$414 The Weeping Angel's Silent Visit

"My dear Constantine, I don't think it's the right time to talk about this."

Coulson's face was wrinkled, and he said awkwardly.

He looked up at the monitor on the other side, and the picture on it was outside this office.

And outside, a lot of angel sculptures with their faces covered had appeared at some point.

At this time, SHIELD seemed particularly quiet.

It seemed that even breathing had become a mistake.

After a short silence, Constantine was the first to break the silence.

"What is that?" Constantine asked with a smile, and he didn't seem to be nervous at all.

He just stretched his head and looked outside the office, where there were some such sculptures standing there.

Neither Nick Fury nor Coulson would think that these sculptures were pranks of bored agents.

Constantine's sense was more acute, and he slowly walked to Nick Fury's side and hid his body behind Nick Fury.

Just when everyone focused their attention outside the office, the weeping angel on the monitor had moved much closer to the screen.

Only when you are not observed can you act.

This is the Weeping Angel.

When Nick Fury turned his eyes, the Weeping Angel on the surveillance screen and the real Weeping Angel had already been disconnected.

The screen in the surveillance and the situation in the real world were separated, which made Nick Fury feel that this was an absurd prank.

But all the facilities in this safe house were arranged by him personally, so this is all true!

This is not scientific at all.

"Constantine, tell me, how far are the sculptures outside the office from the office door!?"

He shouted loudly in astonishment.

This tone is like Nick Fury shouting "Fuck!"

It was the panic caused by things being out of control.

"What? About three meters? What did you find?"

Constantine turned his head and looked at Nick Fury.

The conversation between the two attracted Coulson's attention, and the danger began to approach again!

Coulson couldn't help but pay attention to it, because Constantine was a dangerous guy.

No one knew whether this thing would summon something to give Coulson a hard time.

He has a history of this kind of thing.

Summon demons to fight demons, and then call on angels to take out the winners among the demons.

This is Constantine's basic operation.

At the moment when his action attracted Coulson's attention, the Weeping Angels outside the office had already taken action!

Distance was no longer a problem, and their actions were silent.

By the time Coulson noticed these guys, the Weeping Angels had already reached out and grabbed his wrist!

The bodies of the Weeping Angels cannot be damaged by physical attacks.

Even Doctor Who, who exists as knowledge, has no good way to deal with these guys except using the method of creating time paradoxes.

Perhaps it is because of his physical condition that he cannot use attacks that can effectively cause harm.

But in general, the Weeping Angels are invincible!

Even if Coulson is now a Skyhammer Master, he cannot destroy the Weeping Angels on the physical level!

"What is this!?"

Coulson pulled his hand away, but found that he could not pull his hand out of the hand of any sculpture no matter what.

The biggest weakness of the Weeping Angels is probably staring at each other.

Coulson didn't know about this kind of thing.

Even in all the files of SHIELD, there is no record of guys like the Weeping Angels.

Humans cannot control them, nor can they control them.

Breaking the sculptures cannot completely kill them.

The profession will be restored, and in the blink of an eye, the Weeping Angels may send people to the past, or they may break the neck of this human.

The image of the Weeping Angels is like the source of their power, inexplicably.

These things are not things that exist based on that stone-like body!

"Hmm? Why don't I feel the taste of the soul?"

Constantine's face can already see sweat, and his smile has become far-fetched.

For Constantine, the emotion of nervousness will still appear.

In the past, he was not very nervous, because most of the guys he faced were acquaintances, and there was no point in being nervous.

"The images and entities of these guys exist, but how do they do it?"

Nick Fury stared at the Weeping Angels on the monitor in front of him.

He realized that something was wrong at the first time, and his eyes were fixed on the picture on the monitor.

Observation is the way to limit the Weeping Angels, which Nick Fury discovered almost instantly.

But the gradual weakening of his body began to gnaw at his heart.

This body was heading towards death, and Nick Fury was powerless to stop it.

"Fuck!"

Nick Fury said.

His hand fumbled with the remote control on the table in a panic.

He wanted to try to change the channel to see if the image of the Weeping Angels would disappear from the monitor.

"Eleven opened a single attack! Good opportunity!!! The ball went in!"

The picture of the football game on the monitor and the cheers attracted Constantine's attention.

But Constantine did not turn his head to look at the monitor, but stared at the Weeping Angel that grabbed Coulson's arm.

He still had the ticket for his bet in this game in his pocket, so he was inevitably concerned about the outcome.

"It seems that you just hid the sports channel. It turns out that you can still relax here."

Constantine said casually.

The sweat on his forehead had already connected into one piece.

He felt that his soul was also in the process of weakening, and a new soul was slowly being nurtured with the help of his body.

This was not the first time he had experienced having a child, but the feeling was different every time.

Mammon was a somewhat noisy child, and the Weeping Angel was like a parasite in his stomach, constantly pushing his life to death.

This feeling was too dangerous.

"Damn it!"

Nick Fury shouted angrily.

The TV had begun to hear the sound of American football such as "Number 4 touchdown! He is the best running back!"

But the Weeping Angel's fangs and claws were still there.

It was very scary.

Now Nick Fury began to worry about other things. For example, will those people at the stadium see the Weeping Angels because of such a scene? Observing and being observed are sometimes integrated. He finally realized that his actions seemed to be a bit careless. "I feel like I feel high-quality fear? These things are actually alive? Or do I just think they are alive?" Coulson's tone was very unpleasant. He also began to exude a strong breath of fear. As long as you are a guy who can think, you will feel fear. And fear will eventually become Diablo's power. The rules of the Weeping Angels cannot escape the cage of fear. But Coulson began to doubt. He didn't know whether what he was about to do was right or wrong. A sense of confusion lingered in his mind. Contact Diablo and let Diablo turn the Weeping Angels into his subordinates or followers. Once such an idea arises, Coulson will feel palpitations in his heart! That is more serious than facing the furious Bul-Kathos. Because Bul-Kathos will not vent his anger, but the condemnation of conscience will.

Unless there is no conscience at all.

At this moment, Constantine blinked.

And the Sky Hammer on Coulson's waist disappeared directly at this point in time!

The target of the Weeping Angels was not Coulson, who had not yet completely figured out his own status, but the Sky Hammer full of fear and time power!

Whether it was the Sky Hammer itself made by the God of Fear Kul, or the power of fear added by Diablo.

For these guys who feed on time, it is more attractive than a mere Coulson.

The future of mankind is unknown, but for the Weeping Angels, achievements are not important, only the length of time is important.

And the unknown past also represents the power of time!

This power is fresh enough and sweeter!

The Sky Hammer was sent to a past known to the Weeping Angels, and at this time Diablo, who was far away in Asgard, felt that the power in his body began to grow dramatically!

This enhancement came inexplicably!

"Crack!"

Colson broke his wrist directly, and then freed himself from the wrist of the Weeping Angel.

His hand subconsciously pulled out a pistol from under his arm.

His forehead was full of sweat!

The connection between the Fallen and him was cut off extremely roughly.

Colson's mind was in a mess at this time!

But his professional qualities as an excellent agent allowed him to find the enemy immediately!

It's just that the gun seemed to be useless at this time!

"Colson? Welcome back."

Nick Fury used his electronic eyes to observe Coulson's appearance and roughly understood what happened before.

But at this time, he could only say this simply.

If he couldn't get through this stage of the Weeping Angel, maybe Nick Fury could continue to act with other life substitutes.

But Coulson and Constantine were dead.

"By the way, are you angels?"

Constantine pulled out a handkerchief and blew his nose, his eyes still secretly observing the Weeping Angels.

But his spirit had already begun to contact Auriel.

Who knows how many races there are of angels?

Perhaps these weeping angels were just angels that were deceived by the scumbag. As the original Archangel of Hope, Auriel is better than a little wizard in facing these guys, right?

...

On the battlefield.

At this time, the King of Plague has gained a comprehensive advantage.

Although no decent results have been achieved, victory seems to be just around the corner.

The armor of Red Tank Buggy has become bumpy, and broken fragments can be seen everywhere on the ground.

The strong muscles that are not human are trembling. Cytorak is not so concerned about his idle chess piece all the time, but it is a bit unusual now.

It has not been too long since Buggy became Red Tank. This is the second time he has fought with his current body.

Coupled with the aura of King Plague that was slightly similar to that of Billie, this idle Lord of the Crimson Universe paid a little attention.

Bucky could feel the dissatisfaction of the boss behind the scenes.

But now he is really powerless.

The strength of a red tank depends largely on the physical quality of its successor.

Bucky's body is not weak, he can survive the transformation of Hydra, and is regarded as the representative of the Winter Soldier.

His physical condition is considered to be very good.

But compared to the two guys who were originally supposed to be red tanks, he still has a slight gap.

This gap prevented him from releasing all the power of the red tank.

If you really do that, there will only be one result.

That is self-destruction!

King Plague would make strange shouts from time to time, and those present could not understand what he meant.

But the increasingly violent attitude made those involved in the battle feel a fatal threat!

Rumlow has almost lost count of how many times he has used the medicine bottle.

His whole body was sore and weak, his bones were broken countless times, and his muscles also cracked under the force of the collision.

Even the anger seemed to have burned out all the fuel, and only a trace of residual warmth could be felt.

The soul of Mocott, who had been helping him, was gradually falling silent.

Without enough anger, even a being like Mocott can only sigh.

Perhaps the living Mokot is not afraid of such an existence as the Plague King.

If we don't help each other, we'll all die together.

But now he is just a soul. Facing the complete King of Plague, he has already tried his best just to protect Rumlow.

And Rumlow's anger is constantly being drained by him, in order to face the giant arm of the Plague King that may sweep in at any time.

As for Steve, except for the shield in his hand, there was nothing intact about him.

The regular clothes on his body became tattered, showing his strong body in front of everyone.

It's a pity that everyone present is not interested in this. After all, when life and death are at stake, where do so many ideas come from.

On the contrary, Peggy Carter is in pretty good shape.

She is self-aware and does not become a gap in the battlefield.

She did not overestimate her ability and appear within the attack range of the King of Plague. Her agile body allowed her to avoid the ghost hands on the ground, but she only felt a little uncomfortable under the influence of the poisonous mist.

Coupled with Steve's intentional or unintentional protection, she obviously still has the strength to fight again.

It may also be that the intelligence of the Plague King is not enough to grasp the weaknesses and defeat them. This is the reason for this situation.

But Dr. Doom's condition is very bad.

The armor on his body was in dilapidated condition.

After all, during the battle, he not only had to face the pressure brought by the Plague King, but also the troublesome Midnight who was hiding in the dark and poking at him secretly.

If Dr. Doom has any thoughts now, it would be a very appropriate description to find the guy who plotted against him and light a sky lantern.

He couldn't use all his strength, and even if he wanted to evacuate, he would be forcibly intercepted in this place by the midnight curse.

This place was America, not his beautiful hometown of La Toville.

He had no obligation to protect his enemy's property, and he had even wanted to slip away.

But once he thought of running away, the curse cast by Midnight would become stronger immediately.

The Plague King would also launch a fierce attack on him as if he was being manipulated.

In such an unfavorable situation, even a strong man like Dr. Doom has become stretched thin.

The most unlucky one is probably Anderson.

The attacks he took were similar to those Rumlow endured.

As an angel, when facing a big devil, the urge to crush him to pieces constantly emerges.

Maybe he had Midnight and Barr to thank.

If these two guys hadn't been plotting against Dr. Doom, he might have been waiting for resurrection in the springs of higher heaven.

"Can you defeat each other? I'm almost at the end of my rope!"

Loki almost said this through gritted teeth.

Showing weakness wasn't a problem, Loki's pride wasn't strong enough to even care about it.

He even wanted to escape more than once, but for some reason he couldn't take a step forward.

His sense of responsibility continued to sprout in this battle.

Even for this reason, he has covered those guys who seem a bit annoying many times.

Agent Hill was standing behind Loki, with the green light ring on his hand constantly constructing a position here to protect Loki.

Wang was leaning on Mike at this time, holding the calf in his arms, breathing hard.

Among the people present, Wang was probably the one who worked the hardest, and could even be described as risking everything.

The devil is obviously an existence from another dimension, and things like the duties of a mage have already made the king red-eyed.

The pitchfork in Mike's hand was full of cracks, and the electric light on the ground became dim.

"If it doesn't work, just contact Burqueso! Don't hold on!"

Loki gritted his teeth and said, his body starting to tremble.

The teeth collided together and made a series of rattling sounds.

Like shivering in the cold.

The frost giants are beginning to be hurt by their own winter.

Loki really reached his limit.

He stood on the line between the Supreme Mage and half the Mage.

This is somewhat dangerous.

Although crossing this line does not allow him to replace the Ancient One, he is still qualified to stand in front of the Ancient One.

Just like the Queen Frigga.

Rumlow pulled out a bottle of wine from his backpack and smashed the bottle mouth on the ruins on the street with some effort.

He didn't even feel the strength to unscrew the lid now.

His fingers didn't obey his command and tightly grasped Wu Mian.

Even if he wanted to let go, it became an "impossible" thing.

"Now we can only hope that Constantine, the bastard, can realize this and contact the other party with the phone he gave to the ancestors at some point!

But I want to say that there are no signal base stations of those messy operators on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas! Unless SHIELD has placed a satellite over the Holy Mountain of Harrogas!"

After Rumlow finished speaking, he poured the wine into his mouth.

The broken bottle mouth pierced his mouth, and after drinking the wine mixed with blood, Rumlow seemed to have recovered a little and cheered up!