"That's all left of the captain."

Tes's voice didn't get through, as if no matter how loud Nick Fury shouted at Rumlow at this time, there was no response.

The news that might affect the fairness of the battle was blocked by the Holy Mountain of Harogas, and the next thing was the battle between the faith of the warriors and the demons.

Tess was already trembling, and the moment the geist appeared, he knew why his captain had become so strange.

After all, no matter what the legend is, ghosts always have some tricks that affect the mind.

His teammates were torn to shreds by the geist when they were unable to fight back.

Bright red flesh was scattered all over the ground, and the Fallen Demons, who had died for the second time, stood up again and let out a cry of "Lacanixiu".

Everything in front of him was relayed to Nick Fury's office on camera, and everyone was silent.

They really couldn't explain what was happening in front of them, and the tragic sacrifice made them lose the idea of talking.

"What the hell is a ghost?"

Nick Fury shouted anxiously, though no one knew if the anxiety was his true emotion or his disguise.

But it's better to answer his question at this time.

"In our research, there are many conclusions that ghosts are spirit bodies."

The occult researcher who replied said in a somewhat uncertain tone.

After all, how could a spirit body tear S.H.I.E.L.D.'s elite Einsatzgruppen to shreds with a pair of miserable white claws?

……

"Ghosts are manifestations of spirits, but those guys aren't just ghosts, they're demons too."

Bourkeso explained to the Ancient One and Jill.

Souls tainted with the breath of hell are no longer pure spiritual bodies, just like the barbarian ancestors who were blessed by the sacred mountain of Harlogas, and there is a power in their bodies that supports their embodied bodies.

So the ancestors of the barbarians could eat food as if they were alive, and those demons could tear apart human bodies.

"Isn't the power of spirit directly condensed into substance?"

Gu Yi was a little puzzled, in her cognition, as long as the soul was strong enough, it could form substance.

"How can those guys have that kind of purity? Aside from those who study death, how many can help other people's souls condense into entities? ”

Vader shouted unwilling to be lonely, this time his intervention caused the other ancestors to be dissatisfied, and Ample grabbed him by the neck, and the two souls disappeared somewhere.

In front of him, Rumlow gradually gained the upper hand.

His battle with the Fallen Demon Wizard was not as easy as it was to defeat the ordinary Fallen Demon.

In addition to being used as a blunt object, the wooden stick in this guy's hand can also trigger a basin-sized fireball.

Such a way of fighting from near and far made it take a lot of effort for Rumlo to find an opportunity to drag the hateful creature into non-stop hand-to-hand combat.

The blue glow finally found an opportunity and stabbed the Fallen Demon Wizard in the throat.

The red-skinned monster finally fell to the ground with a hoarse "Lacanihu" accompanied by a cracking of bones.

The footsteps of the resurrected Fallen Demons in the distance could be heard from around the corner, but Rumlow's gaze was on the unremarkably unremarkable stone on the ground.

This stone was a drop from the death of the Fallen Demon Wizard, and after tasting the sweetness of the equipment, Rumlo would not let go of the slightest possibility of becoming stronger.

The moment his hand grasped the stone, a cold sweat broke out on his face.

It was only in the blink of an eye that he regained his will.

"Lingshi, is this guy very close to that group of warrior monks?"

Bourkeso once again gave his opinion on this brutal trial.

Traditionally, it is not uncommon for any equipment to appear in the secret realm of the barbarians.

But after all, those who belong to the barbarians are more equipped.

Just like the secret realm of the Sky Temple, it is easier to see the equipment of the warrior monk.

The moment Rumlow got the spirit stone, he understood how to use this thing, and the stone, which looked very small, was placed on his forehead.

Then, as if some magical power had fixed it there, the white spirit stone stayed in that place peacefully.

After the geist turned into a demon, the group's mind control ability was weakened a lot.

If Rumlow had been cautious, he would not have been easily seduced without noticing.

After receiving the protection of the spirit stone, the spirit spirit's mind control ability, which was negligible and weak for barbarians, was also completely invalid.

Even this piece of equipment gives Rumlow some more protection, at least the annoying red-skinned imps will have a hard time hurting him.

"And does he have a chance of surviving?"

Jill's voice rang out, his voice was small, and his tone was as if he was pleading.

"Louder Jill! You're going to be a barbarian warrior! ”

Bourkeso heard Jill's words clearly, after all, this is not a noisy battlefield, as long as Bourkeso's ears are not in trouble, the sound that is close at hand can still be heard clearly.

"That's up to him to defeat the geist, he can only say he has a chance."

Bourkeso kind of gave Jill the answer he wanted.

He didn't know if these guys were worth surviving, after all, the vibe of a thug made Bourkeso want to sneeze.

But he still hates to see humans die at the hands of demons more than seeing bad people alive.

The Ancient One didn't say anything, just glanced at the horizon that was starting to get dark.

"By the time he comes out, the festival will almost be over."

Gu Yi thought so in his heart.

……

"Come on! You damn bastard! ”

Rumlow shouted loudly at the blue geyer, as if to banish the fear in his heart.

The moment he regained consciousness, he already understood that the subordinates he had brought with him had all died here one by one.

Those were all members he had carefully selected, and most of them were Hydra's strength, and the rest had a good chance of being drawn into the Hydra camp.

This sacrifice also represented the end of his nearly year's efforts, but he did not dare to turn his anger on Bourkeso, because after seeing the horrors of this secret realm, he realized the strength of the barbarian race.

At this time, he was more like an impotent rage, venting his anger through a roar.

Rumlow's hand subconsciously touched the pistol at his waist, he was not used to fighting with cold weapons, and in the face of danger, he still trusted the pistol that might not even be able to hurt his opponent.