Berenita enjoyed the warm light, just like brewing the richest air-dried wine in ancient Greece, waiting for the sweetest moment under the sunset. She had been waiting for the day for a long time. She just slept unconsciously for five hundred years. Even though the five hundred years of memories of the parallel world were later returned to her, it was no different from watching a movie, and her mentality was still in her twenties.

Although Salomon longed for her, he did not stop. He kissed the witch's lips with Joan of Arc's eyes that were enough to pierce his body. But Beyonita didn't let him go so easily. She hugged him with the power that Salomon could not break free, asking for his tongue. After a long time they separated panting, the witch licked her lips with satisfaction.

"Sorry, I have something to do." Salomon said with a flushed face. "There is a battle to fight. Dinah, put on her clothes, pick up her weapons, and activate the Legion of Constructs. I threw all the gold on it, it's time to see your results."

The alchemy doll nodded and turned to the bedroom.

"War?" This topic attracted the attention of three women in the living room. Bernita took out her pistol and was eager to try it out. It seemed that she wanted to join in the fun. Joan of Arc didn't need to say more, where Bernita went. Even Samen Shaw, who is a mortal, was very interested in the topic of war. Her expression seemed to be saying that she wanted to listen to more magic stories.

Salomon sighed - most of the women he knew didn't look weak. In fact, he seemed to get along with women with strong combat power. It cannot be denied that there was the influence of the witch on him. Who wouldn't like the big sister who had long legs and could beat him?

Anyway, Salomon likes it very much, especially when he is clamped by Beyonita's long legs.

"Dear, this time it is the joint operation of Asgard and Kamataj, facing the enemies of the main material plane." He had to say this, otherwise the witches might really go to the battlefield to fight side by side with him. The main enemy of the witches is the upper and lower planes, and they have never encountered aliens in the main material plane, and they have also lost interest in the poor enemies of the main material plane - that does not match the witch's aesthetic view, there is no such enemy of particularly large size, or metal and machinery, the witch will not enjoy the pleasure of the enemy's blood splashing on their bodies.

However, the words of the Secret Mage inspired Samen Shaw to be even more enthusiastic. She didn't catch up with the Battle of New York, so she now wanted to shoot one or two aliens.

"I'll come back for supper." Salomon put on the hanging ring again and refused Samen Shaw's blatant follow-up.

This woman didn't even change her swimsuit, so she just wanted to touch her pistol and hit the aliens.

At this time, the alchemy doll was also wearing clothes. It was still the black short skirt with a high slit, and the underwear was still in a pure white one-piece swimsuit style. After getting wet, it would reveal its body semi-transparently. When Salomon was designing the alchemy doll, he read a lot of reference materials to ensure that she had the most perfect figure (butt). So the secret mage was very satisfied with the alchemy doll wearing a full set of costumes. After roughly checking her body and saying goodbye to the witch, he opened the portal and returned to Kamataj.

He needs to return the Eye of Ago Motorcycle and ask the alchemy doll to help him put on his armor. In addition, it takes time to start the Legion of Constructs, and Salomon does not want his Constructs to fall off on the battlefield.

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"So, you need me to help you evacuate the crowd, and then..."

"Just evacuate the crowd, son of Cole." Sif interrupted what Agent Colson was about to say, because Thor might agree without hesitation to the conditions, or inappropriate suggestions that this mortal might have put forward. She said, "This is revenge, you cannot take this right from us. Also, I don't think that mortal weapons can do much damage to the dark elves, they are very ancient races, and even survived from Baoer. Son of Cole, if you are going to fight with us, we will welcome it - but don't take all the enemies with pride."

"Ms. Sif, I don't mean that," said Agent Colson. "In fact, we are in the United States now and it will take at least eight hours to arrive in London. I can only notify the local Agents of SHIELD to help you. Also, you are sure that the battle will take place in the UK, so I need to notify the British government..."

Sif once again interrupted Agent Colson without hesitation, "But Kama Taj already knows this, and I don't think it's necessary for the mortal bureaucrats to know it."

Then there was a wave of embarrassing silence and Loki's crazy ridicule.

"Mortal!" He half coughed and half laughed, "Mortals always look down on themselves. When I bring you truth, you dare not admit it. I don't know what kind of black magic you have received before you resurrected. Agent Colson, you are a mortal from beginning to end, and you have no ability to see the facts clearly."

"Shut up, Rocky." Thor slapped his brother's head in annoyed, "Agent Colson, Salomon agreed to help you open a portal. As long as you want, you can lead the team from the United States to come here. Sorry, we don't trust others too much..." He looked into Sif's eyes, and the female warrior shook his head, "...Other agents. You also know that after something like that, Jane was not very happy to contact S.H.E.E.L.D."

"Okay." Colson ignored Loki's "nonsense". He deeply understood the cultural differences between aliens and earthlings - only the Asgardians called medical behavior black magic. He had a deep understanding of his treatment process. Tahiti, that's a magical place...

Agent Colson agreed to Thor's condition, but his hand did not stop.

The moment he realized the person he called, he turned on the direct call channel with Nick Fury - it was not easy, and no one knew where Nick Fury was now and what he was doing. In order to find his immediate boss, Agent Colson spent a lot of effort and tried various contact information (only he could do this, he was the one with the highest authority. Of course, this is his own perception).

Melinda May watched Agent Colson's small movements coldly throughout the whole process.

"We will be ready and will also bring an action team," he said. "If possible, please hand over the phone to Salomon Damonet. I want to ask him to go to the agreed location, because I will bring a plane that can carry the combat squad, so I need a portal that is large enough..."

Melinda May still did not tell Agent Colson what kind of destruction the airbus had experienced at Salomon. Fitz and Simmons of the Science Team quietly yawned, causing the newcomer Skye to stand beside them to be drowsy. Only the conscientious Agent Grant Ward remained energetic and showed the professionalism that Agent S.H.E.L.D.

"Uh...he's not here now." Thor said awkwardly, "I don't know where he went. But his bird is here..." Phoenix protested against Thor's rude description, and he had to change the words, "...I mean, his phoenix is ​​here. Maybe we can let it inform Salomon? Or...Jane, can we try which email? I haven't used it since you registered for me last time...Yes? Son of Cole, good news, Jane said we can contact Salomon by email..."

"Or can you tell me where he is?" Agent Colson only knew that the Temple of London did not know the Temple of New York. "As long as he was in the United States, I could fly to find him."
Chapter completed!