At this time, on the Holy Mountain of Halogas, Nick Fury and Frank Custer were watching this very grand ceremony just from the preparations.
In Nick Fury's eyes, it was obvious that the barbarian was up to something. And it's definitely not going to be a party-like security incident.
But he doesn't want to care about anything now.
This is Harrogath, and Nick Fury isn't going to get in front of the barbarian and yell "human rights" or something like that to try and stop him.
He knew very well that these guys couldn't be stopped.
Perhaps in Nick Fury's eyes, most events in the world cannot be considered safe, but they are at least controllable. Even if the consequences occur, they are still within the range that the earth can bear.
It's like a study of the Purple Man.
Only this time, it seems different.
Although Nick Fury couldn't explain why, he just knew that this time was different!
But what else can Nick Fury do?
He couldn't find any reason to stop the other party from continuing like this. Could it be that he said something like "your actions endanger world peace"?
This will only make him look incompetent and stupid.
He had already experienced the stubbornness of barbarians, at the cost of almost being directly defeated.
"Frank, do you have anything to say?"
Nick Fury could only turn to his old buddy for help, but such questions were full of pretentiousness in Frank's eyes.
Even a little annoying.
Frank looked up at Nick Fury at a somewhat slow speed: "If you plan to fool me, you'd better cancel your follow-up plans now. Otherwise, I will definitely let you taste the feeling of approaching death!"
This sentence was said with great momentum, and Nick Fury did not doubt the authenticity of this sentence.
He could swear by the gun Frank had aimed at his head!
Frank pulled his child close to him and looked at Nick Fury with wary eyes.
Staying with his children is one of the rare times when Frank can find comfort in his heart.
He is full of hostility towards anyone who wants to break this feeling, even if it is his old buddy, he will not be too polite.
Hearing Frank say this, Nick Fury looked a little bitter.
The feeling of approaching death?
Nick Fury has felt this kind of thing almost every moment in the past years.
It's just that he hasn't figured out how to say it to Frank in front of him.
Especially now that Frank has become a weapon in the hands of death.
Agent of Death, this title is much cooler than Punisher.
And the power of representation is much stronger.
At least, this kind of existence is more competent than annihilating the unworthy messenger of death.
"Man, if I do anything to you later, I hope you will remember this, that is, I am trying to save your soul."
Nick Fury said to Frank with serious eyes.
There was just a little trembling in the voice.
It's not like he's afraid, it's like he's explaining the aftermath.
Frank had never seen Nick Fury like this before, which made him feel a little uneasy.
Nick Fury's current performance has turned the one-eyed man into a different image, and he no longer wants to be the guy who can get everything done.
"If you can't tell me your plan now, you'd better tell me what you did after the action, before my bullet pierces your skull!"
Frank's words were full of threats, but he chose to believe the other person.
Who else can the Punisher trust in this world besides One-Eyed Man?
After all, the two people have a life-long friendship.
Even "life" is not enough to describe their trust in each other.
Mortal or inhuman, Frank doesn't care. As long as it is a human being, there is a possibility of being killed.
So Frank has never been in awe of Nick Fury.
"Only one time!"
Nick Fury said firmly, and the seriousness in his one eye made Frank want to laugh a little.
Nick Fury was so serious that Frank was sure this was a joke.
So his smile just stopped at the "want to laugh" category.
"You mean just once?"
Frank asked, with a strange expression on his face, as if his smile was interrupted by pain.
His old friend still chose to believe him, even if only once.
Frank just hopes he won't pay too heavy a price this time.
"Only one time!"
Nick Fury nodded, with an emotion called "relief" on his face.
Then they walked directly out of the stone house where they were.
He has achieved his purpose of coming to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, and the next thing will have to wait until he returns to S.H.I.E.L.D.
Nick Fury walked as if there was no one around, with his back facing the direction of the Elder's Temple, which was the direction away from the Holy Mountain.
You can see some ancestor spirits along the way. They just looked at Nick Fury silently without saying a word.
That kind of performance is enough to make a normal person palpitate.
And Nick Fury was unmoved. He doesn't care about any of this, it's just a look.
Unless the eyes of these ancestors could cast a glare that could kill him, there was nothing to care about.
He was no longer interested in what the savages were going to do.
Anyway, even if he knew something, he couldn't stop it at this time, so it was more appropriate to focus on the aspects that he had been paying attention to since a long time ago.
Frank stood there, looking at the figure of Nick Fury that had hardly changed over the years, and turned the ring in his hand thoughtfully.
"Jill, I think we can go check out the teacher that guy has for you."
Frank rubbed his child's forehead and spoke softly.
Frank couldn't find any news about Wolverine Logan from his memory, but he still chose to believe in the advice of his old friend.
There may be countless idiots in the world who would offend the Punisher, but Nick Fury's name will never be among them.
Because that guy is the guy in the world who knows best how much destruction the name Punisher can bring.
That he is an ordinary person?
That was just before he put on the ring!
Frank felt that the cold-resistant power in the ring was becoming stronger little by little, and the powerful Frank himself became a little afraid of this power.
He seemed to be feeling a bit of Nick Fury.
Death is approaching all the time!
This is true for any life.
"Father, do you need me to do anything for you?"
Gil said this, and his words made Frank's face become a little stiff.
Gil is no longer an incompetent kid, he and Nick Fury have been tested.
The destructive power was beyond their imagination.
It is no exaggeration to say that Gil now really has the ability to help Frank, but he may not be ready to become a warrior yet.
"I need you not to tell your mother about me teaching you to hunt."
Frank softened the expression on his face and spoke softly.
…
In New Asgard, Thor and his sister are patrolling the territory bit by bit.
Although compared to the original Asgard, the size of this land is somewhat insignificant.
It's not even a prosperous town.
But now, Asgardians don't need such a huge living area.
They are just the inheritors of the name Asgard, just a group of homeless exiles who have settled in this land.
Deep down in their hearts, these surviving Asgardians have actually accepted the fact that they are being protected by others.
They are no longer the guardians of the Nine Realms, they are just a group of wanderers who have found a place to live.
Thor was walking slowly, with Mjolnir in his hand constantly trying to lean on the hammer in his other hand.
He just smiled in relief, his hammer "brother" was still more favored by Mjolnir than he was.
But he had long been relieved.
Because he is the new king of Asgard and shoulders the expectations of his people.
And the power awakened in his body gave him more confidence to face the guys in this world.
Odin's divine power continued to grow stronger in his body, and he could feel it.
And the bloodline belonging to Nephalem allows his body to withstand this kind of power better than Odin himself.
At least, Thor couldn't see the day when he would need to "sleep" to extend his life.
"Sister, what are we missing now?"
Thor looked up at the sky and asked Hela behind him.
His voice was filled with strong pride.
This new home was built bit by bit under his hands.
There was nothing he couldn't be proud of; this was his new home.
"Lack of a battle to restore glory, my brother."
Hela's voice was no longer cold, but had a lazy tone.
Hela, who had lost her ambition and no longer wanted revenge, began to gradually enjoy this leisurely pace of life.
There is no need to lead soldiers to conquer one place after another, and there is no need to face flesh and blood and swords every day.
Now I can freely choose from the clothes and cosmetics sent by humans every day. This quality of life seems to be more interesting than constant fighting.
But even she herself wasn't sure how long it would take for her to get tired.
Immortals often pursue spiritual satisfaction rather than material things.
Glory is one of Asgard's pursuits, used to create some waves in a long life.
"The glory of battle has always been given to people like us. In fact, there is no glory in fighting. What is glorious is victory.
And victory comes in many varieties.
There is only one thing we are missing now, and that is our younger brother.
I didn't believe what he did before was from his original intention, but now I want to get my family back! "
Thor said this with a smile on his face.
The light of thunder flashed in his two eyes.
Obviously he has grown a lot during this time, and even Hela has to admit that his younger brother has finally surpassed his older sister in strength.
Just as Hela and Thor were talking about this, the two crows seemed to have heard enough of this conversation and flew away from the branches of the tree.
Just like an ordinary crow, it didn't disturb anyone.
Hela twitched the corner of her mouth and cursed "old thing" in her heart. Besides, she didn't make any move.
The two crows have their own names, Fu Jin and Wu Ni.
In a distant place, an old man was staggering on the road.
Without any apparent purpose, two crows cawed strangely and landed on his shoulders.
"Okay honey, tell me if my stupid son has been run around by his sister."
This old man is obviously Odin.
Under the protection of Yizuer, he survived.
But what he saw and heard in the high-level heaven still made it difficult for his body to bear the growing power.
His life is coming to an end.
"Gaga, the great God of Gods. Thor makes Asgard prosperous!"
The crow said this, and Odin's face became much calmer.
"God of the gods, Hela has changed. Now she looks like a great goddess."
Another crow said this.
The two divine crows have been with Odin for who knows how many years, and Hela and the others are equally familiar with them.
They are even more familiar with Hela than Thor.
Odin even raised the corner of his mouth, then slowly took out a piece of bread from his bag, slowly broke it into pieces and fed it to the two crows on his shoulders.
"Hela has always been great, but she left too quickly. It's not bad now, isn't it?"
Odin muttered softly, and at this moment, he and Hela, who was far away in New Asgard, smiled.
"My life is about to end. Do I still have any role for you demon gods now?"
Odin slowly straightened his back and looked at the figure that appeared in front of him.
He will never forget this figure in his life. Even if his life disappears, he will keep the guy in front of him in his heart!
Diavolo!
"I want to see if a being who can silence fear from the depths of his heart will be a little shaken when he sees me."
Diablo's figure said this.
Although this is not his real body, as a phantom, it is powerful enough.
"Of course I'm still afraid. For example, right now I'm afraid of you going to the children's new home, so I'm ready to risk everything."
Odin said calmly.
His life could end the moment he landed in the higher heaven.
Every extra moment is earned.
"A human once said the same thing. I just thought it was a joke."
Diavolo said this.
He was obviously talking about the wise king of Khanduras, the skeleton king Leoric.
At the end of his life, the last thought of a crazy guy was to let Diavolo's will disappear with him.
Such an idea seemed somewhat ridiculous to Diavolo at the time, and it was overestimating his capabilities!
But both Leoric and Aidan gave Diavolo a new understanding of the Nephalem.
Will the guy in front of me be next?
Diablo didn't think so.
There may be many noble people in the world, but in the eyes of those guys in High-level Heaven, it is impossible to retain that level of will when facing the fearful demon.
Diavolo, who has mastered fear, has never failed in a battle of wills!
It doesn't matter whether the guy in front of him is more powerful than him, or whether the other party is more destructive.
As long as fear exists, he will never fail!
