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Chapter 268

"I'm not...it's hard to describe what I see." Peggy Carter looked lingering in fear, and her eyes burning with evil flames also became flashing.

"I saw the smoldering remains of countless worlds..." Carter's expression was stiff, and his breathing slowly became rapid. "I saw those abominable and twisted creatures forming an endless army of storms in all worlds..."

As the memories deepened, Carter's expression became weird, fearful and crazy smile, "They launched a vast expedition that reached the end of creation, and vowed to use evil fire to turn all realms into ashes..."

"They are destined to destroy everything we cherish!" Carter held his head with his hands, as if he wanted to drive this crazy memory out of his mind. Finally, she shouted at the top of her lungs, "This world, all worlds will burn!"

Dong! Evanson took out his staff and paused heavily on the ground. The invisible ripples emanated with the sound, and Carter also struggled out of the crazy memory.

"What is that? What exactly are I seeing?!" Carter suddenly woke up and grabbed Evanson's arms, as if a drowning man grabbed a straw, and asked loudly.

As the transformation was just completed, countless terrifying fragments poured into Peggy Carter's brain, but before she could tell carefully, she was interrupted by Evanson. Then she saw the pigeon-release captain who had been dreaming of for more than 60 years, so she couldn't help but dance with him, and these memories that did not belong to her were naturally put down.

It was not until Evanson re-introduced this incident that she truly looked at those terrible scenes.

"Spirit vision..." Evanson took off Carter's hands and said, "My profession, warlock, its origin is very ancient, even older than this world..." He looked at Carter with a mysterious smile and said, "It originated from outside this world."

Evanson knew that Carter hadn't seen anything just now. The scenes that appeared in her mind were just memories fragments in the soul of the Doomsday Guardian. She just watched a horrible Doomsday movie in the first person.

After hearing this, Peggy Carter did not speak. As she was once a person, she knew that there was extraterrestrial life. Although she had never witnessed it with her own eyes, the countless confidential items she had come into contact with showed this, such as the universe cube, obelisk, etc....especially, the scene she had just witnessed "with her own eyes".

"But when we accept this inheritance and complete the promotion." Evanson's face turned right and his eyes looked at Carter with a bright look. "We will all see the ancient enemy, the destroyer of all realms, and the Burning Legion in the dark."

"So, these are all true... all what I see are true?" Carter asked in disbelief. Carter was also a master I had ever seen. She had personally experienced the most tragic war in human history and had also seen weapons that could destroy a city at one time, but these were not worth mentioning from what she had just seen.

"Will they... come to us too?" Carter asked, how she wished she could hear the denied answer.

"I don't know..." Evanson almost said, it depends on my mood. "But there are countless worlds that have encountered them, and their fate... you have seen them."

"Yes, I saw it." Carter replied, the world was broken, leaving only smoldering pieces.

"Since you have seen what I see, you know our destiny..." Evanson said seriously, "So are you willing to fight for this great cause to resist the Burning Legion."

"I... can we win?" Carter asked this. Many people lose the courage to resist after seeing everything the Burning Legion has done.

"Why would you ask this?" But Evanson was very dissatisfied with Carter's attitude. He approached step by step. "Do you have no determination to defend this world, or do I overestimate your tenacity?"

Please be more excited than to provoke. The dark demon wings suddenly unfolded behind Carter. The demon patterns on her body shone again, her skin turned black and hardened, and curved horns grew on her head. The demon transformed, "I will let you see my tenacity."

"That's good." Evanson looked at his work with satisfaction. "Also, you'd better not tell others about these things."

"You don't need to teach you these, I know what to do." After all, he is one of the founders of SHIELD. Peggy Carter can completely conclude that no one believes these shocking things, even if they are told, will be regarded as conspiracy theorists and suffer countless obstacles.

"Hmph..." Peggy Carter suddenly laughed, "Hydra? When you came to me, you said you wanted to deal with Hydra. Now I find that it's just a guise of you coaxing me out."

"I didn't lie to you, ma'am." Evanson smiled. "Hydra is still the enemy. His existence hindered the plan. His existence hindered me from concentrating my strength to resist the disaster that will come."

"Then S.H.E.L.D?" Carter asked, "H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H

After this, Peggy Carter was completely sure that Evanson was definitely not a good agent loyal to S.H.E.E.L.D.

"I said I didn't lie to you, ma'am." Evanson said with a weird smile, "S.H.I.E.L.D. has stopped existed many years ago."

Peggy Carter was silent. She knew that if it was really like Evanson said, S.H.E.L.D. is just a skin of Hydra. Moreover, if there are one or two borers on a big tree, it can kill insects, but the big tree has been hollowed out by the insects, so it can only burn it and the insects.

Half of my life's hard work is burning.

"Okay, let's not talk about this." Evanson saw Paige Carter's bloody look and knew what she was feeling distressed, so he turned the topic away. "I'll give you some gifts."

"Due to your special nature now, some conventional weapons are no longer suitable for you, so I have prepared some special things for you." Evanson took out some things from his backpack.

Although the standard weapon of the Demon Hunter is the Battle Blade, it is too difficult to get started with that thing. If you don’t practice it for a few years, you can’t use it well. As soon as a novice goes to the battlefield, you might get rid of yourself as soon as you make a move.

"This is called catastrophe." Evanson took out a half-meter-long flintlock muzzle and handed it over. The gun was made of metal. From the trigger guard to the muzzle, there was a blade with a blade cut off, so the gun could also be used as a machete at critical moments. Special runes were also carved on the muzzle, so the gun could also be fired without using bullets and directing energy into it.

"This is called revenge." Evanson took out another one-handed battle axe. The tone of the axe was cold. Whether it had a jagged barb, one axe could definitely hang two kilograms of meat, which looked chilling.

Moreover, the shape of this axe is also famous, called Lordaeron's Royal Axe. However, given that Evanson has just been forged over 300 years and the vast differences in materials, this axe can now be called Lordaeron's Tenant Axe at best.

"Ms., these two weapons were personally consecrated in a small blacksmith shop in the Scottish Highlands three days ago. It's really amazing..."
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