Steve raised the Crusader shield in his hand, pointed it at the soul over there who was fading away from the mourning, and said with a serious face.

Bucky moved his brand-new arms, but he was not used to it.

This prosthetic limb brings together the barbarians’ few prosthetic limb manufacturing experiences.

 But this thing is very reliable, at least it will not be damaged by external forces.

It’s just that Bucky needs to ask Tony to make a manual control, otherwise the arm can only be smashed like a blunt instrument.

The last young man who used a prosthetic limb made by barbarians became famous.

　　called White.

White's prosthetic leg has also been used as a weapon, which can't be helped.

The prosthetic limbs made by barbarians seem to have no other advantages besides being strong.

“A mage and a barbarian together destroyed a Lord of Skyhammer, and then the angel from above came. It’s that simple.

 But I still like those angels with feathers on their wings. At least that’s the kind of existence I’m familiar with.”

Constantine said while holding a cigarette in his mouth, feeling the pain gradually subside.

 The injuries on his arms have begun to scab over since Steve showed up.

  Steve felt a little bit of the power of law during his brief study with Johanna.

Hopefully, although the Law of Hope cannot grant blessings on a large scale like Johanna, there is still no problem in accelerating healing.

"Who is this?"

 Steve frowned, watching Yi Zuoer slowly catch the soul of Johnny Blaze, and then "send" the vengeful spirit into the crystal door.

The movements are a bit rough.

"have no idea."

  Rumlow shook his head.

 The name of the angel was not something he should remember yet, it didn't seem to matter.

Morcott's voice came from his head:

“Yizur, Tyrael’s most trusted companion. The creator of the legend of Azure Fury.”

 A little explanation made Rumlow nod.

 “Okay, I have to admit that I lied before. This is Yizuel, a legendary angel.”

Hearing this, Steve raised his eyes and looked at Yizuer carefully.

Yizul is using energy to send Johnny Blaze's body to the other side of the crystal door.

“Higher heaven? How come it appears in this place?”

 Steve was confused.

If Johanna had not told him the news about the higher heaven, he might have been able to accept it better.

The "common sense" of a place of refuge that the High Heaven is not a place that can move at any time is broken at this moment.

 “Johanna?”

 Yizur said slowly, his figure still standing in front of the gate of heaven.

 But the higher heaven has begun to slowly disappear.

 It is good for angels to gain faith, but it is not so pure.

 He called out Johanna's name, naturally the idea came to him after seeing the shield in Steve's hand.

 The Crusader heritage includes names.

as always.

 And it’s easy to distinguish.

 The way to use power, and some subtle differences in fighting postures.

 This is enough to show the inheritance source of the Crusaders.

 “So, you changed your name?”

Constantine shook his head and said.

 Throw out the cigarette with only the butt left.

 “No, at least not yet.”

Angels don’t seem to have anything.

 Just the tragedy still made him dazed.

 Steve glanced at the souls that had finally lost their misery, feeling a little dazed.

 After the soul is cleansed and regains its sanity, it will naturally realize the tragedy that it is dead.

 Fortunately, few of these souls are saints.

 At least according to the standards of the Vengeful Spirit, these guys are all guys who deserve to be burned to death.

 In the blink of an eye, the place became a mess.

 The souls screamed, cursed, and began to scatter.

 Some faces were ferocious, while others were full of sorrow.

 The group is scary and blind, and every independent person will take some things for granted in the group.

This is what these souls are like.

 “Rumlow, can you still fight?”

Steve said seriously.

The hell in this world is over, and death is "crazy".

 The soul no longer has a transit point to go to the kingdom of death, and it also loses the attention of death.

 There seems to be only one place they can go now.

 Burning Hell!

 The Battle of Original Sin was constituted by the struggle for these guys.

 New demons and angels, endless battles.

Human beings are just props.

 “Hey~ of course.”

 Rumlow couldn't say no, Mocott was paying attention to him.

 So he didn’t even think about shirk.

“I ask again, can I take these souls and use them as casting materials?”

Constantine took out a new cigarette and took out the lighter that was crushed by the previous impact and looked at it.

Then he waved to John Wicker above.

 Then a lighter was thrown down.

 “Thanks, my ‘brother’.”

Constantine smiled, and then another ball of flesh and blood appeared on his hand.

 Devil's flesh and blood has a strong suppressive power on the soul. In the past, he had to pay great risks to get some demon's flesh and blood.

 It’s pretty good now, I can pick some up at any time.

 As long as you are accompanied by teammates.

“Constantine, the first mission SHIELD gives you is to capture them.”

Nick Fury said seriously.

 Studying the soul is something that many scientists have tried.

 Now that they have living souls as samples, those guys may be able to gain something different.

“Hey, asshole, haven’t my files been entered into SHIELD’s database yet?”

Constantine shook his head and said.

 The souls of some "bad guys", these have endless uses.

 “Now, you have been entered. Operator John Constantine!”

Nick Fury tapped the tablet in his hand and said.

 “Okay, as you wish, my leader!”

Constantine bowed with a smile and put one arm on his chest.
To be continued...