The destruction of Diavolo's soul is cause for celebration.
But this is bound to be anything but simple.
If he hadn't been prepared, he wouldn't have said that he would come back.
Just want to come back?
The premise is that the soul has not been completely consumed!
It would be a lie to say that Diavolo did not expect that someone was waiting for him before entering the Dark Soul Stone.
This guy's preparation won't be that simple!
"Um, please, Lord Bulqueso, do I have a chance to continue to exist?"
The Dream God said very quietly.
Able to continue to exist, he has no intention of letting himself disappear.
But the situation Meng Shen faced at this time made him very embarrassed.
He has already felt the power of Kanai and Zoldun Kule, but it is normal to feel unwilling to let them disappear like this.
"If you are asking whether you can still leave the Dark Soul Stone, then I have no way to guarantee it.
But if you just want to continue to exist, then I can give a positive answer.
Of course, you can continue to exist. "
Bulkesso is communicating with the Dream God through the power of dreams.
Bulcaisel never lied, and at most he just didn't answer.
“Looks like I’m going to have to keep you company for a long time?
It’s just that I don’t think you will give up the authority that I represent. "
Dream God seemed to be a little bitter when he spoke.
Who can say for sure?
Authority is the ticket to power for these guys.
At least it makes the process of gaining strength less difficult.
"I haven't thought about how to use the power of the dream. I can't let everyone in the world enter the dream, right?
In that case, even the most basic right to know will be taken away from the living people.
Then no warrior will be born from the masses. "
Bulcaisel was a little confused about what the Dream God said.
What can the power of dreams do?
Let people usher in the end in their dreams?
Or do you mean to bring endless torture to others?
“That guy’s power has a great influence on me, and if nothing else, he has discovered my existence.
The connection between dreams and fear is simply too close. "
Mengshen said helplessly.
He decided to say this only after getting Bulkesso's guarantee.
Although it was not the first time that he had contact with Bulcaisuo, nor was it the first time that he had met Bulcaisuo.
But it's weird to place your hopes on others for your own safety.
Bulcaisel said he would not let him die.
Even if erasing his existence is the best way to restrict Diavolo, Bulkesso will not do that.
Even when the powerful mage Jotun Kule planned to overstep his authority, Bulkaiso would stop him.
People who care about this kind of thing will never give it up.
Guys who don't care don't care at all.
And Bulkesso is obviously the former!
"Affect you? Will you become a devil?
Even if you have such an idea, you will not have such a chance!
Diavolo is losing control of the Shadowfang!
He doesn't have enough power to corrupt you now. "
Bulcasso's voice sounded in the heart of the Dream God!
Deafening!
Diavolo's soul still has a noble essence, but so what?
Who has a soul that is not noble?
"But I will be part of the fear, and the connection between you and me will be the bridge through which he takes the power from you."
The Dream God was a little frank in a rare moment.
It's easier to be frank when facing barbarians.
These guys don't like complicated things, and their solutions to problems are generally quite simple.
It's just the simplest way. Bulcaisuo has chosen to give up.
"Then let him do it."
After saying these words, Bulcaisu stopped paying attention to what happened in the Dark Soul Stone.
Diavolo doesn't have much chance of winning. Being able to hide himself in the Dark Soul Stone is the most likely thing to happen.
But when the power of hope emerged in Kanai's hands, it became extremely difficult for Diavolo to achieve his goal.
Now it’s time to deal with other issues!
Such as Rorschach's will, and the city beneath his feet!
The power of lies is spreading, but it is also gathering in small numbers.
It seems that the guy who did this is not a simple madman, he must have some more profound plan!
…
In S.H.I.E.L.D., Constantine’s attitude towards Norman Osborn is much better than towards Nick Fury!
If there is any guy in this world who is more like a savior, then any hero fits this identity better than Constantine.
But when it comes to who is most likely to save the world, Constantine's name will already be at the forefront.
This guy's mind is too complicated.
"Constantine, you are not the kind of being who cannot be killed now, are you?"
Nick Fury threatens Constantine with a shotgun in his hand.
Generally speaking, it is more dangerous for the weak to threaten the "strong", but Constantine has never had any consciousness about the "strong".
He is used to being weak, and even the way he fights is more inclined to "defeat the strong with the weak."
Even though he now has some strength, this almost instinctive thing still hasn't left his body.
"Huh? Director Nick Fury. If you plan to threaten me to achieve any of your goals, then with all due respect...
It would be more convenient for you to pay me directly. "
The smile on Constantine's face was not very pretty, a bit like a twisted devil.
Maybe he is a devil himself, and he doesn't do most of the things that people should do.
For those who are not in most of this category, the only things left are eating, sleeping and reproducing.
But even in the area of reproduction, Constantine didn't do very well.
"How much do you want?"
Nick Fury banged the table with the butt of the gun in his hand.
A small means of negotiation, declaring one's sovereignty and so on.
Constantine might be able to understand this thing, but even if he did, he wouldn't care.
When "Satan" still existed, it wasn't like he had never dealt with that guy.
“The money I want is different from what you can give me.
I'm sure you don't want to hear what's going on.
But you will definitely ask, that’s the kind of guy you are.
I feel uncomfortable not knowing something that cannot be known. "
Constantine teased Nick Fury.
And Nick Fury was expressionless.
When has the King of Secret Agents ever cared about what others think of him?
The answer is no.
“Soul, the money I want is soul.
To fulfill my...well, not-so-great conjecture. "
Constantine glanced at Norman Osborn as he spoke.
But that look was a bit like ogling.
This guy is aloof and has no gender standards when choosing a mate.
He doesn't even care if the other half is human.
"The truth about the Nephalem's power?"
Nick Fury asked an interesting question.
How do the nephalem keep getting stronger through fighting?
Nick Fury has learned from others that constant fighting and killing enemies makes you stronger.
This doesn't sound like normal gameplay.
Maybe that's because they devoured the souls of the killed guys, and to achieve this was none other than the bloodline filled with rage!
If this is the truth, then it makes sense that the ancestral spirits cannot become stronger.
Without blood, just the soul can still use the power it once had, but it has lost the channel to absorb the soul.
This conjecture seems interesting.
“It’s cool, I just wanted to try out what soul represents to me.
To put it bluntly, I am the only one who has become a Nephalem through my own efforts.
Although the source of power in my body does not seem to be a very popular one, it does not prevent me from exploring the power. "
Constantine seemed to be speaking frankly, but his eyes were still looking at Norman Osborn.
Obviously this can no longer be regarded as a hint, but Norman Osborn still doesn't know what Constantine wants from him.
"Also, the soul is definitely not useless to angels and demons.
If there was ever a point where I was caught, even close to being killed.
I thought maybe angels and demons would let me go because I paid the ransom.
Isn’t it good to be alive? "
When Constantine said this, he kept winking at Norman Osborne.
If his face could be as big as three or four stories high, he would be able to give a "death wink" to this rhythm.
It doesn't seem to be a problem to set off a storm in the blink of an eye.
"Angels and demons can solve my genetic disease?"
Norman Osborne couldn't help but chime in.
“Of course, I’ve never heard of angels and demons having genetic diseases.
But even if it does, it has nothing to do with us.
We don’t know anyway. "
Constantine's eyes narrowed as he said this, as if he was smiling.
But Nick Fury felt a strong sense of malice.
Did this guy mean something?
Or has my secret been discovered?
Nick Fury started brainstorming alone without any change in his expression.
I have to say that Nick Fury is very smart, or there is no problem with being thick-skinned.
Anyway, this guy is the kind of guy who doesn't care even if he dies in society.
"Can you get blood samples from angels and demons?"
Norman asked directly about this and the slightly dangerous topic.
I have to say that Norman is a very good person, and he found the right way to deal with Constantine almost in a short time.
If you have something to say, talk about the reward.
Is it enough? Constantine will re-quote.
"Well, not every angel bleeds. I don't think it's possible to determine what is flowing out of their wounds.
But the devil must have blood, although most of the time it is black and sticky as if it can be directly ignited.
But I'm sure it's blood. At least you can see things like red blood cells under a microscope, although maybe they have to be called black blood cells? "1
Constantine pointed at Nick Fury intentionally or unintentionally when he spoke.
Although the movement was very natural, both Norman and Nick Fury could understand it.
There is nothing subtle about this action.
Nick Fury had the urge to change the race for a moment, and his face turned a little dark.
Well, it goes without saying that his research on demons was definitely exposed.
A guy like Constantine can definitely do something like sell this news for money.
But it's not that serious. After all, it's research, so I don't shiver.
"Then what's the deal between me and you?"
Norman took a deep breath before speaking slowly.
He had almost made his decision.
Nick Fury's face darkened.
Is he the chosen next director of SHIELD to be cut off by Constantine?
"Ahem!
Of course, the best purpose of a transaction is a win-win situation.
I need souls, wait! Don't refuse in a hurry, I will give you the techniques and plans for collecting souls.
And I will provide you with blood that contains the power of angels and demons at the same time!
How is this condition?
To be honest, there are definitely not many targets in this world who can get this kind of blood.
Especially if you don't have much power, the one on me is probably the only one you can get. "
Constantine said calmly.
"Norman, I have a detailed file here about Constantine.
I think you need to take a look.
Cooperating with this guy is a bit more dangerous than trying to get skin from a tiger. "
Nick Fury knocked on the table, attracting the attention of both parties.
"Haha, of course. It's quite dangerous to cooperate with me.
Because I'm the last one to die.
My teammates will definitely die in front of me,
How do you say that?
When being chased by a beast, you don't need to run faster than the beast, as long as you are faster than your companions, it is enough.
This may be selfish.
But I can be the winner in the end, right? "
Constantine glanced at Nick Fury, who finally opened his eyes at this time.
The divine light in his eyes made Nick Fury recognize the guy in front of him again.
John Constantine is no longer a necromancer who can be knocked unconscious by gangsters in a sneak attack, but a self-reliant Nephalem!
This is the threat of Hongguoguo!
"This is not enough!
If it's just Nephalem blood, I have Rumlow and Steve here, especially Steve.
If he knew about Mr. Norman, he would never mind having his blood studied! "
Nick Fury said this, looking like he was fighting for benefits for Norman Osborn.
"Huh? Are you serious? Do you dare to swear with your intact eye that Steve will agree to you studying his blood?"
"I swear……"
"Wait, just talking is useless. I have a contract here, the technology I learned from the devil. Nick Fury, do you dare to sign your name on it?"
"Can!"
Nick Fury took out a pen from nowhere and looked like I was going to sign immediately.
"Wait a moment, I haven't finished speaking yet.
Just the thing about Steve 'definitely' letting you study his blood.
Surely 'Steve' refers to the one we all know?
Mr. Steve Rogers, who once served as Captain America, is now a Nephalem and a Crusader by profession.
His lover is Ms. Peggy Carter, the founder of SHIELD. With all due respect, Ms. Carter is still your immediate boss. "
Constantine stated a series of qualifications.
Um, I should say it's a supplementary explanation.
After all, if Nick Fury found a guy named Steve, he would have found a loophole in the contract.
And when it comes to exploiting vulnerabilities, Constantine is the expert. Even the devils in the past can't defeat him.
Things like selling his soul to three families are what made him famous.
What Constantine said turned into words and appeared on the contract, and then Constantine pushed the contract in the direction of Nick Fury.
The pen in Nick Fury's hand hit the table and broke the nib.
"Well, that's obviously not his intention."
Constantine spread his hands and spoke to Norman Osborne.
"This contract...fuck! Why is there a thorn in it!"
Nick Fury reached for the contract and found that his blood was dripping on it.
Mephisto, who likes to talk business, likes to play tricks, and the effectiveness of his blood is much stronger than before...
"I really didn't expect that Nick Fury would actually dare to sign this contract. I'm impressed by you~
mu~ma! "
A blowing kiss, paired with Nick Fury’s ugly face.
This negotiation cannot be said to be a battle of brain capacity, but a battle about the bottom line and the bottom line.
It wasn't until this moment that Nick Fury truly realized that the guy in front of him was no longer the bastard he could easily kill before.
"Amazing!"
Norman Osborne let out a long breath!
Is the struggle between old cunts and stinky gangsters the mainstream among these agents?
Norman Osborn begins to doubt whether he is up to the task of director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
He is not afraid of playing tricks, but he really doesn't have much experience playing with the lower limit.
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