"Ahhhhh~"
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 thunder 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.
Maybe 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 him.
"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 for you to recover? "
Constantine's tone was still gentle, but there seemed to be something wrong with the expression on his face.
That expression symbolized danger, or that he had already planned something, and he didn't even care about his plan 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 long-term combat mission. To put it bluntly, it is just a short-term raid.
As long as the few teams that went out conveyed the news back, the large army would move in the direction of the hammer.
At this time, even if everyone's dry food was gathered together, it probably wouldn't be enough for Nanase to eat.
This guy can eat people directly.
"Well, let me think about it.
Maybe you just need energy? So Nanase, do you want to taste my blood?
When you were lying behind me, those sharp teeth gently bit my neck. That stimulation is still unforgettable to me~"
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 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 revive him, the easiest way is to borrow someone else's medicine bottle and try it. "
Tony suspected that Constantine planned to turn the shark into a nephalem, so he could only tell 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 like he was not the one who severely injured Nanase before.
It's not that Craig is trying to shirk this responsibility, but that he really hasn't taken it to heart.
The immortal person actually doesn't have too much respect 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 really saddened him.
"Okay, if everything goes well, a team will be back soon to deliver the news.
How about we guess which side gets the job done 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. There seems to be someone else with him, but it's not a member of the team."
Tony said as he glanced at the monitor he brought.
On the monitor was the general location of each team, which Tony had prepared in advance.
Even the most privacy-conscious people didn't comment on this, but just put on a small gadget like a bracelet.
Anyway, after the mission is over, it will be destroyed by each of them, and no one else has any ideas.
Although Wayne just took the bracelet away, he didn't put it on his wrist.
Wayne suspected that Tony had mastered nanotechnology and that wearing the bracelet would leave something in his body.
"What about Wayne and Jason Todd? Don't think they will be defeated by the demons on the road.
Although the exploring teams are not very powerful, they do not lack the ability to escape danger. "
Hawkeye asked disdainfully.
He has a strong sense of identification with the identity of Nephalem.
The 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 to be respected.
Especially being 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. 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 have called me when you were about to set off.
During 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 bit of dissatisfaction.
It's not that he developed arrogance after becoming powerful.
His strength is nothing to be arrogant about.
The barbarian ancestors he saw every day were stronger than him, and even Cassius, the boxing master, came to him to relax after learning about his recovery.
arrogant?
Craig has never been arrogant, it's just that he really wants 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 rules on eating.
It’s already very difficult to eat a full meal… Still thinking about the commandments?
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 truly alpha demons 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 are we all here not 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 him all these years was gone, he didn't think that his wife's soul had also dissipated.
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 aura coming from the hammer?"
Tony asked eagerly, as if something suddenly occurred to him.
He himself is not a Nephalem, but he has done a lot of research and analysis out of defense 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.
Each of these guys acted like berserkers when facing the Nephalem.
"I can feel it, but the position of the hammer keeps moving in my perception. This is not normal."
Craig looked at Tony before giving the answer.
His attitude was obviously that he didn't like Tony very much, but he still told the information directly.
Maybe this is because of his respect for technology?
Tony frowned and directly enlarged and projected the surveillance screen of Meimeng Prison.
Above is the motionless hammer, which can generate tremendous pressure just by looking at it.
This should not be fake.
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 to watch, but it’s still the kind where I can’t change the channel.
"He's still where he is, at least that's what the surveillance shows."
Tony seemed a little nervous.
Whose judgment should I trust?
Nephalem's sense of breath? Or do you believe in high technology?
"We can only rely on the exploration team. They should be able to bring back valuable information."
Natasha saw that the atmosphere had become strange again, and she could only come out to adjust again.
Natasha had always done this kind of thing before, but now she felt a little tired of it.
Maybe it was because she became more powerful that she had 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 had turned their muzzles and pointed them at him.
This posture is a bit scary. What ordinary person can remain indifferent in this situation?
And Bloodsport itself is an easily excitable character.
“Hey, can you climb out quickly?
I'm hungry now and I'm covered in flesh and blood and 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? That they dispersed?"
Tony asked a little urgently, his tone seemed to be pressing, but he wasn't 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 very politely, and pointed at the surrounding forts.
Although this guy is quite responsible, in the final analysis he is also a rather proud and unruly guy.
This kind of performance cannot be imitated by demons, and ordinary demons do not have this level of wisdom.
"Technically speaking, it's a cannon, but...it's okay."
Tony waved his hand, and the turrets turned around.
Maybe it was a gesture, or maybe it was 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.
She is not very powerful in combat, but she can control rats and can communicate with rats to a certain extent. "
After Bloodsport climbed out, he pulled the second generation of Rat Catcher out of the passage and introduced him along the way.
"Zhizhizhi~"
The little mouse wearing a vest jumped on the back of Bloodsport and shouted dissatisfiedly.
Such movements make Bloody Sports' body become very stiff...
He is still afraid of rats.
"This is Sebastian, a, uh, rat that can turn into a porcupine."
Bloodsport introduced 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 monks.
Karashim was a strong man after the Nephalem unlocked his talent after the explosion of the World Stone, and he didn't know much about the wire-haired rat.
But Vandaloni is an older monk than Bulcasso, and these little guys can be seen everywhere in his secret realm.
"Is this guy considered a devil?"
As Natasha spoke, she adjusted her position slightly 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 squeezing the little mouse to death.
"Are you here to rescue the Dream Prison? I want to ask, do you have food?
If not, would you mind if I find a place to sleep? "
The second-generation ratcatcher gently reached out and took her little friend back from Craig's hand, speaking her truest thoughts.
If there was nothing to eat now, then what he wanted to do most was to sleep well.
It's not hibernation, it's just rest.
The mouse catcher never needs a fixed resting place. As long as she turns on her equipment for a while, the mice 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 that big guy in Dream Prison?"
Tony looked at the position of the hammer on the monitor and asked the second generation Ratcatcher.
The Ratcatcher's information had already appeared in Tony's sight when Bloodsport was introduced.
Maybe these little mice can provide some information.
