A large number of traps, protections and guards are densely packed in every corner.
Especially the towering super-time and space beacon tower in the center, which has now been completed under the construction of countless New Phyrexian creatures day and night. From a distance, it looks like a super huge lighthouse.
The burning spark at the very top is now emitting a bright and dazzling light.
Zuo Si himself was standing nearby, pressing his hands on the sparks, standing there motionless with his eyes closed.
To be exact, he has been in this state for some time.
If it were an ordinary person, he would have either been exhausted to the point of fainting, or died from not eating or drinking for a long time.
But for an extraordinary life, this is obviously nothing.
Most importantly, no planeswalker has visited here since Zuo Si took control of the Trans-Dimensional Beacon.
Because he deliberately distorted the spatial coordinates to prevent powerful elder dragon mages like Ugin and Nicol Bolas from suddenly teleporting over to give him a little surprise.
The current super-time and space beacon tower seems to be shrouded in a mysterious veil to outsiders.
Although they can see and receive the information and knowledge sent from here, they cannot easily transmit them with the help of the planeswalker spark.
Obviously, this current situation is what was originally planned, instead of exposing himself to everyone like a fool.
The reason why the situation got out of control was mainly due to the Blue Demon Judge Jinjitasha's obsession with researching and perfecting planeswalkers, as well as the diary's deliberate connivance and failure to report it in time.
But now everything is finally back on track.
With the hyperspace beacon tower as the center, countless time and space in the entire multiverse are transmitting knowledge and information at an unimaginable speed.
Sudden!
Zuo Si, who had been standing motionless, suddenly opened his eyes, and his body instantly changed from human form to a mixed form with the characteristics of a dragon, a devil, and a demon. The horrifying evil aura that cannot be described in words gushed out of his body and formed a thick black fog.
At the same time, bright and dazzling negative energy, fire, lightning, ice, arcane, death and other energy forms continued to collide around the body, and deafening noises and explosions erupted from time to time.
The terrifying might caused even the New Phyrexian creatures and undead, who were almost incapable of feeling fear, to prostrate themselves on the ground and tremble violently and uncontrollably.
Even the bright sun and blue sky above seemed to be shrouded in endless darkness. The visibility of the entire plane quickly dropped to a state so close to that of being unable to see one's hand in front of one's face. It was like the end of the world.
"How long have I been here?"
Zuo Si, who looked extremely scary, asked without even turning his head.
"Two...two weeks. What happened to you? Why do I feel so different from before?"
The diary, who had been standing by waiting, asked tentatively in an uncertain tone.
Zuo Si felt the fragments of the abyss gradually merging into one, and replied with a grin, "Because I am feeling evil, creating evil, and becoming evil from countless time and space.
Now these evils are gathering in my soul.
When one day I surpass the critical point, I will become a symbol or even the embodiment of evil in the multiverse.
By that time, I will become the ruler above all things, an existence beyond all gods.
Eternal life!
Omniscient and omnipotent!
Unrivaled!
Unstoppable! "
"Becoming a symbol and embodiment of evil?!"
The diary's pupils suddenly dilated, and a huge wave of emotion rose in his heart.
Because he knew very well what it meant.
Zuo Si raised his right hand, which was like a huge claw, condensed a drop of shiny oil from his palm, and then gently dropped it into the completely unnatural floating city under his feet.
Click!
As the sparkling oil fell to the ground and quickly merged with the original sparkling oil here, the information, knowledge, and technology stored in it spread at an unimaginable speed.
In the blink of an eye, those New Phyrexian creations began to change at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Some of them have become more powerful, looking like powered mechas of various shapes, others have developed towards manufacturing, assembling fully automatic industrial production lines, and others have begun to carry out unprecedented transformation of the huge floating city.
All the floating cities around that had been completely melted by the oil were pieced together in just over ten minutes to form a super huge floating island.
Those originally outdated airships and airplanes were quickly dismantled, and replaced by futuristic spacecraft being built on the production line.
The largest of them was thirty kilometers long, and the island, which had already taken shape, was so densely packed that it looked like a small city.
The terrifying energy, the array of electromagnetic weapons and the black muzzles of the side macro cannons make people's scalps tingle just by looking at them.
"Have you been to the Warhammer universe?"
Since it has the same memories as its owner, the diary easily realized where these technologies came from, and the corners of its mouth twitched slightly.
"Isn't this obvious? Otherwise, where do you think these technologies that emerged in the interstellar era came from?"
Zuo Si controlled his body to slowly return to human form, and carefully re-sealed the power of the abyss fragments.
"What's the situation over there now?" the diary asked curiously.
"It's terrible. To be exact, it's as terrible as ever. It's full of madness, darkness and despair. And my Shuoyou incarnation has been in that universe for almost ten years." Zuo Si responded in a nonchalant tone.
"More than ten years? You mean the speed of time is different?"
The diary was visibly stunned.
Because if he remembered correctly, this was the first time in space and time that there was such a big difference in the speed of time flow.
The rest basically follow the one-to-one ratio, and even if there are differences, they will not be so obvious.
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, I think this should be related to the existence of subspace.
The chaos and disorder there caused a barrier to appear between the real universe and the dark void, making the flow of time much faster than normal space and time.
There may even be a time dislocation phenomenon.
In other words, the timing of each entry is random.
But fortunately, I have left behind a shining oil incarnation at the fortieth millennium.
Oh, and I brought back some really interesting stuff this time.”
As he spoke, Zuo Si took out from his arms the perfected electronic demon, the 40th Warp Oil, and a sample of the Primarch.
"This is……"
The diary was clearly unsure of what these things were.
Zuo Si pursed his lips and explained with a half-smile: "The first one is a perfected Tzeentch electronic demon.
It already has its own independent self-awareness and can easily defeat, paralyze and destroy anything computer-related.
I believe you should be aware of the terrible impact this thing can have on electronic devices, the Internet and communications.
The second one is the No. 40 Shining Oil created using the rules of the subspace, which can skip the body and directly transform the mind and soul.
In other words, theoretically it could directly infect and transform gods.
The third is a Primarch sample sent to me by the Emperor.
Through magical cloning and gene fusion technology, we can now create a stronger, more perfect Astartes Legion of our own.
And I am still conducting research on the Oil-Sparkling Orcs.
If successful, it can cause a waaaaagh in any time and space or even in the universe.
How about it, doesn’t it sound interesting?”
"You didn't bring back those orc seeds, did you?"
The diary suddenly felt like it was facing a formidable enemy.
He simply couldn't imagine what a horrible "ecological disaster" it would bring if the orcs of the Warhammer universe were spread to other time and space.
And this thing is just like psoriasis or fungal infection. Once you get it, there is basically no possibility of cure.
Even if all the orcs were killed, as long as there was a little bit of tissue such as dandruff left, the population could quickly recover after a period of time.
"Don't be nervous. I won't take such a huge risk before they become controllable. In addition, considering the serious mistake you made this time, I decided to give you a proper punishment."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si took out a drop of subspace oil and threw it on the face of the diary.
The next second...
The latter began to feel that something was wrong with him and asked hurriedly: "Damn it! What did you do to me?"
"It's very simple. I have temporarily removed your obsession and desire for lust. You can think of it as mental castration. From now on, you will no longer have the slightest interest in this kind of thing. Even if you have the thought, you will not get even the slightest pleasure or satisfaction from it."
Zuo Si gave the answer directly without any disguise.
He obviously knew very well what kind of punishment would make the diary feel most "heartbroken" while ensuring that it could continue to serve his own plans.
After all, the two have very similar ways of thinking.
In a way, a diary is the only irreplaceable key.
"What? Mental castration? Damn! Do you have to be so cruel? I just informed you a few days late."
As expected, the diary jumped up instantly.
But Zuo Si simply replied calmly: "If you continue to make trouble, I will consider changing the temporary position to a permanent one."
moment!
The diary closed its mouth and looked dejected.
For him, this is equivalent to depriving himself of all the happiness in his daily life, which is so painful that it drives him mad.
But unfortunately, as a summoned creature made into a card, he cannot resist the will of his master, the Planeswalker. The only thing he can do is accept and obey.
But in his heart, this guy already bears a grudge against Blue Devil judge Jinjitasha.
But Zuo Si obviously didn't have time to pay attention to the diary's little thoughts. He was concentrating on thinking about what to do next.
You have to know that the time and space that were affected and deviated from their original trajectory were not only the Warhammer Universe, but also billions of time and space that he was familiar with or completely unfamiliar with.
Even with the use of avatars and projections, it is impossible to interfere with so many worlds at the same time, let alone restore them to their previous state.
This means that some trade-offs must be made, and even a complex hierarchy and rules must be established in terms of value, degree of danger, etc.
This is obviously not an easy task.
In particular, certain forbidden knowledge has caused some people to begin to develop close ties with Zuo Si himself, and even to "borrow" power from him to gain magical abilities similar to arcane and divine arts.
Others use the knowledge they have received to build weapons and equipment to start wars, attempting to dominate the world they live in. It will probably not be long before their world becomes unrecognizable.
Just when Zuo Si was hesitating to pay attention to those key points of time and space, Jinji Tasha, who had noticed the changes outside, finally appeared in sight with a group of new generation of planeswalkers with metal and mechanical modifications on their bodies.
The craziest scientific researcher in New Phyrexia had apparently made a series of upgrades to his original body. Not only had he added multifunctional mechanical tentacles, but he had also installed electronic equipment to assist in calculations and run models, as well as a rune system necessary for casting magic.
To top it all off, he held a box filled with planeswalker sparks.
The box does not exist in reality, but is a high-dimensional space that is like the gap between reality and fantasy.
Likewise, the sparks of completed planeswalkers connect to their souls through the same technique.
Otherwise, once the soul is contaminated by the sparkling oil, the spark will inevitably be completely extinguished.
"Great Father of New Phyrexia, I have cracked some of the mysteries of the Spark. Now, you have a group of planeswalkers who can carry the Spark Oil into any time and space at any time."
Jinji Tasha bent down and bowed deeply.
However, his eyes were always scanning the surroundings, especially the weapons and space battleships that were under construction.
Obviously, these things that he had never seen before made the Blue Demon Judge very curious.
After all, although he had been to the technologically advanced Shenhe space and time and obtained many interesting technologies from it, it was still far behind the detailed and complete technology tree of the Warhammer universe.
This is a gap in the size of civilization and in the macro scale.
"Do you know how much trouble your unauthorized burning of the trans-dimensional beacon has caused me?" Zuo Si stared at Jinji Taxia and asked expressionlessly.
“I’m so sorry.
But I am really fascinated by these abilities that allow me to travel freely in the dark void without paying any cost.
The power of the spark is so strong and special, just like the light of creation at the beginning of the entire multiverse.
As long as it is properly guided, it is easy to unleash unimaginable power.
Even just a simple spark can easily destroy a world protected by a powerful god."
After saying that, Jinji Taxia lowered his head and presented the box in his hands with both hands.
As perhaps the smartest Inquisitor, he was clearly aware of the serious consequences of luring and capturing planeswalkers, and was prepared to accept the punishment.
However, he also knew his value in the research field and understood that the Father of New Phyrexia was unlikely to dismember him directly, so he took the initiative to stand up and admit his mistake.
Zuo Si reached out to take the box, then opened it, and sure enough, he saw the sparks stored in the high-dimensional space.
Unlike most sparks that would quickly extinguish and disappear after leaving the magister, these sparks seemed to be under a time stop and always maintained a normal functioning state.
If you touch it with your fingers, you can even feel the huge energy stored inside.
Obviously, these sparks are the "relics" of the planeswalkers who failed to undergo the transformation with the Sparkling Oil.
Although strictly speaking, they may not be dead, but simply become ordinary New Phrys, but they have lost their identity as planeswalkers forever.
“How many sparks are there?”
Zuo Si asked without even raising his head.
"Forty-three. There were originally forty-seven, but four were lost during the experiment. Also, this is my research report, as well as the detailed process and results of several experiments."
Jinji Taxia handed over the text and video materials he had prepared in advance without saying a word.
Zuo Si directly turned on his electronic device and read all the content at a speed that ordinary people could not reach. Then he nodded slightly: "Yes, these are exactly what I need. But please remember, I hope this is the first and last time. Otherwise, if a similar situation happens again, your end may be very miserable."
"Understood. I swear I will never conduct any dangerous research behind your back again."
Jinji Tasha gave the guarantee without hesitation.
Seeing that the Blue Devil Judge was so understanding, Zuo Si immediately showed satisfaction: "Very good. Now tell me about these completed planeswalkers. What special abilities do they have?"
Jinji Tasha responded very straightforwardly: "Regarding these perfected planeswalkers, I have sorted out their races, genders, types of spells they are proficient in, etc. You can retrieve them from the database at any time."
"Oh? Have you created a profile yet?"
Zuo Si opened the electronic device again and quickly found the corresponding folder in the search engine.
In just a few minutes, he had completely scanned the information of thirty or forty complete planeswalkers.
Although there are no "celebrities" and many are complete novices, you can still find some interesting guys among them.
For example, a tamer from Ikoria, the plane of behemoths, can form an army of behemoths using the summon behemoth cards on hand.
For example, the elf planeswalker from the fairy tale world "Eldraine" can construct a barrier that seems like a joke but is very terrifying, and make all creatures and even objects that enter this range "fairy-tale-like".
In addition, there are artifact constructors who are good at making weapons and equipment, alchemists who can mix potions with permanent effects, and stone giant planeswalkers whose bodies are made of earth elements and can instantly create earthquakes and volcanic eruptions...
In short, anyone who can ignite the spark to become a planeswalker has more or less some unique power to show off.
The most important thing is that after they are completed, they will be unquestionably loyal to New Phyrexia and will obey Zuo Si's orders 100%.
This is much better than planeswalkers exchanging companion cards with each other.
You should know that the planeswalker does not have absolute control over other planeswalkers summoned by the companion card. If the other party does not want to execute certain orders, they can simply ignore or passively resist.
This is also why Zuo Si never used Jace Beleren's card even once after getting it.
But now, he has a legion of planeswalkers.
Thinking of this, Zuo Si turned around and asked the diary behind him: "Is it okay for me to leave them to you to manage?"
"Leave it to me?"
The diary blinked in confusion.
"Yes. I plan to hand over nearly three hundred planes to you, and your task is to command these planeswalkers to infiltrate and control them. If you do well enough, I will consider removing your mental castration in advance."
Zuo Si stated his plan very straightforwardly.
It was obviously impossible for him to stay by the trans-dimensional beacon tower for 24 hours a day and do nothing. He also couldn't create too many things like avatar projections, otherwise the huge amount of information fed back every time would completely mess up his consciousness and thinking.
Therefore, the diary, which was also familiar with part of time and space, became the only candidate.
With the help of the perfect planeswalker who can travel freely and the carefully selected apostles, some of the set goals should be achieved.
"Are you sure you want to give it to me? Aren't you afraid that I might mess it up?"
The diary obviously realized the subtext of its owner's words, and its mouth opened in surprise.
Zuo Si responded in a half-joking tone: "I'm very sure. After all, when you don't have sperm on your brain, your behavior and thinking will be much more meticulous. You can be trusted at this time, but it may not be the case if you regain that ability."
The diary curled its lips in disbelief: "But the number of people you provided is too few. That's a full three hundred time and space, and the danger level of some places is not much worse than that of the continent of Faerun. I need more help."
"no problem.
我这里有神力武僧巴萨扎、复仇者瓦里安、夺取统御之盔的黑暗女王希尔瓦娜斯、堕落成为古神爪牙的萨尔、邪能大法师凯尔萨斯、拥有传奇施法等级的长老之眼、灵魂被转化成为独一形态大魔鬼的艾瑞尼卡斯、吸血鬼女王巴荻……
除此之外，我还可以将太阳骑士戴维安、魅魔萝莉阿托娜、巴尔之子沙洛佛克、另外一个徒弟精灵少女瑰拉瑟、青铜龙克罗米和她的反面永恒龙米洛克等交给你调配。
如果不够，你可以去巴托地狱第九层找魅魔女王美坎修特要人，亦或是把早就放养的烈焰术士阿莱娜叫回来。
这个疯狂的女人现在也有至少LV34的施法等级，其专属的最高等级烈焰魔法甚至可以凭空制造出一个直径超过三百公里、温度高达数百万乃至上千万摄氏度的超巨型火球。”
左思非常大方的把自己手头现在可以调配的高端力量一股脑全部拿了出来。
尤其是做成卡牌的，毫不吝啬把详细资料展示给日记本看。
不得不说，不盘点家底不知道，一盘点还真是吓一跳。
刨除那些正在执行任务或是有其他事情走不开的，光传奇等级之上就能拉出一大堆。
随便拿出来一个，即便是放在某些超英雄和超级反派遍地走的世界，也足以掀起一阵狂风骤雨。
可日记本的嘴角却在一个劲的抽搐，不由自主的扶着额头哀嚎道：“老天！你这都从哪找的狠角色？你觉得我能管得住这些极度危险的家伙？”
“不用担心，到时候我给你足够的授权，他们不敢违背你的命令。”
伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，左思一口气把手里所有的召唤生物和召唤随从卡牌全部激活。
转瞬之间！
一个个看上去就目露凶光的家伙就这样凭空出现在超时空信标塔的下方。
那骇人的气势甚至让蓝魔判金吉塔厦摆出了防御姿态。
他非常确定这些家伙如果全部冲上来，能在几秒钟之内就将自己拆成零件。
但这样的情况终究是没有发生。
刚好相反！
在短暂的观察了一下周围的环境之后，所有召唤生物和随从都不约而同低下头深深的鞠了一躬。
“主人！”
“从现在开始起，你们要像服从我一样服从他的命令，绝对不允许有任何违背。”
左思直截了当指了指身边的日记本下达了命令。
“明白！”
在场的召唤生物和随从先是抬起头注视着后者，在发现日记本与主人的长相居然一模一样时，很快便选择了平静的接受。
等做完这一切之后，左思便拍了拍日记本的肩膀以示鼓励，并且把三百多个世界的空间坐标交给了对方，随后整个人便瞬间发动旅法师火花的力量从原地消失无踪。
“咳咳——”
日记本用力咳嗽了两声把众人的注意力吸引过来，然后用非常罕见严肃认真的语气说道：“接下来我将会以每个完化旅法师为核心，构建一个小的团队，凡是喊道名字的记得站过去。第一队，旅法师青苔巨石，小队成员萨尔……”
伴随着一个个名字从他的嘴里念出，超过二十个核心小队很快便组建完毕。
紧跟着这些小队所属的旅法师便拿到了相应的空间坐标，随后借助超时空信标塔的力量轻松完成空间定位，随后把小队的其他成员送到指定的世界。
没过几个小时，他们便分散开出现在多达一百多个世界。
而日记本则通过超时空信标塔的链接，在一个类似监控室的地方盯着上百个同时点亮的屏幕，透过显示器的画面观察这些人的一举一动。
……
此时此刻，神力武僧巴萨扎正站在一座城市贫民窟的小巷里，饶有兴致观察着周围的一切。
不管是小巷外面街道上驶过的汽车，还是那些躺在路边上搭帐篷睡觉、酗酒或吸食某些粉末状药物到神志不清的黑人，都让他有一种强烈的不真实感。
因为这位最强大的巴尔之子明白，自己此刻已经不在托瑞尔星球上的费伦大陆，甚至不在其隶属的宇宙中，而是来到了另外一个完全陌生的地方。
在这里，他感受不到魔网的存在，但是却能察觉到周围环境中存在一些游离的能量可以为自己所用。
正当巴萨扎打算走出这条又脏又臭、充斥着腐朽堕落气息的小巷去外面看看时，突然听到身后传来一阵大喊。
“嘿！白鬼，这里可不是你应该来的地方。识相点就赶紧把身上所有值钱的东西都交出来，然后赶快滚。不然我和我的兄弟们会在你的身上开几个洞。”
由于拥有神力的关系，所以巴萨扎很容易就听懂了这些残渣着黑人俚语的脏话，同时转身也看到了对方的样子，以及手里拿着的怪异武器。
就在他尝试着想要发动神力理解这个奇怪的武器的作用和原理时，另外一个黑人立刻拎着棒球棍冲上来，一边高高举过头顶一边疯疯癫癫的咒骂：“法克！你他妈的聋了吗？没听到乔治刚才说的话？”
话音未落！
球棍便冲着脑袋狠狠地砸了下来，那架势完全是本着杀人去的。
从眼神中透露出来的凶狠和满不在乎不难看出，这些家伙都是周围街区的帮派分子，根本不拿人命当一回事。
别看年纪不大，但基本各个都参与过谋杀或帮派仇杀。
对他们而言，杀死一个人的理由很可能仅仅只是对方穿了一双好点的鞋子。
砰！ 一声闷响过后，粗壮的球棒应声断裂成两节。
其中断裂的前半部分更是旋转着飞出去好几米远。
剩下的部分则震得持有者双手不停的颤抖，虎口更是当场撕裂留下了暗红色的鲜血。
但与之截然相反的是，巴萨扎不仅毫发未损，光溜溜的脑袋上连一丁点红印都没有。
确切地说，他从始至终都没有动过哪怕一下，仿佛刚才砸在自己头顶的不是一根坚硬的棒球棍，而是一根微不足道的羽毛。
“噢——该死！”
手持半截棒球棍的黑人虽然智力可能只比黑猩猩高上那么一点点，但也意识到了情况不妙，自己好像遇上了硬茬子，立刻呼唤身后的同伴：“这家伙有点奇怪！快来！一起上！”
可还没等其他人来得及做出反应，这家伙的整个身体便突然毫无征兆轰的一声炸裂开。
漫天色鲜血、碎肉和残肢断臂如同雨点般四散飞溅，直接在小巷里形成了宛如地狱般的血腥景象。
“啊啊啊啊啊！！！！！！！”
一名站在三楼阳台上只穿内衣明显是在看热闹的年轻黑人女性看到这一幕，顿时发出了刺耳的尖叫。
毕竟附近几条街区虽然打架、斗殴、谋杀、抢劫、强奸等恶行案件频繁发生，但像死的这么血腥惨烈的还是头一回。
另外几个帮会成员也从这一生尖叫中回过神来，立马二话不说便开始了拔枪射击。
一时之间整条小巷里都是乒乒乓乓的枪响，以及子弹打飞误伤其他流浪汉时发出的惨叫。
可让他们感到恐惧和绝望的是，如此多的子弹在靠近对方的时候，都会被一层无形的力场弹开或是偏斜掉，就算偶尔有命中也无法穿透皮肤造成真正的伤害。
别说是区区枪械了，估计就连大口径的火炮和导弹打在神力武僧的身上都很难有什么效果。
巴萨扎就这样闲庭信步顶着子弹走到近前，一拳一个把这些散发着混乱邪恶气息的人渣全部送走。
毕竟当初能下定决心要杀死所有巴尔之子然后自杀的他，可不是什么心慈手软的圣母，更近于那种“恶即斩”的类型。
解决了一群自以为是的愚蠢黑人，身上没有沾染哪怕一丁点血迹的巴萨扎很快走出小巷沿着公路朝更加繁华的市中心走去。
按照日记本的吩咐，他从始至终都没有半点掩饰身份的意思，就这样大摇大摆的出现在了众目睽睽之下。
大概四十分钟左右，头顶的天空便出现了一架直升飞机，随后刺耳的警笛声便由远而近。
没过多久四五辆警车便将巴萨扎围了起来，从车上下来的警察更是全副武装，举着威力巨大的霰弹枪高呼：“举起手！我命令你立刻举起手趴在墙上！否则别怪我们不客气！我们现在怀疑你跟不久之前发生的凶杀案有关！要立刻逮捕你！”
周围的路人见到这种阵仗早就已经吓尿了，纷纷以极快的速度逃离现场。
还有的干脆寻找距离最近的掩体躲在后面。
不得不说，美利坚人民在这方面的专业素养绝对没的说。
但凡换成治安情况稍微好点、枪击案没那么多的国家，都不可能再面对枪械的时候如此训练有素。
“逮捕我？为什么？”
巴萨扎停下脚步一脸不解的问。
"Because you killed five people! And you beat them to pieces with your fists!"
One of the officers replied while locked in the back of the police car.
It can be seen that he was really nervous and didn't dare to go forward to handcuff the other person.
Because anyone who has watched the surveillance video will have no doubt that this gentle-looking bald man could easily kill all the police officers present.
"But they were the ones who provoked me first. I was just defending myself." The powerful monk explained patiently.
Having suppressed the divinity and power of Baal, the god of murder, for a long time, he had long since developed a strong heart that allowed him to face any situation calmly.
"Self-defense? You call that self-defense? What a joke!" another black policeman shouted angrily with gritted teeth.
Balthazar turned his head and questioned, "What else should it be called? I think as a law enforcement officer you should thank me. I helped you clean up a group of criminals and scum."
"Even if they are criminals! Even if they are scum! They should be judged by the law! Who do you think you are? God? Or one of those weird heroes or vigilantes in strange costumes?"
The black policeman continued to display his racial talent, spewing out a string of righteous accusations in just a second or two.
"No, I just did what I thought was right. And if the laws you speak of are really effective, then these criminals and scum wouldn't be so rampant. And if you want to arrest me, go ahead, but I won't surrender."
After saying this, Balthazar ignored the police and continued walking along the avenue.
These policemen were obviously caught in a dilemma, as they dared not shoot nor stop the incident. They could only follow from a distance and constantly report the situation through walkie-talkies. At the same time, more and more police cars began to converge here.
When the number of police cars exceeded fifty and even the special police with heavy firepower had been dispatched, and the fight was about to begin, several black SUVs suddenly broke through the cordon.
The middle-aged man who jumped out of the car first took out his ID and handed it to the sheriff who was directing him: "We are the FBI! From now on, our people will take over here."
"What? This is impossible! I will never accept it! The murder suspect belongs to the New York Police Department! If we hand him over to you like this, we will lose face!" the police chief roared angrily.
"But losing face is better than losing your life.
Sir, I believe you have watched the surveillance video and should understand how destructive that person is.
Once he starts taking action, not only you policemen, but even the surrounding buildings may be reduced to ruins within minutes.
This matter is beyond the scope of what the police can handle, so let's leave it to us professionals."
After saying that, the middle-aged man put away his ID, gestured to all his men to stay where they were and wait, then he took off his sunglasses, took a deep breath, forced himself to stay calm, and walked straight towards the powerful monk.
When he got closer, he forced a smile and introduced himself: "Hello, sir from somewhere unknown, my name is Phil Coulson, nice to meet you. You know, your presence has caused quite a stir and trouble."
"My name is Balthazar, and I don't think I did anything wrong."
The monk responded casually as he looked at the beautiful golden scenery of the setting sun in the distance.
“Thanks for letting me know my name, that’s certainly a friendly start.
If you don't mind, could you tell me where exactly you are from?
Another question is, how do you manage to punch with your bare hands at a speed over six times the speed of sound, and use a force field-like ability to block bullets?
If you can be honest with me, I promise to help you solve your current problem."
Coulson put on a very genuine and friendly attitude.
However, if you look closely at the soaked shirt under his suit jacket, you can tell that he is obviously not relaxed at all and is even extremely nervous.
After all, although the human in front of him can communicate normally, he is essentially an absolute monster who can kill him a hundred times with a single gesture.
And judging from Balthazar's previous behavior, he was obviously not the kind of person who cared about the law, and he showed no mercy when it came to killing people.