Warlock of the Marvel Universe

Evanson put his hand on his chest, rubbing his conscience constantly. I heard that he had done a great thing this time.

You say that people like Nystrom are fussing all over the place, looking for clues in novels, going to the big forests to survive in the wild, and even fighting between Norway and Spain. Let’s not talk about how much effort it took. , just talking about the travel expenses and gas and oil money will cost a lot.What they wanted was to fight the gods, but now they haven't even seen the face of the gods.

But as soon as he came, he sent them to God with a wave of his hand, as close as they could get.And didn’t they say that they wanted to become the God of Death? He also took special care of them and sent them to Hela, the goddess of death, so that they could observe and learn from her.

Alas, I have accumulated great virtue this time.

In short, Evanson is very happy now and hopes they can be happy in the future.However, when things have reached this point, the mission is almost completed. Nystrom and the others have gone to heaven to further their studies, and the troublemakers are gone. The whereabouts of the last part of the Berserker's staff have also been found out. All that's left seems to be simple recycling.

Evenson and Melinda turned around and returned to the plane without any delay. This time, everyone gathered around them and wanted to ask how things turned out.But Melinda was obviously not in a good mood and walked straight in without paying attention to the others, while Evanson threw a big leather bag to the ground with a bang and said, "It's all here."

Skye looked at the big leather bag on the ground and raised his lips, "Could it contain the heads of those people?"

"Well, there is a spell in Voodoo that can shrink a person's skull to the size of a ping pong ball. I learned a few of them by the way, so this leather bag can fit 100 heads."

"Eh?" The other people's eyes immediately changed when they looked at the bag, and they all backed away unconsciously.And there was even a look of wanting to vomit on Skye's face.She now regrets why she was so quick to talk just now. Now that she opened the bag, there were 100 human heads shrunk by evil magic. This bloody and disgusting scene has been lingering in her mind.

"Haha, I'm kidding." Evanson suddenly waved his hands and laughed, "I have no interest in those Voodoo voodoo spells. I'm not a barbarian. Besides," Evanson originally had a joking expression, but said He became serious as he spoke, "As a warlock, what I hate the most is playing with skulls in my hands."

"Haha" everyone laughed twice, and finally Coulson asked, "What's in this?"

Evanson kicked the bag with his foot, and the sound of metal collision came from inside. "It's just a cane for the berserker. Otherwise, you really expect me to lift their heads."

"Oh" Colson instantly squatted on the ground and opened the zipper of his backpack, but when he saw the contents inside, he frowned, "Why did it break like this?"

Melinda smashed the berserker's cane in anger because some bad memories were brought back to her.Evenson wasn't in the mood to put it together, so he just put it in his bag and brought it back.

But now he has to cover for Melinda, so naturally he won't tell the truth. "This magic equipment is too low-level. If I accidentally use too much force, the durability will be completely gone, so it will break into pieces in one click." That’s it.”

"But this is too broken." Colson looked dumbfounded. "It's fine if it's broken into pieces, but you see, some of them are broken into foam."

"That's not it." Evanson scratched his face in embarrassment. "I used a dustpan to rub it up. The place was dirty, so I poured some ash into it."

It's your first time to use a dustpan to recover extraterrestrial items.Colson nodded, "Okay, let's do that. Skye will get 502 and transparent glue."

"By the way, are Nystrom's thugs still there?" Coulson suddenly thought of this and asked, "I can send people to catch them all."

He thought, since it was a matter that Evenson personally handled, Nystrom and the others must be all lying on the ground now, so they should arrest those who should be detained, or at the worst, collect the corpses.Otherwise, let’s not talk about whether anyone would be frightened if they happened to find more than 100 people dead together. If you just leave them alone, how bad would it be if they died there?

"That's not necessary." Evanson separated from the others and came to the bar, picked out a bottle of wine and took a sip. "I have omitted all these work steps for you, so thank me."

"You shouldn't burn them all to ashes, right?" At this time, Skye happened to come over with half a box of all-purpose glue. When she heard this sentence, she immediately started thinking wildly, because in her heart, the image of Evanson had always been A big bad wolf that eats people but doesn't spit out bones.

At this time, Skye's eyes changed again when he looked at the dust in the bag. "These ashes, could they be the ashes of those guys?"

"What are you thinking? Bringing back the ashes of the enemy is something that even the barbarians in the Middle Ages would not do, okay? And do you think I am the kind of person who burns 100 people to ashes without changing my expression?"

Evanson sat on the sofa with some boredom, "Guys, think about it, the place where they were hiding was a confined space with little air circulation. Burning 100 people to death in that kind of place, oh, that smell will scare me from now on." Why are you still making skewers?"

The first thing that comes to mind is not the disappearance of life, but the unpleasant smell. Sure enough, he is an inhumane and outright egoist.Colson sighed, "Then what did you do to them?"

"I teleported them randomly." Evanson replied without raising his head.

"Random teleportation." Having known Evanson for so long, he can still understand this word. "Then where did you teleport them to?"

After asking, he still complained a little. You said it was good for you to let them lie down where they were. Now you have created a random teleportation to spread them all over the world. How much pressure does this put on our arrest work?

"I said it was a random teleportation. How could the location be so clear?" Evanson spread his hands helplessly. "They might be teleported to the top of Makalu Peak, or to the deepest part of the Great Trench, or to an active volcano. Right above the mouth, of course, it is also possible to suddenly appear in the stratosphere, and they may also go there in batches."

"Shouldn't they arrive in batches at the same time?" Skye didn't understand. Could it be that the portal would also be delayed, the teleportation spell would also have a blue bar, and the arrival time of the teleportation would be different.

"He should be talking about physical batches." Colson's face twitched, so he was so hesitant to ask Evanson to help at the beginning. What he was afraid of was that things would develop in the end. In this case, "for example, if a person's avatar is teleported to a place, the area below the neck will arrive 2 minutes later."

"It's also possible that someone's upper body is in the center of the Sahara Desert, but his lower body is deep in the Amazon rainforest." Evanson smiled nonchalantly. "In short, you don't have to bother looking for them. Maybe they will be there hundreds or thousands of years later. The remains have been found, adding some substance to the world’s ever-unsolved mysteries.”

"Forget it." Coulson shook his head. He thought he should find time to talk to Director Fury. Evenson's current style of doing things is very outrageous. SHIELD agents shouldn't be so casual and so ruthless. Yes, but these are things for later. "Then you must have asked about the location of the last cane."

"Ireland, inside a Catholic church." Evanson nodded and said, "You have no idea how fast they reported on. They really didn't give me a chance to torture me to extract a confession." Yes, in Evanson's view, it was easy The fear hounds went out to bite off two people's arms and casually cast painful curses on them. This was not considered torture at all.

"Then let's set off." Colson looked at a face

Said.

Originally, the next thing should be very simple. You only need to go to Ireland to find the church, talk to the priest in charge, reveal your identity as SHIELD, tell the story of the matter, and then take the things away and close the case.But I never expected that everyone would underestimate the professional ethics of the priests here.

They didn't accept this at all. First they refused to admit that the thing existed, and then after Coulson pointed the spectrum scanner in front of the priest, they said it was true that I had the thing, but why should I give it to you? This is stupid. It's useless to let Colson talk.

"That is the holy relic left by the saint, and it has been kept in our church for centuries." The white-haired priest said to Colson righteously, "Our ancestors were in front of the saint. We swore an oath to protect it, and we will never break that ancient oath.”

Regardless of the oath of the wretched child, this church has benefited a lot from the berserker's cane.At least during the Crusades and when Ireland was fighting for independence, their church produced many warriors who were worth one for a hundred.

Although it is said that there is no war now, this thing is considered a cultural relic after so many years, and now it seems that it is still an alien cultural relic. Why do you SHIELD say it with red teeth and white teeth and lightly touch your lips? I have to hold it for you with both hands

Jian tersely said that Coulson couldn't make sense at all, and was thinking of simply sending Ward to sneak in at night and steal the things. Anyway, this was something SHIELD had done once or twice.But at this time, Evanson, who had been sitting on the bench in the church, stood up. Hum, I have to appear.

Evenson came to the priest with his hands behind his back and a very arrogant attitude and said, "I am the Holy See of Rome, the director of the Holy Relics Management Center."

"The Holy See has a long-term heart." The priest was stunned for a moment. Although this title was a bit awkward, there seemed to be a place called the Relics Management Center at the headquarters. But in this case, the young man in front of me was also a priest. But why was I looking at him? He actually looks like a stickman

Evanson didn't care about the messy things that the priest in front of him was thinking. He just kept to himself and said, "This time I came to cooperate with SHIELD to recover items according to the decree of the Pope. I hope this priest can give me some help." convenient."

"Oh" the priest said in a long voice, feeling very suspicious in his heart.Because he also heard that the relationship between the Holy See and S.H.I.E.L.D. was not very good, because after Torloki caused trouble on Earth, the Pope once thought of sending a cardinal with actual power to S.H.I.E.L.D. He also wanted to ask SHIELD to support the Holy See in restoring the tithe tax, but SHIELD ignored him.

Although this matter seemed to the priest, he felt that the Pope was probably too drunk when he made this decision. If he hadn't taken too many psychotropic drugs, hey, it would be a sin to criticize the Pope.But at that time, the gap was finally settled.

And some time ago, a secretive esoteric sect in Eastern Europe died after a visit from S.H.I.E.L.D.According to the only survivor, a black priest who was living in France kept secret about this, only saying that he had been severely persecuted and abused by S.H.I.E.L.D.Alas, I heard that the plane that went there was the same as the one parked in front of my church.

So with this relationship, how could the Pope send someone to cooperate with S.H.I.E.L.D.

"The so-called sacred object collected by your diocese is actually a heretical object." Evanson is not making nonsense. Anyway, in the eyes of the Catholic Church, Nordic mythology is a heresy. "So as devout servants of the Lord, you , actually worshiped a pagan as a saint and preserved the things left in his house. This behavior has aroused the indignation of many people."

"So, Father, let me give you a piece of advice." Evanson smiled and flicked the cross hanging on his chest. "This time I am here just to pay homage first and then to fight. But whoever comes next time, although the Inquisition is no longer here, but People who are doing necessary evil are already too busy to panic."

"This" the priest's expression changed, and large beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead. Maybe outsiders didn't know this, but as a suburban bishop, he knew what necessary evil was.

The priest took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He took a deep breath and calmed down. "You said you were sent by the Holy See, but do you have the paperwork?"

The priest is not a fool. Again, you can't just say that I believe it all. Who knows if you are a liar who signed a contract with SHIELD? If I really believe it now and you look back and ask, it's nothing like this. Son, then I really have no choice but to go to heaven and find the old man to make the decision.

Colson glanced at Evanson, with some gloating in his eyes.Damn it, let me see where you go to find the paperwork.He now thinks that Evanson is also talking nonsense and is just trying to intimidate the priest.

But he never expected that Evanson reached into his waist and fumbled around. After a while, he took out a scroll and handed it something. "Check it carefully. Don't make a mistake."

The priest's cautious results opened the scroll and he suddenly changed his color.This scroll is actually a document written by the Pope himself, and although the identity marked on it does not mention the position of director of the Holy Relics Management Center, it is still very scary.

Not a red archbishop, not a cardinal, but the more lofty Right Seat of God.

What a lofty status this is. The Right Seat of God is a secret that is not known to outsiders, but it is an existence that the Pope has to give three points to, because to a certain extent, the Right Seat of God is Angels walking on earth are agents of God’s will.

The wind in front, the water behind, the land on the left, the fire on the right. The priest's hands were trembling and he held his breath. The person in front of him was not among these four directions, but the more mysterious darkness above that he had never heard of before.

The next thing was much easier to handle. The priest's attitude changed almost 180 degrees. He ran into the secret room and took out the berserker's cane and offered it to him with both hands. He also promised one after another, "Our diocese has always been critical." I have never wanted to believe in paganism by collecting this thing sexually, and I hope this gentleman will be aware of it."

"Hahaha" Evanson finally sneered three times with his cane, "Why were you so arrogant before? Father Kyouya, I am deeply impressed by you this time."

After saying that, Evenson and Colson turned around and left. Anyway, the mission was completed. The priest could do whatever he wanted. Who made him so pretentious before? He deserved to be worried now.But unexpectedly, the priest suddenly shouted "Sir, wait a moment" and saw him running into the secret room quickly, staggering away with a box in his hand, and put it into Evanson's hands without any explanation.

Evanson didn't know why, and when he opened it, he found an ancient sword hilt inside.At this time, the priest said mysteriously, "This is the hilt of the sword that Wallace wore when he was killed. It is priceless."

"Oh, cough, cough, cough." Evanson almost lost his breath. After calming down his breathing, he immediately put on a smile. "Hahaha, when the gold coins jingle, the soul flies to heaven. The priest is loyal and loves the church. I will repay him." With the Pope knowing.”

Oh, what's the matter? How can you accept a bribe? On the way back, Colson was the boss who didn't want to, but he also knew what Evanson's temper was. If you had told him to put this thing down at that time, , it’s probably harder than grabbing food from a dog’s mouth. He dares to fall out on the spot and ignore any tasks. Believe it or not.

And one thing Colson is even more curious about is, "Where did your set of paperwork and vouchers come from? Could it be that you drew it yourself?"

"What are you saying? I'm telling the truth." Evanson snorted and said, "I asked Mephisto to do it. The Vatican was sold to Mephisto since the year when the indulgences were sold, so that's why He has the final say on Gada a long time ago, and the certificate I asked him to apply for is really more authentic than the real one."

Mephisto Colson suddenly had a strange feeling when he heard this name. Of course he knew that this was the devil monarch who appeared in Faust. He was not wondering whether the devil monarch really existed but was an indescribable one. The feeling when I came here was that I felt a little familiar with him, but when I thought about it carefully, I was completely blank.