American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

“Fire Cloud Cthulhu... just died like that?”

Please forgive the Defenders' feelings at this moment. You must know that he was a man who couldn't be killed even by gunpowder, yet he was split in half by a red sword aura.

He didn't even leave a corpse behind after his death, turning into black particles and dissipating between heaven and earth.

This sense of unreality caused some commotion among them, but soon, they saw Cloud Strife's solemn expression.

It was an extremely serious expression, as if sensing some lurking beast lurking around, requiring them to tighten their nerves and be vigilant at all times.

Whoosh...

Carrying a slight chill, a gust of breeze stirred up a few fallen leaves on the ground. The fallen leaves spun in the air, and before they even touched the ground, a corner of the leaf surface had already turned into ice crystals.

A drop of sweat dripped from the tip of his nose onto the ground. Cloud Strife moved two steps to the left with a沉着 face, reminding them.

“Be careful... there's still an expert.”

Expert?

Who is it?

The Defenders were shocked and quickly raised their weapons, carefully searching their surroundings.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

But as time slowly passed, nothing was discovered.

The others naturally wouldn't think Cloud Strife was joking. Just as they turned their heads to ask, they suddenly saw a man standing quietly behind Cloud Strife at some unknown time.

Horror!!

【Emotional value from Matt Murdock +663】

【Emotional value from Frank Castle +657】

【Emotional value from Luke Cage +671】

【Emotional value from Jessica Jones +677】

“Clap clap clap.”

Clapping his hands, the man spoke.

“Pitiful, regrettable... This is the consequence of misusing the Killing Stone fragments.

Tsk tsk, an evil spirit-transformed body, unable to even preserve a complete corpse after death.”

The man's gaze swept over the Killing Stone fragments on the ground and quickly left, as if with disdain, or perhaps with some kind of fear.

He had long black hair, wore a black robe, and wore a mask made of ice on his face.

His voice was deep and powerful, and although it wasn't loud, it seemed to echo in everyone's ears, like a lofty emperor.

His aura was exceptionally strong, simply standing there, he seemed like a huge vortex, radiating the air within a hundred meters.

“Ah-choo~”

Rubbing her hands, Jessica couldn't help but sneeze.

“Ah... so cold, who exactly is this guy?”

This was the question the Defenders wanted to ask, and Cloud Strife, standing behind the other party, wanted to know the answer even more.

But his way of asking questions was more direct.

With a flick of his wrist and a quick spin of his body, the peerless sword was drawn in an arc for a rapid horizontal slash.

Ding~

The attack was launched without warning. As if plucking something from a bag, two fingers lightly clamped the blade of the peerless sword.

The fingers seemed to have immense strength. No matter how hard Cloud Strife tried, the blade could not be pulled away even a fraction.

“Truly a good sword.”

The man seemed to be intrigued, carefully looking at it a few times, then suddenly let go of his fingers and casually flicked the sword's body.

Clang~

“But the person... is still a little lacking.”

Along with this evaluation, a huge force struck Cloud Strife's wrist along the blade of the peerless sword.

If he hadn't been desperately holding on with both hands, this sword would have been released!

Even so, Cloud Strife was pushed back a distance by that force, and his hands were in severe pain.

Ignoring his red and painful wrists, Cloud Strife asked with cold eyes.

“Who exactly are you?”

“I am Lord God Emperor.

The master of the Heavenly Gate, the eighth precept of the Ten Commandments Gang.”

Without any intention of hiding, God Emperor revealed his identity directly with his hands behind his back.

Frowning and racking his brains for a long time, Cloud Strife couldn't think of where there was such a person as God Emperor.

He could be sure that he had never heard of this name in his life.

Seeing that the other party had no hostility, he temporarily put away his sword and asked the other party's purpose.

“I came here this time originally to recruit that Fire Cloud Cthulhu into my Heavenly Gate to be a flute-playing page.

But your appearance has indeed made my eyes light up!”

He chuckled and took two steps forward.

“Let me ask you, are you willing to join the Heavenly Gate and become my subordinate?”

To do what?

To be a flute-playing page?

Cloud Strife also had dignity, and immediately refused with a cold face.

The power of the person in front of him was indeed unfathomable, but wanting to subdue him as a lackey based on this alone was too naive.

Being rejected to his face, God Emperor was a little unhappy. Just as he was about to say something more, his ears twitched, and a burst of rapid footsteps came towards him.

He turned around and looked in that direction with displeasure.

Only to see a group of well-equipped S.H.I.E.L.D. agents with machine guns running over quickly, surrounding the two people.

Coulson, leaning on a cane, followed far behind, exerting all his strength, shouting as he walked.

“Gentlemen, we at S.H.I.E.L.D. are very sincere, can we talk?”

The answer to him was a disdainful snort.

“The American government? Hmph... I admire your courage, but I pity your ignorance.”

“Wait, we can talk things over...”

Coulson saw that the situation was not right and tried to remedy it.

But God Emperor had already lost his patience. He waved his sleeve, and a chilling aura burst out in an instant.

Huge ice ridges surged up from the ground, freezing all the gun-wielding agents in a short moment.

“Cloud Strife, you better consider it, we will naturally have a day to meet in the future!”

Completely ignoring Coulson's ugly face, God Emperor moved his feet and disappeared instantly.

Frowning, Cloud Strife threw a black gourd to Chun-Li, walked over, and instructed her on how to use it before using his Qinggong and leaving quickly.

“Wait... don't go!”

Smiling bitterly and reaching out his hand, Coulson only felt that it was too difficult.

These people, relying on their high skills, didn't take S.H.I.E.L.D. seriously at all, coming and going as they pleased.

Are you OK?

Is it so difficult just to have a conversation?

Turning his head, Coulson looked pitifully at Frank and the others, and said awkwardly.

“Or... shall we talk?”

......

After communicating with Coulson, Chun-Li and the others left.

The gourd that Cloud Strife left before he left was really magical.

Chun-Li drank a little of the water in the gourd according to Cloud Strife's instructions, and felt a shock in her body. Her limbs and bones were as relaxed as if they were soaked in a hot spring, and her injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Matt and the others took the gourd one by one, and each of them took several big gulps, and then surprisingly experienced this feeling of being healed, humming comfortably on the spot.

Even Danny, who had fainted, was fed several gulps, and woke up stretching after not long.

However, for the dead Elektra, this gourd did not exert its effect.

This was also normal. The healing props from Black Myth: Wukong, although they have the effect of restoring health points, it is impossible to rely on this to resurrect.

In the next few days, Coulson frequently met with Chun-Li, asking for some information.

Chun-Li did not hide anything, and roughly described to Coulson the information she knew about the Kongling Immortal Realm and the Demon Realm.

Then, after refusing Coulson's invitation to join S.H.I.E.L.D., she and several companions of the Defenders Alliance attended Elektra's funeral together.

Soon after, receiving news of Shadowloo's activities in Europe, Chun-Li said goodbye to everyone and left.

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