The Floating City of Mutahar, home to the Chrono Beacon Tower, is also the brightest and most visible place in the entire multiverse in the eyes of the traveling mage.

A large number of traps, guards and guards are densely packed around every corner.

In particular, the Tower of the Chrono Beacon tower, which towers into the sky at the center, has now been built day and night by countless New Phyrexian creatures, and looks like a super-giant lighthouse from a distance.

The spark that burned at the very top was now emitting a bright and dazzling light.

And Zuo Si himself was standing next to him, pressing his hands on the sparks, and standing motionless with his eyes closed.

To be exact, he's been maintaining this form for a while.

If it were an ordinary person, he would either be tired to the point of weakness and coma, or he would have died directly because he had not eaten or drunk water for a long time.

But for a transcendent being, this is obviously nothing.

On top of that, no Brigade Mage has visited since Zoth took control of the Chrono Beacon Tower.

Because he deliberately distorted the spatial coordinates to prevent powerful elder dragon brigade mages like Ugin and Nicol Bolas from suddenly teleporting over to give themselves a small surprise.

The current Chrono Beacon Tower looks like a veil of mystery to the outside world.

Although the information and knowledge emanating from here can be seen and received, it cannot be easily transmitted with the help of the Traveling Mage's spark.

Obviously, this is what was originally planned, not exposing yourself to the public like a fool.

The reason why the situation got out of control was mainly due to the obsession of the Blue Judge Jin-Gitaxias, with studying and compleating the mage, and the deliberate connivance of the diary and not reporting it in time.

But now things are finally back on track.

With the Chrono Beacon Tower as the center, countless planes throughout the multiverse are transmitting knowledge and information at unimaginable speeds.

Suddenly!

Zuo Si, who had been standing still, opened his eyes suddenly, and his body instantly changed from a human form to a hybrid form mixed with the characteristics of a dragon, a devil, and a demon, and an indescribable terrifying and evil aura erupted from his body to form a black mist.

At the same time, bright and dazzling energy forms such as negative energy, fire, lightning, frost, arcane, and death constantly collided around the body, and from time to time erupted with deafening loud noises and explosions.

The terrifying power of even the New Phyrexian creatures and the undead, who barely felt fear, fell to the ground and trembled uncontrollably.

Even the bright sun overhead and the blue sky seemed to be shrouded in endless darkness, and the visibility of the entire plane quickly dropped to an infinite state close to the point where you couldn't see your fingers, as if it was the end of the world.

"How long have I been here?"

Zuo Sitou, who looked extremely terrifying and scary, didn't ask back.

"Two ...... Two weeks. What happened to you? How do I feel completely different from what I used to be?"

The journal, who had been standing on the sidelines, probed in a tone that was not very uncertain.

Feeling the fragments of the abyss that began to merge into one, Zuo Si grinned and replied, "Because I am feeling evil, creating evil, and becoming evil from countless planes and planes.

Now these evils are gathering in my soul.

When the tipping point is crossed one day, I will become a symbol and even a manifestation of the evil of the multiverse.

At that time, I will be the one who is above all else, above all the gods.

Eternal life!

Know-it-all!

Unbeatable!

Unstoppable!"

"To become a symbol and embodiment of evil?!"

The pupils of the diary suddenly dilated, and a monstrous wave was set off in his heart.

Because he knew very well what it meant.

I saw Zuo Si raise it like a huge claw

's right hand, condensed a drop of glistening oil from the palm of his hand, and gently threw it into the completely Phyrexian floating city at his feet.

Let's go!

As the oil fell to the ground and quickly merged with the original oil, the information, knowledge, and technology stored inside spread at an unimaginable rate.

In the blink of an eye, the New Phyrexian creations began to change at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Some of them have become more powerful and look like power mechs of different shapes, others have developed into manufacturing, assembling fully automated industrial production lines, and others have begun to make unprecedented changes to the huge floating city.

All the surrounding floating cities that had been compleated by the oil were pieced together to form a super huge floating island in just ten minutes.

The outdated airships and airplanes were quickly disassembled and replaced by futuristic spaceships under construction on the production line.

The largest of them is impressively 30 kilometers long, and the island is already a little rudimentary, and it looks like a small city.

The terrifying energy, the array of electromagnetic weapons, and the black hole of the broadside cannon make people's scalp tingle just by looking at it.

"You've been to the Warhammer universe?"

Because he has the same memories as his master, the diary easily realizes where these technologies come from, and the corners of his mouth twitch slightly.

"Isn't that obvious? Otherwise, where do you think the technologies that will emerge in the interstellar era come from?"

Zuo Si controlled his body to slowly return to his human form, and carefully resealed the power of the abyssal fragments.

"What's going on over there?" The journal asked curiously.

"It's bad, as bad as ever, to be exact, full of madness, darkness and despair. And my oil avatar has been in that universe for almost a dozen years." Zuo Si replied in a nonchalant tone.

"More than ten years? You mean time doesn't flow at the same rate?"

The diary was visibly stunned.

Because if he's not mistaken, this is the first plane to have such a big difference in the flow of time.

The rest is basically a one-to-one, and even if there is a difference, it will not be so obvious.

Zuo Si nodded slightly, "That's right, I think this should have something to do with the existence of subspace.

The chaos and disorder there has led to the creation of a gap between the real universe and the Dark Void, allowing time to flow much faster than normal space-time.

There is even a possibility of time misalignment.

That is, the timing of each cut-in is random.

But fortunately, I have left an incarnation of oil at the point of the fortieth millennium.

Oh, by the way, I brought back some really interesting stuff this time."

As he spoke, Zuo Si took out samples of the compleative electronic demon, the fortieth subspace glittering oil, and the genetic prototype from his arms.

"It's ......"

The diary apparently isn't quite sure what exactly these things are.

Zuo Si pursed the corners of his mouth and explained with a smile, "The first one is the complealist female ganqi electronic demon.

It has become self-conscious, and can easily crush, paralyze, and destroy everything related to computers.

I'm sure you're well aware of the horrific effects this can have on electronic devices, the internet, and communications.

The second is the number forty glittering oil created by using the rules of subspace, which can skip the physical body and directly compleatize the spirit and soul.

In other words, it could theoretically directly infect and compleat the gods.

The third is a sample of the genoplasm given to me by the emperor.

Through magical cloning and genetic fusion, we can now create stronger, more perfect, and very own Astarte Legions.

And I'm still doing research on the Oil Orcs.

If it succeeds, it can be on any plane

and even set off an aaaaaagh in the universe.

Doesn't that sound interesting?"

"You're not going to bring those orc seeds back, are you?"

The diary suddenly looked like a great enemy.

He couldn't imagine what a terrible "ecological catastrophe" it would bring if the orcs of the Warhammer universe were spread to other planes.

And this thing is like ringworm and fungal infection, once it is infected, there is basically no possibility of cure.

Even if all the orcs are killed, as long as there is a little bit of tissue such as dander left, the population can quickly recover after a while.

"Don't be nervous, I won't take such a huge risk until they become controllable. Also, in view of the grave mistake you have made this time, I have decided to give you a little due punishment."

As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si directly took out a drop of subspace oil and threw it at the diary's face.

Next Second......

The latter began to sense that something was starting to be wrong with him, and hurriedly asked, "Damn! What have you done to me?"

"It's very simple, I temporarily deleted the attachment and desire for *** in your spirit, which you can understand as spiritual castration. From now on, you won't have the slightest interest in this kind of thing, and even if you have a thought, you won't get even the slightest pleasure or satisfaction from it."

Zuo Si gave the answer straightforwardly without any disguise.

He clearly knew what kind of discipline would best make the diary feel "heart-wrenching" while ensuring that it could continue to serve his plan.

After all, the two have a very similar way of thinking.

In a way, the diary is the only irreplaceable key.

"What? Mental castration? Gan! Don't be so ruthless! I'll just let you know a few days too late."

The diary jumped to its feet in an instant, as expected.

But Zuo Si only replied very blandly: "If you continue to mess around, I will consider replacing the temporary with permanent."

Moment!

The diary closed its mouth, and the whole person looked dejected.

For him, this is equivalent to depriving himself of all the joy of his daily life, and it is simply "painful" to the point of maddening.

Unfortunately, as a minion creature crafted into a card, he can't resist the will of his traveling mage master, and the only thing he can do is accept and obey.

But in his heart, this guy has already held a grudge against the Blue Devils to Jin-Gitaxia.

But Zuo Si obviously didn't have time to pay attention to the diary's careful thoughts, and was concentrating on what to do next.

You must know that it is not only the Warhammer universe that has been affected and deviated from its original trajectory before, but also hundreds of millions of planes that he knows or is completely unfamiliar with.

Even with avatars and projections, it is impossible to interfere with so many worlds at the same time, let alone restore them to their previous state.

This means that there must be trade-offs, even complex hierarchies and rules in terms of value, level of danger, etc.

This is obviously not an easy thing to do.

In particular, certain forbidden knowledge has caused some people to begin to have a close connection with Zuo Si himself, and even "borrow" power from him to obtain magical abilities similar to arcane and divine magic.

Others use the knowledge they have received to build weapons and equipment and start a war in a vain attempt to dominate their own world, and it is estimated that it will not be long before they become unrecognizable.

Just as Zuo Si hesitated to take care of those space-time priorities, Jin-Gitasha, who was aware of the changes outside, finally appeared in sight with a group of new generation of travel mages with metal and mechanical transformations on their bodies.

The craziest researcher in New Phyrexia has clearly made a series of upgrades to his original body, not only with multi-functional mechanical tentacles, but also with electronic devices to assist with calculating and running models, as well as a rune system necessary to perform magic.

On top of that, he had a box full of brigade mage sparks in his hand.

The inside of the box does not exist in reality, but is a high-dimensional space that resembles a gap between reality and illusion.

In the same way, the sparks of those who were compleat brigade mages were connected to the soul through the exact same technology.

Otherwise, once the soul is infected by the oil, the spark will inevitably be completely extinguished.

"The great Father of New Phyrexia, I have cracked some of the mystery of the spark. Now, you have an extra group of traveling mages who can carry oil into any plane at any time."

Jin-Gitaxia bent down and bowed deeply.

But his eyes were constantly on the look, especially the weapons and space ships under construction.

Obviously, these things that had never been seen before made the Blue Judge very curious.

After all, although he had traveled to the very technologically advanced Kamigawa plane, and had also obtained many interesting technologies from it, it was still far from the detailed and complete technology tree of the Warhammer universe.

This is the gap between the size of civilization and the macro scale.

"Do you know how much trouble I've caused by igniting the Chrono Beacon Tower?" Zuo Si stared at Jin-Gitaxia and asked expressionlessly.

"I'm so sorry.

But I'm really fascinated by these abilities that can freely travel through the Dark Void at will without paying any price.

The power of the spark is so powerful and special, like the light of creation at the beginning of the birth of the entire multiverse.

With proper guidance, it is easy to burst out with unimaginably large forces.

Even just a simple spark can easily destroy a world protected by powerful gods."

With that, Jin-Gitaxia lowered his head and offered the box in his hand with both hands.

As probably the smartest praetor of all, he was clearly well aware of the dire consequences of seducing and capturing a Brigade Mage, and was ready to accept punishment.

However, he also knew his value in the field of research, and understood that the father of New Phyrexia was unlikely to dismember himself directly, so he took the initiative to come forward and admit his mistakes.

Zuo Si stretched out his hand to take the box, then opened it, and sure enough, he saw the spark stored in the high-dimensional space.

Unlike most sparks, which quickly extinguish and disappear after leaving the Brigade Mage, these sparks remain in normal operation as if they have been cast and time stopped.

If you touch it with your fingers, you can even feel the huge amount of energy stored inside.

Obviously, these sparks are the "relics" of the Brigade mage who has received the failed transformation of the oil compleat.

While they may not be technically dead, they may have just become ordinary Neo-Phyrexians, but they have lost their status as traveling mages forever.

"How many sparks are there?"

Zuo Si asked without raising his head.

"Forty-three. Originally, there were forty-seven of them, but four were lost in the course of the experiment. In addition, this is my research report, as well as the detailed process and results of several experiments."

Without saying a word, Jin-Gitaxia handed over the text and video materials he had prepared in advance.

Zuo Si directly turned on the electronic device and read all the content at a speed that ordinary people couldn't achieve, and then nodded slightly: "Yes, these are exactly what I need. But remember, I hope this is the first and last time. Otherwise, if something like this happens again, your fate could be very miserable."

"Yes, I swear I will never carry any more dangerous research behind your back."

Jin-Gitaxia did not hesitate to give assurances.

Because he was not a fool, of course he could feel the serious warning in the tone of the master in front of him.

Seeing that the Blue Demon Judge was so knowledgeable, Zuo Si immediately showed satisfaction: "Very good. Now tell me about these compleatized traveling mages. What special abilities do they have?"

Jin-Gitaxia replied very dryly, "About this

Compleat Brigade Mage, I've sorted them out in terms of race, gender, and types of spells that I'm good at, and you can retrieve them from the database at any time."

"Oh? Have you already created a profile?"

Zuo Si opened the electronic device again, and soon found the corresponding folder in the search engine.

In just a few minutes, he had completely scanned the information of the entire thirty or forty compleat brigade mages.

Even though there are no "celebrities" and even many of them are outright newbies, there are still some interesting guys to be found in them.

For example, a beast tamer from Ikoria, the plane of behemoths, can form an army of behemoths with the summoned Behemoth cards at hand.

Another example is the fairy brigade mage from the fairy tale world of Eldraine, who can construct a kind of enchantment that seems to be a joke but is very terrifying, and makes all creatures and even items that enter this range "fairytale".

In addition, there are artifact constructors who are good at crafting weapons and equipment, alchemists who can concoct potions with permanent effects, and stone giants who are composed of earth elements and can instantly create earthquakes and volcanic eruptions......

In short, anyone who can ignite a spark and become a traveling mage has more or less a unique power that can be used.

The most important thing is that after Compleatification, they are full of unquestionable loyalty to New Phyrexia, and will obey the orders given by Zoth 100%.

This is much better than exchanging partner cards between traveling mages.

It is important to know that the Brigade Mage does not have absolute control over the other Brigade Mages summoned by the companion card, and if the other party does not want to carry out certain orders, it can completely ignore or passively slack off.

That's why Zoth hasn't even used Jace Belen's card once after getting it.

Now, though, he has a legion of brigade mages.

Thinking of this, Zuo Si turned around and asked the diary behind him, "I'll leave them to you to manage, okay?"

"Leave it to me?"

The journal blinked inexplicably.

"Yes. I'm going to give you about three hundred planes, and you're tasked with directing these brigade mages to infiltrate and control. If you're doing well enough, I'll consider lifting your mental castration early."

Zuo Si said his plan very simply.

It was obviously impossible for him to stay by the Chrono Beacon Tower twenty-four hours a day and do nothing, and he couldn't build too many things like avatar projections, otherwise the huge amount of information that would be fed back every time would completely mess up his consciousness and thinking.

So the diary, which was also familiar with part of the time and space, became the only candidate.

Combined with the Compleat Brigade mages who can travel at will, as well as the carefully selected Apostles, it should be possible to achieve some set goals.

"Are you sure you want to give it to me? Aren't you afraid I'll mess up?"

The diary apparently realized the meaning of the master's subtext, and the whole person opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Zuo Si responded in a half-joking tone, "I'm pretty sure. After all, when you don't have sperm in your brain, your behavior and thinking will be multiplied. You can be trusted at this point, but not necessarily if you regain that ability."

The diary pouted noncommittally, "But you have too few people. That's a full three hundred planes, and some places are not even much more dangerous than the Feren Continent, so I need more help."

"No problem.

I have Bataza the Divine Warrior Monk, Varian the Avenger, Sylvanas, the Queen of Darkness who seized the Helm of Domination, Thrall who fell into the minion of the Old Gods, Kael'thas the Evil Archmage, Eye of the Elder with a legendary spell casting level, Irenikas whose soul has been transformed into a unique form of the Great Devil, and Badi, the Vampire Queen......

In addition, I can also hand over to you the Sun Knight Davian, the succubus Lori Atona, the son of Baal Shalofok, another apprentice elf girl Golasser, the bronze dragon Chromie, and her reverse eternal dragon Milok.

If that's not enough, you can go to the ninth layer of Bato's Hell to find the charm

The Demon Queen Mecansius is a special dignitary, or she can call back the pyromancer Alena who has been free-range for a long time.

This crazy woman now has a cast level of at least LV34, and her exclusive highest-level flame magic can even create a giant fireball out of thin air with a diameter of more than three hundred kilometers and a temperature of millions or even tens of millions of degrees Celsius."

Zuo Si very generously took out all the high-end forces that he could deploy now.

Especially if you make a card, you don't hesitate to show the details to the diary.

I have to say that I don't know if I don't take stock of my family background, and I'm really shocked when I take stock.

Removing those who are on a mission or have other things to do, you can pull a whole bunch of them above the legendary level alone.

Take out any random one, even if it is placed in a world where some superheroes and supervillains are everywhere, it is enough to set off a storm.

But the corners of the diary's mouth twitched vigorously, and he involuntarily held his forehead and wailed, "God! Where did you find all these ruthless characters? Do you think I can handle these extremely dangerous guys?"

"Don't worry, I'll give you enough authority when the time comes, and they won't dare to disobey your orders."

With the last word blurted out, Zuo Si activated all the summoned creatures and summoning follower cards in his hand in one go.

In the twinkling of an eye!

Men who looked like they were looking fierce appeared out of thin air at the bottom of the Chrono Beacon Tower.

That terrifying momentum even made the Blue Devils judge Jin-Gitaxia assume a defensive posture.

He was pretty sure that these guys, if they all rushed up, would be able to tear themselves apart in seconds.

But that didn't happen.

Quite the opposite!

After a brief observation of their surroundings, all the summons and their followers bowed their heads and bowed deeply.

"Master!"

"From now on, obey his commands as you obey me, and there will be no disobedience."

Zuo Si pointed to the diary beside him and gave an order.

"Understood!"

The summoned creatures and their attendants first raised their heads to look at the latter, and when they realized that the diary looked exactly like their master's, they quickly chose to accept it calmly.

After doing all this, Zuo Si patted the diary on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement, and handed over the spatial coordinates of more than three hundred worlds to the other party, and then the whole person instantly activated the power of the brigade mage spark and disappeared from the spot.

"Ahem—"

The journal coughed vigorously twice to attract everyone's attention, and then said in a very rare and serious tone, "Next, I will build a small team with each Compleat Brigade mage as the core, and everyone who shouts their names will remember to stand over. The first team, the brigade mage moss boulder, and the team member Sal ......."

As the names came out of his mouth, more than twenty core teams were quickly formed.

The Brigade Mage who followed these squads obtained the corresponding spatial coordinates, and then easily completed the spatial positioning with the help of the power of the Chrono Beacon Tower, and then sent the other members of the team to the designated world.

Within a few hours, they had scattered across more than a hundred worlds.

The diary, on the other hand, is linked to the Chrono Beacon Tower, staring at hundreds of screens lit up at the same time in a place similar to a monitoring room, and observing the movements of these people through the screen of the monitor.

……

At this moment, the Divine Warrior Monk Basazar was standing in the alley of a city's slum, observing everything around him with great interest.

Whether it was the cars that drove by on the street outside the alley, or the black people who slept in tents on the side of the road, drank heavily or smoked some powdered drugs to the point of delirium, he felt a strong sense of unreality.

Because the most powerful son of Baal understands that he is no longer on the continent of Ferron on the planet Toriel, not even in the universe to which he belongs, but has come to another completely unfamiliar place.

Here, he could not feel the presence of the magic web, but he could sense that there was some free energy in the surrounding environment that could be used for his own purposes.

Just as Barsaza was about to step out of this dirty, smelly, rotten and depraved alley to take a look outside, he suddenly heard a shout from behind him.

"Hey! White ghost, this is not the place you should be. If you know each other, hurry up and hand over all the valuable things on your body, and then hurry up. Otherwise, my brothers and I will make a few holes in you."

Because of his divine powers, Barthazar easily understood the swear words of black slang, and at the same time, he turned around and saw the other party's appearance and the strange weapon in his hand.

Just as he was trying to unleash his divine power to understand the function and principle of this strange weapon, another black man immediately rushed up with a baseball bat, and while holding it high above his head, he cursed madly: "Fake! Are you deaf? Didn't you hear what George just said?"

The voice has not fallen!

The bat slammed down on the head, and the posture was entirely based on murder.

From the ferocity and indifference revealed in their eyes, it is not difficult to see that these guys are gang members in the surrounding neighborhoods, and they don't take human life seriously at all.

Don't look at your age, but almost all of them have been involved in murder or gang vendettas.

For them, the reason for killing someone is likely to be simply that the other person is wearing a good pair of shoes.

Bang!

After a muffled thud, the stout bat snapped into two sections.

The first half of the break spun and flew out several meters away.

The rest of the body shook the holder's hands, and the tiger's mouth was torn on the spot, leaving dark red blood.

But on the contrary, not only was Barsaza unscathed, but there was not even a single red mark on his bare head.

To be exact, he never moved even a moment, as if it was not a hard baseball bat that had just been smashed on top of his head, but an insignificant feather.

"Oh-shit!"

The black man with a half-section baseball bat, although his intelligence may be only slightly higher than that of a chimpanzee, realized that the situation was not good, and he seemed to have encountered hard stubble, and immediately called out to his companion behind him: "This guy is a little strange! Come on! Let's go together!"

But before the others could react, this guy's entire body suddenly exploded without warning.

Blood, minced flesh, and severed limbs and severed arms were scattered like raindrops, creating a bloody scene like hell in the alley.

"Ahh!!!!!!h

A young black woman standing on the balcony on the third floor, wearing only her underwear, apparently watching the hilarity, immediately let out a piercing scream when she saw this scene.

After all, although there are frequent cases of fighting, brawls, murders, robberies, *** and other evil crimes in several nearby neighborhoods, it is the first time that such a bloody and tragic death has occurred.

Several other gang members also recovered from the screams of this life, and immediately began to draw their guns and shoot without saying a word.

All of a sudden, the entire alley was filled with the sound of ping-pong gunfire and the screams of other homeless people when bullets flew and accidentally injured other homeless people.

What makes them feel terrified and desperate is that so many bullets will be bounced or deflected by an invisible force field when they get close to each other, and even the occasional hit will not be able to penetrate the skin and cause real damage.

Not to mention just firearms, it is estimated that even large-caliber artillery and missiles will hardly have any effect on the body of the divine power warrior monk.

In this way, Barsaza walked up to the front with bullets in his arms, and sent away all the scum who exuded a chaotic and evil aura with one punch.

After all, he was determined to kill all the sons of Baal and then commit suicide, but he was not a soft-hearted Madonna, but closer to the type of "evil is beheaded".

Dealing with a group of self-righteous stupid blacks, Barsaza, who didn't have even the slightest trace of blood on his body, quickly walked out of the alley and down the road towards the more bustling city center.

According to the diary's instructions, he never had the slightest intention of concealing his identity, so he swaggered in front of everyone.

In about forty minutes, a helicopter appeared in the sky overhead, followed by the sound of shrill sirens from far and near.

It didn't take long for four or five police cars to surround Bassaza, and the policemen who got out of the cars were even more heavily armed, holding powerful shotguns and shouting, "Hands up! I command you to immediately raise your hands and lie against the wall! Otherwise, don't blame us for being unkind! We now suspect that you have something to do with the murder that happened not long ago! I want to arrest you at once!"

The surrounding passers-by were already frightened when they saw this kind of battle, and they fled the scene at a very fast speed.

Others simply seek the nearest cover and hide behind.

I have to say that the professionalism of the American people in this area is absolutely not said.

But countries with slightly better security and fewer shootings are unlikely to be so well-trained when it comes to firearms.

"Arrest me? Why?"

Barsaza paused and asked with a puzzled expression.

"Because you killed five people! And they blew them up with their fists!"

One of the policemen, locked behind the police car, replied.

It can be seen that he is really very nervous, and he does not dare to step forward and handcuff the other party.

Because anyone who has seen the surveillance video will not have the slightest doubt that this bald man who looks polite can easily kill all the policemen present.

"But they came to provoke me first, and I was just defending myself." The Divine Warrior Monk patiently explained.

He has long suppressed the divinity and divine power of the murder god Bal, and he has long developed a strong heart that can face any situation calmly.

"Self-defense? You call that self-defense? What a joke!" Another black policeman gritted his teeth and retorted.

Barsaza turned his head and asked, "What else should it be called?" I think you owe it to you, as law enforcement officers, to thank me for helping you get rid of a bunch of criminals and scum."

"Even if they're criminals! Even if they're scum! That should also be left to the law! Who do you think you are? God? Or those freak heroes or vigilantes in fancy costumes?"

The black cop continued to use his racial flair, and in just a second or two spat out a barrage of righteous accusations from his mouth.

"No, I just did what I thought was right. And if the law in your mouth really works, then these criminals and scum will not be so rampant. And if you want to arrest me, feel free, but I'm not going to stop you."

After saying this, Barsaza ignored the police and continued along the avenue.

And these policemen are obviously in a dilemma, that is, they dare not shoot or stop, they can only follow from a distance, and constantly report the situation through the walkie-talkie, and at the same time, more and more police cars also began to converge in this direction.

When the number of police cars exceeded 50, and even the special police with heavy firepower had already been dispatched, and when they were about to start, several black SUVs suddenly crossed the cordon.

The middle-aged man who jumped out of the car directly took out his ID and handed it to the sheriff who was commanding: "We are the FBI! From now on, it's up to our people to take over."

"What? That's impossible! I will never accept it! That murder suspect belongs to the NYPD! If we give it to you like this, we will lose our faces!" The police chief roared angrily.

"It's better to lose face than to lose your life.

Sir, I'm sure you've seen the surveillance footage and should have understood how terrible that man's destructive power really was.

Once he does it, not to mention you police, even the surrounding buildings could be demolished to rubble in a matter of minutes.

This is beyond the scope of the police, so leave it to us professionals."

After that, the middle-aged man put away his papers, gave all his subordinates a gesture to stay where they were, and then took off his sunglasses and took a deep breath to force himself to keep them

Hold your composure, then go straight to the Divine Warrior Monk.

When he got closer, he barely managed to squeeze out a smile and introduced himself, "Hello, sir from an unknown place, my name is Phil Coulson, and it's nice to meet you. You know, your presence has caused quite a stir and trouble."

"My name is Barsazza, and I don't think I'm doing anything wrong."

The warrior monk looked at the golden beauty of the setting sun in the distance and replied casually.

"Thank you for sharing my name, it was certainly a friendly start.

If you don't mind, can you tell me where exactly you're from?

And how do you manage to punch more than six times the speed of sound with your bare hands, and fend off a bullet with a similar force field capability?

If I can be honest, I promise to help you solve your immediate problems."

Coulson put on a very genuine and friendly posture.

However, as long as you look closely at the soaked shirt inside the blazer, you can see that he is obviously not relaxed at all now, and even extremely nervous.

After all, although the human in front of him can communicate normally, he is essentially an out-and-out monster, and he can kill himself a hundred times with a single move.

And judging from Barsazza's previous performance, it is obvious that he is not the kind of person who cares about the law, and there is no softness at all when killing people.