"Faith in God, then we are right, with the Army"

In S.H.I.E.L.D.'s exclusive logistics base for the Avengers, the American team hummed a song and walked in the corridor back to the dormitory with a few brand-new shields.

He was in a pretty good mood.

The shield that symbolizes the United States is as kind to the old virgin American team who has been single for 90 years, as if it were his wife.

So, with four more shields symbolizing China, France, Russia and Britain, wouldn't it be a group of wives and concubines to enjoy the blessings of all people?

It's a little exciting to think about it!

Suddenly, the American team humming the song paused in a corner of the dormitory area, frowning slightly and quickly spreading.

In front of the door of his dormitory, there was a man leaning against the wall with his hands, and when he came back, he raised his bald head that could reflect the light, and smiled at the American team.

"Captain!"

The lights in the hallway reflect people's faces.

The Blood Monk is also the old man of the Avengers!

It's a pity that his origin is unknown, or the villain is whitewashed, and after S.H.I.E.L.D. gradually absorbed some innocent superpowers in 'Crazy Thursday', he was gradually marginalized.

Of course, the American team does not discriminate against their comrades-in-arms, and they get along well with the blood monks.

"What's the matter?"

The American team took a few steps, held all the shields they were holding with one hand, and took out the key from their waists, "Let's have a cup of coffee first!" ”

Chirping!

"No!"

The blood monk stood up straight, stared at the face of the American team with very angry inverted triangular eyes, and said:

"I've heard that your tailed chicken has evolved, so I want to try your new powers, captain!"

"Sparring?" The U.S. team was instantly interested.

The blood monk paused, and said in an inexplicable tone: "Okay! I don't think there will be many chances to fight you in the future! ”

Is it because it's unpleasant to be marginalized?

It doesn't matter, all it takes is a hearty battle between real men to solve any problem.

"Good! Let's go to the training ground! ”

The American team nodded heavily, threw the four newly arrived 'juniors' in their hands onto the bed, lifted their 'main wife', and walked to the wardrobe.

"Wait a minute, wait until I find a spare pair of shorts."

Tony didn't become an Avenger, and the Avengers lacked the support of a local tyrant scientist, so they were naturally a lot worse in terms of backup treatment, but with the full support of S.H.I.E.L.D., at least their training ground was quite technological.

The empty all-encompassing training ground and even the lamps on the roof are made of special alloys, which can withstand thousands of degrees of heat and ten tons per square centimeter, which is enough to ensure that the heroes' mutual learning will not have a slight impact on the outside world.

Bang Bang Bang!

In this empty training ground reflecting the metallic light, a muffled sound like raindrops echoed continuously, it was the blood monk 'wrought iron'!

With his physical body hard against the attack of the American team, the Blood Monk bombarded the star paint on the surface of the American team's shield with a punch like a vent, and quickly rubbed off most of the special paint, revealing the dazzling and shining metal layer underneath.

Rumble!

After the Blood Monk threw another heavy punch, the American team, which had already been a sandbag hundreds of times, did not use a shield to block this time.

He tilted his shield, and after two turns in the air with the help of his strength, he landed steadily, and threw the shield in his hand in a standard posture that had been tempered for thousands of years.

The round shield flew towards the Blood Monk with a sound of breaking through the air, but it was stretched out and flirted, and flew past the tip of the Blood Monk's hair, without making any achievements.

The blood monk who had escaped this flying shield raid showed a puzzled expression.

The shield he blocked made a strange arc in the air, knocked on the edge of the training ground, and bounced straight into the hands of the American team.

There is no trace of the use of any supernatural abilities. Is it a simple skill? That's amazing!

I praised it in my heart, but the movements of the blood monk's hands were not slow at all, and a punch like a huge wave of layers attacked the American team again.

After all, this time he came with a special purpose.

Soon, although there were no injuries, the American team, which had been beaten, couldn't help it.

The temperature in the training ground rose instantly, and a strong heat wave filled the air, making the oxygen thin.

The Blood Monk could feel the scorching flames of the sun, and he stared at Steve Rogers, who had become a fiery person, and smiled with satisfaction.

"It's okay, it's not polluted!"

Rogers, who clenched his hands into fists, didn't hear the blood monk's muttering, and casually shot out a flame and asked:

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, Captain! I'm going to get serious too! ”

In response to the American team's words in a loud voice, the blood monk put his hands together and formed a strange handprint.

In the next moment, the blood mist in the sky erupted like a flash of light, making the special training ground 100 meters long and 10 meters high filled with blood and made it difficult to see, and at the same time, the dozens of high-speed cameras placed around the entire training ground also failed almost simultaneously.

After the entire training ground was shrouded in a blood-colored fog that was difficult to see, a vague figure slowly rose from the shadow of the blood monk.

"Damn! Damn Farke! ”

Inside the surveillance room, one of Fury's cronies spits out the mantra of his boss.

Bang!

In the invisible blood mist, a streamer of flame rampaged through it, trying to find the trace of the opponent.

Suddenly, a thick blood mist tore open, and a figure rushed towards the American team like a sharp sword.

There is fraud!

As a master tactician, the first reaction of the American team after seeing the exposed blood monk was like this, he quickly threw out a few flames to force the blood monk and began to retreat at the same time, wanting to distance himself from the blood monk.

But.

It hurts!

The American team, which turned into Thunderbolt, suddenly lost his ability and turned back into a sturdy naked man, and then his head, spine, and flank were hit almost simultaneously.

When the American team was about to lose consciousness due to extreme pain, the sound of a late break in the air came from behind him.

The Blood Monk is right in front of me, who is the one who attacked me?

With this confusion, Steve fell into a coma.

In the thick mist of blood, a burly man with six arms slowly walked in front of him, and dealt another blow to the back of his head as he fell to the ground, ensuring that he couldn't wake up for a while, and then sat cross-legged next to the red striped American team.

"Asura, why did you choose him as your mother body for rebirth? Captain America's strength is average, and he's still a man! ”

"There is also a legend in this world that the Virgin Mary gave birth to Jesus."

Asura sat cross-legged, each of his six arms tied with a Dharma seal, and his face was dignified and solemn:

"A virgin can be, and a virgin can naturally do it! Strength is not important, gender is not important, what matters is character, will, soul!

And he is the best and best I have found in this world in the past year, a true saint, a true perfect person! Only such a living saint is worthy to give birth to me, and will make the newborn me stronger! ”

The blood monk was silent, no longer replying, but stepped forward to turn the unconscious American team over, put his hands in front of his abdomen, and then took a few steps back, bowed his head and thought silently.

Asura is an experimental subject within the Blood Demon Sect, a 'test-tube baby' who has perfectly inherited the excellent traits of the powerful Namek and Asura bloodlines.

But he is not a naturally born life after all, although he has excellent talent and amazing combat power, he is born with defects in blood, soul, etc.

In the face of his problem, the Blood Demon Academy Palace also gave a solution: like natural life, you can be born again!

But a trace of worry flashed in the blood monk's eyes:

Jesus was born in Mary because He was the 'Son', and Shakya broke through the spine of the Mother of the Peacock Buddha because he had attained the Buddha's power to be far above the Mother's body!

If the Blood Monk chooses himself, he must choose the best among ordinary people, and he will not risk being counterattacked to choose a superhero who is not weak.

"Fear before and after, mediocrity disturbs themselves! That's why I can't be a strong man? ”

The blood monk shook his head, laughed at himself in his heart, and watched this genius perform a wonderful method with a single sect, wanting to prostitute some methods and inspiration from it.

The moment he stared at Asura, the Blood Monk only felt a fierce coldness rising from his back, freezing cold and sweeping through his body, making him feel like he was in an ice cellar.

It wasn't Asura's targeting, it was just that in front of him who was casting spells with all his might, the Blood Monk was instinctively afraid.

That fear is called - he can second me!

The blood monk kept his mind tightly, and even though his thoughts were damaged, he was still reluctant to look away.

I saw that the six hands of the Asura holding the seal gradually turned into a six-colored cold light, and from the six arms of the Asura continued to spread, everywhere I went, the flesh and blood that was stronger and tougher than steel melted like hot wax and added to the cold light.

However, in the time of thirty breaths, the cold light of the original red, purple and blue colors intertwined and intersected in the asura's chest like a stream of water, and finally became an invisible pale white smoke.

At this point, most of Asura's body had been reduced to nothing, and only his hideous head and half of his chest remained.

"Immeasurable life and death are born in the present, and they will be born and natural. I'll go too! ”

The pale white smoke on Asura's chest quickly condensed into his chest, and then the remaining half of his body gradually stiffened like a tree, and when it withered, Asura spat out his throat and spit out a white egg.

At first, the egg was nearly a foot, and after a short time it shrank to an inch, but the color became more and more colorful and bright.

The Blood Monk knew that this was the special ability of the Nameks.

Nameks have no gender and can reproduce by spitting eggs in their mouths, but Asura's spitting eggs this time is different-

He has poured all his life and soul into the egg, and from the egg will be born a better and more powerful 'Asura II' who has inherited all his memories!

The Blood Monk breathed a sigh of relief, and waved his hand to draw out a blood-colored True Qi, which circled and spun for a moment, wrapping the 'Asura Egg' and sinking into the belly of the sleeping American team.

After doing all this, the blood monk dispelled the blood mist that shrouded the training ground, pretended to be a little embarrassed, and injected some Zhenqi to wake up the American team.

In a daze, Steve seemed to hear someone calling for him.

"Captain? Captain! Wake up! ”

The U.S. team slowly raised their eyes and regained consciousness.

It hurts all over my body. Oops, I'm still naked!

The awakened American team subconsciously covered their buttocks for the first time.

Fortunately, it doesn't hurt here!

Good thing you're not that kind of person!

Taking the spare clothes from the Blood Monk, Captain Mei breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the Blood Monk with a little gratitude in his eyes.

The beautiful team, who didn't realize that there was anything more in his body at all, chatted awkwardly with the blood monk for a while, and finally threw down a sentence:

"You're weird, huh?"

Blood Monk: ??? Is this a stupid three years of pregnancy?

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(End of chapter)