Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Only the captain is left."

Tess' voice couldn't be conveyed, as if Nick Fury didn't respond no matter how loudly he called Rumlow at this time.

The news that might affect the fairness of the battle was blocked by the holy mountain of Harrogas, and the next step was the battle between the belief of the warrior and the devil.

Tess was already trembling, and the moment the wandering spirit appeared, he knew why his captain became so strange.

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

Without any power to fight back, his teammates were torn to pieces by the wandering spirit.

Bright red flesh and blood scattered all over the ground, and those fallen demons who had already died for the second time stood up again and shouted "Lakanishu".

Everything in front of him was transmitted to Nick Fury's office along the camera, and everyone was silent.

They really couldn't explain what was going on in front of them, and the tragic sacrifice also made them lose the idea of ​​chatting.

"What the hell are ghosts?"

Nick Fury shouted anxiously, although no one knew whether this anxiety was his real emotion or his disguise.

But it is better to answer his question at this time.

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

The supernatural research expert who spoke back spoke in a somewhat uncertain tone.

After all, how could the spirit body tear the elite special operations team of S.H.I.E.L.D. with a pair of pale claws?

...

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

Bulkelso explained to Gu Yi and Jill.

The soul contaminated with the breath of hell is no longer a pure spiritual body, just like the ancestors of the barbarians blessed by the holy mountain of Harrogas, the body has the power to support their physical reality.

So the ancestors of the barbarians could eat food like living people, and those demons could also tear open the human body.

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

Gu Yi was a little puzzled. In her perception, as long as the soul is strong enough, it can also form a substance.

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

Vader shouted unwillingly, this time his interjection aroused the dissatisfaction of other ancestors, Ambo grabbed his neck, and the two souls disappeared to nowhere.

On the projection in front of him, Rumlow gradually gained the upper hand.

His battle with the Fallen Demon Wizard was not as easy as overthrowing those ordinary Fallen Demons.

In addition to being used as a blunt weapon, the wooden stick in this guy's hand can also trigger a fireball the size of a washbasin.

Such a fighting method that can be used from far and near made it take a lot of effort for Rumlow to find an opportunity, dragging this hateful guy into uninterrupted close combat.

The knuckles with the blue light finally found a chance, and stabbed the fallen magician's throat fiercely.

The red-skinned monster finally fell to the ground after uttering a hoarse "Lakanishu" accompanied by the sound of bone shattering.

The footsteps of the revived fallen demons in the distance had already come from around the corner, but Rumlow's sight hit the unremarkable stone on the ground.

This stone is the drop of the fallen magician after death. After tasting the sweetness of the equipment, Rumlow will not let go of the possibility of becoming stronger.

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

In just a blink of an eye, he regained his will.

"Lingshi, does this guy have a fate with those monks?"

Bul-Kelso once again weighs in on the brutal ordeal.

According to the usual practice, it is not uncommon for any equipment to appear in the barbarian's secret realm.

But after all, those belonging to the barbarians have more equipment.

It's like it's easier to see the monk's equipment in the secret realm of the Sky Temple.

The moment Rumlow got the Lingshi, he understood how to use this thing, and he put this small-looking stone on his forehead.

Then, as if some magical power fixed it there, the white spirit stone stayed there safely.

After the wandering souls became demons, the mind control ability of this group was greatly weakened.

If Rumlow is cautious, he won't be easily seduced without realizing it.

After being protected by the spirit stone, the wandering soul's mind control ability, which is too weak for a barbarian, has completely failed.

This piece of equipment even improved Rumlow's protective ability, at least those annoying red-skinned little devils would hardly be able to harm him.

"Then does he have a chance of surviving?"

Jill's voice sounded, his voice was very small, and his tone, like a prayer, made people care a little bit.

"Speak up Jill! You're going to be a barbarian warrior!"

Bulkelso heard Jill's words clearly. After all, this is not a noisy battlefield. As long as Bulkelso's ears are fine, the voices close at hand can still be heard clearly.

"It depends on whether he can defeat that wandering soul. I can only say that he has a chance."

Bulkelso kind of gave Jill the answer he wanted.

He didn't know whether these guys were worth surviving, after all, Bulkelso wanted to sneeze because of the villain's breath.

But he hates seeing humans die at the hands of demons more than seeing bad guys alive.

Gu Yi didn't say anything, he just glanced at the darkening sky.

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

Gu Yi thought so in his heart.

...

"Come on! You bloody bastard!"

Rumlow yelled loudly at the blue wandering soul, as if to expel his inner fear.

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

Those are all his carefully selected members, more than half of them are the power of Hydra, and the remaining few have a good chance to win over to the Hydra camp.

The sacrifice this time also meant that his hard work of nearly a year was declared useless, but he did not dare to turn his anger on Bulkeso, because after seeing the horror of this secret realm, he realized the strength of the barbarian group.

At this time, he vented his anger through roars like impotent rage.

Rumlow's men subconsciously touched the pistol at his waist. He was not used to fighting with cold weapons. When facing danger, he still trusted the pistol that might not even be able to hurt his opponent.