Dark Savages Come To the United States

While the three barbarian ancestors in hell were babbling about their senses about the devil king of hell, their bodies gradually became illusory.

Although they could have continued to be active in the form of entities, the premise was that Bulkelso did not call the ancestors again.

At this time, Bulkasso needed to let them do something, which led to the current situation.

On the other side of the space-time rift, Bulkelso didn't see anything weird, just a huge planet that seemed to be locked, surrounded by densely packed spaceships and pepper pots that were already overgrown with tentacles .

"Time? What does that mean?"

Bulkelso was a little troubled by everything in front of him.

According to his shallow understanding of the rules, the time in this place is not just slowing down or speeding up as those guys said before.

Instead, it was locked in a strange state, like a picture.

Anyway, Bulkelso couldn't figure out what the nature of time was, and the rules were always stingy with lives with incomplete souls.

But as the purpose of Bulkeso's trip, there is still no trace of the hell devil hiding here.

It made him a little messy.

After all, a chasing battle without a trace is more like a headless chicken swaying around.

Destroy everything just to find the shadow of the devil king of hell? That kind of approach is not within the scope of Bulkasso's consideration.

"destroy!"

Not far away, a pepper pot with tentacles made a mechanical sound.

For these guys who have undergone genetic modification, machines are their bodies.

Some golden residual paint can be barely seen between the dense tentacles. This guy's mechanical body stretched out a toilet-like arm, and released a laser at Bulkelso.

The laser also pierced through the monster's dangling tentacles by the way. Judging from the unimpeded attack, the monster seemed to have lost its sanity.

This is a rare thing for Dalek.

No matter how much these guys behave like monsters, they are all intelligent life forms.

Crazy is an emotion that shouldn't exist for them.

Even apart from obeying higher orders, thinking is not very common for the low-level Dalek.

"ha?"

Bulkelso didn't utter a battle cry, but just gave out a strange admiration.

He looked at the laser beam flying past him with a strange expression. If it was an attack, it would have deviated a lot, at least it would not pose the slightest threat.

A guy who can't even hit a target shouldn't be considered a big threat.

Even if the power of that laser beam made Bulkelso a little curious, it was already comparable to the power displayed by the top-level Thrower's attack.

Although it was nothing to Bulkasso, none of the barbarian recruits could withstand such a blow.

He didn't care too much about the monster Bulkelso in front of him, it was just a thing that could be taken care of casually.

Even though he was a little displeased with the iron-box Barr's aura on his body, he had more important things to do now.

"Andariel, tell me who is hiding here? Azmodan or Baal!"

Bulkelso directly asked Andariel, who was sealed in the dark soul stone, in a threatening tone. Although he didn't think he would get a real answer, it didn't take much trouble to ask.

Although that guy acted like a follower of Baal, Baal never did anything like corruption.

Destruction is always straightforward, even if it is calculated, it will not be concealed.

"I don't know, I mean it."

There was also some doubt in Andariel's tone.

She could feel that there was indeed her brother's aura in this place, but it was difficult to distinguish the specific source at this time.

But Andariel would not tell Burkasso exactly how she felt, anyway, whatever she wanted to say was her freedom.

There was nothing Bulkeso could do to shut her up or tell the truth.

"You know, Malsail will definitely come to this world. If you don't want to be killed by that guy, you'd better cooperate with me."

Bulkelso pulled out the mace of Wumei again, smashed the shell of the sloppy Dalek, and then looked at the flesh and blood body that lost its shell and began to expand rapidly, Bulkelso's face was full of rare expressions. Showed a disgusted expression.

Now he can almost be sure who wrote everything here, this way of corruption and transformation is only liked by the evil king.

At least half of the demons with names and surnames came from that guy, siege assault beasts, Kaom, etc., all messed up.

"We will not fail, he has already lost the container that devoured us. As long as you are corrupted, then everything will return to the way it was at the beginning."

Andariel spoke words that were hard to distinguish between true and false.

It's a good thing that Andariel no longer provokes Bulkasso with his noisy voice, but it's also a bad start.

People who communicate with the devil king of hell generally do not end well.

Bulkasso didn't take it seriously.

Malsail can devour the power and part of the origin of the archangels without any effect like Diablo devours his brothers and sisters, then he can swallow the origin of the demon king of hell.

Moreover, when Malthael became "Death", he had already obtained the power of the Seven Demon Kings.

"Azmodan! The guy here is Azmodan!"

Burkasso yelled like a broken thought, and then he used the skill of summoning the ancestors again.

So the figures of the three ancestors in hell disappeared and appeared in this place instead.

It's just that their bodies look a little fragile.

The connection between the holy mountain of Harrogas and the world opposite the space-time rift is somewhat weak, so these ancestors were weakened a lot when they appeared here.

As for Bulkelso, all his strength comes from himself, and naturally he will not be weakened by changes in the environment.

I have to say that being a hero is sometimes more comfortable than being a god incarnated by rules.

At least it won't be weakened by a world without that kind of rules at all.

However, if a rule god can pass on rules that a world does not have, then perhaps more things can be obtained.

Apparently Azmodan in this world now does just that.

The concept of time is always relative.

It's as if someone would question "God created the sun on the fourth day, so what is the time based on the first three days?"

"You actually summoned us, is there anything difficult in this place?"

Maddock waved the weapon in his hand and asked with some strangeness.

"We haven't had time to kill those nasty things. It seems that we don't need to fight around here."

Kerik scanned the surrounding environment, and then smashed the swollen Dalek body with an axe.

"Woo Hoo, it feels good, this guy reminds me of those powerful demons back then."

Kerik roared in surprise as he felt the sensation of splitting the monster's body from his hands.

Dalik's body is actually quite fragile, and it was originally a limp mud-like posture.

But after being transformed by Azmodan, the speed of this kind of biological transformation was a bit exaggerated, but after the emotion of obedience disappeared.

Dalek's meaningless madness prevented these guys from displaying their original formidable strength.

After all, technology is not something that a lunatic can play with. It is a power that requires knowledge and action to build together.

"You want us to help you find the hell devil hiding here?"

Cassius shook his fist and asked, then turned his gaze to the distant planet that looked like a picture.

"Go find it, I always feel that the world here doesn't seem to have such a small space."

Bulkeso frowned and said, the troubles of the matter were beyond imagination.

It ended up being a boring game of hide-and-seek.

"I hope you won't stay here for too long, after all, you are still inseparable from there."

After saying a word, Cassius rushed towards the twisted group of Daleks. Fighting was his favorite thing.

Finding people is just fun after fighting.

While Bulkelso and the three ancestors were looking for the whereabouts of Azmodan, the battle at St. Paul's Cathedral finally changed.

Constantine has determined that only the magic opportunity to attack the soul will be able to break through and solve the Cyberman without any hindrance.

Those guys' understanding of the soul is blank, so they are all freshmen in the course of how to protect the soul.

"Master Supreme, you can prepare, just like you did when you took my soul out of my body. I don't think these guys know how to get my soul back into this tin can"

Constantine thought of a simpler way. He wanted to see what the souls of these cybermen would look like after being transformed.

It's something to look forward to.

Gu Yi glanced at Constantine coldly, then turned around and continued to fight.

Compared with what Constantine thought, she didn't want to try at all.

The action between the soul and the body of the cyberman is completely contrary, and the cry from the soul is enough to make people feel uneasy.

People at different levels will have completely different ideas, as if Odin, who can hear that voice, is just silently sending relief to these miserable people.

Mechanical Ascension is just a joke after all.

The human soul will remain in the body because the body has not completely died, but a completely uncontrolled body and mind will separate the two.

Until the moment when the soul will do nothing but cry.

This again involves a debate, whether the soul controls the body or the body controls the soul.

For a group of top occultists, the soul is the source of all power.

This is something that is difficult for those immersed in technology to understand.

After all, it is a question for them whether the soul exists, and this question will last until they die.

"Get rid of them, Master Ancient One! I can block those guys while you are preparing."

Rorschach roared in a voice that was almost roaring, but his tone was strangely calm.

Just hearing Doctor Who's discussion about the birth of cybermen made it impossible for this agent of justice to ignore him.

Man is born free is not a slogan for Rorschach, he really thinks so.

The manipulated person is weak to him, so he needs to be "rescued".

Although it may seem like the mental journey of a paranoid man, this is the true thought of this existence of Rorschach, and it is also his justice.

"Unfortunately, only at this time will I look forward to the arrival of death."

Gu muttered in a low voice.

The fairness bestowed by death is the best relief for this soul.

Following these words, Gu Yi handed over his battle position in the front row to Rorschach, and silently walked to the back row, still chanting those weird spells.

As the symbol and master of white magic, Visandi has many similar spells.

The most effective of these is to send these souls directly to the realm of death.

The relief couldn't be better for the Cybermen.

And in the kingdom of death at this time, death sitting on the throne watched all this happen without saying a word.

Although she really wanted to make an expression, it was a little embarrassing for others to make an expression on the face of the skeleton.

"I don't want to see that mage destined to live forever again, so my brother, are you sure you want me to go there in person?"

The voice of death rang in Eternal's ears, and Eternal nodded indiscernibly.

A race that exists in a completely different world is also of great help to this world.

The world needs an upgrade! Just start with those souls from other worlds.

There are still 6,400 words left, and I will update a chapter with 7,000 words later.