Dark Savages Come To the United States

Chapter 187 The Lion King

"Okay, let's go back first."

Bulkelso's face was not very good-looking, no matter what kind of result it was, it would be a huge trouble for him.

The appearance of Auriel represents that the two worlds are no longer independent of each other. If any passages are created, a huge disaster will begin.

Bulkelso suddenly lost interest in punching sandbags, and his mind was full of thoughts about the relationship between the seven demon kings of hell and the five archangels.

In this world, apart from the death that appeared at the beginning, he has not seen any other existence that can rival the devil king of hell in terms of personality.

This in itself is a dangerous signal.

Even if Bulkelso could defeat the devil king of hell, and even beheaded the seven-in-one great demon god Diablo, he knew very well that if he was alone, those devil kings of hell would have a lot of ways to avoid him.

This world is not the one he is familiar with, the hell devil has countless places to hide.

Even if he came to the door one by one in the end, the pain caused by those hell devil kings was already inevitable.

Even if that death has the personality of Malthael, how can a death who has never experienced a fight be an opponent of the devil king of hell?

The incarnation of rules in this world is not like the archangel and the demon king of hell have been fighting for countless years, and they have never experienced the kind of war comparable to the eternal battle.

In Bulkelso's view, the incarnation of the rules of this world may not have any great effect in fighting the devil of hell.

"Bulkasso, I think..."

"You follow me back to the Holy Mountain, and I will take you to find Lei Kou."

Bulkelso interrupted Matthew, if everything is as he imagined, then cultivating more nephalem is the best choice right now.

Hellboy is panting, as if he is breathing the beauty of the world, but the hot air gushing out of his breath still makes him look hideous.

The stone arm dragged Johnny Blaze staggeringly towards the wreckage of his RV. The hapless driver was protected by Gabriel under the flames that destroyed everything, and now he was lying on the ground with his eyes closed and praying.

...

"So you brought Matthew back?"

Gu Yi looked calm, as if he was talking about an unimportant matter.

But she is well aware of the implications if Bulkelso's fears come true.

After watching the fragments of Bulkelso's memory, she knew exactly what the seven demon kings of hell and the five archangels represented.

"That Odin, I'd better find time to meet him."

Bulkelso looked sternly as he watched Matthew's continuous charges under Lei Ko's men.

"Perhaps it is the best way to let more people become partners. After all, it is impossible for you to bear the affairs of the two worlds alone."

The Eye of Agamotto on Gu Yi's chest exudes a golden light, and it seems that her mood is not as calm as it appears on the surface.

"I don't want a world to become exactly like the one I remember."

Bulkelso stood up and walked towards the Elder Temple.

The Kanai's Box placed inside is exuding a mysterious rhythm, as if explaining something.

Constantine was sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking at the surrounding walls that were silent but reflected the dim firelight.

Although there are ever-burning torches on the walls of the Temple of the Elders, the light of the fire has never been very bright.

A strange place, and a strange group, and a powerful force that can make the demon king he is familiar with fear.

All this can be daunting.

Fear originated from the fear of the unknown. Even though Constantine had sealed up the cowardice in his soul long ago, he still felt that emotion called fear.

With the stamping sound of the combat boots on Bulkelso's feet, he turned his head to look at Bulkaisso.

"What do you want from me?"

Constantine's voice was never serious, and his usual frivolity was gone.

Even his first question could hardly conceal his uneasiness.

"I want to find out the source of that power."

Bulkelso's voice was a little cold, very much like Qualkek's tone of training soldiers.

"If the devil king of hell came to this world, what are you going to do?"

Vorusk's low roar resounded like a lion through the Temple of the Elders.

Although this place will not prevent anyone from entering, generally only Volusk likes to stay here.

He alone sits on the throne of the Immortal King, and that will last until Bul-Kathor takes the honorable title.

"I will take my dual knives and send them back to hell one by one!"

Bulkelso stared at Vorusk with wide-eyed eyes. The seven demon kings of hell are the incarnation of rules, and no matter how powerful the nephalem are, they still cannot destroy the rules.

"Then you plan to become the patron saint of this world? Stop making me laugh!"

Volusk stood up from the throne, exuding a fierce aura, and his golden beard and hair moved without wind, like a lion's mane.

"Then why don't we just wait for those bastards to crush the world!"

Bulkelso's pale hair exploded, and the two now looked like a confrontation between the old and new lion kings before the battle.

Konstantin, who was sitting cross-legged, clung to the ground tightly like a sapling damaged by a hurricane. He almost passed out.

"Look at your white hair! You still haven't got rid of the threat of death, so why should you boast?"

Compared with Bulkasso, who has not yet ascended the throne, Volusk has the spirit of an immortal king.

The tone is arrogant, lazy and torrential.

"Death cannot take away my will!"

"But he can make you look like a dying old man!"

The battle armor belonging to the glory of the immortal king emerged one by one from Bulkelso's body, and there was a sound of metal collision when Bulkelso's body trembled.

And this set of armor also appeared on Volusk's body, and he was also arguing.

"You are not the Immortal King yet."

"But I'm already the strongest!"

Following Bulkelso's declaration, Volusk's aura gradually calmed down.

He couldn't refute Bulkelso's words.

After Bulkelso cut off the head of the Great Demon God, what he said was true.

"If I'm still alive."

"Then you are no longer my opponent."

Bulkasso lowered his head slightly, his eyes fixed on Volusk like an eagle.

"Justice is not on your side this time."

The battle armor on Volusk gradually became transparent, and he stared at Bulkelso with calm eyes.

"Tyrael is justice, but justice is not just Tyrael."