"I'm actually very confused. You can fly by yourself … Why do you want me to carry you?"
The Hezrou Demon Lord, whose body had expanded a lot again, flapped its newly grown wings and flew forward in the cold night wind.
However, its complaints were meaningless because Saber, who was sitting cross-legged on its neck, had no intention of answering. He only snorted, and Sim, who was acting as his mount, instinctively sped up.
Speaking of which, Sim's feelings towards Seiber were very complicated.
As a Hezrou, it could accept its fate of being enslaved. However, it had evolved three times with Saber in less than three years since it was enslaved.
It was an unimaginable gift for a demon, but if it came at the cost of freedom, it was not that tempting. That was where the problem lay. Sim was sure that these three evolutions were not the end. Perhaps, it would soon welcome its fourth evolution.
At the thought of this, Sim's sorrowful heart actually had a strange feeling of joy. It extended its head, which had turned into a Demonic Dragon, and turned to look at its growing body and its pair of black wings that were covered with hard scales. It was a little uncertain.
Was it still a Hezrou Demon? No matter how it looked at it … it seemed to be developing into a Demonic Dragon.
As both parties of the contract, Saber's changes in his body would also affect Sim's changes. This time, the Seraphic Speed power had greatly modified his body, causing Sim to completely change its form in its sleep. It had become a form that had both strength and speed … Well, this was a good thing.
"Maybe it's time for me to expand my territory in hell again. Last time, Desolm's trash Nether Dragon insulted me because it could fly. Good! This time, I'll start with them! "
Sim's purple snake eyes flashed with thoughts and excitement. Although its body had changed, it was still a Hezrou Demon that was passionate about battle. War and conquest were always its favorite things to do.
The master and servant's flight went smoothly. Ten minutes later, the Statue of Liberty appeared before Saber's eyes. He took a deep breath, stood up from Sim's head, and snapped his fingers.
"Go, beat up the Underworld Dragon Tribe that insulted you, then contract them to the Modern Realm. I need an aerial army."
After saying that, the leader of The Devil Gang took two steps forward, opened his arms, and leaped down with a leap of faith.
"As you wish, my wicked master, ahahaha."
In the pitch-black night, Sim let out a treacherous laugh. That frighteningly huge figure instantly turned into purple smoke and disappeared. Meanwhile, Saber was wrapped in dark green flames in the air. The moment he was about to fall into the sea, his huge bat wings spread out in the flames. He glided across the surface of the water and silently drifted into the night.
"Cough, cough!"
In the luxurious villa in Mabry Bay, Tony Stark, whose face was extremely haggard, was sleeping on the test bench. His face was pained, and he coughed from time to time. From the black blood vessels on his neck, it could be seen that the damage caused by palladium to his body had reached an irreversible level.
"Oh my god, why do you have to suffer such pain?"
Little Pepper Potts gently took a blanket and covered Tony's back. She did not even dare to wake Tony up because his body was very weak and he was under a lot of pressure. If he was disturbed, it would be difficult for him to fall asleep again.
And for Tony, having enough sleep was already a rare luxury.
Of course, Little Pepper was more worried about another thing. When it came to illness, the patient's will and persistence were very important. But now, it seemed that Tony had given up on his persistence. A few days ago, he had transferred all his duties to Miss Potts. After that, he locked himself in the villa and began to work like a madman.
That kind of attitude was something he had never had in his 20 years of life. Every minute and second that passed made him extremely anxious. He seemed to be planning to finish all the remaining work in the remaining time.
"Tony … Don't worry, I'll leave you."
Potts very sensitively reached out and gently stroked Tony's thin face. She said in a daze, "If you must go, I'll go with you. A world without you is too cruel for me."
"Tsk tsk, how touching."
A deep voice sounded outside the laboratory door. Potts subconsciously stood up and stood in front of Tony. Then, she saw Saber's strange face. The leader of The Devil Gang shrugged.
"Even a cold-blooded guy like me is touched."
The electronic intelligence system, Mr. Jarvis, opened the door for Saber. He held a strange scepter in his hand that looked very old. He walked to Miss Potts, leaned on the scepter like a gentleman, and lowered his voice.
"I've come to keep my promise. If everything goes well, I'll bring back a healthy Tony Stark. In return, I've thought about it. Two hundred Jericho missiles for Tony's life shouldn't be too expensive, right?"
A light flashed in Potts' eyes. She reached out and placed her hand in front of Saber's eyes. At this moment, the aura of a strong woman in the workplace completely erupted.
"I'll give you 400. You have to guarantee that my Tony will come back in one piece!"
"Okay! It's a deal! "
Saber reached out and shook Potts' hand. He whispered the delivery address to the CEO of Stark Industries. Then, he strolled to Tony, who was trapped in a nightmare. He roughly took out a small green stone from his pocket, opened Tony's mouth, and threw it in.
The next moment, Tony Stark jumped up from his chair. But before he could see the situation clearly, an indescribable vitality burst out in his body, making him moan comfortably.
Green fluorescence surged on the surface of his body, and his dry skin became alive at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was as if … he had completely recovered.
"What's that?"
Tony pursed his lips and felt the strange taste that remained in his mouth. He looked at Saber. "What did you feed me, you bastard? A stimulant? "
"It's just a healing stone."
Saber tilted his head and looked at the Iron Man in front of him. "Since there's going to be a big battle later, I still think you need to be in good condition."
Tony's eyes flashed. He moved his shoulders and asked in a low voice,
"Ten Abstinence Gang?"
"Of course!"
Saber took a deep breath. "They killed 140 of my brothers. I want them to pay back double!"
"I don't have long to live … My time is precious."
Stark stretched out his hands, and the Mark 6 armor quickly flew out of the laboratory's storage chamber and automatically assembled on the surface of his body. In less than two seconds, the complete Iron Man stood in front of Saber. On his anthropomorphic face, the combat goggles lit up.
"Shing"
A snow-white blade popped out of the bracer on his left arm. At this moment, Tony Stark was overflowing with killing intent under the threat of death. He said in a low voice that had been altered by a voice changer, "Let's go.
"Let's start now, I can't wait!"
On the other side, in the unfinished large stadium in the Hell's Kitchen neighborhood, Sergues sat on a heavy ammunition box. In front of him, the elites of The Devil Gang were busy preparing for the war. Large boxes of bullets and shells were rammed into trucks, and the commandos received combat armor and weapons from the quartermaster. Further away, Cooper was communicating tactics with the pilots of three armed helicopters.
Seven armored vehicles painted black were parked at the door. These big guys that had just been transported from the assembly line to New York would carry out the first wave of assault missions. But unlike other armored vehicles, The Devil Gang's armored vehicles were engraved with some strange magic patterns on the surface of special equipment, like a model of a crude combination of technology and magic.
There were also some mutants who returned from the Mexican battlefield. They would be led by several young people of The Devil Gang to carry out assassination and sabotage missions. This was not under Sergues's control.
"I say, when I really got to know you guys, I realized that your war potential is so great."
Coulson looked at the electronic map in his hand with a strange expression. He glanced at the big bald man in front of him. "Saber only needs you to block the fugitives, he didn't ask you to directly destroy the Ten Ring Gang's base."
Sergues, who was chewing gum, glanced at Coulson and mysteriously shook his finger at him.
"No, no, no, you should say 'we'. You are one of us, Agent Coulson. To be honest, I am very curious about your past, and that's what the boss meant. Believe me. But speaking of which, Coulson, from your professional point of view, do you think it's normal for SHIELD to cooperate with us this time?"
"It's not normal or not."
Coulson pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and looked at the electronic map with many marks in his hand. He whispered, "Fury is just trying to make New York quieter. Hydra is a local force, and those guys are now a big problem for SHIELD. At this moment, Fury doesn't want to see another force rise locally and then interfere with the battle between SHIELD and Hydra."
"In other words, he is just using our hands to get rid of an unstable factor. This is no harm to him, it's nothing more than a military right of passage. Given Saber's character, he won't use this temporary authority to do anything weird. Fury has figured out Saber's character, and he has begun to get along with Saber in another way. But speaking of which, I am also very curious."
He put down the electronic map and handed it to the combat staff officer beside him. He said with some doubts:
"Hasn't the Ten Ring Gang always been active in Central Asia and Europe? Why did they suddenly enter the United States and have a conflict with you? Aren't you worried about having too many opponents? "
"Who knows."
Sergues rolled his eyes and said, "The whole world wants to kill us. It doesn't matter if there is another Ten Ring Gang. There are already almost 70,000 troops on the Mexican battlefield. I'd like to see who can kill us on our land. But this time, Professor Hawkins specifically emphasized that we should bring back a strengthening potion inside the Ten Ring Gang. He wants to do an important experiment. What's that thing called … Yes, Extremis."
"Oh?"
Coulson pushed up his black-rimmed glasses again and asked with interest, "It seems that Professor Hawkins' research on the Ultimate Soldier has yielded results?"
"I don't know, and I don't care."
Sergues raised his head. In the distant sky, a black shadow was very obvious under the illumination of the moon. It was like a signal. He jumped down from the ammo box, took a runestone from his belt, and injected it with magic energy. The next moment, a huge, two-meter-tall Hellsteed appeared in front of him. Its four hooves were burning with hellfire, and its entire body was covered in flames.
This warhorse from hell was a spoil of war that Sim had plundered after conquering the territory of a Lord of Hell. It was not a rare breed, but it was definitely rare in the modern world. This thing was extremely fast, and it could also be used as a good helper in battle at a critical moment. Most importantly, it did not need food. It could be fed with just a little bit of soul residue, which was much cheaper than raising a luxury car.
Saber gave this rare thing as a year-end bonus to the higher-ups of The Devil Gang and received unanimous praise. Sergues, the old Russian, also said that the feeling of riding a horse after drinking was simply too good.
The bald man mounted his warhorse, nodded to Coulson, and then shouted, "Let's go!"
"Demons! The time for war has come! Let's go! "
"Destroy the Ten Ring Gang! Cut off their outstretched claws! Let them see what it means to be punished by the devil. 140 brothers who died in battle are watching us! Don't be soft! "
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