"The way you look now, like those idiots who can't wait to take off their pants before they even get in the tavern door, why, want to do something with me?"

Vi twisted her neck and glared back at Olaf's bloodthirsty gaze at her, speaking defiantly.

Olaf didn't speak, his hands pressed back and touched the handle of the axe, apparently Ivan said "no enemies", which he understood as not planning to allow himself to fight everywhere.

In this case, he might as well take a shot directly at the martial artist in front of him, at least before the other party sends him back to the boundless darkness, and get over the addiction of fighting first!

Of course, he had fought with Wei before, and he knew that this woman's strength was very strong, but not only did this not make him retreat, but his heart became more and more hot.

A strong enemy was what he longed for the most, whether it was to die at her hands or to let her die in his own hands, it was a great honor for both of them.

"Olaf—"

Ivan let out a soft call, causing the madness in the already flushed eyes of the "Berserker" to fade slightly.

However, Olaf only turned his head to look at it, his hands still tightly clenched on the axe handle at his waist, and it was obvious that he still had no intention of giving up a decisive battle with Wei.

As for Wei, he is also full of fighting spirit and is ready to go.

She's a powder keg...... Belch...... is a gentle character, no one provokes and wants to find someone to show off his beautiful demeanor, not to mention that Olaf has bullied the door.

If it weren't for Evan's kind words to soothe her through psychic communication, I'm afraid she would have jumped over and punched the old man's hairy cheek.

"There's one thing I don't understand, the Valoran continent has been ...... Unless there is a kill that exceeds the rules of the system, even if you die, you are summoning the medium to collapse and return to the darkness when you returned, why should you still be entangled in that so-called fate?"

"Eternal darkness is our imprisonment and our protection, endless despair, and ultimate hope. ”

Hearing Ivan's question, Olaf let go of his hands holding the battle axe, and the frenzy on his face turned into rebelliousness: "But so what, cowards need protection, and true warriors never avoid the final fate of the war death!"

Hearing Olaf's words, Evan was a little stunned, and the disdain on Wei's face was all gone, and the eyes that looked at Olaf were a little more respectful.

The other party's words were very bland and sounded a little pitiful, because his goal was not to be detached or supreme, but to fight for autonomy that could "die honorably".

However, this "little wish" is not humble at all, but has an unspeakable tragedy.

Olaf's purpose is already obvious, he intends to hone and improve himself through combat, and progressively fight stronger enemies.

In the end, you will either die completely under the attack of the opponent that breaks the system's protection in the battle with all your might, or you will continue to improve your strength and rely on the double axe in your hand to split all the restraints or so-called protection on your body.

Ivan knew very little about the origin of the system and what happened in the Valoran continent in the end, not only him, but also the summoned heroes, including Olaf, had no impression of it.

Olaf made that decision because the protection of the system reminded him of the fateful revelation he had received, and in order not to tarnish the glory of himself and his race, of course he had to break the system's protection that prevented him from dying in battle.

Even though the likes of "Star Casting Dragon", "Bard" and "Kieran" failed to break free, he never doubted his ultimate success.

Otherwise, wouldn't he have lived up to the name of "Berserker" in vain?

"I see what you mean, but now is not a good time, if you are so swaggering and making trouble on Earth, it is almost inevitable that you will be besieged and killed. ”

"Moreover, once the summon card is broken, the probability of wanting to draw it again is still very low, you don't want to stay in the dark all the time, do you?"

Seeing that Olaf had listened to his advice, Ivan struck while the iron was hot and said, "If the matter is too big to end, I'm afraid my safety cannot be guaranteed, let alone summon you out again." ”

Olaf did not speak, but pondered the difficulties mentioned by the boy, and his expression was slightly moved.

"If you are willing to listen to my arrangement, I will formulate a background for you that matches your identity, personality, and reasons for coming to Earth," Ivan paused at this point, and assured Olaf, who was still looking at him, "Of course, there is absolutely no need to fight!"

Olaf was still silent, he knew what the other party mentioned about "obeying the arrangement", nothing more than not to let himself kill more, but what satisfaction could the restrained battle bring him was only better than being sent back to the endless darkness by the other party.

"If it's an enemy......"

"I will not stand in the way!"

It didn't take Olaf to finish his words, and Ivan gave his promise.

The reason why he wants to limit the other party is also because Olaf will definitely incur a superhero blow when he appears in the early stage, and he doesn't want people he knows to be killed or severely injured by the other party.

Except for those he cared about, the other enemies who stood on the opposite side of him, Ivan had no mercy, and let Olaf unleash his fanaticism and tyranny.

If he had the ability to smash an alien spaceship or chop a shoe-faced potato guy into a taro-flavored Yoremi powder, Evan would just clap his hands and not stumble.

Hearing Ivan's promise, Olaf was not entangled, completely restrained his momentum, and performed a barbarian etiquette towards Ivan.

......

"Sir, they are very unhappy with this matter, and have been questioned many times. ”

Looking at Baron Straker, who had a "business to do with himself" face, the old butler said with a wry smile.

"My vassal's vassal is not my vassal", a medieval proverb that could not be more apt to describe the various forces of Hydra, especially Baron Straker.

Of course, the old butler knew what kind of character the master he served, and this kind of thing that was beneficial to Hydra and not beneficial to himself was nothing, but it was delusional to expect him to be so attentive.

If possible, he didn't want to upset his master with this kind of news, but there was no way, who let the misunderstanding now be unexplained, so he could only report it to His Excellency the Baron and ask him to get an idea.

"Question?" Baron Straker's fist slammed on the table in front of him, looked at the helpless old butler with a helpless face, and sneered: "Nick Fury's red wine is so delicious that Pierce's idiot is drunk and can't even remember what his name is?"

"Sir, here's the thing," and when his master finished getting angry, the old butler stepped forward and reported: "The agents who were hiding in the escort team were all prepared, but they were attacked and killed by other agents, which led to a final failure. ”

"If his own people are not secretive and have been seen to be clues, should we be blamed?"

"According to them, the three agents who were lurking were not exposed, and it was not S.H.I.E.L.D. that discovered the clues to assassinate them......"

"Joke," the old butler didn't finish his words before he was interrupted by the angry Baron Straker in a cold voice: "He said no, it's not, the S.H.I.E.L.D. team that escorted Captain America's body except for him is Nick Fury's people, not the hands of S.H.I.E.L.D., can it be our people's hands?"

Speaking of this, Straker suddenly reacted, looked at his subordinates, and asked with some hesitation, "It can't really be our people's hands, right?" 8)