Tes's voice failed to pass through, just like Nick Fury didn't respond no matter how loudly he called Rumlow.
News that may affect the fairness of the battle has been blocked by the Holy Mountain of Harrogath. What follows is a battle between the warrior's faith and the devil.
Tes was trembling non-stop. The moment the wandering spirit appeared, he knew why his captain became so strange.
After all, no matter where the legend is, ghosts always have some tricks that affect the mind.
His teammates were torn to pieces by the wandering spirit without the ability to fight back.
Bright red flesh and blood was scattered on the ground, and the fallen demons who had died for the second time stood up again and shouted "Lakanixiu".
Everything in front of them was transmitted along the camera to Nick Fury's office, and everyone was silent.
They really had no way to explain what was happening before them, and the tragic sacrifice made them lose the idea of talking.
“What exactly are ghosts?”
Nick Fury shouted anxiously, although no one knew whether this anxiety was his true emotion or a disguise.
But it would be better to answer his question at this time.
"In our research, there are many conclusions that ghosts are spiritual bodies."
The paranormal research expert who responded spoke in a somewhat uncertain tone.
After all, how could a spiritual body use a pair of pale claws to tear SHIELD's elite special operations team into pieces?
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"Ghosts are the embodiment of spirits, but those guys are not just ghosts, they are also demons."
Bulcaisel explained to Ancient One and Gil.
Souls contaminated with the breath of hell are no longer pure spiritual bodies. Just like the barbarian ancestors blessed by the holy mountain of Harrogas, their bodies have the power to support their concrete bodies.
Therefore, the ancestors of the barbarians could eat food as if they were alive, and the demons could also tear apart human bodies.
“Can’t the power of spirit be directly condensed into substance?”
Gu Yi was a little confused. In her understanding, the soul could form a substance as long as it was strong enough.
"How can those guys have that kind of purity? Apart from those guys who study death, how many of them can help other people's souls condense into entities?"
Wei Da shouted unwillingly. This time his interruption aroused the dissatisfaction of other ancestors. An Bo grabbed his neck, and the two souls disappeared to an unknown place.
On the projection in front of him, Rumlow gradually gained the upper hand.
His battle with the Sinking Demon Wizard was not as easy as defeating the ordinary Sinking Demon.
In addition to being used as a blunt weapon, the wooden stick in this guy's hand can also trigger fireballs as big as a basin.
This fighting method that can be used at both distance and near made Rumlow spend a lot of effort to find an opportunity and drag this hateful guy into a non-stop close combat.
Braving the blue light, Zhihu finally found an opportunity and stabbed the Sinking Demon Wizard in the throat.
The red-skinned monster finally fell to the ground after letting out a hoarse "Lakanixiu" accompanied by the sound of broken bones.
The footsteps of the resurrected Sinking Demons in the distance came from around the corner, but Rumlow's sight hit the ordinary-looking stone on the ground.
This stone was dropped after the death of the fallen magic wizard. After tasting the sweetness of the equipment, Rumlow would not let go of the possibility of becoming stronger.
The moment his hand grasped the stone, cold sweat broke out on his face.
In just a blink of an eye, he regained his will.
"Lingshi, does this guy have a fate with those monks?"
Bulqueso once again expressed his views on this cruel trial.
Generally speaking, it is not unusual for any equipment to appear in the secret realm of barbarians.
But after all, the equipment belonging to barbarians has more equipment.
Just like the secret realm of the Sky Temple, it is easier to see the monk's equipment.
The moment Rumlow got the spirit stone, he understood how to use it. This seemingly small stone was placed on his forehead.
Then, as if there was some magical power that fixed it there, the white spirit stone stayed in that place safely.
After the wandering souls turned into demons, the group's ability to control their minds was greatly weakened.
If Rumlow had remained cautious, he would not have been easily deceived without being aware of it.
After receiving the protection of the spirit stone, the wandering soul's mind control ability, which was negligibly weak for barbarians, was completely ineffective.
This piece of equipment even gave Rumlow some protection, so at least those annoying red-skinned imps would have a hard time causing harm to him.
"Then does he have a chance to survive?"
Gil's voice sounded, his voice was very small, and his tone was like a prayer, which made people a little concerned.
"Speak louder Gil! You are going to be a barbarian warrior!"
Bulcasso heard Gil's words clearly. After all, this was not a noisy battlefield. As long as Bulcaisuo's ears were fine, he could still hear sounds close at hand clearly.
"It depends on whether he can defeat the wandering spirit. I can only say that he has a chance."
Bulcaisel finally gave Gil the answer he wanted.
He didn't know if these guys were worth living, after all, the smell of villains made Bulcasso want to sneeze.
But compared to seeing bad guys alive, he still hates seeing humans die at the hands of demons.
Gu Yi didn't say anything, he just glanced at the sky that was starting to get dark.
"By the time he comes out, this festival will be almost over."
Gu Yi thought so in his heart.
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"Come on! You damn bastard!"
Rumlow shouted loudly to the blue wandering soul, as if to drive away the fear in his heart.
The moment he regained consciousness, he realized that all the subordinates he had brought with him had died here one by one.
Those are all members he carefully selected, and more than half of them have the power of Hydra, and the remaining ones also have a good chance of winning over to the Hydra camp.
This sacrifice also represented that his nearly one year of hard work was wasted, but he did not dare to direct his anger at Bulcaisuo, because after seeing the horror of this secret realm, he realized the power of the barbarian group.
At this time, he was more like being incompetent and furious, venting his anger through roars.
Rumlow's hand subconsciously touched the pistol at his waist. He was not used to using cold weapons to fight. When faced with danger, he still trusted the pistol that might not even be able to hurt his opponent.