Yin Na's attitude is actually not that surprising to Nick Fury.
Nick Fury even wanted to laugh a little bit about this.
This kind of problem similar to the trolley problem will of course give different results to different people.
It's not that Nick Fury can't take risks, nor can he be sacrificed.
It's just that he has never encountered anything that only he can do.
"The power of the Nephalem?
It is indeed fascinating, but for me it is not something I must get.
In fact, not many things in this world will definitely operate according to human will.
I just hope to give humans the opportunity to control their own destiny.
Before humans get this power, I will use my own methods to protect all humans."
Nick Fury spoke very firmly, without any hesitation.
"Perhaps you can contact Leoric. Although I don't like Skeleton King, Leoric has many training methods in his hands.
That thing should give humans the opportunity to master their own power."
Yin Na's smile made people feel heavy at this time.
Nick Fury thought about whether he needed to contact Leoric.
But he still didn't make up his mind in the end.
After all, Leoric's appearance didn't look like the type that was easy to talk to at all.
In the eyes of outsiders, Leoric should be a headstrong person.
"Ms. Yin Na, is there anything else you want to ask now?
If not, I have to take my leave now.
After all, I am just a talker from SHIELD, and I cannot fully represent the position of all humans."
Nick Fury said goodbye, but there was nothing stiff about it.
Although the disappearance of tens of thousands of people on this planet is a very small number.
But behind this incident is a strong invasion of mankind by the Burning Hell!
Human beings cannot just watch their own people disappear in the attacks of demons every time.
"You can go about your business.
I happen to have something to do.
At an appropriate time, I will come to you in person to discuss this matter with you.
As for the Sky Temple issue, you don’t need to worry too much.”
Yin Na closed her eyes slightly.
Constantine on the side seemed to have noticed something, with a twisted look on his face.
"As I venture, God of the Sky, do you not intend to listen to the voices of humans?
Although you said before that you are adapting to exist as a living person,
But this adaptation seems not to the level that both you and I are satisfied with."
Constantine's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.
There was obvious hostility towards Yin Na in him.
"I'm still adapting, do you remember what I said before?
The foundation of the monk is control.
I won't lose control, and I won't do anything dangerous until my mind and body are aligned.
Maybe you can understand a little bit?"
Yin Na's voice began to become dreamlike and sweet.
The feeling of giving all the good things to the world appeared in Yin Na again.
Constantine couldn't tell. He was not sure whether the Yin Na in front of him was really as upright as she said.
A person who is accustomed to deceiving others will not easily believe in the sincerity of others.
In Constantine's eyes, doubt was also a necessity for his survival.
There doesn't seem to be much to say in this case.
"I'm not sure about that.
But I hope you can know that human beings are not powerless in the face of natural disasters."
There was a hint of threat in Constantine's words.
Yin Na won't care.
She is the sky.
Even as a monk, a Nephalem exists.
It is impossible to peel the sky away from her body.
After all, Yin Na, who holds the power of the sky, in a sense gives the monks the same protection that fate gives to the barbarians.
There are not many secrets under the sky.
Under the observation of the sky, the monk can always get guidance from the gods.
For example, how to choose the path you want to take.
"You are like a child who is worried that the sky will fall and hit your head.
Constantine, John Constantine.
The sky generally does not fall.
I would not behave like that unless I died in battle.
Your worries can be forgotten.
Because when the sky falls to the earth, there will always be someone stronger and taller than you to support it.
Is there anything else you want to explain?"
Yin Na said with a smile.
At this time, she showed that all-embracing gentleness.
Constantine began to feel confused.
He couldn't understand more and more what kind of existence Yin Na was.
An elusive person?
Or is it that no matter what they saw, it was just their expectation of the sky?
It is said that the blue sky is the result of the atmosphere being smudged by the color of the ocean.
So what should the real color of the sky look like?
"No more, Yin Na.
I hope you can always exist as a warrior monk, instead of being a god who tells humans not to covet the divine power."
Constantine said in a sigh-like tone.
There was a strange and incomprehensible expression on his face.
Constantine began to wonder if his will had been affected by Yin Na in some way that he didn't know.
Even scared of it!
…
In the office building of the Daily Bugle, Peter Parker had just handed his photo to the somewhat mean editor-in-chief J. Jonah Jameson.
To be continued...