332 Two Ancient Nephalem Ghosts (10,000-Word Chapter)

"Wake up from the dim world, I hope this world is still worthy of your trust!"

Bul-Katho stood in front of the Nephalem Stone and chanted softly.

It wasn't a spell, just a greeting from an ancient Nephalem ghost awakening.

How do you greet an ancient Nephalem ghost?

Even if you replace it with "Have you eaten?" it will have the same effect, but it will look less solemn.

Just saying hello, but this place needs to be a little more serious.

As Bulcasso's words fell, a lonely, distinctive stone pillar gently emitted light.

Then a dancing soul gradually appeared.

"Man, it seems like I haven't seen you in a while."

Orek, the name of the Nephalem ghost.

No one knows what the nephalem ghost's profession is or where he was born.

When Orek woke up for the first time, he said this:

"Only the most powerful Nephalem can enter these secret realms, and only they can wake me from my slumber."

"I was silent in the darkness for many years until you came. But you are different from your ancestors, right?"

Who was the first person to awaken the soul of Orek?

Anyway, Bulcaisel knew that at that time, he was far from being called "the most powerful".

Even though he was powerful enough at that time.

Orek's words seemed quite intimate, but the cold tone in his voice did not mean any intimacy at all.

"Oleke, are you still unwilling to tell me who woke you up at that time?"

After Bulcaisuo finished speaking, he quietly looked at Orek in front of him.

The illusory soul did not change at all under the power of the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.

Orek is not a barbarian, but he may be even more ancient.

Of course Bulcaisuo's awakening of Orek's soul was not just for boredom. He needed the help of a soul, and Orek was the channel that could contact that guy.

"Bulkess, why are you always curious about this question? Couldn't the secret realm of honing your skills make you give up that idea?"

The secret realm controlled by Orek is no longer the only option in the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.

But there is something different after all.

The secret realm he mastered represented more sophisticated combat techniques and more powerful enemies.

But for Bulkesso's question, Oleike obviously didn't intend to give any more answers.

But Bulcasso will know the answer to this question.

Even in some barbarian ways!

"Ourek, we can also open the secret realm. Now I have the qualifications to know all that. Moreover, we have never been as stingy as you. You have always only shown the secret realm to those Nephalem who are powerful enough. "

Bulcaisuo's tone was full of dissatisfaction, and his eyes were fixed on Orek.

With his body tense, he seemed to be waving the weapon in his hand at the next moment and hitting Orek's head hard.

That’s enough gossip!

"I know, I saw you sending those weak little guys who are not even ants into the secret realm, watching them overcome their shortcomings, and then walk out of here with joy."

Orek looked directly into Bulcaisel's eyes, and the next moment, strong emotions flashed in his eyes.

The secret realm mastered by the barbarians on the sacred mountain of Harrogath has not escaped Orek's perception.

"But, what you are doing is wrong! Compared with everything in the secret realm and the real big devil, do you think it is inferior? Of course not, the shadows of those demons are even stronger than the actual bodies of those demons. It’s just that the secret realm is a place for training after all.”

Oleike was still talking about him, trying to get over the previous problem.

"Jordon Kule?"

Bulcaisel said the name directly.

Bulcasso had already guessed who the person who awakened Orek was.

Only Joltun Kule could claim to be the most powerful Nephalem at that time.

Zoltun Kule is a very wise Nephalem, a mage, and a unique being who combines blood and knowledge.

Jotun Kule is definitely not a bad person, he just wants to awaken mankind by any means necessary and make the Nephalem a god above angels and demons.

For this reason, the Horadrim racked their brains and tried their best to cut him into pieces, seal him, and hide him in various secret places.

Why did the Horadrim bother to take down a powerful Nephalem?

After summoning Zoltun Kule, he would tell the nephalem the truth about many things.

While wandering around the sanctuary, many people told Bulcaisel what to do.

Whether it's killing demons or going somewhere to save someone.

But it was always Jotun Kule who kept giving his advice, but he always acted harsh and mean.

Just as Jotun Kule told Bul-Katho, the Nephalem were just being used by them, and each of them had their own purposes.

"You can keep guessing, keep searching. But you're not going to get the answer from me."

Bulcaisel looked at Orek in front of him, his body was trembling continuously.

He felt that he was close to the truth!

Jotun Kule is a super Nephalem with infinite wisdom and powerful magic!

But when he was dealt with, he appeared very fragile.

Not to mention that Bul-Kathos didn't use all his strength at that time, even Cormac was wondering, how could a being who was exaggerated to be comparable to the Seven Demon Kings be so vulnerable?

Is it just because he has just been resurrected?

There is indeed a connection between Zoltun Kule and Orek! This is the most important thing!

"What is Zoltun Kule's purpose? What is the connection between him and Lasma?"

Bul-Kathos asked.

This is not the question that Orek never mentioned, and Orek may be the one who knows these things best.

At least Volusk and Reko have no way to answer this question.

Zoltun Kule existed before that Kanai!

Even now, no one would think that Zoltun Kule has disappeared!

"Didn't you know his purpose a long time ago? Let Nephalem become a god, above angels and demons."

Orek said calmly, as if he was telling a story.

"That's all?"

Bul-Kathos was a little skeptical.

This doesn't seem like a conspiracy, but more like a grand wish.

But if it was just for this, Zoltun Kule would not have been cut into pieces and sealed!

"That's all? You use this to describe this matter? It violates the will of the High Heaven and invites the source of the malice of the Hell Demon King."

Oleg looked at Bul-Kathos with some dissatisfaction in his eyes.

It seemed that in his eyes, Bul-Kathos was still an immature young man, and he would not look at those things with the eyes of an "adult" at all.

"I am the winner and their leader. Now I have such strength!"

Bul-Kathos limited his power to a small enough range and showed it without reservation.

He was showing his current power to this ancient Nephalem ghost who had been sleeping for a long time.

Destroyed the souls of Azmodan and Duriel! Absorbed the status of the Archangel of Courage!

Obtained the trophy of Devouring from the battle and received the gift of time!

Bul-Kathos is already the strongest, and now is the time to let Orek, the real old guy, understand this!

"Now, am I qualified?"

Bul-Kathos used his spirit to wash the illusory soul in front of him, speaking word by word!

Bul-Kathos needed more truth, and hoped that the soul of Zoltun Kule, who was hiding in some corner, would appear and bring more news.

"Perhaps, you are already the most powerful, but are you still a Nephalem, Bul-Kathos?"

Oleg's voice was full of sarcasm.

Is a being with various powers mixed in his body still a Nephalem?

This kind of question is not something Bul-Kathos would consider.

What he is and what he is not, these things are all determined by his will!

"You shouldn't ask such questions when you call me Bul-Kathos. Now, let me ask you one last question, where is Zoltun Kule!?"

Bul-Kathos's hand was already on the weapon at his waist.

A soul can be killed.

And that moment represents the freedom of the soul!

Whether it is just or evil!

Just like the sun, whether it is just or evil, it will fall on people!

"I once said that you will understand in time! Now, do you understand, Bul-Kathos?"

Behind Oleg, the upright Nephalem stele exuded a gentle glow.

A golden portal slowly rotated from several golden lights and appeared in front of Bul-Kathos.

The soul of a tall wizard passed through the portal little by little, and waves of indescribable breath were spreading over the entire Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

The wizard came here with a strong mana that was enough to disperse everything, and with the power brought by profound knowledge!

Only when he hit you hard with his staff, you can truly feel the weight of knowledge!

"Zoltun Kule! How long are you going to hide it from me? Are you waiting for the day when I turn into a soul and stay on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath?"

Bul-Kathos drew the weapon from his waist, and the blade pointed directly at Zoltun Kule's eyes.

But Zoltun Kule still said in a frivolous and annoying tone:

"No, no, no! Bul-Kathos. You have to know that a soul like you that is almost split in two cannot appear on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath."

Zoltun Kule shook and closed the portal on the Nephalem Stone Tablet.

He walked towards Bul-Kathos in front without stopping, even though the sharp tip of the knife was in front of him!

As Zoltun Kule moved forward, the weapon stained with countless demon blood turned into gravel bit by bit and dissipated in front of Zoltun Kule.

When Zoltun Kule stood in front of Bul-Kathos, the weapon also completely dissipated.

"An interesting trick, you seem to have known that I would choose to appear? Bul-Kathos?"

Zoltun Kule looked at Bul-Kathos and said with a smile.

The weapon was not a legend, but just a long sword that could be seen everywhere.

If it was a precious thing, even Zoltun Kule would not easily turn the weapon into a handful of gravel.

Although there was a hint of doubt in his tone, both Bul-Katho and he knew very well that this was the case.

"So, the Nephalem, who knows a lot but only speaks vaguely, can be called the great Jotun Kule. Do you have any new suggestions for me now?"

Bulkesso said with a sarcastic tone to Jotun Kule in front of him.

Jotun Kule has reminded Bulkatho countless times, or in other words, he has reminded all the Nephalem countless times!

“Beware of the witch and the archangel.

You have no idea who the girl next to you is.

I have had many titles, but I have never been a liar. "

Jotun Kule told Bulcaisuo very early on about Adelia's danger, reminding her of Leah's identity!

He even said that he had never been called a liar as a warning!

As for being careful with archangels, Bulcaisel hasn't experienced anything related to that yet.

If anything, it was probably the moment Tyrael detonated the Worldstone!

"Huh? Let me think."

Jotun Kule raised his hand to hold his chin and spoke slowly, as if he was deep in thought.

"Join me. As long as we unite, we can rule all mankind? How about this sentence?"

Jotun Kule said with a somewhat meaningful smile on his face.

"You still haven't given up your ambition? Now you can't even be resurrected. Your body and your blood have long since come to this world with us to say goodbye to you forever."

Burcasso frowned, took out a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

Rule the world?

No Nephalem hero has ever thought this way.

That’s arrogant and arrogant.

Bulkesso knew that Jotun Kule had other things to say.

"So, how about making this world the home of the Nephalem? Or are you going to listen to the new words I came up with over a long period of time to mock people like you?"

Jotun Kule said casually.

Then with a wave of his hand, Orek's soul was stuffed into the Nephalem pillar.

"Jordon Kule, let's get down to business! I want to open a secret realm that is vast enough to allow the high-level heaven and the burning hell to enter together! Then take a more crucial step!

Now I need your and Orek's help! Of course, regardless of whether you will help me or not, I will do it! "

Bulkesso looked at Jotun Kule in front of him and finally became serious.

The power in his body was like a tide rushing over Jotun Kule in front of him.

"Sure, why not? That's what you want, isn't it?"

Jotun Kule's words made the blood vessels on Burqaso's forehead bulge.

To him, this sentence was comparable to what the businessman in Calada who bought the lucky bag with blood rock fragments said, "This is a good thing, can I get it back?"

This is a mockery to every Nephalem who has ever fought in the secret realm!

"You have several days to think and understand the world. The next time I ask you, I hope you can give me the answer I want."

Burkaiso gave Jotun Kule one last deep look, and then threw a stone in his hand to Jotun Kule.

There is the foundation of this secret realm, which contains the carrier of part of Tyrell's will.

"That's really interesting. Give me time to learn about the world? You want me to make a plan for the world, right?"

Jotun Kule silently put away the stone, and finally lowered his sarcastic lips.

Jotun Kule is, after all, just a loser on the road to becoming stronger.

No matter how much knowledge and infinite magic power he had, he still failed.

After there is no chance of resurrection, how can he still have the qualifications to let Bulcasso join his plan?

A ghost, wandering alone in this world.

Only Bulkatho, a kin who seemed to be beyond the scope of Nephalem, had enough power to help him, as for Johanna.

Jotun Kule twitched the corner of his mouth and did not intend to continue to comment.

A Crusader who has placed all its strength and spirit on a set of legends, even if it takes a powerful step in the footsteps of Bulcaisel, it still cannot escape from the innate prison.

…

At the foot of the Holy Mountain, Leah's figure was walking step by step.

She didn't bring the Heavenly Hammer with her, so every step she took was a little difficult.

The power of original sin was given by Diavolo himself, and Leia was unable to resist her other father.

Even if the soul is noble, what can it do?

Without power, all loftiness can only be remembered.

Leia, whose will was shrouded in Diavolo, was manipulated like a puppet on strings.

She has been on a set path since she was born.

Never freed.

"Hey~"

Leah's throat made a sound similar to the sound made when an old-fashioned blower breaks.

She hadn't spoken for too long.

Wanting to talk has become a strange experience for her.

"Hey girl. What's wrong with you?"

A gypsy woman driving a car stopped next to Leah with her three or four-year-old child.

With some vigilance, but the cautious care can still be heard in the voice.

The woman's name is Nadya, and her child's name is Danny.

There is no other name for it.

This woman suffered an accident a few days ago.

My son developed an abnormally high fever.

Then fell into a coma.

What could a poor gypsy woman do?

After a series of not-so-fair ways, she got a lot of money, but she still couldn't revive her son.

She had acquired the car through dishonorable means on the road, and they had to rely on it to get to their next destination.

Leah is her target, and she puts on a good persona.

The purpose is just to get some belongings from Leah to survive this difficult journey.

"Hugh~I~I need some help."

Leah's body struggled to speak a word under Diavolo's control.

Then he looked at Nadya and her son with his dark eyes.

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These two people were not ordinary people. Diavolo felt a familiar smell on the sleeping child.

That's from his brother Mephisto!

Although it is just a trace of smell, there is no consciousness at all.

But Diablo was still interested.

Of course he knew that his brother had turned into pure origin and power in the hands of another brother and became someone else's property.

But curiosity has nothing to do with that.

"Well, we can take you to the nearest city, but..."

When Nadya looked at Leah, she instinctively felt danger.

But there are many dangerous things, and everything she did in her past life was dancing on the edge of danger.

Nadya was used to this feeling.

Especially Leah, who doesn't look powerful at all.

Nadya could only regard the uneasiness in her heart as her own illusion.

People like her have done countless bad things. Although there are no serious evil deeds, they have nothing to do with kindness.

"Then, thank you, I will pay you."

Leah stuttered.

This also satisfied Nadya's feelings.

As for where to go after getting in the car?

That is not up to Nadya, an ordinary person.

Leah gently opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

Then he frowned.

Soul Eater Johnny Blaze is coming in this direction, which makes Leah a little unhappy.

Even though Johnny lost that part of Zatanos' power, he still had an obsession with Mephisto, who gave him the power of Ghost Rider.

And there is a deep connection between this woman named Nadya and the child named Danny, and Mephisto, the king of hell.

Danny is the child of the devil, and Nadya used her body to exchange life from the devil.

However, the hell monarch was sent to Constantine's body by the demon who occupied hell a few days ago.

At this time, Danny was fighting with the broken demon's soul in his own consciousness.

This was an unequal battle. If the situation at that time hadn't left the demon's soul with only a few fragments left, it would have been impossible for a child to persist in the hands of the demon for such a long time.

Now Johnny is coming.

And Leia, as the original sin, will not let a mere Soul Eater disturb her plan!

Waves of dark power spread after she got into the car, turning the car into a cage of fear.

After blocking all this, Leah looked at Nadya with her dark eyes.

"Head for that mountain!"

Leah had already adapted to the feeling of speaking, and these words were irresistible.

Nadya already knew that she was in trouble. She was good at assessing the situation and drove the vehicle according to Leah's instructions without saying a word.

Leah is boarding Harrogath!

Diavolo wanted to see if Bulcaisel could still make that choice when faced with Leah's soul.

When he beheaded Leah's body, Bulcaisel's regretful moans still lingered in his mind.

This time, can Bulcaisel still wield the weapon unswervingly?

This is Leah's last chance for redemption. If her soul is shattered, everything will be a foregone conclusion!

Johnny the Soul Eater has lost track of Danny in the direction the car came from!

A skull head kept spinning in all directions, trying to find any clues.

But this is impossible!

The power of Original Sin is not on the same level as the power of Soul Eater!

But he found something even more interesting!

That direction is New York!

Where S.H.I.E.L.D. is located!

…

"Ms. Liz Salman, are you satisfied now?"

Nick Fury looked at Li Zi in front of him with a dark face. Next to him was Hellboy who had just been rolled out of the laboratory.

"Boy!"

Lizzy didn't respond to Nick Fury, and even ignored Dugan who was smoking a cigar, and fell directly into Hellboy's arms!

"Ahem! Lizzy, what's wrong with me?"

Hellboy was awakened by this pounce.

Even if an ordinary person undergoes surgery, it is impossible for him to wake up within a short period of time.

But the half-demon blood gave Hellboy a stronger body, and he woke up.

The painful memory in my mind is recovering bit by bit!

"Damn it! Ghost Rider!"

The two horns on Hellboy's head returned to their original appearance in an instant, and a ball of hell's flames was burning!

The Hell Lords who held power in Hell had become Baal's nourishment at this time. Those insignificant fragments of power were meaningless to pure Baal.

So the ownerless fragments all gathered towards Hellboy, who inherited the blood of the Hell Lord!

"Ghost Rider? Are you talking about Johnny Blaze?"

Nick Fury asked directly, completely ignoring the rising temperature on Hellboy.

His voice seemed to have a power that could calm people down.

After a flash of golden light in Hellboy's eyes, he regained his consciousness.

It was King Arthur's blood that was helping him.

Half-demon is also half-human, and human blood comes from a legendary king.

At this time, he began to slowly adapt to his suddenly stronger power.

"That guy was hit by a hammer, and the next moment he started slaughtering us! Not with the damn Eye of Judgment, but with waves of ominous black flames that burned everyone he could see into ashes!"

Hellboy said with deep hatred.

The power on his body unconsciously spread to the surroundings, and everyone thought of the person they hated the most at this time.

That was the power of hell taking effect!

"Anu!"

Nick Fury called out the name of Hellboy, forcing the big guy to calm down.

At this time, in a secret place that no one knew, Nick Fury's forehead was already sweating.

Nick Fury is a warrior who has experienced many battles, and his will is strong enough!

"I got the gift of hell? This is not a gift, but a relic?"

Hellboy finally noticed the changes in his body and shouted with horror!

Hell has been squeezed of all nutrients by the Burning Hell!

The hell of this world is dead!

Only the lifeless wreckage is still there, setting off the sin of the Burning Hell!

"What did you say?"

Nick Fury was a little unbelievable.

He finally believed in the existence of hell and heaven, and now someone actually said that hell left a relic?

"Hell will die too?"

Dugan said slowly with an attitude of indifference.

The existence or non-existence of hell is meaningless to him.

Veterans don't care where they go after death. That's not what they should think about now.

"I think we probably need some help from professionals."

Nick Fury muttered to himself.

Then he felt a headache.

Where can he find a guy who can go to hell to find out the truth?

So he turned his attention to Hellboy, who was hugging Lizzie in front of him.

"Boy, don't think about that. What we should do is revenge!"

Lizzie grabbed Hellboy's burning horns, ignored the high temperature and turned his head over, looking at her.

The excitement of emotions made Lizzie's body burn with flames.

Fortunately, she was still trying her best to control her emotions and didn't let the flames completely turn S.H.I.E.L.D. into the past.

"The power of Ghost Rider is daunting, Lizzie. Can you understand how I feel? My body is shaking, I'm afraid!"

Hellboy said with some disbelief.

Even though he felt that his power was above that of the Ghost Rider, he still couldn't stop the fear that filled his whole body!

"You won't be afraid. No matter what terrible enemy you faced back then, you were never afraid!"

Lizzie put her nose on the bridge of Hellboy's nose.

There was no barrier between his eyes except for the eyelashes.

The high temperature on Hellboy's body began to subside little by little!

At this time, he was the hell of this world!

He was qualified to control all the power in his body!

At least there was no problem in transforming into a normal human appearance.

The power of the hell monarchs such as Satanis, Nightmare, and Prince Lucifer turned into part of the authority and merged into Hellboy's body.

At this time, he was no longer the insignificant baron.

He was the seed of hell that reappeared!

Even though he was more used to the title of Hellboy.

This was at least better than the seed of hell.

"It's an honor, Lizzie, you have never given me a positive evaluation."

The red skin on Hellboy's body faded little by little, and his huge body shrank little by little.

Even the indestructible stone hand has become the size of a normal human.

The horns on his head are tightly attached to his scalp and extend to the back of his head.

The hair that has grown hides the horns. At this time, Hellboy still maintains a face that is 70% similar to the original one.

But from the appearance, he is already a human.

Just put on a leather glove to hide the stone hand.

"As long as pain does not make people crazy, it will bring growth."

Dugan took off the cigar in his mouth and said slowly.

"Now, let's go find some helpers. We need more power."

A cunning light flashed in Hellboy's eyes.

After inheriting the fragments of those hell lords, he has grown more than just strength!

"So, who are you going to seek help from?"

Nick Fury looked at Hellboy in front of him and said with a hopeful tone.

"Captain America, and the barbarians we fought with in London at that time. They are strong enough and worthy of being relied on!"

Hellboy said without hesitation, and hugged Li Zi tightly in his arms.

A human being cannot accept a half-demon alien as a partner, and that's not because one of them is a monster.

It's because we can't walk down the street together, hold hands through jewelry stores, and enjoy the sweetness of shopping in clothing stores.

Even the two monsters couldn't enjoy lunch or dinner in any restaurant.

Now, the couple can appear anywhere.

Now Hellboy can deal with Lizzy's power that goes out of control with her emotions!

There is no other obstacle between the lovers, only a common enemy standing in front of them!

"Are you coming to our wedding? The director of SHIELD and the leader of the Howling Commandos?"

Hellboy said to Nick Fury and Dugan with grace.

"We have already lost my father's participation in our wedding, but I don't want our wedding to have no guests at all."

Hellboy pressed Lizzy's head in his arms and spoke softly.

He and Lizzy were the only ones left in BPRD.

Two lonely monsters can't stay alone forever.

"I will make time to go. SHIELD's plane can take off at any time."

Nick Fury turned around and left the passage outside the laboratory.

Agent Hill, who was recording the conversation, was then taken away from the scene around a corner.

"Director, what you did violated the rules."

Agent Hill spoke without mercy.

"So will you tell the Security Council about this?"

Nick Fury said without looking back.

"Just this once."

After Agent Hill finished speaking, he neatly went to make arrangements for the plane.

Hellboy is dead and Lizzy Salman is under the control of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Hilter will report his work to the Security Council this way.

…

Hell's Kitchen is always busier than other places at night.

Especially since they picked up some weird rings.

Following the color of the ring, these street scum spontaneously divided into two groups, and then started fighting.

Every person killed will turn into a ray of light and fly towards the hand of the person who killed him.

There has been chaos among the gangs.

Frank, who had just returned to his wife and daughter from death, was enjoying the warmth of home for a long time.

Even though the ring on his hand has started to send out constant reminders.

How could the apostle of death escape from death's crazy revenge on the life of the world?

Frank suppressed the trembling in his arms and ate the soup that his wife brought to his mouth with a spoon with a smile.

Jill looked at this sweet home with an innocent smile.

The family is enjoying themselves happily, but the indelible sadness is still spreading quietly.

The gift of death seems like a mockery.

The living and the dead are in the same room, and the grief under that love will only make Frank's determination stronger.

He wants to become stronger, so strong that he can replace death!

He couldn't bear that his family would be dragged into that country by death when he opened his eyes one day, nor could he accept that he couldn't feel the slightest warmth from the faces of his wife and daughter.

"Dingling bell~"

Frank's phone rang, but he hung up without even looking at it.

Then continue to enjoy the warmth of this moment with your family.

"Frank, don't do this."

Frank's wife said in a complaining tone.

The sadness in his eyes was clearly discernible.

Frank looked at his wife's face, but always avoided her eyes.

He slowly picked up the phone and planned to call back.

But the call came again.

Frank frowned as he looked at the caller ID, then hung up again.

"My dear, this is my old comrade. Every time he comes to me, it means countless troubles. At least today, let me finish this meal with you."

Frank said in a pleading tone.

Then he turned his attention to his daughter, who didn't know anything yet, and showed a loving smile.

"Lisa, do you want a picnic tomorrow? If so, can you help dad persuade mom not to let dad answer this phone call?"

Frank didn't notice the pleading in his tone, and his tearful eyes made his daughter a little dazed.

"Father."

Jill tugged at Frank's clothes, and the feeling of sadness was very clear.

"Frank, go to work. We're not leaving."

Frank's wife said this.

There was encouragement in his eyes.

"Maria."

Frank muttered his wife's name, and a series of knocks on the door sounded at an inappropriate time.

Frank frowned but did not stop his wife from opening the door.

Even if he already knew who was outside the door.

That certainly wouldn't be a door-to-door sales guy.

The kind of person who would be whisked away by SHIELD agents before even getting near this room.

It would just be that guy, the old friend who always causes trouble, Nick Fury.

"Squeak~"

"Maria?"

As the door opened, Nick Fury's horrified voice sounded.

Apparently the appearance of Frank's wife made him lose his cool for a moment.

"Nick, what are you going to do?"

Frank's voice was very natural, just like the posture a man of the house should have.

Frank had simulated this tone countless times in his dreams.

But his eyes are cold, and if Nick Fury does anything threatening, Frank doesn't mind losing one of his friends!

"I'm just worried because you didn't answer my call."

Nick Fury greeted Mariya, shook hands, and chatted with Frank as usual.

He felt the coldness from Mariya's hands, it was a familiar feeling to him!

The touch of the soul!

Nick Fury probably figured out what he knew, so he could only hope that Frank wouldn't blow his head off in front of his wife.

This is a big secret.

If this was Nick Fury's secret, he would probably kill anyone who knew about it.

The deceased returns to the world in the form of a soul?

This is so tempting.

This is mutant immortality!

“I never take any work-related calls when I’m with my family, even though overtime would bring more pay.”

Frank said with deep meaning.

What he means is that Nick Fury needs to get out now!

"Okay, I thought you would like this job, of course it's a regular job. But if you don't have time now, I will wait for you at the same place."

Nick Fury was good-natured, and he felt Frank's eyes full of murderous intent.

If he delayed any longer, he might have to face Frank's cold barrel.

Nick Fury opened the door behind him, waved directly and left Frank's house.

Old place?

He and Frank didn't need it at all, Frank could find his.

As long as Frank wants it.

It's like when Frank plans to kill someone, that person can't escape.

Although the movement caused will not be as small as those of killing, it is deadly and effective.

Mariya looked at Frank in front of her and called out Frank's name with sad eyes: "Frank."

"Maria, I just want to spend some time with you."

"I know, but you need to live in the world of the living. We are already dead."

Mariya gently held her daughter's shoulders and said.

She and Lisa were on one side of the table.

Frank and Jill are on the other side.

The table is like a boundary between the living and the dead, dividing the two parties.

After the lights on the roof flickered for a while, the light bulbs on Mariya and Lisa's side went out.

Light and darkness, life and death. Clear boundaries!

…

"So this death was intentional on your part?"

Rorschach said with some dissatisfaction.

Watching Warusk flipping through his diary, he was helpless.

"Strictly speaking, you are not dead yet. At least your body can come back to life as long as the potion is sprinkled on it."

Warusk said with a mocking expression while flipping through the diary.

As expected, a diary is never something for yourself to read.

Warusk wanted to laugh.