A portal.
In other words, it is another portal.
When it comes to barbarians, portals are always the first thing to appear.
This technology is so convenient that it is comparable to all kinds of transportation.
In particular, the issues of convenience and cost have allowed this spell to be widely spread in Sanctuary.
Sonya opened the portal and walked out from the other end, holding a mobile phone in her hand and looking a little confused.
He's not serious at all, and he doesn't look like he's here to cause trouble.
It's just that I can't say how friendly he is.
Electronic gadgets are new to most barbarians. It's just that the purpose of Sonya's coming here was not to figure out how to operate something like a mobile phone.
She wanted to meet Auriel. In addition to telling Auriel some news, she also had some questions to ask the guys in front of her.
Auriel would not know anything about Malthael, but there was no reason for Auriel to know the things that Sonya had personally experienced.
For example, the spell related to "Our Lady of Grace".
Sonya didn't believe that only Rathma, the necromancer, knew about this kind of thing. The archangel knew Lilith's position well.
But no archangel mentioned this matter.
Sonya was a little angry, so she wanted the truth.
At least it has to be the truth that sounds like the truth.
"Long time no see, how do you feel?"
Sonya greeted Auriel and already took out the mountain-splitting ax in her hand.
This question was not what he wanted to ask, it was just a polite way of saying hello.
It means the same thing as "Have you eaten?"
The ice-cold blade of the mountain-splitting ax revealed an ancient aura, seeming to threaten Auriel in front of him to treat her question carefully.
The cold wind enveloped the office in an instant.
Some whistling wind could be vaguely heard.
Threatening Sonya to the most superficial degree is absolutely necessary.
In her eyes, the guys in the high-level paradise were a little dishonest, so Sonya's methods seemed a little extra rough.
But this works great.
"As you can see, it's not bad."
Auriel smiled.
He pulled the ribbon on his hand.
The Weeping Angels were trapped in place by the power of hope, motionless.
Hope is everywhere, so observation is also present every moment.
Even if they hoped, it would be difficult to kill these monsters, but when facing Auriel, they had no room to move at all.
Oriel showed off his power, subconsciously reminding Sonya of the power gap between the two.
Sonya is not Leiko. The last time they met, Sonya had not yet faced the power of an archangel.
Geniuses also need a process of growth, although for Sonya, this process is not long.
"I have met Malthaelle before, and he probably has contact with Lilith now. Who knows what the current situation will be like."
Sonya said casually, looking at the mountain-splitting ax in her hand.
The responsibility of Qualkek fell on her, which made her somewhat uncomfortable.
This takes time doesn't it?
Auriel's act of promoting force made Sonya feel a little depressed.
It seemed that the battle was hopeless again, and the Archangel mostly avoided fighting when facing the Nephalem.
Who knows what the mentality is?
Maybe it's to hide your strength, or maybe it's just disdain?
Sonya wasn't too interested in this, she just wanted an answer from Auriel.
I just don’t know if Auriel will give the answer she hopes for.
"I'm sorry, it's really hard to be happy when you hear news like this."
Auriel's hand holding the ribbon used a little strength.
The bodies of the Weeping Angels made of unknown materials made an overwhelming sound.
Fortunately, there haven't been any obvious changes, and these things are still very strong.
The archangels were a little unclear on what exactly Malthael wanted to do.
Maybe Tyrell can know something. After all, justice and wisdom have always had a good relationship.
But even Auriel hasn't seen Tyrell for a while.
She couldn't quite feel things related to Tyrell, and Auriel didn't intend to delve into the reason.
As long as Tyrael doesn't die completely, Auriel doesn't like Tyrael who is more powerful than the standard.
The guy wasn't old-fashioned, but he always acted like he was trying to fool people.
Favorability in Tyrell's body is expendable. After all, the Archangel of Justice is also upright and can't go anywhere.
"Can I leave? You know I spent this time in fear."
Constantine scratched his hair.
He looked very embarrassed.
Even though Auriel helped him heal the injury of his broken hand, he had no intention of thanking her at all.
After all, Constantine did not kneel down and beg angels to help him heal his body.
All the angels he knew liked to talk about exchange of interests, so his attitude towards Auriel was the same.
Not every human being is trustworthy, let alone these aliens.
"Are you here to fight me?"
Auriel ignored Constantine's words and looked at Sonya with her eyes.
The muscles on Sonya's body were trembling slightly, and she looked like she was excited.
Sonya likes fighting, because fighting can prove her talent in fighting.
Sonya is different from other barbarians, he is an out-and-out genius.
He has great power at a young age, and his weapons challenge the existence of the highest peak.
For an opponent like the Archangel, he rarely misses a chance to fight.
Auriel had been prepared for this.
"Not really."
Sonya answered in the negative.
This answer surprised Oriel a little.
"Bulkessor asked for it?"
"That's my idea. After all, a general shouldn't always be carried away by the desire to fight."
Sonya said this.
She is much calmer than before, imitating old General Qualkirk in her words and deeds.
The anger also calmed down and was hidden under the eternal ice.
"Then why did you appear in front of me? Do you just want to tell me that Malthael has achieved a phased goal?"
Auriel looked at Sonya with curious eyes and waved her hands gently, as if to ward off flies.
The ribbon tightened little by little with her movements, and scars finally appeared on the Weeping Angel's body.
Constantine walked up to Colson and gestured at Colson's neck.
He was very curious about how those operations that could knock someone unconscious by hitting the neck were done, and he looked eager to try it.
It's not that he hasn't tried before, but after every attempt, he has to use magic to deal with the aftermath.
To be honest, Constantine doesn't like magic that much.
This kind of thing is probably the real purpose for him to express his uniqueness.
"If you want to fight now, please let me take Coulson away for a while.
Otherwise, our 'weak' bodies will not be able to survive the aftermath of the battle. "
A rambling narration, full of Constantine's carelessness.
He was not afraid because there was no cowardice or fear in his soul.
But his hand was already in his pocket, clutching the sandbag that belonged to the Sandman.
This is one of his trump cards. If it is just used to test Nick Fury, the value of this treasure seems too cheap.
Constantine is an expert in the mysterious side, and his methods are endless.
"By the way, how do you use this thing?"
Sonya smiled crookedly, opened her palm and placed the phone in front of Constantine.
"Just press the button. I remember I gave you the manual last time?"
Constantine waved his hand and smiled brightly.
By the way, Auriel looked at her with deep meaning.
"John, we need more trust, or I'll choose someone I'm more willing to trust."
Auriel said this and lowered her gaze slightly.
The feeling of being taken advantage of is not good at all, especially the feeling of being taken advantage of by a guy who doesn't look very serious.
Auriel is considering whether she did something wrong in hoping to achieve a certain degree of cooperation with Constantine.
Maybe Angel Dawson is a better candidate?
"Of course, that's your freedom. But there's no one in the world better suited to do it than me.
Because only I can accurately grasp the scale of dealing with you. "
Constantine pointed to the monitor hanging on the wall.
The indifferent and dismissive attitude made Sonya a little unhappy.
"Auriel, you did not reveal your plan to the barbarians."
Sonya shook her hair, and a trace of anger flashed on the mountain-splitting ax in her hand.
"Accordingly, the barbarians have not had any communication with me about your plans."
Auriel said tit for tat.
Then she turned her attention to another blank space.
He felt like there was a guy somewhere, full of hope but rejecting it.
Complex and somewhat uncomfortable.
The guy just stayed there silently, and it was not easy for Auriel to ask anything.
"After all, my conversation is not as good as a battle to show each other's will, but our battle should not be so casual."
Sonya's eyes widened and she stared at Auriel in front of her.
She seemed to be ready to fight, but she didn't take the lead.
…
On the moon.
Wolverine was looking at the tablet in his hand.
This thing is kindly sponsored by Nick Fury.
After all, Wolverine rarely has a lot of money or technology on him.
Logan is an antique, and the things he likes are all slightly older items.
There seems to be no difference between him and those old cowboys in their fifties and sixties in terms of their acceptance of new things.
"Logan, SHIELD can't do anything to help you now, because the danger we are in may be slightly more serious than you think."
There was a twinkle in Nick Fury's one eye.
He believed that to this extent, Logan could basically understand what he meant.
Wolverine is not a simple fool.
Before he lost his memory for the first time, this guy was one of the top high-end combat talents.
Fighters from various schools can easily do it at their fingertips, but the regrown brain seems to have changed him a lot.
"The time you spend talking nonsense is better spent talking about business! I want news about a few people, such as Hulk's location."
Logan casually placed the tablet on the table aside and spoke to Nick Fury with a serious face.
His physical condition shows his taboo against Black Bolt!
Logan didn't tell Nick Fury the whole truth, and he didn't even reveal even one-third of the information.
"Most importantly, I need the Tesseract."
Logan's eyes were a little sleepy, and the Adamantium spikes on his hands stretched out from between his fingers.
"And the last time I went to that place, it was full of corpses. I don't think you'd mind telling me what happened."
Logan was threatening Nick Fury in front of him.
Nick Fury stood there without changing his expression, without any expression.
He knew exactly what the Cosmic Cube was, but he just couldn't show it.
He has no intention of agreeing to Logan's request, and Nick Fury believes Black Bolt has the same attitude.
"Why! What on earth are you planning to do?"
Logan's voice suddenly became impatient, and the steel claw in his hand pointed at Nick Fury.
He felt waves of malice.
This is his talent, the beast's talent for perceiving danger.
Although not as sensitive as Spider-Man, Wolverine's intuition in this regard is equally outstanding!
Nick Fury seems to have done something that will be harmful to him.
But he couldn't see the slightest hint of hostility on Nick Fury's face.
Between his intuition and the pictures he saw, he trusted his intuition!
