"Wake up from the darkness of the world, may the world still be worthy of your trust!"

Bourkeso stood in front of the Nephilim Tablet and chanted softly.

It's not a spell, it's just the movement of greeting an ancient Nephilim ghost when it awakens.

How do you say hello to an ancient ghost of Nephiten?

Even if it is replaced with a sentence of "have you eaten", it can have the same effect, but it does not seem very solemn.

It's just a hello, it's just that this place needs to be a little more serious.

As Bourkeso's words fell, a solitary, distinctive stone pillar shone softly.

And then little by little, a fluttering soul appeared.

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

Orek, the name of the ghost of Nephilim.

No one knows what profession this Nephilim ghost was or where he was born.

Here's what Orek said when he first woke up:

"Only the most powerful Nephilim can enter these secret realms, and only they can awaken me from my slumber"

"I was silent in the darkness for many years until your coming. But you're different from your ancestors, right? ”

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

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

Even if he was strong enough at the time.

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

"Orek, are you still reluctant to tell me who woke you up?"

Bourkeso said, quietly looking at Orek in front of him.

The illusory soul did not change in the slightest under the power of the sacred mountain of Harlogas.

Orek wasn't a barbarian, but he might be even older.

Bourkeso didn't wake up Orek's soul for boredom, he needed the help of a soul, and Orek was the channel to be able to contact that guy.

"Why are you always curious about this question? Isn't the secret realm of honing your skills enough to dispel that thought? ”

The secret realm mastered by Orek is no longer the only option in the sacred mountain of Harlogas.

But in the end, something is different.

The secret realm he has mastered represents more sophisticated combat skills, more powerful enemies.

But for Bourkeso's question, Orek obviously doesn't plan to give more answers.

But the answer to this question, Bourkeso will know.

Even in the way of some barbarians!

"Orek, we can also open the secret realm, and now I have the qualifications to know everything. Moreover, we have never been as stingy as you, you have never only shown the secret realm to those who are strong enough to be Nephilim. ”

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

His tense body seemed to be waving the weapon in his hand the next moment, smashing it into Orek's head.

Gossip is almost!

"I know, I saw you send those weak little ones who are not even ants into the secret realm, and watched them overcome their own flaws, and then walked out of here with joy."

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

The secret realm grasped by the barbarians on the sacred mountain of Harogas did not escape Orek's perception.

"But you're doing it wrong! Compared to the real Great Demon, do you think that everything in the secret realm is inferior? Of course not, the shadows of those demons are even stronger than the bodies of those demons. It's just that the secret realm is a place for training after all. ”

Orek was still talking about him, trying to bring the previous question over.

"Jotun Kuller?"

Bourkeso said the name directly.

Who was the one who woke up Orek, Bourkeso had already guessed.

Only Jordan Kule could have been called the most powerful Nephilim at that time.

Jotun Kuler was a very wise Nephilim, a mage and a unique being who blended blood and knowledge.

Jotunkule is definitely not a bad person, he just wants to make humanity awaken by any means and make Nephilim a god above angels and demons.

To this end, Hradim racked his brains and tried his best to dismember, seal him, and hide him in various secret realms.

Why did Hradim go to such lengths to solve a powerful Nephitien?

After summoning Jotun Kule, he will tell those Nephiti the truth about many things.

While wandering around the shelter, many people would tell Bourkeso what to do.

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

But Jotun Kuhler was the only one who kept giving his advice, but he was always snarky and mean.

Just as Jotun Kuhler told Burkeso, Nephilim was only being used by them, and each of them had their own agenda.

"You can keep guessing, keep looking. But you won't get an answer from my mouth. ”

Bourkeso looked at Orek in front of him, his body trembling constantly.

He felt close to the truth!

Jotun Kuler is a super Nephilian with endless wisdom and powerful mana!

But when he was dealt with, he was very vulnerable.

Not to mention that Bourkeso didn't use all his strength at that time, even Komak was wondering, how could an existence that was rendered comparable to the Seven Demon Kings be so vulnerable?

Is it simply because he has just been resurrected?

There is indeed a connection between Jotun Kuler and Orek! That's the most important thing!

"What is Jotun Kuller's purpose? What is the connection between him and Rasma? ”

Bourkeso asked.

This is not a question that Orek never raises, and Orek probably knows it best.

At least Vorusk and Leko have no way to answer this question.

The time of Jotun Kule's existence is before that Kanai!

Even now, no one would think that Jotun Culler is gone!

"Didn't you already know his purpose? Let Nephilim be a god, above angels and demons. ”

Orek spoke calmly, as if he were telling a story.

"That's all?"

Bourkeso was somewhat skeptical.

It's less like a conspiracy and more like a grand wish.

But just for this reason, Jotun Kuler will not be sealed after the dismemberment at all!

"That's all? How would you describe this event? That was against the will of the High Heaven and attracted the source of the evil spirit of the Hell Demon King. ”

Orek looked at Bourkeso with some dissatisfaction in his eyes.

It seems that in his eyes, Bourkeso is still a young man who is not mature at all, and does not look at those things with the eyes of an "adult" at all.

"I'm the victor and their leader. Now I have that strength! ”

Bourkeso confined his power to a narrow enough range and showed it unreservedly.

He was showing his current power to the ghost of the ancient Nephitian, who had been sleeping for a long time.

Destroyed the souls of Azmodan and Duriel! Absorbed in the person of the archangel of courage!

Got the loot devoured from the battle and got the gift of time!

Bourkeso is already the strongest, and now is the time for Orek, a real old fellow, to understand this!

"Now, am I qualified?"

Bourkeso washed the illusory soul in front of him with his own spirit, and said word by word!

Bourkeso needs more truth, and he hopes that Jotun Kuller's soul will appear and bring more news.

"Perhaps, you are already the most powerful, but are you still Nephiten? Bourkeso? ”

There was a hint of sarcasm in Orek's voice.

An existence with a mixture of various forces in the body, is it still Nephiten?

This kind of question is not something that Bourkeso would consider.

What he is and what he is not, this kind of thing is all determined by his will!

"If you call me Bourkeso, I shouldn't ask such a question. Now, let me ask you one last question, where is Jotun Kuller!? ”

Bourkeso's hand was already pressed against the weapon at his waist.

A soul can be killed.

And that moment represents the freedom of the soul!

It doesn't matter if it's just or evil!

Just as the sunshine, whether good or evil, will fall on people!

"As I said, in time you will understand! Now, do you get the idea? Bourkeso? ”

Behind Orek, the upright Nephilim Stone Tablet radiated a gentle glow.

A golden portal slowly swirled from several golden lights and appeared in front of Bourkeso.

Little by little, the soul of a tall mage passed through the portal, and an indescribable aura was spilling over the entire Sacred Mountain of Harlogas.

That mage came here with a lot of mana that could wash everything away, and with the power of great knowledge!

Only the moment he slammed his staff on his body could he truly feel the weight of knowledge!

"Jotun Culler! How long are you going to hide from me? Is it the day when I will be transformed into a soul and dwell on the holy mountain of Harogas? ”

Bourkeso drew the weapon from his waist, the blade pointed at Jordankule's eyes.

But Jotun Kuhler still said in that frivolous and disgusting tone:

"No, no, no! Bourkeso. You must know that a mutilated soul like you, almost divided in two, could not have appeared on the sacred mountain of Harlogas. ”

Jotun Kuhler swayed and closed the portal on the Nephilim Stone.

Without stopping, he walked towards Bourkeso in front of him, even if the sharp tip of the knife was in front of him!

As Jordan Kuller advanced, the weapon stained with the blood of an unknown number of demons turned into sand and dissipated in front of Jotun Kuller.

By the time Jotunkule stood in front of Bourkeso, the weapon had completely dissipated.

"An interesting trick that you already seem to know I'm going to choose to show up? Bourkeso? ”

Jotun Kuler said with a smile as he looked at Bourkeso.

That weapon wasn't legendary, just a longsword that could be found everywhere.

If it was a precious thing, even Jotun Culler wouldn't easily turn that weapon into a handful of sand.

Although there was a hint of doubt in his tone, it was clear to Bourkeso and him that it was the case.

"So, Nephilim, who knows a lot but only vaguely, and the great Jordan Kuller, do you have any new advice for me now?"

Bourkeso said in a sarcastic tone to Jotunkule in front of him.

Jotun Kuler has reminded Bourkeso countless times, or rather, all Nephitians countless times!

"Watch out for that witch and archangel.

You don't even know who this girl is next to you.

I've had many titles, but I'm not a liar. ”

Jotun Culler told Bourkeso early on about Adria's danger and reminded Leah of her identity!

Even say that you have never been called a liar to warn!

As for being careful with the archangels, Bourkeso has not yet experienced something relevant.

If anything, it was the moment when Tyrell detonated the Worldstone!

"Huh? Let me think. ”

Jotun Kuler raised his hand and pinched his chin and spoke slowly, as if in deep thought.

"Join me, and if we unite, we can rule over all of humanity? How about this sentence? ”

Jotun Kuler said with a meaningful smile on his face.

"You still haven't given up on your ambitions? Now you can't even be resurrected, your body, your blood has long since come to this world with us to say goodbye to you forever. ”

Bourkeso frowned, pulled out a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

World domination?

No hero had ever thought of it that way.

That's arrogant and arrogant.

Bourkeso knew that Jotun Culler had something else to say.

"So, how about making this world Nephilim's home? Or are you going to listen to the new words I've come up with over the course of a long time to mock a guy like you? ”

Jotun Kuler said casually.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he shoved Orek's soul into the Nephilim Pillar.

"Jotun Kuller, get down to business! I'm going to open a secret realm big enough for the High Heaven and the Burning Hell to enter together! Then take a more critical step!

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

Bulkeso looked at Jotunkule in front of him and finally became serious.

The power in his body rushed like a tide against Jotun Kuler in front of him.

"Of course, why not? That's what you want, isn't it? ”

Jordan Kuller's words caused the veins in Bourkeso's head to burst.

For him, this sentence was comparable to the sentence of the merchant who bought the lucky bag with the blood rock fragments in Karada, "This thing is good, can I get it back?" ”。

This is a mockery for every Nephilim who has fought in the secret realm!

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

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

There was the foundation of this secret realm, the bearer of a part of Tyrell's will.

"It's so funny, give me time to learn about the world? You want me to make a plan for the world, right? ”

Jotun Kuler silently put away the stone, and the corners of his mocking mouth finally fell.

Jotun Kuller is a loser in his quest for power.

No matter how much knowledge he had, no matter how much mana he had, he would fail.

Without a chance to resurrect, where would he still be eligible to let Bourkeso join his plan?

A ghost, alone in this world.

Only one of his kind, who seemed to be beyond the realm of Nephiten, had enough strength to help him, as for Johannah.

Jotun Kuhler tugged at the corners of his mouth, not intending to continue commenting.

A holy cult army that has pinned all its strength and spirit on a set of legends, even if it follows in the footsteps of Bourkeso and takes a powerful step, it still can't get out of that innate cage.

……

At the foot of the holy mountain, Leah's figure was walking step by step.

She didn't have the Celestial Hammer with her, and every step was a little difficult.

The power of original sin was given by Diablo himself, and Leah was powerless to resist her other father.

Even if the soul is noble, what can be done?

Without power, all the sublime can only be remembered.

Leah, whose will is shrouded in Diablo, is manipulated like a marionette.

Since she was born, she has been on a well-established path.

Never freed.

"He~"

Leah's throat sounded something similar to that of an old-fashioned blower with a gap.

She hadn't spoken in too long.

Wanting to speak became a strange experience for her.

"Hi, girl. What happened to you? ”

A gypsy woman in a sedan pulled up to Leah's side with her three or four-year-old child.

There was some vigilance, but the same cautious concern could be heard in the voice.

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

There is no other name.

This woman had an accident the other day.

His son had an abnormally high fever.

Then he fell into a coma.

What can a poor gypsy woman do?

After a series of modest ways, she received a lot of money, but there was still no way to revive her son.

The car had been acquired by disgraceful means on her way, and they had to rely on it to get to their next destination.

Leah is her target, and she disguises herself as a kind person.

All he wanted was to get some possessions from Leah to get through this difficult journey.

"He~I~ I need some help."

Leah's body struggled to utter a sentence under Diablo's manipulation.

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

These two people were no ordinary people, and in the sleeping child, Diablo felt a hint of a familiar smell.

That's from his brother's Mephisto!

Although it is only a trace of smell, there is no trace of consciousness.

But Diablo was still interested.

Of course, he knew that his brother had been transformed into a pure source and power in the hands of another brother, and had become someone else's property.

But curiosity has nothing to do with that.

"Well, we can take you to the nearest city, it's just ......"

As Nadya looked at Leah, she instinctively sensed danger.

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

Nadya got used to the feeling.

Leah, in particular, doesn't have the slightest sense of strength on the outside.

Nadya could only take the uneasiness in her heart as her own delusion.

People like her have done I don't know how many bad things, although there are no serious evils, but they have nothing to do with kindness.

"Well, thank you, I'll pay you."

Leah stumbled.

This also reconciles Nadya's heart.

As for where to go after getting in the car?

That's not an ordinary person like Nadya.

Leah gently pulled open the door and sat in the passenger seat.

Then he frowned.

Johnny Blaze the Soul Eater is heading in this direction, much to Leah's annoyance.

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

And this woman named Nadya and the little child named Danny have a lot of connections with Mephisto, the monarch of hell.

Danny is the demon's child, and Nadya trades her body for life from the demon.

However, the Monarch of Hell had been sent to Constantine by the Demon God who had occupied Hell a few days ago.

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

It was an unequal battle, and if it weren't for the fact that the situation at that time had caused this demon's soul to be beaten to only a little fragment, it would have been impossible for a child to hold out in the hands of the demon for so long.

Now Johnny is coming.

And Leah, as the original sin, won't let a single soul eater disturb her plans!

Bursts of dark power spread out as soon as she got into the car, turning the car into a cage of fear.

After shielding herself from all this, Leah looked at Nadya with her dark eyes.

"Go to that mountain!"

Leah has adapted to the feeling of speaking, and this sentence cannot be denied.

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

Leah is going to Harlogas!

Diablo wanted to see if Bourkeso could still make that choice when confronted with Leah's soul.

As he slew Leah's body, Bourkeso's crooked moans of regret still lingered in his mind.

This time, will Bourquesso still be able to unwavering his weapon?

This is Leah's last chance to redeem, and when her soul is shattered, everything will be a foregone conclusion!

In the direction the car came, Johnny the Soul Eater lost Danny's trace!

A skeletal head was constantly spinning in all directions, trying to find the slightest clue.

But it's not possible!

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

But he found something even more interesting!

That direction is New York!

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

……

"Lady Lizzie Salman, are you satisfied now?"

Nick Fury looked at Lizzy in front of him with a dark face, and next to him was the Hellboy who had just been pushed out of the laboratory.

“Boy！”

Lizzie didn't respond to Nick Fury, and he didn't even pay attention to Dugan, who was smoking a cigar, and threw himself into the arms of Hellboy!

"Ahem! Lizzy, what's wrong with me? ”

The Hellboy was awakened by this pounce.

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

But the half-demonic bloodline gave the Hell Baron more physical strength, and he woke up.

The painful memory in my mind is being restored little by little!

"Damn! Ghost Rider! ”

In an instant, the horns on Hellboy's head returned to their original form, and the flames of hell were blazing!

The Lords of Hell who have held authority in Hell have become Baal's nourishment at this time, and those insignificant fragments of authority are meaningless to pure Baal.

Therefore, the fragments of the ownerless are all gathered towards the Hell Baron, who has inherited the bloodline of the Hell Monarch, at this time!

"Ghost Rider? You mean Johnny Blaze? ”

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

His voice seemed to have a calming power.

Hellboy's eyes flashed golden before he regained consciousness.

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

Half-demons are also half-human, and the blood of humans comes from a legendary king.

At this time, he began to slowly adapt to his sudden strength.

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

Hellboy said with deep hatred.

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

That's the power of hell at work!

"Anu!"

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

And at this time, in a hidden place that no one knows, Nick Fury's deity has already seen sweat on his forehead.

Nick Fury is a battle-hardened warrior with a strong will!

"I received the gift of hell? It's not a gift, it's a relic? ”

The Hellboy finally noticed the change in his body and shouted in horror!

Hell has been drained of all its nutrients by the burning hell!

The hell of this world is dead!

Only the lifeless wreckage remains in place, against the sin of burning hell!

"What did you say?"

Nick Fury was a little incredulous.

It was not easy for him to believe in the existence of hell and heaven, and at this time a person actually said that hell left a relic?

"Hell will die too?"

Dugan said slowly with a non-caring attitude.

Whether hell exists or not doesn't matter to him.

Veterans don't care where they end up after they die, that's not something they should think about now.

"I think we're probably going to need some help from professionals."

Nick Fury muttered to himself.

Then I felt a headache.

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

So he shifted his gaze to the Hellboy who was hugging Lizzie in front of him.

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

Lizzy grabbed the burning horns of the Hellboy and broke the other's head in defiance of the heat, staring at her.

The excitement of emotions made Lizi's body burn with bursts of fire.

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

"The power of Ghost Rider is intimidating, Lizzy. Can you understand how I feel? My body is trembling, I'm afraid! ”

Hellboy said in disbelief.

Even though he felt that his strength was already above the Evil Ghost Rider at this time, he still couldn't contain the fear that filled his whole body!

"You won't be afraid, no matter what kind of terrible enemy you faced back then, you have never been afraid!"

Lizzy pressed her nose to the bridge of Hellboy's nose.

There is no obstacle between the eyes except the eyelashes.

The heat on Hellboy's body is starting to subside little by little!

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

He's qualified to master all the power in his body!

At least there's no problem with transfiguring into a normal human form.

The power of Satannis, Nightmare, and Prince Lucifer became part of his authority and integrated into the body of the Hellboy.

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

He is the seed itself that reappears in hell!

Even though he was more comfortable with the title of Hellboy.

It's at least a little better than hell seeds.

"It's an honor, Lizzy, you've never spoken positively about me."

The red skin on the Hellboy faded little by little, and the huge body shrank little by little.

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

The horns on the head clasp tightly to the scalp and then extend towards the back of the head.

The horns were hidden by the growing hair, and the Hellboy still had a face similar to his original seven or eight points.

But by the looks of it, he was already a human.

Just wear leather gloves and hide your stone hands.

"As long as pain doesn't drive people crazy, it leads to growth."

Dugan removed the cigar from his mouth and spoke slowly.

"Now, let's go find some help, we need more strength."

A sly gleam flashed in the eyes of the Hellboy.

After inheriting the fragments of those Hell Monarchs, he has grown more than just power!

"Who, then, are you going to ask for help?"

Nick Fury looked at the Hellboy in front of him and said with some hope.

"Captain America, and the barbarians who fought together in London at the time. They are strong enough and can be relied upon! ”

The Hellboy didn't shy away from saying, and by the way, he hugged Lizi tightly in his arms.

A human can't accept a half-demonic alien as a companion, and that's not because one of them is a monster.

It's because we can't walk the streets together, we can't walk through jewelry stores holding hands, and we can't enjoy the sweetness of shopping in a clothing store.

There is no way for the two monsters to enjoy lunch or dinner in any of the restaurants.

Now, the couple can appear anywhere.

Now the Hellboy is able to deal with Lizzy's power that gets out of control with her emotions!

There is no other obstacle between the lovers, only a common enemy standing ahead!

"Are you coming to our wedding? The director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and the leader of the Roaring Commando? ”

Hellboy said to Nick Fury and Dugan with grace.

"Our wedding has lost my father's attendance, but I don't want our wedding to have no guests."

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

Only he and Lizzy were left in the BPRD.

Two lonely monsters can't be alone forever.

"I'll take the time to go, S.H.I.E.L.D. planes can take off at any time."

Nick Fury turned around and left the hallway outside the lab.

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

"Director, you're violating the guidelines."

Agent Hill said mercilessly.

"And will you tell the Security Council about it?"

Nick Fury said without replying.

"Only once."

After Agent Hill finished speaking, he went to arrange the plane cleanly.

Hellboy is dead, and Lizzie Sharman is under the control of S.H.I.E.L.D.

This is how the Hilt union reports to the Security Council on its work.

……

Hell's Kitchen at night is always a little more lively than other places.

Especially since they picked up some weird rings.

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

Each person who was killed would turn into a ray of light and fly towards the hands of the person who killed him.

The gangs have become a mess of porridge among themselves.

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

Even the ring on his hand has begun to give constant reminders.

How could the apostles of death be free from death's mad revenge on earthly life?

Frank suppressed the tremors of his arms and smiled as he ate the soup his wife had brought to his lips with a spoon.

Jill looked at this warm home with an innocent smile.

The family is happy, but the indelible sadness is still quietly spreading.

The gift of death is a mockery.

The living and the dead are in the same room, and the grief of love only strengthens Frank's resolve.

He wants to be stronger, stronger than death!

He couldn't bear that his family would be dragged into that kingdom by death one day when he opened his eyes, and he couldn't accept that he couldn't feel the slightest warmth on the faces of his wife and daughter.

"Jingle Bell~"

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

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

"Don't do this, Frank."

Frank's wife said with a complaining tone.

The sadness in his eyes was clearly recognizable.

Frank looks at his wife's face, but always avoids her eyes.

He slowly picked up the phone, intending to call back.

But that call came again.

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

"My dear, this is my old comrade-in-arms, and 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 gaze to his daughter, who didn't know anything, and smiled lovingly.

"Lisa, do you want a picnic tomorrow? If you want to, help Dad persuade Mom not to let Dad answer this call, okay? ”

Frank didn't notice the pleading in his tone, his tearful eyes making his daughter a little shaken.

"Father."

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

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

Frank's wife said so.

There was encouragement in his eyes.

"Maria."

Frank muttered his wife's name as a series of knocks rang out at the door.

Frank furrowed his brow, but didn't stop his wife from opening the door.

Even if he already knew who the person outside the door was.

Of course it won't be a door-to-door guy.

That kind of person would be taken away by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents before they can get close to this room.

It's going to be that guy, an old friend who always causes trouble, Nick Fury.

"Squeak~"

"Maria?"

As the door opened, Nick Fury's voice rang out in horror.

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

"Nick, what are you going to do?"

Frank's voice was very natural, like the gesture that a man in the house should have.

Frank had simulated this tone countless times in his dreams.

But his eyes were cold, and if Nick Fury made any threatening moves, Frank wouldn't mind giving himself one less friend!

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

Nick Fury greeted Maria and shook her hand, talking to Frank as usual.

He felt the coldness in Maria's hands, a familiar feeling for him!

The touch of the soul!

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

It's a big secret.

If this is Nick Fury's secret, then he might kill anyone who knows as well.

The dead returned to the world, in the form of a soul?

It's so tempting.

This is the eternal life of the variant!

"I never answer any work-related calls when I'm with my family, even if overtime brings more pay."

Frank said with deep meaning.

He means it's time for Nick Fury to fuck off!

"Well, I thought you'd like the job, of course. But if you don't have time right now, I'll wait for you at the old place. ”

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

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

Nick Fury opened the door behind him and waved his hand away from Frank's house.

Old place?

He and Frank didn't need this kind of thing at all, and Frank was able to find him.

As long as Frank wants to.

It's like when Frank was trying to kill someone, and that person couldn't escape.

Although the movement caused is not as small as those kills, it is deadly and effective.

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

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

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

Maria gently put her arms around 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 acts as a boundary between the living and the dead, separating the two sides.

After a flicker of lights on the roof, the bulbs on Maria and Lisa's side went out.

Light and darkness, life and death. The boundaries are clear!

……

"So you did it on purpose?"

Rorschach said with some dissatisfaction.

Watching Vorusk flip through his diary, there was nothing he could do.

"Strictly speaking, you're not dead. At least your body can come back to life by just sprinkling potions. ”

Vorusk said with a sneering expression as he flipped through his diary.

The diary is really never something to be seen for yourself.

Vorusk wanted to laugh a little.