661 Controversy and verification of hammer position
“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.
Have you forgotten how sensitive these demons, who are truly the chiefs, are to the smell of the nephalem?
I wouldn’t be surprised if he teleported directly in front of me, but he didn’t.
Or do you mean that none of us here are Nephalem?”
There was a little bit of sarcasm on Craig's expression.
He was really bored with having nothing to do.
Craig also wants to find his lover's soul.
Although he already knew that the annihilation that had planned for him all these years was gone, he didn't think that his wife's soul had also disappeared with it.
Most likely those souls have appeared in the realm of death.
Frank, the agent of death, has proven that death is not the kind of guy who abides by rules and responsibilities. Craig needs to be strong enough to negotiate with death.
“Is there a strong smell coming from the hammer?”
Tony asked eagerly, as if he suddenly thought of something.
He is not a Nephalem himself, but he has done a lot of research and analysis out of precaution against the Nephalem.
The leader-level demon should be very clear to the Nephalem's perception. Demons at that level would never hide themselves.
They don’t care who their opponent is, let alone whether their opponent is stronger than them.
These guys all acted like berserkers when facing the Nephalem.
“I can feel it, but the position of the hammer keeps moving in my perception, which is not normal.”
Craig gave the answer after taking a look at Tony.
His attitude was obviously that he didn't like Tony very much, but he still told the information directly.
Perhaps this is because of his respect for technology?
Tony frowned and directly enlarged and projected the surveillance screen of Meimeng Prison.
At the top is the motionless hammer. Just looking at it can create huge pressure.
This should not be false.
Can we still expect Hammer to use his legs that are thicker than an elephant to control the computer?
Before the mind controlled the computer, it was impossible for a demon like Nian Hammer to use electronic equipment.
The most I can do is find a TV and watch it, but I can’t change the channel.
“He is still where he is, at least that’s what the surveillance shows.”
Tony seemed a little nervous.
Whose judgment should we trust?
Nephalem’s sense of aura? Or do you believe in high technology?
“We can only rely on the exploration team. They should be able to bring back valuable news.”
Natasha saw that the atmosphere had become strange again, and she could only come out to adjust again.
Natasha used to do this kind of thing all the time, but now she feels a little bored.
Perhaps becoming more powerful has caused her to have a slight change in her thinking?
“Fuck, I’m finally back! So...when were these forts built?”
Bloodsport poked a head out of the drainage channel at the edge.
Several surrounding forts have turned their muzzles and pointed them at him.
This posture is a bit scary. What ordinary person can remain indifferent in this situation?
And the blood sport itself is an easily excited character.
“Hey, can you climb out quickly?
I'm very hungry now, and my body is covered with flesh and blood, I need to clean it up!"
The voice of the second generation Ratcatcher was transmitted through this pipe outlet, which naturally exposed her to some information.
“Bloodsport, what happened to your team? Did you actually disperse?”
Tony asked somewhat urgently, his tone seemed to be pressing, but he was not very polite anyway.
“I don’t like being pointed at a gun. Can you tell these guys to stop staring at me?”
Bloodsport said not too politely, and pointed at the surrounding forts.
Although this guy is quite responsible, he is also a proud and unruly guy in the final analysis.
This kind of performance cannot be imitated by demons, and ordinary demons do not have this level of wisdom.
“Strictly speaking, it’s a cannon, but...it’s okay.”
Tony waved his hand, and the forts immediately turned their heads.
Perhaps it was a gesture, or it may have been done by Jarvis, the artificial intelligence.
However, the people present were basically not interested in it.
“This is the second generation of Ratcatcher, which I discovered after I separated from Wayne.
Her fighting power is not very strong, but she can control mice and can communicate with mice to a certain extent."
After Bloodsport climbed out, he dragged the second generation of Rat Catcher out of the passage and introduced him along the way.
The little mouse wearing a vest jumped on the back of Bloody Sports and shouted dissatisfiedly.
Such movements make Bloody Sports' body become very stiff...
He is still afraid of mice.
“This is Sebastian, a, uh, mouse that can turn into a porcupine.”
Bloodsport introduces it this way.
“Wire-haired rat?”
Craig didn't know when he had walked next to Sebastian. The rich breath of life on his body made most living creatures feel friendly.
Craig’s knowledge is definitely not as extensive as that of Wayne and Tony, but he is very familiar with these little things that can appear in Sanctuary.
Although the secret realm he entered was through barbarian channels, the secret realm contained the remains of two legendary warrior monks.
Karashim is a strong man who unlocked the talent of Nephalem after the explosion of the World Stone. He doesn’t know much about wire-haired rats.
But Vandaloni is an older warrior monk than Bulcaisuo, and these little guys can be seen everywhere in his secret realm.
“Is this guy a devil?”
While speaking, Natasha slightly adjusted her position to ensure that she could charge and join the battle at any time.
“Not entirely, it should be considered a small animal affected by the power of the Burning Hell, although it is equally fatal to ordinary people.”
Craig stretched out his hand to Sebastian, and the little mouse happily climbed into his hand.
Fortunately, Craig had no intention of directly squeezing the little mouse to death.
“Are you here to rescue the Dream Prison? I would like to ask, do you have food?
If not, do you mind if I find a place to sleep?”
The second generation Rat Catcher gently reached out and took her little friend back from Craig's hand, speaking her truest thoughts.
If there is nothing to eat now, then the most important thing he wants to do is to have a good sleep.
It is not considered hibernation, it is just a simple rest.
The rat catcher never needs a fixed resting place. As long as she opens her equipment for a while, the rats will become her quilt and bed.
If you like mice very much, this experience is pretty good.
“I would like to ask, do you know the specific location of the big guy in Dream Prison?”
Tony looked at the position of the hammer on the monitor and asked the second generation of Rat Catcher.
The information about Ratcatcher had already appeared in Tony's sight when Bloodsport was introduced.