Dark Savages Come To the United States

"I thought the place where the supreme mage lived would be more... how should I put it? More luxurious?"

Thor's unexpected tone and his eager look made him not very pleasant.

"The supreme mage is just a title and responsibility, it doesn't matter where you live."

Gu Yi still had a flat tone, and speaking of it, this was the first time Bulkelso had come to Gu Yi's residence.

In the past, he would just take the milk from the king and go back, and would not stay longer.

"Is there anything you want to tell me? You can do it now."

There were no emotional fluctuations in Bulkelso's voice, and there was no reason for Gu Yi's slightly abnormal behavior.

Bull Casso can be sure of this.

"It's about Kool. I think Thor probably doesn't know about the prophecy about his future."

Gu Yi sat at the table, slowly poured a cup of tea and talked.

"What prophecy?"

Thor was a little curious.

He didn't know the prophecy that he and Kull would die together.

Odin protects Thor in every possible way, and no god in Asgard will tell Thor about the prophecy of demise.

That's what Odin meant, and they'll just follow.

Bulkelso, on the other hand, squinted at Thor and said nothing.

He never gave a damn about prophecy Bul-Katho, just as he did with Yzreal, the Archangel of Fate.

Fate is just too illusory.

What does a prophecy mean to a savage?

For a future that can be changed, the prediction is the same as if there is no future, and for a future that cannot be changed, it is meaningless to know the prediction.

"Thor, you as Thor will die with Kul, the God of Fear."

There was a smile on Gu Yi's face when he said this.

"You mean Thor and Kool will die together?"

Thor grasped the point, and now he can be called Thor, besides Thor, there is also Tyre who picked up Mjolnir in some way.

No matter how bad it is, there is his brother Hammer.

Thor would die with Kool, but no one was named.

If Zeus is still active, Bao Buqi is referring to the god of the sky.

"Natier wants to fulfill this fate instead of me?"

When he said this, Thor was a little anxious.

He will always wishful thinking that his relatives are kind to him.

It never occurred to Till that he would have other ideas.

"Boom boom boom~"

There was a knock on the door, and the chubby mage King Chris poked his head out from the door.

"Teacher, I think I should be able to master more powerful spells now."

After Wang received the gift from Bulkelso, the energy in his body increased day by day.

At least now he can release spells that he couldn't otherwise release with his own energy alone.

As a mage, Wang has almost reached the high level.

At least compared to the current Rocky, there is not much difference in energy.

"Wang, maybe now is not the right time to talk about this."

Gu Yi looked at the apprentices he trained with deep eyes. Although the eyes were not harsh, it was enough for her disciples.

"It's just that I haven't seen you for a long time, and I didn't dare to inquire about your news when I saw His Excellency Burkasso."

Wang looked a little aggrieved when he spoke.

He will be very good at doing anything according to Gu Yi's request, so he does his best when taking care of the cows.

"I'll take Thor around, and that's probably all you have to say."

Bulkelso directly interrupted Gu Yi's intention to continue to say something.

Few of the barbarians believe in fate. Strictly speaking, only Lecco, who has obtained the light wings of the archangel of fate, believes in fate.

And Lai Ko has always seemed a little withdrawn.

"You should go see that kid Casillas later, he is already a good fighter."

After Bulkelso finished speaking, he directly opened the portal and took Thor out of the mage sanctuary.

He was always a little uncomfortable in this place.

The fluctuation of spells has been radiating from this place. For Bulkelso, it feels like Li Min is staring at him.

Bulkasso and Thor appeared directly in the blacksmith shop, just in time to see Luke and Jessica of you and me.

Thor greeted with a smile.

"Looks like you're done? Those agents are annoying enough."

Luke complained about the distress of looking at the store during this time, and stuffed a piece of fried egg into his mouth.

"Did you fight today? Who did you meet?"

Bulkelso was a little concerned about this matter.

Luke had a slightly weird aura about him.

Although it smelled of fear, it was far from Diablo's smell.

"A few ninjas from the Hand, what's wrong?"

Luke said it directly.

Jessica was thoughtful.

"I went to see a meteor landing, but there was no fighting."

"Well, it looks like that guy named Kool did it."

After Bulkelso asked clearly, he spoke directly, then opened the basement door and went down.

"Come on, I mean you three together."

Bulkelso was going to give these barbarian recruits something so they could fight the good ones.

Who knows why these guys are having a bit of bad luck.

Although not as dark-faced as the unlucky Casillas, the others were not lucky.

Thor and the others didn't ask anything about Bulkelso's request.

It's nothing to ask, there's either something to say or something to give.

Bulkelso never bothered to play any silly games with them.

"Armor or something, I shouldn't have given it to you. Those things are not worth my trouble to prepare."

Bulkelso sat directly on a shelf in the corner, took off a shoulder armor and threw it to Jessica.

"Who knows why you can get nothing in the secret realm, it's very unusual."

Bulkelso said and threw out two wrist guards and threw them to Luke and Thor.

Although it is not a high-quality equipment, it can also provide a good layer of protection.

Bulkelso was very relieved about this.

"I'm not the unlucky kind, at least I got a good weapon."

Thor took out the butcher's cleaver and shook it at Bulkelso, the scream of the butcher's soul above made Bulkelso frown.

It's not that he hates this piece of equipment, but that this piece of equipment appeared from the secret realm of Volusk.

Bul-Kesso was unhappy that Vorusk had polluted his Rift after death.

"That's not a good thing, although it's not bad as a weapon."

Bulkeso stared at Thor with wide eyes, and his dissatisfaction with Vorusk somewhat dissipated on Thor.

"Vorusk's secret realm has changed. Maybe he can still control things in the secret realm, but if he can't control it, I think you will probably die inside."

Bulkeso spoke directly to Thor.

The battles encountered by the first soul after death will not affect the secret realm that symbolizes glory, which was originally the consensus of the barbarians.

But Volusk broke the mold.

The butcher didn't show up when he died, so the legend of the butcher's meat cleaver could not have appeared in his secret realm.

It could only show that there was something Vorusk had been keeping from him.

"Fighting and dying doesn't sound bad, does it? At least I can choose whether I want to enter the secret realm of Volusk or not."

Thor said with a hearty smile. It seemed that all the worries that had arisen from the encounter with Tyr before had vanished.

"The worst possibility is that the secret realm of Volusk will become the same thing as a domain, and then all of you will be involved. At that time, no one can tell what will happen."

Burke Thorn paused for a moment, not knowing whether he should tell the following news or not.

"The most terrible thing is that the reason for Vorusk's death was to challenge death. You may face death itself at that time."

Burkasso did not hesitate for long before stating his conjecture.

Perhaps withholding information would never happen to Bulkelso.

He never lies.

"die?"

Jessica stared at Bulkelso with wide eyes.

"Death will also retreat when it faces you. I don't think this is a matter worthy of your special mention."

Jessica thought of the bony arm that had been on Bulkelso's bedside table while cleaning the smithy.

She had asked Jill, it was the hand bone of death.

"Death and death are also different. Because of Volusk's challenge, death was swallowed by Malthael from the high rules. The death you see is too fragile compared to the inhuman rules themselves."

Bulkeso remembered how he felt when he faced the projection of death in the secret realm of Volusk, and suddenly felt a little dizzy.

An inhumane death is only fair, and the death that has just given birth to a trace of emotion because of Volusk's challenge, the first emotion learned is anger.

That battle resulted in Vorusk's death, and the projections in the Rift didn't show the full extent of the stress Vorusk was under.

Because of this, Bulkasso opened up the secret realm of Volusk.

"Is there a difference in death? But we seem to have no choice in this matter."

Luke shook his head and said, playing with the wristband thrown to him by Bulkasso in his hand.

"I think you should be prepared, honestly, that feeling is worse than when you met Leoric."

Burkasso casually took off a two-handed heavy weapon from the shelf, and gently placed it on the floor.

"What weapons do you want? I can provide a little help, and then use your trophies in exchange."

Bulkeso said casually.

For nephalem, they may eventually embark on the path of tapping their own blood power, but when they are weak, equipment can provide a lot of help.

This is a bit of a growth spurt, but time seems to be unable to allow these recruits to grow slowly.

"The trophy?"

Luke murmured in a low voice, he probably understood what Bulkasso meant.

What's the difference between a "trophy" without a clearly marked price and a free gift?

"What I'm most worried about now is not the loss of control of the Vorusk Secret Realm, but the Kool who defeated my father."

Thor rubbed his chin and said, he never cared much about things like the future.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't act like a fool at his "advanced age" of thousands of years.

Heartlessness is the secret to his youthful attitude.

"I don't care too much about whether I will die or not. I just want to make amends, live a good life, and take everything seriously."

Jessica snuggled into Luke's arms and said with a smile.

The gold coins she got from the secret realm have been exchanged for cash to get rid of Steve and give them to the people she has hurt, although money is not a good compensation for trauma.

But it's better than nothing.

After Jessica planned to marry Luke officially, she would come to apologize to those who had been hurt by her in exchange for their peace of mind.

"I don't have much to worry about, SHIELD will take good care of them."

Luke curled his lips. The family of a street hero is a weakness.

But Steve had assured him, so he didn't have much to worry about.

"Remember to tell Rumlow and them, I won't report the bad news one by one."

Burkasso didn't have anything to say about the statements of the few people, and how they lived was their business.

Bul-Kelso doesn't act like an old-school patriarch demanding that people live his way of life.

It is his habit to inform them and let them choose how to deal with it.

Those who strive for success do not need supervision, and those who are lazy and rascal will not get the best results no matter how skinny they are.

Bulkelso rubbed the weapon in his hand, looking a little tired.

When he was constantly fighting, he didn't have time to worry about spring and autumn, but once he was free, messy thoughts kept popping up like weeds after the rain.

At this time, he couldn't tell whether he was influenced by the demon king of hell.

"You're not going to make it, like Vorusk."

Azmodan said so in Bul-Kathel's mind.

Bringing negativity to Bulkelso is very important to him.

Corrupting a human being is no easy task, especially when the target is someone like Bulkelso.

If Bulkelso can't be freed before he achieves his goal, then he may have to die in a real sense.

This is an unacceptable result for these hell devil kings.

"Shut up, Azmodan! You better be as quiet as Andariel! Whether it's Malthael or your brothers, they definitely have the same idea."

Bulkeso said angrily.

Now he's getting used to the voice that suddenly popped up in his head.

Just like he said.

Marthael, who wants to become the God of Creation, will never let the Archangel and the Demon King of Hell go.

And the devil king of hell wants to gain the power to face Malthael, so devouring each other to become the great demon god is the clearest way.

"It seems that we can move freely now? I plan to go to Loki, please send me to the Supreme Mage again. As for the danger, I will survive."

Thor took the equipment thrown to him by Bulkelso and looked at it carefully.

Although Thor is not a blacksmith, he still knows a lot about weapons and equipment.

"Either find a way by yourself, or wait for Gu Yi to find you. She was looking for you in the first place, but you haven't made up your mind yet."

Bulkeso answered Thor angrily.

That's not good news at all.

In Thor's heart, perhaps his relatives are above justice, which is a dangerous signal.

Doing the right thing is always tough, and right now Thor doesn't seem ready.

"Let's all go! Luke, you can take a vacation! Come back to work in a week!"

Bulkeso's tone was a little out of control.

Thor thought for a while and didn't know where he should go, so he put his hands in front of him as if kneading a piece of dough and started to release the return magic he had learned not long ago.

It takes a lot of effort to pull out a portal in the air like Bulkelso did.

After Luke took Jessica and bowed slightly, he left the basement directly and walked towards the home they shared.

The issue of accommodation is not a problem for them who are needed by S.H.I.E.L.D.

After everyone left, Jill walked over slowly.

"Uncle, you seem very unhappy."

Jill's voice was very careful, and when the subject of death was mentioned, he was already nearby.

Bulkelso didn't respond to Jill's question.

Although he would not be perfunctory with the reason that "Jill is a child and doesn't need to know so much", the problem he is facing is not something that some comfort can help.

"Let's go, go to rest. I will speed up your training, I hope you still want to become a strong fighter."

Bulkelso was talking to Jill.

Now Jill basically has no chance to choose to live as an ordinary person.

Frank the Agent of Death, a title that sounds more prestigious than the Punisher, but it also means that Frank's life has become the palm of the coming death.

As Jill, who has gained life from the hands of death, an ordinary life is impossible, and those guys will force this child to take an extraordinary path.

Fortunately, Bull Kaisuo was able to give this child a chance to become stronger.

...

"Sorry, my brother didn't keep that soul. He doesn't seem to have kept anyone else's soul."

Death spoke to Leoric with deep apologies.

Death was sad for not being able to help Leoric.

"What's the point of apologizing? I threatened you to do this. Why are you apologizing?"

Leoric said with some dissatisfaction, the white hair on his head fell quietly on both sides of his head.

"It's just that I hope to be able to help you."

The tone of death is like that of a lost girl, it is no longer mysterious, nor does it have the sense of oppression brought by the power of death.

"You want to help me? You don't even know my name! How inexplicable!"

Leoric was a little grumpy.

He's not good at dealing with situations like this.

The virtuous king of Candulas is a person who cares about his family. In his mind, his family may be far more important than his own country.

Leoric felt a little inexplicable about Death's unreasonable gesture of favor.

There is also some strong anxiety in it.

"I just... I mean no harm."

Death is a little ashamed to express his feelings, this kind of behavior is something that every lick will do.

Believe that everything you do will eventually be seen, you will be needed, and your efforts will be rewarded accordingly.

But it is a pity that the touch and pity it brings are the feelings farthest from love.

No one loves a person whom he feels sorry for, nor does he choose to love because of the poor person.

"Okay, if you really want to help me, just keep a distance from me, that's good for you and me!"

Leoric said bluntly.

Although he didn't react to the death's performance at first, it was quite obvious.

Although Leoric was already a skeleton, he had no intention of spending eternity with another skeleton.

Besides, he loves his family very much.

"Please don't leave!"

The voice of death is very humble. If Thanos heard such a voice, I'm afraid he would forget all his ambitions and accompany death.

"Enough, are you really dead!?"

Leoric finally couldn't bear the obsession of death.

While it's nice to be liked, death isn't normal anymore.

Especially the name Death always reminded him of Malthael...

"Dear death, I have brought you countless living souls... who are you!"

Thanos' voice suddenly sounded.

He carried out an indiscriminate massacre on a planet according to his own understanding of the balance of life.

Killed ordinary life, and then brought these souls to the kingdom of death.

The power to travel to and from the kingdom of death is the least of death's bestowals on its suitors, but it gave Thanos the wrong signal.

He thought he was different.

While he's certainly different, Death does that when she treats people she doesn't dislike.

The rules of life and death are nothing to death, it is just a toy that can be played with at will.

"Which one are you?"

Leoric took up the wrath of the Skeleton King, and aimed his empty eye sockets at Thanos.

From Thanos' body, he felt the loss of countless lives and strong ambitions.

"I am Thanos, death's most loyal servant! You can call me Thanos!"

"Cut, just look at the door and bark! How dare you appear in front of me in a warm life form!"

Leoric was a bit dissatisfied with Thanos.

"Thanos, Immortal, you can go!"

Death keenly felt Leoric's dissatisfaction, and threw Thanos out of his country with a wave of his bone hand.

By the way, he took back Thanos' power to deal with life and death.

"You just learned how to get along with others from him?"

Leoric felt a little headache.

Death nodded slightly. A round head looks cute...

"Enough is enough, me! Leoric! Skeletron of Candulas! Desecration of life!"

Leoric put the Mad Monarch scepter in his hand directly on the ground and introduced himself.

"Okay, I'll come over again, but now I'm leaving."

He didn't find the soul of Craig's lover, so he had to make up for the hapless boy in another way.

The Skeleton King's body directly turned into an illusory soul form, and disappeared into the kingdom of death after a flicker.

In a blink of an eye, he returned to the holy mountain of Harrogas, took off his crown, and threw it directly to Volusk.

"Well, I remember that this crown is a treasure to the nephalem, and I trade it for all the expenses of that boy's long life."

Leoric spoke bluntly, and his hair, which had lost the restraint of the crown, began to sway in the wind.

"It doesn't seem to be going well?"

There was an inexplicable smile on Vorsk's face on Leoric's crown.

"Damn it, there is such a thing as the origin of the world losing its soul. This death is far worse than Malthael's."

"Death shouldn't care about this. Death is death, the end of life."

Vorusk said as if he remembered something, his tone was a bit sad.

"You bastard tried to transform yourself into an existence like me, but didn't you still fail? Your corpse is gone, and you want to become the Skeleton King, you are simply whimsical."

Leoric laughed directly at Vorusk.

At that time, Volusk descended in front of the Skeleton King with the help of the ancestor summoning used by Bulkelso.

That was not the first time he had dealt with Leoric. Before that, because of his lack of body, his attempts had only failed.

With the help of the summoning skills of the ancestors, Vorusk tried to use the body constructed by anger to understand the way of Skeletron's existence, and then transformed himself into a blasphemy of life, and then challenged death again.

Of course, his plan was to act after Bulkelso saw the Skeleton King for the first time, but he didn't expect Leoric to awaken his consciousness for a short time, which also made his plan come to nothing.

Leoric chose to suppress the madness in his skeletal body, and was directly crushed by Bulkelso to all the bones in the battle.

This freed his soul from endless madness.

It was also at that time that Bulkelso embedded the dark soul stone in his head.

"Okay, what are you going to do now? Let a person who will not die get money from the barbarians, and then live a better life?"

Vorusk played with Leoric's crown in his hand, then looked up at Leoric himself.

"This crown is worth enough, don't expect more from me. I don't trust you, Vorusk! You are not Bulkelso, you will lie."

Leoric spoke loudly, earning a hearty laugh from Vorusk.

"Yeah, I'd lie! But you don't think Bulkelso can? If he didn't have half his soul, he might be more treacherous and cunning than you think!"

Volusk laughed heartily as he spoke.

"Okay, are you going to exchange this? I think he might not agree to this."

Volusk glanced at Craig who had just stood up and said.

Craig had listened to the conversation between Leoric and Volusk without missing a single point, and he already knew something about his situation.

He understands that there is no possibility of goodbye between himself and his lover, and he also understands that he can become strong.

Even if he chooses to do nothing now, he can still get the promise of having nothing to worry about for the rest of his life.

"I want power!"

Craig loudly or.

"Did you hear Leoric! He said he wanted power!"

Volusk laughed even more wildly!

As the second-generation Immortal King, even the Demon King of Hell had to bow his knees in front of him during his existence.

All enemies of the mighty Vorusk had no choice but to scatter like frightened rats when confronted with him.

The reason why Volusk has become so powerful is not a sense of responsibility and justice, but simply wanting to gain power!

In order to gain strength, he recklessly chose to challenge death, which made the barbarians endure the most difficult years.

When he really understood the responsibility and responsibility, it was after he died, after watching the barbarians turn from prosperity to decline as a soul!

It is for this reason that Vorusk, the Immortal King, has been silent for many years on the holy mountain.

The other ancestors respected him, but Vorusk fell silent when he realized what it was to be a king.

In other words, he is autistic.

"I want power too, but are you going to laugh like crazy when I say that?"

Leoric's words were not very polite.

He had trouble understanding Vorusk's laugh.

No one on the Holy Mountain knew Vorusk very well except Bulkesso.

Even his secret realm is a secret to others.

"Of course I laugh too, louder than anyone else!"

Volusk put away his smile and said to Skeleton King.

"Because I have always wanted power, unstoppable power, the power to ignore life and death! I want the power to crush all the unpleasant things I see!

So tell me, Leoric!

Make you lose your current strength, as the virtuous king of Candulas, will you accept your own death! ? "

Vorusk grabbed Craig's shoulder and yelled at Leoric.

Leoric fell silent.

Choose power or choose to die as a human?

If there is no hatred, he may still have a choice.

But now he has no choice, he must become the Skeleton King in order to let his son and granddaughter rest in peace!

Don't have the power to take revenge on Diablo?

Did Diablo die of laughter with a single mouthful of wailing?

Only Skeletron has such power, and only a crazy Leoric can defy fear!

Leoric needs power too.

"What power are you going to give him? His body cannot accept the blood of a barbarian."

Leoric brought the topic back to Craig.

One of the most poignant questions was raised.

It is impossible for the supreme human being to absorb the power of the barbarian's obviously biased blood.

"Remember what you were going to do in the first place?"

Vorusk said to Leoric with a strange expression, and grabbed Craig in front of him.

"Now there won't be a Bulkelso stopping you, you can give him the memory of the monk."

Leoric silently raised his Skeleton King's Wrath.

The two-handed hammer was ferocious and terrifying, but it didn't have any legendary power.

The reason why Skeleton King's Wrath will scare both humans and demons is simply because it is in Leoric's hands.

And Leoric has only two legendary powers.

Skeletron Pauldrons.

Possesses the power to refuse death.

Similar to the nerve of steel in the barbarian talent, let people dance with death and spit at death.

Leoric's crown.

Let the gems embedded in it provide bonuses with double amplification.

Whether it's reducing energy consumption or better gaining experience from combat, or even reducing body stiffness after releasing skills. Leoric's crown can do it.

Just make the right choices.

The power of Skeleton King is beyond doubt.

The ferocious giant hammer fell towards Craig's head with a strong wind full of corpse odor.

Volusk firmly held down Craig's shoulder, not letting the kid collapse under this deterrent.

If you want to get something from the Skeleton King, you have to take some risks.

Leoric's attack is to attach his own soul and being to the weapon as energy.

It is precisely because of the existence of this power that Bulkelso's soul is divided.

Correspondingly, he can also send some of his own memory fragments into other people's heads.

It's just that he will also lose this memory.

Regarding the cultivation method of the monk, this is what he got from a monk when he woke up after meeting Bulkelso.

Kharazim wanted to put the Skeleton King to a complete rest, so he came to the tomb below.

After observing the surrounding environment, he seemed to realize what happened in this place.

So this old monk shared some of his memories with Skeleton King.

Monks, a mysterious group like mages, also have some weird abilities.

"Now, accept my gift! Then retrieve your memory from my influence!"

Leoric roared loudly and finally, the two-handed hammer in his hand smashed Craig's head to pieces.

But for no harm to the soul, the soul of the Supreme Man saw Leoric and Vorusk in a different light.

A chaotic soul that seems to dissipate at any time, that is Leoric's.

He is existence itself, so whether it exists or not does not require the approval of others.

In Craig's eyes, Volusk was emitting intense flames all over his body.

Just looking at it, Craig felt the emotion of anger.

A cowardly person cannot control anger.

...

Earth-shaking changes are taking place in hell right now.

Hela, who was rescued from the underworld by Mephisto, was sitting on the round table eating without grace.

During the days when she was locked up, she couldn't find any food to satisfy her appetite.

What food does she like to be called "the Goddess of Death"? She loves the bitterness left in the soul of a pain and torment.

Hela feeds on souls.

Those ingested souls would then merge into her body as pure energy.

And the soul will not be dissipated, but will appear in hell or heaven in a flat manner.

A soul that has been absorbed once will fade and become tasteless, but it is just right as the currency of the demons in hell.

"Who is that?"

Satanis asked Hela in front of him.

He was genuinely afraid of the Hell Demon Lord who had completely captured the existence of the Hell Lord Mephisto.

Especially that guy still called himself Mephisto, which made Satanis feel intensely uneasy.

Originally, there existed Nightmare, Mephisto, Prince Lucifer, him, Dormammu, these resident hell lords in hell.

But since the fall of Dormammu, everything has become troublesome.

Except for Zatanos who is still in the world, only Saitorak, who no one dares to provoke, can be regarded as the backing of hell.

As for him, Satanis, he is just a poor little dryad.

Facing the nightmare of being a new person after being reborn, he even had to be careful when speaking.

That dangerous aura made him feel that he was severely injured after being violently beaten by three barbarians.

"Mephisto, that is Mephisto."

Hella said a little bored.

She who is staying in hell now just wants to go back to Asgard and overthrow Odin, that old stubbornness, but she can't do it.

The passage between hell and the world has been locked, and now she can only stay in hell in a daze, eat and then continue to be in a daze.

Besides that, there was nothing else she could do.

"You are lying to me, I know Mephisto, I have been with him for many years, probably longer than you have been the Lord of Hell."

Satanis whispered to Hela, he still couldn't believe it.

"Is there something wrong with my name being Mephisto? Or do you have something special about the name?"

Mephisto appeared in front of Satanis in a floating posture, and the strong hatred made Satanis, the hell lord, feel very sick.

"Mephisto, this is boring."

Barr, who was in the shape of a nightmare, said a little irritable.

"If you don't like that kid, just give him to me. I just want to recover my strength quickly. Looking at this endless and boring scenery, I can't wait to destroy it!"

Barr was as grumpy as ever.

Now that the world and hell are blocked, as long as they don't plan to face Bulkelso directly, they can only maintain their current state.

Still have enough negativity in hell for them to regain their strength.

But now they care about more than just a little bit of things.

Compared to Bulkasso who can only seal them, Malthael who tried to devour them is more terrifying.

Baal and Mephisto are not the source of Diablo's fear.

They knew very well what their power would look like when facing Malthael.

The rules of hate and destruction have nothing to do with Malthael who is already half a creator god.

Among them, the existence that can have a chance of victory, except for Diablo, who represents ubiquitous fear, is only the ratio that confuses the real and the fake.

Although Bilie is easier to control, but Bilie is too weak.

Even if an existence who has no ambitions for power has a rule that can be widely applied, he is still a weak chicken.

The power of others belongs to others after all, no matter how many thugs are bewitched, it is meaningless when facing the enemy directly.

Relatively sober, the two devil kings of hell are carefully thinking about how to get in touch with Diablo.

The youngest of the three demon gods is the most dangerous one, which both Mephisto and Barr admit.

After all, the person closest to ending the eternal war is Diablo.

But now they can only lick their wounds in hell where there is nothing but blood red.

This situation hurt the self-esteem of the devil king of hell. And they almost cut off contact with people.

So Baal and Mephisto started plotting.