BOOM!
The moment "One" left his lips, the shotgun in Frank's hand fired without hesitation. The blast tore Fury's body in two, splashing the wall behind him with crimson blood.
"I don't know a damn thing, Nick!" Frank turned and left. He was going home to watch the latest episode of Spongebob with his daughter.
Nick Fury woke up in another body, instantly drenched in sweat. He gritted his teeth, wiped his brow with his sleeve, and lay back into the machine. Frank hadn't given him a single useful piece of information. Now, he would have to "personally" take Hellboy to Harrogath. Using a decoy, of course.
A decoy woke up on a high-flying jet, pushed open the lid of its pod, and sat down next to Hellboy.
"Kid, I've got a bad feeling about this," Fury said. Beside him, Hellboy was holding Liz close, the two of them enjoying a moment of peace.
"Director, a massive wave of violent incidents has broken out in New York!" Agent Hill's voice crackled in Fury's ear.
Fury pressed his headset and replied immediately: "You can't handle it? If it's that bad, send Melinda, Barbara, and... forget it, just have them investigate. You have my authorization to mobilize them."
Fury stopped halfway, remembering he didn't have many trusted agents left. Coulson had just "sacrificed" himself, and they hadn't even held a funeral. Hawkeye and Natasha were already on Mount Harrogath. The Howling Commandos were on this plane. He was running out of hands.
"I'm dealing with something more important right now! Unless it's an emergency, don't contact me." Fury took off the headset and looked up to meet Dum Dum Dugan's complicated gaze.
"You're the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., your attention should be on the big picture," Dugan said slowly. Though he still didn't like Fury much, he had seen the man's sense of responsibility lately. He spoke as one old soldier to another.
"But I'm also a soldier, Dum Dum," Fury said, feigning lightheartedness. His intuition told him this mission wouldn't be easy. He smelled danger.
On the other end, Hill looked at the chaotic scenes on the monitors, her expression calm. The screen showed two thugs using rings to fire lasers at each other. When one was hit, he turned into a beam of light and flew into the other's hand. On the table before her lay two rings—one black, one white. Hill's face was set with resolve. S.H.I.E.L.D. had lost an entire tactical team to get these.
For a long time, Hill couldn't decide whether to put one on. She didn't know if the supernatural power would come with some bizarre price.
Just as she made up her mind, an ancient green lantern crashed through the S.H.I.E.L.D. window and floated before her. As if possessed, Hill reached out and took a green ring from inside the lantern. On the lantern, a string of words was engraved:
"In brightest day, in blackest night,
No evil shall escape my sight.
Let those who worship evil's might,
Beware my power... Green Lantern's light!"
Hill read it subconsciously. The moment she finished, the green ring emitted a brilliant emerald glow and slid onto her finger.
"There are still remnants of life from the original world beyond your control? How surprising!" The Living Tribunal said with a smile, looking at Eternity.
When Eternity and the others consumed that world, it had been a brutal battle. Even with Eternity's repairs, there were loopholes. Especially with the arrival of a new world, the residual powers of the old one were beginning to revive.
"Hmph! They are merely minor disturbances within my body. You, on the other hand, should prepare to pay the price!" Eternity's voice was full of dissatisfaction as he fired a wave of light at the Tribunal.
It did no damage. Even if he didn't want to admit it, Eternity was weakening. Oblivion was acting inside him, and Death was stirring up trouble. Those he had suppressed with his will were beginning to rise. Now, he and the Tribunal were on equal footing. A battle of equals would last for ages.
But Eternity hadn't used all his tricks yet. If it came down to it, he would have to choose that path.
On the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, Raekor was sent flying backward. Bul-Kathos followed with a few heavy steps, standing over her. Lightning leaped across his skin, flames flickered, and a layer of frost coated his armor. Such injuries couldn't stop him.
"XIA!"
Bul-Kathos unleashed another war cry, raising his foot to stomp down on Raekor's chest. Holding back in a fight? Bul-Kathos wasn't that naive. Until Raekor admitted defeat, the battle would continue until death returned her to the silence of the ancestors.
"HA!"
Raekor rolled to the side, shouting her own war cry. Bul-Kathos's stomp hit the ground, and with a thunderous boom, a shockwave rippled out in all directions. Raekor sprang to her feet, dropping into a charging stance. She knew Bul-Kathos well, but he didn't know her quite as thoroughly. They had never truly fought, and even their spars were rare. She still believed she could snatch a victory from his hands.
Raekor steadied herself amidst the tremors and, using the momentum of the shockwave, charged again. She tucked her head low and led with her shoulder—the signature charge of Kanuck. Without weapons, this stance dealt the most damage.
"Raekor! I won't ask you to stop! But you had better be clear about what you are fighting for!" Bul-Kathos roared, turning his body. He hung his weapons back on his belt and reached out with both hands.
Furious Charge!
Bul-Kathos, who had surpassed all ancestors in every field, chose to crush Raekor with her own specialty. His arms were like sharp spears, aimed at her throat. His fingers, held tight, were like the deadliest weapons, wreathed in lightning, fire, and frost. The sound of their footsteps was like dozens of war drums beating in a chaotic, primal rhythm.
"I know! But as a King, what have you protected, Bul-Kathos?!" Raekor's voice was piercing. As she questioned him, her shoulder slammed into his chest.
The moment they collided, lightning surged through Bul-Kathos, the arcs leaving deep black scars in the snow. Fire exploded like a grenade, blowing a mist of blood from his chest. Hot blood sprayed onto Raekor's face, only to instantly freeze into frost.
But Bul-Kathos's hand had already clamped around her throat. He could have pierced it, or ripped out her spine like pulling a block from a tower. He didn't.
-------------------------------
I've already uploaded 30 chapters of this story on Patreon!
If you enjoy it, come check out the latest chapters in advance.
Here's the link:
[pat*eon*com/DaoistRoeoNQ]
Thank you so much for your support!!!
"And If you're enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!"