After leaving the top-secret conference room, Agent Hill, who had been promoted and discovered by Fury in the past two years, hurried over. This responsible female agent with short black hair and a cool and capable manner said to Fury immediately after seeing him: "Sir, according to your order, all our agents are dispatched, and all weapons and equipment are loaded on transport planes to transport them to all coordinate points." "In addition, there is news from the Avengers that they are still tracking the devil, but the other party is moving very quickly."
"Very good. Let our people take their positions, and let Natasha Romanoff decide for herself. As for the Avengers, what we need to do is to provide them with all the support they need." "Yes, sir." Looking at the back of Agent Hill leaving, Fury fell into deep thought. What exactly did that devil want to do? Was it just to stir up unrest? All countries in the world have opened cracks connecting to hell to summon demons and dead souls, but only Madripoor Port, Kosovia, and other cities have remained quiet, as if they dared not approach at all. This meant that the devil was obviously also wary of, and even afraid of, the Sanctuary. Why did he do it? What was the reason? Just a test? Or was there another reason he couldn't think of? Fury narrowed his eyes, feeling more and more strange in this world, with too many aspects of information being too lacking. He felt it was necessary to find a way to get more information, and only with enough information could he know the truth of some things immediately. But who could get such information?
On an abandoned farm, the sky outside was gloomy, with a hazy drizzle, and the surrounding roads and weeds and shrubs on both sides of the road made everything seem lonely and desolate. The Blackheart Demon sat on a single sofa in the farm, his eyes filled with anticipation. He could feel the breath of hell coming from the whole world getting stronger and stronger. He also felt that the footsteps of doomsday and disaster were approaching. Everything he did these days had achieved his ultimate goal. Johnny and Carter stood behind him, with calm expressions and silence. Suddenly, the two of them looked at the front door. Blackheart was sitting on a sofa facing the door. He looked at the familiar figure, and the corner of his mouth curved up. He seemed not surprised by the arrival of the visitor, but had expected it. "My dear father, you finally can't bear it anymore," Blackheart said with a smile, looking at the old man in a suit, coat, round hat, and walking stick in front of him, with a triumphant attitude.
Mephisto walked to Blackheart at an unhurried pace. Looking at his son and the other party's arrogant attitude, he shook his head and sighed: "You are doing a stupid thing, my son." "Stupid?" Blackheart laughed foolishly: "I am doing what I think is right." "What you call the right thing is to make the Earth a battlefield for the three forces to compete, let the Apocalypse come, and let everything come to an end?" Mephisto looked at Blackheart quietly, with a face full of disappointment. Such a condescending tone and such an attitude made Blackheart frown and his expression became gloomy. He was fed up with such a condescending tone and such an attitude.
Blackheart stood up and walked in front of Mephisto, saying coldly: "Even if you see through it, what can you do? The appearance of demons in the world violates the law signed by Hell and Heaven. An angel will descend to Earth and the war will begin. Hell and Heaven will not miss such an opportunity." "Sanctuary? What about the Sanctuary? They will only make the war go uncontrollably, and everything is irreversible, my dear father." In the eyes of Blackheart, this was an open conspiracy, an open conspiracy that could not be reversed at all. In his Spirit of Vengeance Contract, the moment he implemented the plan, everything would only proceed according to his established idea.
Sanctuary? Could the Sanctuary break through the two forces of Hell and Heaven by itself? Don't joke, that was impossible. After he finished speaking, he didn't even look at Mephisto, but looked down at the ground. The entire rotten and old hall floor suddenly appeared with a red light and shadow, and he saw the whole space passing by one picture after another. He saw the scenes in every corner of the Earth, saw the cracks, and the demons and dead souls pouring in. "Look at all this; this is not enough." The Blackheart Demon laughed happily, and he stomped his right foot. The terrifying power destroyed the entire farm in an instant. The ground cracked and collapsed, and countless rubble and trees fell. A huge pit appeared on the ground hundreds of meters around, and red flames were sprayed from below.
"In one hour, the devil number 666 will become the 166th node under my power. They will be linked together and condensed under the supreme digital power, and all the demons in hell will be completely released." "Are you going to stop me, my father?" The devil numbers, 666 and 166, are extremely powerful, but they require specific conditions and specific time and place to be released. To put it bluntly, it is a kind of amplified power. At six o'clock, six minutes, and six seconds, at this moment he would open the crack node under his feet, making it 166, completing two devil numbers. Under the powerful power amplification, the channel established between hell and the human world would be completely guided, allowing countless demons and undead souls to pour in.
The endless hellfire would destroy the human world and turn it into purgatory. At that time, Heaven would not sit idly by, and the war would begin. The Apocalypse would come. This was his real plan. Mephisto and Blackheart stood on a stone pillar, and the deep pits below were filled with flames like gushing molten lava, so hot that the former looked at Blackheart with an idiotic expression, and he didn't even want to say a word. What should he say? Let Blackheart give up? In fact, when Blackheart created dozens of nodes to summon the demons, he had already guessed what Blackheart was thinking. Blackheart did have a good idea, and he also had the devil's cunning and insidiousness and wisdom, but there was a fatal mistake in Blackheart's plan. A cognitive error.
(End of Chapter)
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