Dark Savages Come To the United States

After another two days, nothing major happened during these few days.

If Tony's breakthrough in research is considered a major event, then it probably counts as one.

"So you're going to find someone to try your new toy on?"

Rumlow looked at Tony in front of him with a dissatisfied expression.

Today is a rare good weather, and Rumlow plans to go to the holy mountain to challenge the secret place.

He went back yesterday, but unfortunately he didn't achieve his goal.

When he found Tariq, that guy rejected Rumlow's request to enter the secret realm with an unhappy face.

The certificate of shame in Tariq's hand has also become a little different, which makes Rumlow a little concerned.

But no matter who I asked, I couldn't get a clear answer. It seemed that all the ancestors were reluctant to mention this matter.

"You are the strongest opponent I can find, of course I mean the opponent I can fight."

Tony said lightly, wearing a brand new bracelet on his hand.

He deliberately waved his hands in front of Rumlow, as if to show off.

"I remember that our relationship doesn't seem to be that good. If you want to fight, go to Luke or Matthew. No matter how bad you are, you can go to Rorschach. I think you should have mastered the whereabouts of all of us. "

Rumlow seemed a little careless, and he had already completed a temptation in his words.

In this era of mobile phones everywhere, what a scientist can do may be beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Besides, the artificial intelligence butler called "Jarvis" is already on the surface.

"I'm not going to interrupt Luke and Jessica's date, today is when that show starts."

Tony twitched his mustache comically, and he sponsored Luke's two tickets to Broadway shows.

In exchange for this, Luke will help him once later.

Of course, Tony has prepared a lot of things, and he can exchange a lot of interesting things from Luke.

Such as the toys forged by Bulkelso in his laboratory.

This is something that Luke can do as a shop assistant. At least when selling things to others, Luke can instinctively feel which piece of equipment is of higher quality.

To this end, Tony bought a Ripper's sickle as a gift for Luke.

Luke wouldn't use this as a threat to be so despicable, and he wouldn't do any tricks like enriching his own pockets.

This was a normal business transaction, and he put the money he earned in Bulkelso's drawer without touching a dime.

"You bought him with this? I don't think Luke and Jessica can understand the show that the big guys like. Of course I can't understand it."

Rumlow felt a little annoyed.

He felt a little strange recently, as if his brain was trembling, and he always wanted to sleep.

Generally, when he feels this way, there is definitely something bad waiting for him.

The last time he was beaten by Maddock on the floor, even after drinking the potion, he still couldn't recover.

He had some doubts about whether pain counted as injury.

"Okay, don't talk about these useless things, I don't have much to give you here, and I don't think you want to look materialistic."

Tony was a little slow to speak afterwards, and he couldn't remember what to use as a reward for Rumlow for a while.

"Why don't I give you cash? I heard that you are making money constantly to make atonement. I think I can still help you in this regard."

"Do you think I look like a desperate person? If you have the heart, you can do charity by yourself. I'm not in the mood to fight with you."

Rumlow refused Tony's request, and he went straight to his bedroom to get a good night's sleep.

He doesn't plan to go out today.

"I can help you become stronger, at least the combat power that technology can provide is not what Bulkelso and the others can do."

Tony finally said something interesting.

Perhaps what Rumlow still cares about now is how to become stronger.

Although he is now confident that he can easily solve the troubles that could not be solved before, he is still a little uneasy when facing Hydra.

Because it was so familiar, it made him worry all the time.

"You mean the metal armor on your body? Don't make trouble, I can easily smash those metal toys."

Rumlow said so, but his eyes were fixed on Tony.

It seemed that he wanted to hear something different from Tony's mouth.

"I am Iron Man, this metal armor is me, no one can separate us, don't even think about it. But I can give you some interesting gadgets.

You don't plan to kill the enemy every time you fight, do you? I think you need something less lethal and stealthy. "

Tony took the hand with the bracelet and put it lightly on Rumlow's shoulder.

A burst of electricity that was enough to make ordinary people lose consciousness instantly swept through Rumlow's body.

"That's it? Then I might as well get a Taser."

Rumlow stroked his hair casually, the feeling of being electrified all over his body was a little uncomfortable, and his scalp was a little numb.

The electricity Tony uses doesn't make sense to Rumlow.

Really, this level of current may be better achieved by a Taser gun, and that thing is not difficult for Rumlow to get even if it is the type that does not have a small note in the bullet.

"You have to know that the precious thing is not the electric current, but that I used the electric current without damage. This is something that even Tesla can't do."

Tony let go of the hand on Rumlow's shoulder, and shook it in front of Rumlow.

It didn't look like it was protected at all.

"I don't think people like you can ignore the damage of electric current, right? It's just a matter of strength, and I can let you use electric current in battle, so that your opponent will definitely have tense muscles and cause movement to be out of shape. Isn't this a useful invention?"

Tony said with a little complacency.

This bracelet is the technology he has fully mastered in the cyberman's body.

A new way of using energy, and complete control over this energy.

The body of the cyberman is conductive, but when using this electric current, it will not harm the brain that is still human.

This is due to that completely different way of manipulating energy.

"I don't think it's useful. I'm going to bed. Remember to close the door for me when you leave."

Rumlow left the living room without interest, and went to the bedroom to sleep silently.

Tony's invention is indeed useful. As a powerful race on the technological side, the technology of the Cybermen has long surpassed ordinary civilization.

But the use of electricity is not the strongest point of Cyberman.

The power of Cyberman lies in unlimited upgrades!

With a smile on his face, Tony left Rumlow's house silently.

He has achieved his goal, Jarvis recorded Rumlow's reaction to the electric current, and his next goal is to upgrade his armor.

The brains of cybermen only maintain the concepts of "human" and "race", and what really dominates them is their ever-upgrading intelligence!

And Tony has successfully extracted the most original template. Although it is still very weak, as he has experienced more things, it is only a matter of time before he becomes strong.

"Jarvis, help me collect how many people Rumlow has to pay off the debts, and how many jobs the Stark Group can provide. Then send an invitation to those poor people who are still alive but have no jobs."

Tony pressed the headset and spoke.

It is true that giving cash directly is meaningless to Rumlow.

Those who have been hurt need a chance to live again, and that's Tony's reward for Rumlow.

"By the way, we're going to see a show on Broadway tonight, and I don't think Luke would mind helping Jessica pay for some of her sins."

Tony walked out of Rumlow's apartment with somewhat triumphant steps, and then flew into the sky.

There were people who looked at his flying figure and exclaimed.

A strong first step, of course, is to start with acquaintances.

Although the "anti-barbarian armor" was already in the process of development, he still didn't have much confidence in it.

...

"Matthew, who are you going to find now?"

Angel sat on the sofa in Matthew's office and talked very casually. The lady's cigarette that was burning in his hand made the not-so-ventilated office a bit choking.

"I don't know, whether it's Luke or Rumlow, I believe they will not be Jinbin's opponents. The only ones who can help us now are Rorschach and Thor."

Matthew's tone hesitated.

In the past time, he has been thinking about who to ask for help.

According to his experience, Rumlow and Luke couldn't play much role in the battle with Jin Bin.

And he didn't dare to bother Bulkasso. This feeling was like a child who got into trouble and dared not tell his parents, although he knew very well that this right thing would get the help of his parents.

It's just that he felt that Bulkelso might not intervene at all.

It can only be said that people with delicate thoughts are somewhat hypocritical.

"Then why don't you go to them?"

Angel spoke lazily, and moved his whole body backwards, completely sinking himself into that somewhat cheap sofa.

"I can't find them. If I want to teleport to each other, I need the battle flag as a medium. It's just that I haven't qualified for the battle flag yet."

The people around each other that the Nephalem want to convey need battle flags as a guide, and each battle flag is the beginning of a legend.

Currently, only Rorschach is on the verge of qualifying for the battle flag, but there is no battle flag after all.

"So we just do nothing?"

Angel closed his eyes, and moved a little further into the sofa.

Apparently the cheap sofa made her uncomfortable.

"I'm thinking that Spider-Man's injury may take some time to recover, and we still have time before that. Kim doesn't seem to be looking for us at all. I don't know what he's doing recently."

Matthew's voice was full of worry.

And the Jin Bin he was worried about is now constantly showing his face in front of the leaders of the underground forces, constantly trying to make these people produce high-quality fear.

Jin Bing didn't have much clue about this matter, so he could only keep trying, like a pervert.

It might be more appropriate for Odin to do this kind of thing, after all, he has a face that can eat people.

And Jin Bin doesn't seem to have any talent in this matter, he didn't need to bring fear to others at all.

When creating fear changed from a means to an end, the underworld emperor didn't know what to do for a while.

"It looks like today is another day of doing nothing, and I think it seems to be okay if it goes on like this. But don't you have that magic medicine bottle? Why don't you use it for Spider-Man?"

Angel's voice suddenly became lazy.

Matthew and Spider-Man were terrified of Kim, but Angel felt nothing.

After seeing Satan being pinched like a mallet and Mephisto being deceived like a fool, she felt that there was nothing to fear.

The less one knows, the happier one is. This is simply the truth.

At least migrant workers won't worry about the bond crisis, unless the migrant worker is forced to work for a living because of being locked up in finance.

Angel is a bit like a salted fish now.

"That is a treasure, enough to make an upright person have evil thoughts. I can't take the risk, and I don't know him well. What's more, he is not so far that he will die if he doesn't use the medicine bottle.

The most suspicious thing now is that Jin is not looking for trouble at all, which is very unusual. "

Matthew was still thinking about it, he couldn't figure out what Jin Bin was planning.

After really feeling the suffocating fear, Matthew couldn't calm down.

"How about we call the supernatural event expert? He disappeared after I threw him on the road last time, just to see if he is dead."

Angel took a deep puff of the cigarette, and the way she looked made one have to worry about her longevity.

The gesture that seemed to be sucking everything into his lungs looked a little awkward, and even his expression became a little ferocious.

She just mentioned the matter of the medicine bottle casually, but she didn't really want to ask more questions.

"Konstantin? What can he do? He's just an ordinary mage, and he might not even be able to speak in front of Jin Bin."

Matthew suddenly remembered the way Constantine hugged his stomach and talked flirtatiously, and couldn't help frowning.

He did not have much affection for Constantine.

"At least that guy won't be afraid, and he won't be able to think calmly in front of him."

Angel opened her eyes suddenly and said to Matthew, she wanted to remind Matthew that he was not in a normal state.

"Maybe we need this 'professional' person."

Matthew covered his face in pain and leaned against the back of the hard chair.

It wasn't that he didn't have the money to buy a sofa for himself, but that he didn't want to show himself too relaxed when facing those poor people.

"By the way, do you have his contact information?"

Angel asked, she gave Constantine's business card to Spider-Man, and now there is no way to contact that guy.

"Obviously not."

Matthew said weakly.

But he didn't have to worry about it.

Because Constantine has already appeared in New York, and is now negotiating with Spider-Man about charging.

"Okay, Spider-Man! Let's each take a step back. I'll only ask for five thousand dollars! You can't make me lose money on airfare."

Constantine said in an indifferent tone, just looking at his expression that he attaches great importance to the tariff issue.

He has not received a job for a long time after Hell closed his communication with the human world.

Only when he can only eat cheap cup noodles will he realize how cute those demons are.

So he did not hesitate to borrow a sum of money to buy a plane ticket to solve the problems he encountered.

"You know, he's a vigilante, and he doesn't have that much money.\

,"Spider-Man said in a somewhat muffled voice.

His hood was taken to be washed, and the strong bloody smell on it could not even be tolerated by himself, so he had to put on a hood that would be directly questioned by the police, and then put on a Spiderman mask and appeared in Kang in front of Standing.

"Damn it, so I can't even afford a plane ticket back? Then why didn't you tell me on the phone that you are a poor ghost."

Constantine spoke a little irritablely, waving a cigarette in his hand indiscriminately.

"You know I don't have money to eat, let alone cigarettes! I don't want to be locked in a dark room and wait for your police to send me back!

Rather, the creditors I met after being sent back gave me even more headaches! "

Constantine became completely irritable.

"I just heard that you are a professional and wanted to consult. You came here after you asked the address without thinking. I didn't even have time to clarify the question at that time."

Peter Parker has a headache.

He hasn't been having a great time lately.

Because of his injury, he didn't have time to find a place to "take selfies", so the income from the Bugle Daily was gone.

As a non-staff reporter, he relies on selling news for a living. Even walking normally is a bit difficult after the injury.

"Okay, okay, why don't you let me, a professional who came to help, work hungry, and you should have the money for my lunch?"

Constantine spoke impatiently.

His stomach was already complaining to him, the rumbling stomach rumbling that kept reminding him it was time to eat.

"I know a good pizza place, I'll call him right now."

Spider-Man took out a very old mobile phone and dialed it very skillfully.

"Hello, two nine-inch pizzas, please deliver them as soon as possible, and I will text you the address."

Spiderman's series of movements are very smooth, which shows that this is really a shop he always patronizes. It didn't even let the boss on the opposite side speak in time. Perhaps he was a little wary of Constantine and didn't want to have the slightest chance of revealing his identity.

He quickly put down the phone, chose the text message he sent last time, and clicked resend.

It wasn't long before his other phone rang. Carrying two phones is a small habit of his, after all he has a not-so-visible identity.

"Peter Parker! You are absent from work today! Do you still want this job as a food delivery boy!

Immediately now! Get your lazybones moving! Come to the pizzeria immediately, within thirty minutes you will deliver this pizza to the customers! "

All right……

Spider-Man's cell phone is also cheap, the type that makes any sound loud.

"Huh? Peter Parker?"

Constantine said with a weird smile.

"Don't look at me like that, I didn't intend to use your identity to threaten you, besides, didn't you ask for my help?"

Constantine waved his hand, trying his best to dispel Spider-Man's hostility.

Of course, Spider-Man would not answer the phone so rashly, this was Constantine's trick.

Although this guy is a hero in general, he has never been particular about his style of acting.

"Okay, I didn't expect Spider-Man to need a job as a delivery man. How did you deliver food? Did you use spider silk to fly around from the top of the building?"

Constantine sat directly on the only bed in Spiderman's hut, and he fell down and lay down unceremoniously.

"Then I'll wait for you to deliver our pizza. I think the takeaway delivered by Spider-Man may taste a little unusual?"

Constantine closed his eyes directly, and stopped talking nonsense with Peter Parker.

Now he is the leader. After knowing the identity of Spider-Man, he can ask Spider-Man to do many things for him.

And you don't have to worry about the other party killing people, there is no better tool than this.

Even the big demons in hell with great power are no match for a superhero thug.

Safe, reliable, and brave to sacrifice.

There is no better teammate.

If there is a chance to connect with the devil again, then he will definitely take Spider-Man to solve those problems.

After all, Spider-Man is a hero and doesn't need a salary at all.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're annoying?"

Peter Parker stared at Constantine lying on his bed with wide eyes, and took a few steps forward.

"What, what are you going to do with me in your little bed? I don't care, but just say yes, I'll be on top. Remember to pay me when you're done."

Constantine didn't even open his eyes, the series of words made the simple Peter Parker's forehead throb with veins.

"You better be as professional as you say!"

Peter Parker slammed the door and left.

By the way, he hung Constantine's business card on the wall with spider silk, which was considered an innocuous threat.

After Spider-Man left, Constantine opened his eyes, looked at the business card shaking with the spider silk, and smiled.

"I almost forgot, you still owe me a bus ticket, Angel."

Constantine suddenly felt that he had found a meal ticket for this period of time. Angel left him on the road and caused him a lot of trouble. A few meals are not too much, right?

But he didn't remember that he had cheated Angel's strength at all, or he remembered, but he didn't care much.

After all, the farther away from that dangerous world, the safer.

After all, the more ignorant you are, the happier you are.

Constantine felt that he seemed to have done Angel a great favor, after all, the church was never a good place.

This was very clear from the time they sold the Atonement Scrolls.

"Of course I am a professional, but this matter may not be a problem that our two lives can solve.

Let me see, what did that prophecy say?

Will Thor and Orochi die together? Where would this prophecy go if Kool hadn't turned into a serpent? "

Constantine muttered quietly.

After Spider-Man described Kim's markings to him on the phone, the well-known psychic understood what Kim had become.

Venerable Sky Hammer is not a secret to him.

Constantine knew many, many secrets, but he rarely shared them.

Knowledge is the most powerful strength of a mage, but knowledge can sometimes seem a little weak.

After all, most of the things he knew were not very decent spells.

Constantine is a wild mage. He doesn't know any powerful attack spells, so he has to test back and forth on the edge of danger.

After the incident in London, he had already tried to learn the magic of the Supreme Master's line.

But unfortunately he never got the point.

Perhaps it was the forcibly completed soul that caused some deviation in his connection with "self".

Even though he tried to split his soul again, he couldn't get rid of that power from his body.

The power that comes from Angel is called a blessing, but it is more like a curse.

Foreign things are not very safe most of the time, and Constantine knows this very well.

...

"Okay, you still have a lot of time to spend together, at least I won't let you brothers separate again soon."

Ancient One looked at Thor and Loki who were slightly hostile to her in the sanctuary and said.

"The rebuilding of Asgard has started with the help of S.H.I.E.L.D. Obviously those guys don't care about dignity or anything like that.

It has to be said that many times they do a good job on the human standpoint. "

Those Asgardians who were in trouble have settled down with the help of S.H.I.E.L.D. It has to be said that Tyre restrained himself a little after meeting Gu Yi and Thor.

At least there is no longer any attempt to use sheer fear to dominate humans in their service.

Perhaps under the threat of Gu Yi, he chose to develop slowly.

The remaining 10,000 people in Asgard are his Fear Farm. First let the leeks in his field thrive, and then slowly think about how to expand the farmland.

After all, Diablo is not as impatient as the original Kur, and some time is not worth caring about for him.

Or the Dreadlord would love to show up after gaining power beyond Bulkasso.

"Then I would venture to ask, what do you think of the Asgardians?"

Loki spoke frankly, but obviously he had his own thoughts.

Loki, known as the god of pranks, obviously won't put everything on his face, which means that Thor can successfully affect his IQ.

You must know that it is impossible for a person with a low IQ to reach the depths of the mage's path. Loki will only be forced to lower his intelligence when facing his brother who has been with him for thousands of years...

"I don't care about one more country on the earth. I am not the guardian of a certain country or a certain side."

Gu Yi saw what Loki meant and said so.

What Loki wants to ask is not whether Asgard can exist on Earth, but what the ancient one thinks about the alternation of Asgard's throne.

And Gu Yi gave his own answer, that is, "Your own affairs have nothing to do with me, what do you like?"

"Loki, the Supreme Mage will not be involved in too many things. Asgard will continue on Earth. I believe our brother, Tyr, can do all of this."

Thor looked at his brother, speaking very sincerely.

But his words made Loki want to slap him.

Loki still remembers what he and Thor said before, he will do anything to let Thor sit on the throne of Asgard.

But the bastard handed Mjolnir to Tyr in an instant.

"Can Tyr afford your Mjolnir?"

Loki asked while suppressing the twitching of the corner of his mouth.

Thor recalled the scene when he met Tyr:

"Father seems to have given Tire the strength to lift Mjörnir, at least when I saw him holding Mjörnir, although he let go soon."

"Obviously, my father didn't make Tyr his heir."

Loki's eyes were almost red:

"You are the god of thunder! You are the master of Mjolnir, the next king chosen by Odin, and you just gave up your right of succession!?"

"Loki, don't say that. Tyre can do better than me. He has been in charge of Asgard's affairs for thousands of years, which is a long time longer than our age. Believe Tyre, he will let Asgard restored to glory."

Thor kept trying to comfort his frizzy brother, with a somewhat pampering tone in his tone.

"You! Me! Shit!"

Loki burst out three words for a long time, and the violent mood swings were fully revealed through these three words.

"The communication between you brothers can continue after I leave, and now I have something to do. Thor, remember to find me when you return to Harrogath, and I will come back and continue to teach Loki."

Gu Yi thought the dialogue between the two brothers was very funny, but it seemed impolite to laugh directly.

So after hastily finished speaking, he opened a golden portal and ran to the gate of Harrogas, laughing loudly.

"Hahaha! How did the brothers Odin teach? This is too funny!"

When Gu Yi smiled, his brows and eyes stretched.

The traces of the years have been slightly reduced. The breath that was originally like the calm water in the ancient well was a little more angry.

Then she saw Anderson, who was like a tin can, facing her.

Anderson couldn't see the expression through the full-face helmet, but Gu Yi knew that the expression would definitely be a little weird.

So after coughing twice, he walked towards the cliff behind the elder temple as if nothing had happened before.

After Gu Yi walked away, Anderson's muffled voice also sounded, as if he was talking to himself.

"This is the supreme mage? How did the previous supreme mage choose her? I thought the supreme mage would be more dignified, which is too bizarre."

Anderson shared some of the work of the three ancestors guarding the gate of the holy mountain. Most of the time, he stood in front of the gate of the holy mountain like a sculpture without saying a word.

Thanks to him, the three ancestors had more time to move freely.

"The supreme mage is also a human being, why can't he have emotions?"

Maddock appeared next to Anderson with a brand new sadness, and asked with some doubts.

"As long as there are thoughts, there will be emotions. As long as you can weigh the pros and cons, then hatred and joy will go hand in hand. Even Prius will be angry, and even Tyrell will be disappointed. How can you have such a bizarre idea?"

Maddock was somewhat curious about Anderson, the only subordinate of Imprius for so many years.

"I used to only learn about gods from books."

Anderson stood still and didn't move at all.

"Who wrote that book? God's diary? Who is a decent person to write a diary?"

Maddock is very interested in this topic.

Maddock, who lived as a seer, had a unique perspective on everything.

"It does not seem."

Anderson's expression twitched under his helmet.

Was the Bible written by God Himself? This is clearly not the case.

This is probably the record of the deeds of God by the believers. At least Anderson is sure that the story written in the Bible is not the story of Imprius...

"That's not the end, believers need a perfect God to put their faith in, and God behaves as perfect as possible to receive faith.

If your god is always cursing and drinking like hell, would you believe in him? "

Maddock said in the tone of a person who has experienced it.

This is why the savages never believe in one god, and why they never have blind faith in the Immortal King.

Hell, who wouldn't want to believe in a curmudgeon?

Or who would believe in a rude guy who's full of "I'm the strongest!"

Wolusk is such a guy.

The barbarian will only follow the strongest leader, constantly swaying weapons and blood for survival and justice, and sometimes spitting at the same time.

Cassius is one of the best.

"So God doesn't exist?"

Anderson asked in an inquiring tone.

"God exists, but there is no perfect existence in the world."

Leoric flickered and appeared in front of the gate of the holy mountain.

He had just been thrown out of the Temple of the Elders by Bul-Kelso, who had had enough of him.

"Skeleton King? I heard those souls told your story, you are great."

A familiar bayonet appeared in Anderson's hand.

"Because of my 'greatness', you plan to fight me here? Although I am no match for those monsters, you are still too far behind. Imprius can't do anything against me."

Leoric's jaw jiggled as he spoke, looking aggressive.

"I just got used to the existence of inhumans. I know you are not the enemy."

Anderson silently retracted the bayonet, then drew a long gun from behind.

This is the reward Bulkelso gave him as a gatekeeper.

The imitation of the legendary Sky Messenger, forged by Bulkelso, is considered an ancient legendary weapon.

The original Celestial Courier is a legend discovered during the Battle of the Eternal Scar.

Exactly who shaped this legend has no way of knowing.

But it was full of demon blood and battle marks.

Anderson, as Imprius' follower, this Celestial Messenger is very suitable for him.

As the subordinate of the Archangel of Courage in the world, Anderson is a messenger to convey the will of the high-level heaven.

Although there is only Imprius, an archangel, in the current high-level heaven, it won't be long.

The high-level paradise is very close to this world, and Bulkelso can feel that the huge building complex is slowly approaching.

At that time, it will no longer be difficult to revive Auriel and Tyrell.

At least it doesn't need the power of Bulkasso like when Prius was revived.

"You took out this spear and pointed it at me and said you don't want to fight me?"

Leoric scratched his head with the bone of his hand, and made a dull and ugly sound.

It's almost like scratching an old-fashioned glass blackboard with your nails.

"I am a subordinate of the Archangel of Courage. For you, I will uphold the will of Imprius."

Anderson aimed the Celestial Messenger at Leoric, his tone flat and unwavering.

"Imprius doesn't fight every time he sees me."

Leoric had a headache, almost to the bone.

It wasn't that he was afraid of a mere Anderson, but that he didn't want any battles on Harrogas, the holy mountain of barbarians.

As long as the Skeleton King doesn't concentrate on restraining his strength, that cold aura will sweep away.

Bul-Kelso had warned him twice to be quiet on Harrogath Mountain.

Everything is a matter of three, and Leoric can't guarantee that after his behavior is regarded as provocative three times, will Bulkelso stuff his bones into the dark soul stone in a rage.

A sane Skeletron cannot fight Diablo because he would be terrified.

But beating Andariel in the dark soul stone can still be done.

In addition to Diablo, only Azmodan who has mastered the evil and Mephisto, the king of hatred, can suppress the Skeleton King a little bit.

But Azmodan has appeared as a tattoo on Bul-Kelso's back.

Among the devil kings of hell, only Mephisto has a way to restrict Leoric, but Bulkelso's next target to devour is probably Mephisto.

Before Diablo is completely eliminated, Leoric's value does not seem to be that great.

"Yes, so I can now have a good talk with you."

Anderson was still pointing at Leoric with the Celestial Messenger.

"I'm just showing my attitude."

"Okay, weren't we talking about God just now? I still know a little about God."

Maddock laughed and patted Anderson on the shoulder, then gave Leoric a "fuck off" look.

The current Madoc may only last for a short period of time in Leoric's hands, but this is Harrogath, so Madoc is completely worthy of the Skeleton King.

"Madock, you'd better never see me outside of Harrogath. Or I'll break every inch of your bone."

After Leoric said harsh words to Madock, he disappeared immediately.

He went to the kingdom of death.

Although that death gave him a headache, it was better than being "bullied" by these barbarians.

"None of you better not leave Harrogath!"

Leoric still said that when he appeared in the kingdom of death.

"Did someone piss you off? I'll help you bring their souls here to vent your anger."

The voice of death carried some anticipation, as if he wanted to get Leoric to treat him differently.

"You? Cut!"

Leoric sat carelessly on the throne that belonged to death, supported his head with his right arm bone and let out a disdainful sound.

If only death had the potential to get Bul-Kelso into trouble before Bul-Kelso devoured Azmodan.

So if Death shows hostility to the barbarians now, then it is very likely that Leoric will have to go to the dark soul stone to find a way to save people.

The death of a world cannot disappear, that would throw the world out of balance.

Unless Bulkelso swallows death and becomes the new death rule.

But do the enraged savages have consequences in mind?

Leoric thought not.