In SHIELD at this time, the riot has come to an end.
 It’s just that Nick Fury is not in this place now.
Doctor Who is heading to Harrogath with Nick Fury, but they have not passed through the portal this time.
 Agent Hill put on that layer of green tights again, showing off his good figure.
The green ring continued to emit light, turning into cages to imprison those souls.
 “Hill, what’s going on with you?”
 Steve slapped a soul on the ground with his shield and held the guy with one hand.
 Evil souls burn like a torch in the hands of the Crusaders.
“An accident, maybe I got the relic of some powerful guy.”
Hill said casually.
 She had no intention of telling the truth about the Green Lantern Corps.
“That guy Nick Fury can’t wait even this time? Or is he afraid that I will open the portal to hell?”
 Rumlow held his breath and took stock of his surroundings.
 Obviously not very happy.
 However, unfortunately the love is not over yet!
A huge body carrying a ferocious hammer was smashed into the S.H.I.E.L.D. building.
“Woohoo! Looks like S.H.I.E.L.D. has to rebuild its own building!”
Constantine sat on Nick Fury's chair, holding a small cage in his only hand. There were an unknown number of souls superimposed in the cage.
This guy didn't waste these souls, and the casting materials were never very easy to obtain.
“I can smell the stench of fear on you from three streets away! Kingpin!”
Anderson emerged from the big hole he had just made.
 The spear in his hand was pointed at Jin Bin's chest and he roared.
 “Angel? Am I evil!?”
 Jin Bin waved the sky hammer in his hand and swung it vigorously in the direction of Anderson.
 The ring on the finger is also constantly emitting a strong light!
 But this light was pointed at Agent Hill who was standing aside!
“The gang leader is a good guy. Do you believe this joke? Steve?”
 Rumlow panted, holding the hammer and talking to Steve.
 There was some helplessness in his eyes.
 Fighting has always been a troublesome thing. Unless you can kill those annoying demons with your eyes closed, fighting will always be very tiring.
 “This is just a joke, keep fighting.”
 Steve raised his eyes and looked at Anderson and Kingpin, feeling a little helpless.
 Those who have not had much contact with angels will not understand the difference between angels and humans.
 In their seriousness, Anderson, a courageous subordinate, is worthy of trust.
Constantine said nothing from this moment on, just watching the battlefield silently.
 He carefully took the souls in his hands into his arms, his face a little pale.
 The impact of a broken arm is very serious, especially since Constantine is only a slightly stronger guy than ordinary people.
 And his life schedule is very bad.
 Outside SHIELD, Imperial and Auriel are still observing the situation here.
  No longer has the courage and hope of an archangel. Although he can detect the movement of justice, he would not have thought that after Tyrael gave up his status as an archangel of justice, his remaining power was taken away by Israel.
 “Who is your target?”
 Prius asked calmly.
Aurel’s thoughts are not easy to guess, but in the end they will not be completely hidden from Imprius, who accompanies her day and night.
 It’s just that this question is not easy to answer.
 “an angel.”
Aurel said this, looking at the fierce battle in S.H.I.E.L.D.
 It seems to be describing Anderson.
 Prius’s eyes swayed after hearing this answer.
 “Have you made up your mind?”
 “Bulkessor will protect me for three thousand years.”
 Aurel said this with a smile.
 Completely unaware that they have lost their personality and only have their strength and essence left, they have become the targets of their brothers.
“Three thousand years are too short... He still needs to face Malthael if he wants to succeed.”
I was a little hesitant because of the Prius.
 He trusted Bulkesso, but he didn't think this would be something that could be accomplished in a short time.
I'm afraid Malthael's thoughts are still deep in his heart. The thought of power and elusiveness that surpasses the Great Demon God makes Iprius not ignore Malthael, his brother.
“Malthael is very smart, and smart guys are not determined to give in. They always like to find more convenient ways.”
Because the Prius has a lot to say.
 But it doesn’t seem like I feel very confident.
Even the archangels couldn't understand Malthael's thoughts. They could only confirm that as long as that guy took action, that would be the moment he thought was closest to success!
Too dangerous!
“Do we still have a choice now? Prius?”
Aurel muttered in a low voice, and the ribbon on her body swayed uneasily.
The moment hope and courage choose to become human, their future has already rested on Bulcaisel.
 Helping Bulkesso become a being like the God of Creation as soon as possible is the most effective way for them to achieve their goals.
 …
 “Are we really going to do this?”
Natsubo held the jar in his hand and looked at the severed hand in front of him with some hesitation.
Sanya stood aside with her head bowed and said nothing.
 As the strongest barbarian in the world, she cannot accept using this method to awaken the original ancestors.
 The will of the ancestors only stayed on the holy mountain, even though the powerful power in this arm gave her the opportunity to stand in front of Malthael like Rathma.
Sanya still feels conflicted inside.
 “We have no choice anymore!”
Li Min coughed and her body continued to tremble.
Vera on one side struggled to stand up and began to check her weapons and equipment.
 “I reserve my own opinion.”
　Karasim whispered.
 He has a lot of doubts about the threat from Malthael.
 If the archangel wanted to kill them, he would not let them go so easily.
 Many of the companions around him were seriously injured, but none of them were killed by Malthael.
To be continued...