[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

The lowest level has enough facilities to shock everyone.

There were no experimental equipment or self-disciplined fortifications that Steve had envisioned at the beginning. What was presented to them was a deep pit made of cement the size of a football field.

The cement pit goes straight down, except for a small vertical steel ladder on the edge, there is no way to connect to the depths, and the field of vision is a deep black, even the vision of the goblin has been strengthened by magic.

"...I thought Mr. Crawley's 'punch a hole' meant in a mystical sense, but this one looks...obviously physical?"

After a long time, Bucky sighed.

"I don't quite understand either... What do you think, Lindell?"

Steve also asked hesitantly. This diameter obviously exceeded his expectations. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't seem like a range that a sword could cut through.Later, 70 years later, when Steve had the opportunity to visit the Kimberley diamond mine, he felt a similar sense of oppression.

But now, the three of them stood in front of the huge pit, and could only feel the insignificance of human beings and the madness of Hydra's behavior.

"Below..."

Lindell's attention was not on the diameter of the giant pit.

"Down here, many, many people died."

He said in a trembling voice.

It's not that even the corpses are here, but that only the broken souls are left.Thousands of human souls are buried here, like fuel about to be pumped into an engine.Various spells and magic materials are inlaid inside the cement. Although it is impossible to get a glimpse of them in their entirety, it is obviously far from a one-day effort.

Pop, pop, pop.

In the darkness, someone came towards them applauding.

"Should I say, is it worthy of being a creature with a keen sense of life and soul? It can actually see through the core of this grand ceremony at a glance."

John Schmidt's crimson head is particularly terrifying in this space: "That's why it makes people feel strange-this shouldn't be nothing but nothing for you inner creatures Is it something harmful? Or is it that a life like a goblin, who has no sense of morality, will really stand on the side of mankind because of its ridiculous humanitarian spirit?"

"As a result, since you will now put your weapons on these irresistible humans, mass slaughter is nothing but humans of different races and beliefs—"

Lindell's golden eyes stared at Schmidt: "How do you want me to believe that next time your weapon will not be aimed at a goblin whose appearance is different from that of a human?"

During the years of studying in the human school, he knew a little bit about the history of human evolution.The Neanderthals were slaughtered by the original human race, the Crusades triggered by religion, witch hunts against witches and magicians, and more recently the westward expansion of the United States, the exclusion of dissidents seems to be engraved in the biological instinct Li's behavior, if only because he and Steve were small to begin with, had once—only once—been shunned by classmates.

——Later, Lindell beat them to the point of crying, and Steve and Bucky barely stopped them by pulling their arms and hugging their waists.

"I can't say that humans are all such creatures."

Lindell frowned: "—because after all, there are 26 billion human beings, and Steve is not...but I'm sure you are."

"Hahahaha, so you think so?"

Schmidt let out a hearty laugh: "After the strength of human beings can threaten the goblins, they began to feel vigilant? Then in fairy tales, when human beings worship creatures like you as gods, why does no one stand up?" Come out and say you want to hide inside the world?"

There is a strange madness in his eyes: "Yes, you are right, now we will embrace the eternal life. One day, we will surpass and command your species!"

... This man has gone mad.

Even without deliberately reading the other party's emotions, Lindell can feel this strangeness.It's hard to figure out whether it was the transformation potion used by the super soldier that created this madness, or whether the excessive intake of magic power finally deflected his soul form slightly like a forged hot metal.

Bucky raised his hand and shot. The bullet penetrated the opponent's body without hindrance, and finally hit the concrete wall of the deep pit. It took a long time to hear the second echo.

"Magic phantom...his real location is not here."

"That's right, because this place will soon become a hub connecting the two worlds. If you stay here for too long, it might become something like the outside world."

This time, Schmidt's voice was much farther away, but the suspicion of using some means to change the position of the sound field still cannot be ruled out.Dugan and the others are now in a bitter battle with Wingodi, and obviously they can't tell the difference. Steve suddenly raised his hand and threw the round shield at a corner of this space. After a few metallic sounds, the steel-white pentagon The star hit something, and Schmidt let out a muffled groan.

"I didn't even realize he was there!"

Lindell shocked: "Do super soldiers have night vision in their eyes?"

"You judge the enemy by hostility, but that guy has no hostility towards you and me."

Steve stood up, "He no longer treats all the humans around him as equals."

Stretching in front of them is a bottomless man-made abyss, a well of souls filled with countless dead souls.Lindell stretched out the flaming sword in his hand, and put on a posture of being ready for battle. The magic power around him was dirty and full of resentment, but it was not impossible to use.The goblin boy took a deep breath, feeling the complex emotions of human beings squeezed into his body, but fortunately, this was not the first time he experienced this feeling... He can still hold the sword, which is good.

The magic power is like waves, coming from the depths of the well little by little, with a disturbing atmosphere.The sound of the plane's engine was heard in the distance, and with the vibration of the ground, the semi-curved ceiling above their heads gradually opened, and a strangely shaped folding-wing fighter slowly rose.

"It doesn't make sense."

John Schmidt, with the skull head that even demons would dislike, stepped onto the plane in three steps and two steps, and said to Lindell: "This kind of grand ceremony is difficult to interrupt, and if you take a hundred thousand steps back, even if you It succeeded—as long as human wars still exist, there will never be a shortage of such dead souls. It is not difficult for me to make a similar thing again. Modern magicians are restrained only because of the shortage of magic sources, but As long as you deliberately start a dispute, there will be no shortage of this kind of thing!"

A large number of human beings are just stepping stones to cross the new era, and they are the overproducts of new existence, which can continuously reproduce and be used as firewood for burning.

"Ah, yes, I remembered, you both know that Howard Stark."

As if he suddenly remembered something, he said with great interest: "According to the information in our hands, that guy should be in Manhattan now... Humans are just building some aircraft and tanks. Do you think that in the farther future Here, how efficient will humans invent killing weapons?"

"Mr. Howard is nothing like you."

Lindell didn't hesitate: "Don't just use others to compare yourself to yourself!"

"Haha? It's hard for me to imagine that an arrogant guy like you would take the initiative to protect a specific one or two humans. Did you get any great benefits from that guy?"

Schmidt retorted: "But I guess he won't live to see the results of the research, after all, the next target of this plane is New York."

After finishing speaking, the engine of the plane began to burst into flames, and the cockpit cover slowly closed.The plane's magazine is full of two rows of sickle-type close-packed missiles, and although the position of the cargo bay can only be seen a little, the huge warheads are enough to alert both Steve and Bucky.

——Lindell's knowledge of weapons and equipment is limited, and he can only recognize some common standard weapons on the battlefield, but Steve and Bucky are very clear about what such a large warhead means.

"Can't get this plane to make it to New York—"

Bucky looked at Steve without hesitation, and the tacit understanding of years of fighting made the blue-eyed super soldier nod heavily: "I'll go this way."

"He's right. Even if it destroys this place, as long as the war still exists, Hydra can easily create a second ritual place similar to this one, so...he must be dealt with."

The blond American soldier took off the command communicator on his cheek and put it on Lindell's head.The two of them were so far apart in stature that the out-of-size single-ear microphone hung over Lindell's face like a teenager wearing a toy one size up.

"I have to ask you to do me a favor."

He said: "I may not be able to jump this distance...you can throw me on the plane."

"But how did you come back?"

Lindell frowned: "You don't know how to fly a plane. Now only Dugan can do it. If you kill him on the plane, no one will be able to bring you back."

"There's always a way, I promise you."

Steve said, keeping his eyes on the distance between the plane and him, and during the slow take-off stage, he knew that Lindell's arm strength was definitely enough to throw him up: "I'm Captain America."

But you have never used this identity in private, Lindell frowned, and looked at the soldiers in front of him again: "Is this a vow (Vow)?"

"I swear to you, Lindell."

Steve bent his eyes and smiled, gently urging him: "Hurry up, it's too late."

So Lindell closed his eyes, surrounded by a magical wind.He stretched out his arms and picked up Steve, just like he picked up those provocative homeless people in the streets and alleys of Brooklyn in his childhood, and slammed into the air-the parabolic distance was not enough to catch up with the accelerating forward However, a gust of strong wind blew in just in time, giving it the final acceleration.

With one hand, Steve grabbed the landing gear that was gradually retracting, and the snow wind hung on his eyelashes, and he climbed up vigorously. As the plane left, the faint light gradually spread upward from the bottom of the deep well, like a The golden, misty river of light surges up little by little with illusory and transparent tides.

This is the magic power visible to the naked eye, even because of the high density and even piled up to produce a luminous phenomenon, Lindell no longer has time to think about things about the plane and Steve, so he can only raise the sword again, and release them one by one in order The seal on the sword of fire.

The blond boy chanted word by word, which was not easy, but at this critical moment, he was attentive enough.

[flamma]

[liberation]

[promovere]

[damnum...]

The flames on the sword's edge skyrocketed little by little with the chant, and finally became a bright red line of fire connecting him and the sky.Compared with the huge deep well in front of them, the figures of Lindell and Barnes are as inconspicuous as a handful of bushes in a whole forest. Magic power pours into the body from all directions, and then flows through the body through the flame sword Among them, the raging malice came overwhelming, like a collapsing torrent, trying to submerge himself, and as the light on the blade became more and more bright, the sword body, which was originally as light as a feather to his arm strength, also disappeared. became more and more heavy.

Death, being tortured, poisoned by poison gas, shot. Killed, eyes closed forever because of hunger, falling down in heavy work and never getting up again, looking at photos of relatives and committing suicide in despair... Endless death surges Into the body, bit by bit slowly but unrelentingly erodes rationality.Physiological tears filled the golden eyes, and big ones poured out of the eye sockets. Humans are a short-lived species. Compared with Aziraphale and Crowley, who have remained unchanged for 6000 years, they are like The flames were fleeting, but such sparks burned into one piece, bringing scorching heat waves, flowing left and right in the body, and finally turned into the sword glow in his hand.

Disgusting.People who use these human souls as fuel are disgusting, and they are also absorbing the magic power around them. This form of existence, as well as this muddy magic power itself, are all—

"Lindell."

Bucky suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword and pressed his fingers together. Lindell turned his head in astonishment. The other party smiled gently and met his gaze: "Steve didn't ask me to fight with him for sure. It's because you want me to help you."

He blinked, and whispered in the other's ear: "Although he told me not to tell you, this kind of thing must be said to be effective-the guy said that it would be very stressful to leave such an important job to you alone." It’s big, and the surrounding environment here is also dangerous...so please ask me to protect you from the beginning.”

Ah...that's it.

Humans are fragile and complex creatures.

The majestic soul blocks thinking, but Lindell can still recall and think slowly.The maintenance of the flame sword took up too much of his calculation function, so that such thinking seemed heavy and intermittent.

Many years ago, two human children whose combined strength was less than half his size stood in front of him tremblingly, facing a terrifying enemy that he had never seen before, even if their calves trembled with fright, they were unwilling to move away; the same is true A human being, when he showed his inhuman and terrifying side, asked him without hesitation if the injury hurt, and if he wanted to treat the wound, but he was the one who was most suitable to be the protector. one.

It's like a lighthouse lighting a fire to indicate the course on the dark sea with rough thunderclouds.Lindell felt that his thinking and will were like sailing boats drifting on the sea. Even though the lights did not have any effect on curbing the sweeping waves, it unexpectedly made people feel confident.

[...cladem! ]

The sword body, which was as heavy as a thousand pounds, was finally lifted up again under the strength of two people.The flames extend to tens of meters, bright and warm but not scalding, completely different from open flames in the physical sense.Obviously just trying to hold it was very laborious, but now it seems that the blade is like an extension of his own arm. Lindell thought in confusion, probably because this is the power of human beings, because human beings have almost unlimited possibilities , That's why I let myself, who was set a limit at the beginning, continue to move forward in the direction pointed out by that person.

——That person, the only super soldier in the world with quadruple physical strength.

But surprisingly, this power has nothing to do with super soldiers.At this moment, the one who anchored his soul in the storm was the blue-eyed boy from Brooklyn who suffered from asthma and would find it difficult to breathe even when he was emotional.