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The scene was quite shocking. Immediately, the monsters whirling in the sky turned into black mist and quickly dissipated in the air, and the remaining scattered fish that slipped through the net were quickly resolved.

Van Gogh's roar rumbled like thunder, and the majestic sound spread far away, and people began to cheer for this exciting scene.

"What is this?! What is this?! It's amazing!" The young people hiding in the shop exclaimed, crowded at the front and excitedly held up their mobile phones to take pictures of all this clearly.

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. quickly dispersed to gather the injured people and take them away from the central area, and urgently evacuated the people. At this time, Peter's first notification came from Natasha's earphone: "Hey! They ran away !"

Natasha was taken aback, how could she run so fast, this attack was too endless.

Dolores suddenly exclaimed: "Above!"

The four figures became clearer in the air with the faint mist like blurred ink marks. They were wearing gray robes with hoods, the hem of the robes fluttered slowly in the air, and they all held a staff taller than them.Their silver staffs are like two coiled long snakes, the heads of which are bent and facing each other, and a bird with outstretched wings rests on the top, and two shining emeralds are inlaid in the pupils, shining dazzlingly.

Natasha immediately pressed the headset, and said quickly in a deep voice, "Come back, they're all here."

The four people holding staffs looked down at them from a distance, and the three people rushed back immediately. Thor flicked his bright red cloak and shouted to them: "What do you want?"

The situation is weird, there is a dense crowd here, if they have any other tricks, they can easily cause heavy casualties, but it is impossible to evacuate all the surrounding people in a short time.

Van Gogh lowered his body, his sharp claws popped out of the claws, and he clasped tightly on the ground, scratching deep white marks.The cat's aggression exploded in full force, the black, round pupils dilated, and even the ears flattened back.

Dolores lightly pressed the palm of his neck, comforting him while nervously raised her head to stare at the men in gray robes.

Peter lightly landed beside her, looking at them ready to go.

These gray-robed people didn't know whether it was hesitation or lost their way. They didn't speak or move for a long time. Tony rose from the ground and faced them from a distance, even flying a little higher than them. He raised his hand hesitantly, the palm cannon shone brightly in his palm, and he said in a deep voice, "Tell me your purpose, or get out of here."

These words were very rude, but the four on the opposite side were still like wooden figures, neither getting angry nor answering Tony's words.

One of them lowered his head stiffly, looked at the Avengers below, his eyes slowly swept over them one by one, and finally stopped at Van Gogh and Dolores.

Dolores silently clenched her fists, and from under the brim of the hood, she cast a substantive look at her from the dark and unclear face. This kind of look lacked human emotion and gave her a cold feeling. It was uncomfortable, like a snake crawling across her skin, which immediately made her hair stand on end.

Is there really someone under the hood?

Holding such doubts, Dolores vigilantly probed towards them with invisible tentacles.

Van Gogh seemed ready to pounce on them and tear them apart at any moment, hissing coldly from his throat baring his teeth, and the two rows of shining fangs were full of frightening wildness. 87

"Your cat ate the heart of the goddess." There was a muffled murmur from behind the hood, like talking in a dream in the middle of the night, but it rang clearly in everyone's ears, making people creepy.

Dolores's heart skipped a beat. Will this eventually cause some irreparable price?

She glanced at Van Gogh quickly, her heart sank, she didn't want Van Gogh to suffer any harm.

Peter immediately caught the change in her mood that became anxious and worried, and comforted her in a low voice: "Don't worry, maybe he is defrauding us..."

"It's amazing that it's alive..."

The gray-robed man murmured, as if feeling very unbelievable.

The pure power poured into the heart of the goddess has been poured into them from generation to generation over the years. How can the creatures on the earth be unscathed? It seems that this huge power has been completely melted and evolved...

He looked at Van Gogh's vigorous and snow-white body, and a vague idea gradually rose in his mind, which kept circling, making his heart start to jump wildly with excitement, and suddenly raised his hand to point at Van Gogh with his magic staff, and a burst of dazzling green light fell on him. The tips of the rods are gathered, waiting to explode.

"Then let me prove it."

His whispers fell into Dolores' ears, and almost immediately, her mind was connected with Van Gogh, and was suddenly tightened like a string, triggering a certain instinct to burst out with a loud clank, in the At that moment, she and Van Gogh were as proficient as if they had done it thousands of times, and their movements were quick and tacit. Almost at the same time as Van Gogh kicked the ground forcefully and jumped up, she grasped Van Gogh's thick neck. The long hair, bent his knees, bounced up, raised his legs and sat on Van Gogh's back, bent down to cling to him, and grabbed his long hair with both hands.

Together they leaped straight into the gray-robed man in mid-air. Like a lion hunting in the jungle, Van Gogh elongated his body with smooth curves, bursting out with astonishing power, and uttered a deafening rage at the gray-robed man. whistling.

"Roar!!----"

The jeweled bird's eye on the tip of the wand shone brightly, and the air was even slightly distorted by this force, making louder and louder buzzing attacks towards Van Gogh and Dolores.

At this time, Dolores was staring at the staff, her body suddenly leaned back, the tentacles that had been secretly extending towards the gray-robed man suddenly lit up from the spine, and the glowing tentacles also stabbed at them at the same time.

"Boom——" In the air, a dazzling light burst out from the place where the two forces collided violently. At the same time, a strong shock wave was accompanied by a muffled sound that made people's eardrums buzz. Taking this as the center of the circle, it quickly spread towards the surroundings. .

Tony, who was closest to him, was thrown into the air, slammed into the glass of the building's exterior wall, and fell into the office building with a crackling sound.

"Dolly!!" He turned and jumped up, turning his head and rushing towards the huge hole.

The dazzling light dissipated, and the giant beast fell back to the ground lightly and silently. Its compact and slender body was unscathed, and every fluffy down on its body seemed to be coated with a layer of golden light. Seeing a ball of shining energy, he slightly raised his head, and swallowed this cloud of smoky energy into his throat.

The golden light on Van Gogh's body was stronger than before. He stretched his neck, let out a long roar of joy, and shook his head, and his dazzling long hair flicked accordingly, reflecting a bright luster. It looks majestic and noble, too gorgeous.

His short tail was lingering with a faint brilliance, elongated and stretched out, and a long fluffy tail grew out, flicking leisurely behind him, and the missing piece of ear gradually grew into a complete one. The shape shook his head twice.

Now Van Gogh is so beautiful and scary, he doesn’t look like a cat at all, only some feline features still remain on him, with the beauty of strength of wild lions, tigers and leopards, smooth body curves and a noble and elegant His long, dazzling snow-white fur makes him look like a magical creature from a fairy tale, and at the same time carries some dreamlike beauty, even divine majesty.

Everyone's expressions were stunned, no doubt they were too shocked to speak, as if they saw a creature like a unicorn and were intoxicated by this pilgrimage-like scene.

Van Gogh shook his head, shook his ears, walked back and forth in place with graceful steps, and let out a captivating roar.

Holding the staff tightly in one hand and raising it up, it was Dolores. She was riding on Van Gogh's back, her back was straight, and the staff in her hand was fading rapidly. The golden staff seemed to have experienced countless After a hundred years, it was quickly mottled, and black rust covered the body in an instant. A few seconds later, the gemstone inlaid in the bird's eye also burst, and the transparent green crystal turned into dry black stones and shattered.

Dolores let go of her hand, and the stave fell to the ground like a dead branch, and immediately shattered into several sections.

Everything happened within 1 minute, and before most people had time to recover from the glare of light, Dolores' booty had already been thrown at Van Gogh's feet and crushed into ashes.

She looked unscathed, and even erupted with unprecedented power as if she had been watered. In fact, she did get a feeling she had never experienced from this short battle. When rushing towards her, everything seemed to be logical. Through Van Gogh, this power seemed to belong to her, and it quickly melted into her body and blood, awakening a certain instinct deep inside that she had never discovered before. .

At the same time, the gray-robed man who had easily dispelled his own energy and even absorbed it had never expected this.

Four gray shadows fell from the sky like dead birds, and fell heavily on the ground.

"You..." The gray-robed man who attacked her struggled to sit up, pointing at her with the fingers in his long sleeves, and his calm tone disappeared.

"You have never learned to awaken your own blood, why can you swallow my strength!!"

His tone was trembling, but suddenly his tone changed, and he laughed: "Look at you, you don't know anything."

The boiling power in Dolores' body was completely unfamiliar, but she used it with ease, even a hundred times easier than when the power was awakened, as if she had used it a thousand times.

Her heart resonated with it, and she couldn't calm down all the time. A strange throbbing was always lingering, like a distant call, deeply imprinted in her subconscious.

Dolores blinked her eyes, her expression was tense, and she was even a little dazed. While listening to the gray-robed man's words, she felt a strange feeling in her heart. Her lips moved, as if something was about to come out of her mouth. Same.

She suppressed this desire with difficulty, frowned and said to the gray-robed man: "I don't know what you are talking about, but what you have done is enough to make yourself valued by the government."

Tony jumped down from upstairs, landed in front of Van Gogh, pointed his palm at the four grey-robed men in distress, and said seriously: "You are already surrounded, have you noticed?"

Aegis agents with live ammunition are slowly shrinking the encirclement, and superheroes are also standing in front of them.

This seemed to be a situation with nowhere to escape. Dolores looked at the four men in gray robes who were struggling to stand up, but she did not relax her vigilance at all. She turned over and jumped off Van Gogh, walked to the front of the encirclement, and faced them.

The doubts in her heart were getting heavier and heavier, and she wanted to know what they were talking about.

The man in gray robe grabbed a staff from his companion and pointed it at her.

Peter shot out a spider thread almost immediately, entangled the tip of the staff and pulled it to this side. He held the flying staff with one hand, stepped forward and stood in front of Dolores, and threw the staff to the ground. Chu: "Sir, I guess you and your friends can't escape."

He took away the staff, and the gray-robed man was pulled forward and almost fell to the ground. He hunched over and was supported by his companions so that he would not fall down. The four of them stood close together, showing There is a strange stiffness.

He didn't try to attack Dolores again with his companion's staff, and a pleasant chuckle came from under the hood: "I won't tell you anything."

Natasha sneered twice: "It's not necessarily true, maybe when you enter the interrogation room, you will change your mind."

"Then you will be disappointed." He said vaguely.

The two men in gray robes behind him held their wands, and suddenly pointed the tip of their wands at the surrounding buildings. The crowd inside saw this scene through the glass, and immediately ran around screaming.

The gray-robed man suddenly spoke aloud in some obscure language that no one had ever heard before. The suddenly high-pitched voice was almost broken, but it was loud and clear, and the speed of the speech was extremely fast.

A gray mist rose up, and with his faster and faster tone, a whirlwind surrounded them.

Dolores yelled, "They're chanting spells!!"

Tony's palm cannon shot towards the center of the whirlwind without hesitation, accompanied by the bright white cannon light, Hawkeye bent his bow and shot an arrow, Thor threw Mjolnir out, Steve's shield whirled closely behind him back.

At this very moment, Dolores' heart throbbing seemed to have finally reached a critical point. As if instinctively, a certain language that had been kept silent on her lips blurted out quickly, proficiently as if she had read it many times, like flowing water. With a certain sense of rhythm, it awakened the resonance in the body. The staff in Peter's hand beside him tilted uncontrollably, and the tip of the staff automatically aimed at the center of the storm, and the bright green lights gathered together. In an instant, a ray of light burst out and shot directly at the four men in gray robes.

The black whirlwind that had already gathered was blasted out of a hole immediately, and the trend of crazy expansion stopped immediately, and even began to collapse.

The wind quickly blew away the black mist, and all the movement seemed to have been pressed the pause button, and disappeared in an instant. On the ground, the four men in gray robes were lying on the ground, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, they But his body began to deflate in horror, like a leaky pocket, and an ominous thick black air began to rise from under the gray robe, accompanied by a hissing sound, even the robe on the ground began to rot, as if ignited by a black flame .

Thick black smoke rose rapidly with a pungent smell, condensed in the air, and slowly formed a hovering bird, flapping its wings, covered with green flames, making a series of mournful screams, and slowly disappeared .