Dante's Marvel Journey

Chapter 155 Baroque, Lord of Hell

Based on Barton's reaction, Natasha leaned forward without even thinking about it, but the unknown enemy behind her was significantly faster, and a huge force struck, smashing into Natasha's waist. On the cervical spine.

"Well!"

Natasha snorted, the box in her hand flew away, the whole person was hit heavily on the ground and bounced high, it can be seen how much effort the attacker used in this attack, if it wasn't for Natasha's body The special battle suit is an expensive black technology product, which weakens and disperses part of the power of this attack. This attack is enough to break Natasha's cervical vertebrae, making her completely incapacitated!
Moving her gaze slightly, Natasha finally saw the attacker, a white demon with a face covered by bones, about [-] meters tall, slender and full of explosive muscles!

At this moment, the white demon was raising one leg. Looking at the posture, he was about to kick Natasha's head in mid-air!
Natasha's pupils shrank to the size of a pinprick. During her years as an agent, she had experienced countless times of life and death, but none of them was worse than the present one. The oppressive feeling of death hit her face!

will die!

"Natasha!!!"

The moment the white demon kicked out, Barton let out a roar, and finally arrived. He threw himself between the two, and raised the box to block it in front of his chest!
"boom!"

Barton and Natasha rolled away on the ground like rolling gourds. The suitcase containing the Baroque gloves was shattered under the huge force and fell far away. The Baroque gloves fell out of the suitcase. Most of it leaked out.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

The white-faced demon laughed excitedly, rushed forward, and kicked Barton in the head, who had just struggled to get up, kicked him flying, and passed out to the side.

Natasha barely supported half of her body with her arms, but the severe pain from her waist caused her body to fall back to the ground uncontrollably.

Natasha smiled bitterly and pressed the headset: "Sir, we failed."

As soon as she finished saying this, Natasha was kicked away by the white-faced devil's hand holding the headset.

The white-faced demon laughed "Jie Jie" twice again, instead of rushing to kill them, he grinned and said: "I know you, you are the two ace agents of the SHIELD, I am in Texas Zhou has seen you!"

The white-faced devil lifted Natasha's hair, lifted her up, looked at him at the same level, stretched out his tongue and licked Natasha's face, which was extremely resistant, and smacked his lips as if tasting the taste. Then, the white-faced devil laughed excitedly: "I like human women the most. Whether it's your body or your soul, I can't stop smelling it!"

Seeing that Natasha was only frowning in pain, and didn't let out her favorite scream, the white-faced devil continued: "Jie Jie Jie! Especially a strong and beautiful woman like you is my favorite! I can't wait to hear your screams, I will eat you raw, and let you watch yourself being eaten up by me bit by bit!"

The white-faced devil opened his mouth wide, about to bite down on Natasha's shoulder!

Fortunately, Barton's physical fitness is relatively strong, and he has already woken up from a short-term coma. Seeing that his partner for many years is about to be eaten by an ugly demon, he endured the discomfort and quickly took off the bow and arrow, and set the arrow and drew the bow in one go.

"call out!"

The sharp arrow cut through the air, and with a short howl, it came towards the white-faced devil!

The white-faced demon didn't even turn his head, and grabbed the extremely fast sharp arrow with one hand, "Such a primitive weapon..."

Before the white-faced devil could finish his sentence, the special explosive scissors on the sharp arrow exploded with a "bang!"!
"It seems that you still don't know me well enough! Does this arrow make you understand a little bit?" Barton stood up, took off the bow and arrow and aimed at the disheveled white-faced devil!

Barton's arrow successfully attracted the hatred of the white-faced demon. The white-faced demon left Natasha, who had lost her resistance, and strode towards Barton.

With the mentality of playing cat and mouse, the white-faced demon casually slapped away the arrows shot by Barton, and approached Barton step by step!

"It's useless, it's useless, this kind of children's toy can't hurt me!"

Barton stepped back while shooting, and came to the broken suitcase, and the baroque gloves that were exposed were glowing red.

Glancing at the white-faced demon that was getting closer, Barton thought of his greedy chief and his confidence in these weapons. Barton gritted his teeth, bent down and picked up the flaming baroque glove.

But the scorching heat on the Baroque glove made it less than a second before Barton picked it up, and his hands and chest were almost cooked. Barton couldn't bear it anymore, and subconsciously threw it out again, but it just happened to be on the white-faced devil's body. underfoot!

The white-faced devil stared blankly at the Baroque gloves at his feet.

What does it mean?
But then, the white-faced devil sensed the extraordinary power in the baroque glove, and looked at Barton, whose face was full of despair. What did the white-faced devil understand?
"Human, you seem to have lost your only hope?"

Button didn't speak. His hands were burnt and he lost consciousness. He was powerless to resist!
I just kept cursing in my heart: damn Baroque gloves, damn Nick Fury, damn Dante!
This time, Natasha and I are going to end up here?

The white-faced devil picked up the baroque glove, the temperature on it made him frown unconsciously, and said coldly: "It's just a weapon, don't be too arrogant!"

Afterwards, a flash of fire flashed in the white-faced devil's eyes. Although his mouth seemed to disdain the pair of gloves, he took the Baroque gloves in his hands, and he was immediately impressed by the powerful power hidden in the Baroque gloves without feeling it. Attracted!
He has a feeling that as long as he wears this pair of gloves, he may not be worse than that bastard Prova!
I myself use fists, and now I get this pair of gloves, this is destined to be God's will!
Not caring about the two easily exterminated ants, the white-faced devil put on the Baroque gloves impatiently!

After putting it on, the white-faced devil just excitedly wanted to try out his newly acquired power, when suddenly the scene in front of him changed!
The school is gone, the two humans are gone, and the gloves on their hands are gone. The white-faced devil has come to a world made of flames.

Just when the face of the white-faced demon changed, thinking that he had fallen into the tricks of human beings, a demon he had never seen before appeared in front of him!

With the appearance of this never-before-seen demon, the entire world of flames seemed to be boiling. The originally tepid flames began to rise, and the temperature that was not enough to threaten the white-faced demon became scorching hot. Within a few seconds, it had reached The temperature of the hellfire has been exceeded, and the temperature is still rising!

This scene reminded him of those hell lords who control the entire world. How similar this scene is to those latitude lords who mobilize the power of latitude in their own latitude!

Surrounded by these flames, the white-faced demon became a little parched. He looked at the strange demon that suddenly appeared in front of him, and asked with some difficulty: "Which lord are you?"

This strange demon is Baroque, Lord of Hell, Baroque!

He was overwhelmed by Dante's power, and voluntarily turned into a pair of gloves for Dante to drive. He often counted for Dante, saying one, two, three is him.

Of all Dante's weapons, he is one of the most special, he retains his own consciousness!

But now, the white-faced devil put on Baroque's gloves rashly, and Baroque's soul was dragged into his consciousness space, which is this world of flames.

Baroque said proudly: "Miss fish, who gave you the courage to touch me!"

Hearing the words, the white-faced devil understood, and couldn't help exclaiming: "You are that glove!"

A trace of coldness flashed across Baroque's face, and he sneered: "For the sake of bringing me a good body, I will let you die quickly!"

Outside the baroque consciousness space.

Barton looked at the white-faced devil who put on his gloves and suddenly showed a smile and froze in place, a little confused.

He boldly took two steps forward, and kicked the white-faced devil's... in the crotch (the white-faced devil is [-] meters tall, he can't kick his chest)!

The white-faced devil didn't even hum, and fell on his back to the ground with a smile on his face.

Barton rushed to Natasha who was not far away with a confused face and asked, "Is he... dead?"

Natasha nodded blankly, shook her head again, and said uncertainly, "I don't know what's going on, why don't you try again?"

Barton really tried it. He stepped on the white-faced devil all the way, and even jumped on his head.

Barton stepped on the white-faced demon that looked like a corpse, came to Natasha's side, and lent her a shoulder, so that she finally stood up.

Natasha leaned on Barton with difficulty, glanced at the "dead" white-faced demon with a smile on her face, and said with a complicated expression: "I can't believe that the two of us survived like this, relying on... ...well, Dante's weapon."

Although it was quite dramatic, Barton, who finally survived, was a little relaxed, and joked with a relaxed expression: "I remember you. Not long ago, you were excited and said that you would have a pair of gloves again. What about now?"

"I think, I have to think about this matter more carefully."

At this time, the two of them suddenly felt a small vibration on the ground, as if a giant was coming towards them!

Have enemies? !

At this time, Natasha, who was having difficulty even standing, and Barton, who had lost feeling in both hands and had no combat power.

The two disabled people looked at each other and smiled wryly. Perhaps today they are really doomed!

But to their surprise, it was not the enemy who came, but the big guard dog of the school.

"Wow woof woof (help! Kill the dog! Master Dante, where are you!)!!!"

(;ω`)
Lily limped, her body was covered with criss-cross bloodstains, she was cut with tears, and rushed into the school crying loudly.

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