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.
Here I have the Divine Monk Balthazar, the Avenger Varian, the Dark Queen Sylvanas who seized the Helm of Domination, Thrall who fell into the minion of the Old Gods, the Fel Mage Kael'thas, the Elder Eye with a legendary spellcasting level, Irenicus whose soul was transformed into a unique form of the Great Devil, and the Vampire Queen Badi...
In addition, I can also give you the Sun Knight Davian, the Succubus Lolita Atona, the Son of Baal, Sharovok, another apprentice, the elf girl Guilaser, the Bronze Dragon Chromie and her opposite Eternal Dragon Miloch, etc.
If that is not enough, you can go to the ninth level of Baator to ask the Succubus Queen Mecanthus for people, or call back the pyromancer Alena who you have long let go.
This crazy woman now has a spellcasting level of at least LV34. Her exclusive highest-level flame magic can even create a giant fireball with a diameter of more than 300 kilometers and a temperature of millions or even tens of millions of degrees Celsius out of thin air. "
Zuo Si very generously took out all the high-end forces he could currently deploy.
Especially those made into cards, they are not stingy in showing the detailed information to the diary.
I have to say, you don’t know how much money you have until you take stock of it. Once you do, you’ll be shocked.
Excluding those who are on missions or have other things to do, there are a lot of people above the legendary level.
Take any one of them, even in a world full of superheroes and supervillains, it is enough to stir up a storm.
But the corners of Diary's mouth kept twitching, and he couldn't help but hold his forehead and wailed: "Oh my God! Where did you find these ruthless guys? Do you think I can control these extremely dangerous guys?"
"Don't worry. I will give you enough authority when the time comes. They won't dare to disobey your orders."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si activated all the summoned creatures and summoned follower cards in his hand in one breath.
In a flash!
One by one, guys with fierce looks in their eyes appeared out of nowhere under the super-time and space beacon tower.
The terrifying momentum even made Blue Demon referee Jinjitasha take a defensive stance.
He was quite sure that if all these guys rushed over, they could tear him into pieces within seconds.
But this did not happen in the end.
Just the opposite!
After briefly observing the surrounding environment, all the summoned creatures and followers lowered their heads and bowed deeply.
"Owner!"
"From now on, you must obey his orders as you would obey mine. No disobedience is allowed."
Zuo Si pointed directly at the diary beside him and gave the order.
"clear!"
The summoned creatures and followers present first raised their heads and looked at the latter, but when they found that the diary looked exactly like its owner, they quickly chose to accept it calmly.
After doing all this, Zuo Si patted the Diary on the shoulder to show encouragement, and handed the other party the spatial coordinates of more than 300 worlds. Then he instantly activated the power of the Planeswalker Spark and disappeared without a trace.
“Ahem—”
The diary coughed twice to attract everyone's attention, and then said in a very rare serious tone: "Next, I will build a small team with each completed mages as the core. Anyone whose name is called remember to stand over. The first team, mages Mossy Boulder, team member Thrall..."
As the names were read out one by one from his mouth, more than twenty core teams were quickly formed.
Immediately afterwards, the planeswalkers belonging to these teams obtained the corresponding spatial coordinates, and then with the help of the power of the trans-dimensional beacon tower, they easily completed the spatial positioning, and then sent the other members of the team to the designated world.
Within a few hours, they dispersed and appeared in more than a hundred worlds.
The diary, through the link of the trans-temporal beacon tower, stares at hundreds of screens that are lit simultaneously in a place similar to a monitoring room, observing the people's every move through the images on the monitors.
…
At this moment, the powerful monk Balthazar was standing in an alley in the slums of a city, observing everything around him with interest.
Whether it was the cars passing by on the street outside the alley or the black people lying on the side of the road, sleeping in tents, drinking or taking some powdered drugs until they were unconscious, they all gave him a strong sense of unreality.
Because this most powerful son of Bhaal understood that he was no longer in the continent of Faerun on the planet Toril, or even in the universe to which it belonged, but had come to another completely unfamiliar place.
Here, he could not feel the existence of the magic net, but he could sense that there was some free energy in the surrounding environment that he could use.
Just as Balthazar was about to walk out of this dirty, smelly alley filled with the smell of decay and decadence to take a look outside, he suddenly heard a loud shout behind him.
"Hey! White ghost, this is not the place you should be in. If you know what's best for you, hand over all the valuables on you and get out of here. Otherwise, my brothers and I will make a few holes in your body."
Because of his divine power, Balthazar easily understood the dirty words mixed with black slang. He turned around and saw the other party's appearance and the strange weapon in his hand.
Just as he was trying to use his divine power to understand the function and principle of this strange weapon, another black man immediately rushed up with a baseball bat, raised it high above his head and cursed crazily: "Fuck! Are you fucking deaf? Didn't you hear what George just said?"
Before he finished speaking!
The baseball bat came down hard on the man's head, with an intention to kill him.
It is not difficult to tell from the ferocity and indifference in their eyes that these guys are gang members from the surrounding blocks and do not take human life seriously at all.
Although they are young, almost all of them have been involved in murders or gang feuds.
To them, the reason for killing a person might simply be that the person was wearing a better pair of shoes.
Bang! After a dull thud, the thick baseball bat broke into two pieces.
The broken front half even spun and flew several meters away.
The remaining part caused the holder's hands to tremble continuously, and the knuckles were torn on the spot, leaving dark red blood.
But in stark contrast, not only was Balthazar unharmed, there wasn't even a single red mark on his bald head.
To be exact, he did not move at all from beginning to end, as if what had just hit him on the head was not a hard baseball bat, but an insignificant feather.
"Oh - damn!"
Although the black man holding the half-broken baseball bat may have only a slightly higher intelligence than the chimpanzee, he also realized that the situation was not good. He seemed to have met a tough opponent, so he immediately called out to his companions behind him: "This guy is a bit strange! Come on! Let's go together!"
But before anyone else could react, this guy's entire body suddenly exploded without any warning.
Blood, flesh, and broken limbs flew everywhere like raindrops, creating a bloody scene like hell in the alley.
“Aa ...
A young black woman who was standing on the third-floor balcony wearing only underwear and obviously watching the fun saw this scene and immediately let out a shrill scream.
After all, although fights, brawls, murders, robberies, rapes and other heinous crimes frequently occurred in the nearby blocks, this was the first time such a bloody and tragic death had occurred.
Several other gang members also came to their senses from the screams and immediately started drawing their guns and shooting without saying a word.
Suddenly, the whole alley was filled with the sound of gunfire and the screams of other homeless people when bullets accidentally hit them.
But what makes them feel terrified and desperate is that so many bullets will be bounced or deflected by an invisible force field when approaching the enemy. Even if they occasionally hit the enemy, they cannot penetrate the skin and cause real damage.
Not to mention firearms, even large-caliber artillery and missiles would hardly have any effect on the powerful monk.
Balthazar walked up to them leisurely, under the bullets, and sent away all these scums who exuded a chaotic and evil aura one by one with his punches.
After all, he was not a merciful saint, but more of the "kill all evil" type, since he had made up his mind to kill all the Sons of Baal and then commit suicide.
After dealing with a group of self-righteous and stupid black people, Balthazar, without even a drop of blood on his body, quickly walked out of the alley and walked along the road towards the more prosperous city center.
Following the instructions in the diary, he had no intention of concealing his identity from beginning to end, and he appeared in public in broad daylight.
About forty minutes later, a helicopter appeared in the sky overhead, followed by the shrill sound of sirens that came closer and closer.
Before long, four or five police cars surrounded Balthazar. The policemen who got out of the cars were fully armed, holding powerful shotguns and shouting, "Put your hands up! I order you to put your hands up and lie on the wall immediately! Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude! We now suspect that you are related to the murder case that happened not long ago! We will arrest you immediately!"
The passers-by around were already terrified by the scene and fled the scene at a very fast speed.
Others simply look for the nearest cover and hide behind it.
I have to say that the American people's professionalism in this regard is absolutely impeccable.
In any country with slightly better public security and fewer shootings, it would be impossible to be so well-trained when facing guns.
"Arrest me? Why?"
Balthazar stopped and asked with a puzzled look.
"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.
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