The root of American comics

Chapter The world is a card game

"Old Hod, we should also try to contact the ancient gods and ancient beings. After all, we are not strong enough to face those disaster gods. Biquge and their recovery have made many people feel... There is panic, even among Assassin's assassins, there are some such people, but under our blockade, we have always revealed that those gods of disaster may return, but we did not necessarily say that they will return, but even if That’s right, those who have inherited memories still can’t help but be frightened, their power is too powerful.”

Leviathan said solemnly.

"I understand." Old Hod frowned; "Even I doubt whether we can defeat those gods of disaster again. Although I am not afraid as a person who has died once, I can't guarantee that others will Man, Leviathan, I objected to you using killing to solve everything, but I also understood that it was the best choice. But I didn’t want to see that scene before the real decisive battle."

Leviathan's eyes shrank from their usual sharpness, revealing only calmness, but this calmness was like stagnant water. He looked at Old Hod and said in a very normal voice, as if to report, "I don't know how. Allow the worst possible scenario.”

Old Hod looked at Leviathan like this and felt guilty in his heart. The Leviathan in front of him was just a young man, but he was responsible for the biggest sin in the mysterious world.

He sighed "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought that up."

"It's nothing, Old Hod. Our will is the same, which is to maintain human order. If the God of Disaster wins, he will destroy everything, and humans will become their slaves."

Leviathan shook his head, and then said, "I won't send you off anymore. It's not time for you to officially appear in front of them."

"Ah."

Old Hod nodded and walked forward alone. When he walked not far away, his body disappeared.

Not long after, a car drove over from behind Leviathan and drove to Leviathan's side. Colson opened the car door and got out. He looked at Leviathan standing there alone. , then I knew I was already late.

He walked to Leviathan and said, "It seems that I don't have the fate to meet that old Mr. Hodder for the time being."

"That's true, Coulson." Leviathan said softly.

"...You never hide your thoughts and keep everything above board. You are an outstanding conspirator Leviathan. Is that the leader of the prophets among you? He should be very important. I originally wanted to talk to him.”

Listening to Colson's not too anxious voice, Leviathan took out a pack of cigarettes, took out one and lit it, then handed the cigarette to Colson and signaled.

Colson did not refuse and took one.

Two men stood next to the car, looking at the distant scenery, smoking with the occasional wind.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Leviathan looked back at Colson and said, "You know what? Some things in this world are so complicated, just bear it."

"But one day, everything will be revealed. If not, it means it has rotted." Coulson said gently.

Leviathan smiled and said, "I think so, then just wait and see who is the friend and who is the enemy in this card game. Just words and some superficial things can never prove anything."

"I hope to see good results in the poker game, but I am also a little afraid of when the cards are really revealed. By the way, if you have time, change to a pack of cigarettes. This cigarette is so bad that it makes your throat hurt."

Colson said with some melancholy, and finally changed the subject, half joking and half complaining about Leviathan's cigarettes.

"So I usually don't smoke. Come on, give me a ride."

Leviathan said lightly, and then he turned around and got into Colson's car.

"I hope you'll pay my fare."

Coulson joked in a worried tone.

……

What happened in New Mexico has come to an end for the time being. The battle videos of Thor, the leader of Assassin, and Hod, the leader of the Prophets, have been widely circulated around the world, and the existence of Asgard has also attracted people's attention. Shock.

This instead confirmed the existence of gods. Although some mystics spoke out and said that the gods of Asgard were not real gods, they were just powerful aliens, these remarks were quickly covered up in the wave of public opinion. .

"They are really good at public opinion. Our Chief Nick is crying."

Natasha and Kikyo were drinking coffee in the rest area in a quiet training ground of SHIELD, while Kikyo's master, Hawkeye Barton, was constantly practicing his archery abilities.

Kikyo chuckled and said, "If Mr. Nick hears what you say, he will be really angry."

"Come on, that braised egg."

Natasha smoothed her hair and took a sip of coffee gracefully.

Kikyo looked at Barton, with some regret on her face. She picked up the mocha in front of her, took a sip, and said with some melancholy, "During this time, I was actually very happy, because in the days before my death, my life was only Killing demons is very boring. However, it will be over soon, and the chance of meeting you next time will be very slim."

Natasha looked at Kikyo. She had a pretty good relationship with Kikyo, and the two of them were actually quite similar. In the first half of her life, there was nothing but missions and training. But now, it's actually better.

Having such a similar experience, plus being a woman, and with Natasha's intentional interaction, she is the only person in SHIELD that Kikyo can talk to a lot.

After all, Barton is just a man, and the only topic with Kikyo is archery.

"Is the Hall of Valor going to recall you?" Natasha frowned and asked.

Kikyo nodded and said calmly, "In fact, we have stayed in this world for a long time, far exceeding the length of the Holy Grail War in the past. Generally speaking, only illegal summons can do it, but the Leviathan leader used Some special methods were used to communicate with the Hall of Valor, so that these heroic spirits like me can stay in the world for such a long time. But since Lord Itachi returned, I have vaguely felt the call of the Hall of Valor."

"That's such a shame... I still have a lot of things I want to share with you."

Natasha sighed. She was really a little regretful. After all, there were very few people she could talk to. On the contrary, it was Kikyo, a heroic spirit who had no home in the world, who could make her open her heart more or less.

"Natasha, those clothes you gave me are too revealing."

Thinking of the friendship with Natasha during this period, Kikyo thought of something and her cold face blushed slightly.

Looking at Kikyo like this, Natasha couldn't help but smile, secretly thinking that she is such a cute girl, she said, "Jikyong, you are the one who can't let go. If you don't like it, why do you often secretly apply the makeup I teach you?"

Kikyo stopped talking. Although as a heroic spirit, she didn't need makeup, he still liked some unique makeup, so he often painted it secretly in his room.