage outside the laboratory.
Then, around a corner, Agent Hill, who was recording the conversation, was taken away from the scene.
“Director, what you did violated the rules.”
Agent Hill spoke mercilessly.
“Will you tell the Security Council about this?”
Nick Fury said without looking back.
"Only this one time."
After Agent Hill finished speaking, he went to make arrangements for the plane.
Hellboy is dead and Lizzy Salman is under the control of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Hilter will report its work to the Security Council in this way.
…
Hell’s Kitchen is always more lively than other places at night.
Especially since they picked up some weird rings.
Following the colors of the rings, these street scum spontaneously divided into two groups, and then started fighting.
Every person who is killed will turn into a ray of light and fly towards the hand of the person who killed him.
The gangs have become a mess.
Frank, who had just returned from death to his wife and daughter, was enjoying the warmth of home for the first time in a long time.
Even though the ring on his hand has started to send out constant reminders.
How can the apostle of death escape death’s crazy revenge on life in the world?
Frank suppressed the trembling in his arms and ate the soup that his wife brought to his mouth with a spoon with a smile.
Jill looked at this warm home with an innocent smile.
The family is enjoying themselves happily, but the sadness that cannot be erased is still spreading quietly.
The gift of death is rather a mockery.
The living and the dead are in the same room, and the grief under that love will only make Frank's determination stronger.
He wants to become strong, strong enough to replace death!
He could not bear that his family would be dragged into that country by death when he opened his eyes one day, nor could he accept that he could not feel the slightest warmth from the faces of his wife and daughter.
“Dingling bell~”
Frank's phone rang, but he hung up without even looking at it.
Then continue to enjoy the warmth of this moment with my family.
“Frank, don’t do this.”
Frank's wife said in a complaining tone.
The sadness in his eyes is clearly discernible.
Frank looked at his wife's face, but always avoided her eyes.
He slowly picked up the phone and planned to call back.
But the call came again.
Frank looked at the caller ID and frowned, then hung up again.
“Dear, this is my old comrade-in-arms. Every time he comes to me, it means countless troubles. At least today, let me finish this meal with you.”
Frank said in a pleading tone.
Then he turned his attention to his daughter, who didn't know anything yet, and showed a loving smile.
“Lisa, do you want to have a picnic tomorrow? If so, can you help Dad persuade Mom not to let Dad answer this phone call?”
Frank did not notice the pleading in his tone, and his tearful eyes made his daughter a little dazed.
"Father."
Jill tugged at Frank's clothes, and the feeling of sadness was very clear.
“Frank, go to work. We’re not leaving.”
Frank's wife said this.
There is encouragement in his eyes.
“Maria.”
Frank was muttering his wife's name, and a series of knocks on the door sounded at an inappropriate time.
Frank frowned, but did not stop his wife from opening the door.
Even if he already knows who is outside the door.
That's certainly not a door-to-door salesman.
The kind of person who would be whisked away by SHIELD agents before even getting near this room.
It will just be that guy, the old friend who always causes trouble, Nick Fury.
“Maria?”
As the door of the room opened, Nick Fury's horrified voice sounded.
Obviously the appearance of Frank's wife made him lose his cool for a moment.
“Nick, what are you going to do?”
Frank's voice is very natural, just like the posture a man of the house should have.
Frank has simulated this tone countless times in his dreams.
But his eyes were cold, and if Nick Fury made any threatening move, Frank wouldn't mind losing one of his friends!
“I’m just a little worried because you didn’t answer my call.”
Nick Fury greeted Maria, shook hands, and chatted with Frank as usual.
He felt the coldness from Mariya's hands, it was a familiar feeling to him!
The touch of the soul!
Nick Fury probably knows what he knows, so he can only hope that Frank doesn't blow his head off in front of his wife.
This is a big secret.
If this was Nick Fury's secret, then he would probably kill anyone who knew about it.
The deceased returned to the world as a soul?
This is so tempting.
This is the immortality of variation!
“I never answer any work-related phone calls when I’m with my family, even though working overtime will bring me more pay.”
Frank said with deep meaning.
What he means is that Nick Fury should get out now!
“Okay, I thought you would like this job, of course it’s a regular job. But if you don’t have time now, I will wait for you at the old place.”
Nick Fury was good-natured, and he felt Frank's eyes full of murderous intent.
If he delayed any longer, he might have to face the cold barrel of Frank's gun.
Nick Fury opened the door behind him, waved his hand and left Frank's house.
old place?
He and Frank didn't need this kind of thing at all, Frank could find his.
As long as Frank wants to.
This is like when Frank is planning to kill someone, that person cannot escape.
Although the movement caused will not be as small as those of killing, it is deadly and effective.
Maria looked at Frank in front of her and called out Frank's name with sad eyes: "Frank."
“Maria, I just want to spend some time with you.”
“I know, but you need to live in the world of the living. We are already dead.”
Maria gently held her daughter's shoulders and said.
She and Lisa were on one side of the table.
Frank and Jill are on the other side.
The table is like the boundary between the living and the dead, dividing the two parties.
After the lights on the roof flickered for a while, the light bulbs on Mariya and Lisa's side went out.
Light and darkness, life and death. Clear boundaries!
…
“So this death was intentional on your part?”
Rorschach said with some dissatisfaction.
Looking at Warusk flipping through his diary, he was helpless.
“Strictly speaking, you are not dead yet. At least your body can come back to life as long as you sprinkle the medicine on it.”
Worusk said with a mocking expression while flipping through the diary.
Diary is really never something for yourself to read.
