Dark Savages Come To the United States

"I said, your approach is too hasty!"

Spider-Man escaped from Rumlow's attack range with a gymnastics-like flip, and then released his own spider silk to the tall building not far away, intending to get rid of Rumlow's attack in this way.

"Hydra guy, it's enough for you to be conscious. Seeing that you don't have that offensive aura, I will treat you less cruelly!"

Rumlow pushed hard with both feet, and chased after him with a jump.

Spider-Man's injuries were definitely serious, and even the jumping between buildings that he was accustomed to had become difficult.

Every time he swung through tall buildings, he could feel the strong discomfort in his body.

The tearing of the muscles and the groaning of the bones made him regret why he appeared in Rumlow's eyes at this time.

Following a burst of severe pain, Spider-Man let go of the spider web in his hand, and fell to the ground in some embarrassment.

Fortunately, his destination has arrived!

Lawyer Matthew Murdoch, where Daredevil lives!

The only person Spider-Man can really trust now is Matthew, so he will come to Matthew's residence in the shortest possible time without hesitating to make his injury worse.

Although he still hasn't figured out what's going on with Rumlow, he can't allow him to think too much at this time!

As Spider-Man rolled to the ground, Rumlow's figure also fell directly from the sky.

The feet stepped on the ground but did not make any marks.

For these barbarian recruits, self-control is the first lesson learned.

"Why didn't you run away? Your injuries seem to be much more serious than what I observed, but since you came to this place at the expense of your injuries, does that mean you have accomplices?"

Rumlow said to Spider-Man in front of him with a giant hammer in his hands, approaching step by step made his figure full of oppression.

"Daredevil! Help!"

Spider-Man called Matthew, and specially called the name "Daredevil", just because he didn't want Matthew to reveal his identity.

But when Rumlow arrived, Matthew had already felt it.

"What's going on? How did this kid offend you?"

Matthew came out wearing a pair of trousers with his upper body bare. He was just about to take a rest when he encountered such a situation.

For Matthew, the two people in front of him were considered acquaintances, and he didn't understand why this happened.

"Daredevil! You are!"

Spider-Man finally realized that something was wrong, and the breath he raised before was finally let go.

As for Rumlow, he has no intention of continuing to attack.

In front of him and Matthew, a mere Spider-Man has no ability to escape.

"This kid said 'Hi Hydera' in front of me, even though he seems to be a kind and just person, but who knows if the Hydra he is in has any other style of doing things.

I think this kid must know something. "

Rumlow slapped the palm of his hand with the handle of the giant hammer with both hands, and his eyes were still sharp as he looked at Spider-Man.

"Oh? I worked with him a little bit before, but he was a superhero at the time."

Matthew rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully.

Behind him, Angel also came out with sleepy eyes.

Angel hasn't been home recently, and has been temporarily staying at Matthew's house during this time.

Of course nothing happened, they were just discussing the issue of Jin Bin.

"Daredevil, let me tell you, do you know that the man in front of you is a hydra called 'Crossbones'!"

Spider-Man's tone was a little anxious.

"I know, I've known about it since we've known each other. So what about you? What's your name in Hydra?"

After hearing what Spider-Man said, Matthew hesitated a little and pulled out a mace from his backpack and said to Spider-Man.

The face under Spider-Man's mask is a bit ugly:

"Well, Lawyer Murdoch, is this your guide stick? I think the guide stick in this image is a bit too conspicuous. I can introduce you to a good store. The products in it are at least better than the one in your hand." This is more common."

Spider-Man started rambling, but the whole person immediately relaxed.

Facing Rumlow and Matthew, it would be more convenient to let him escape with his seriously injured body and just close his eyes and fall asleep.

At least there is everything in the dream.

"Isn't this Spider-Man? What happened to him?"

Angel rubbed his eyes, glanced at the scene and asked with some doubts.

She knew both Rumlow and Matthew, and she had such a deep memory that she couldn't forget it even if she wanted to. So she didn't ask how Rumlow came to this place.

"It looks like there's some misunderstanding here?"

Matthew tapped the ground with a mace, then walked directly in the direction of a safe house in the distance.

He could already hear sirens and noisy reporters approaching.

Angel and Rumlow understood what Matthew meant, so Rumlow grabbed Spider-Man's neck and followed Matthew.

...

"Tell me, how do you know me. And what do you know about Hydra?"

Rumlow sat on the only chair in the small room.

The Spider-Man in front of him was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and had already taken off his hood.

"I just heard some news about this, I'm really not Hydra."

Spider-Man's face is very ugly, and his hair is messy.

One bad thing after another made him feel physically and mentally exhausted.

In this world, what he feels is more disturbing than in the original world, although many super villains and superheroes are not yet active, and even his friend Colossus has no news at all.

But he is familiar with this world. He has heard about SHIELD, Daredevil and even Supernatural Man.

"If the Hydra people are not well prepared, they will not say those words until they die. Although you don't behave like Hydra at all, you shouldn't have heard of those words. "

Rumlow supported the chair under him, shaking it back and forth.

He had put the two-handed giant hammer back into his backpack.

In the narrow environment, Spider-Man has no room to escape, and the degree of trouble is also greatly reduced.

"Although there are no guarantees, the aura of this kid will not deceive people. He is the last hero even a good man can call him."

Matthew sat on the edge of the bed and said, Angel was already lying on the only bed.

For Angel, she doesn't worry about things between these people at all.

It is difficult for people who have seen Burkasso to feel worried about other existences.

After all, when the sky falls, tall people stand on top of it, and Bulkelso is the tallest one they know.

"Of course I know, that's why I'm willing to sit here and ask kindly. If this guy is a villain, that's easy."

Rumlow muttered twice, took out a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

"It's my secret, and I thought, if possible, I might not say it."

Spider-Man also lost the idea of ​​talking coquettishly, at this moment he just wanted a spacious place to lie down.

His wound began to ache again.

"At least you tell me who you are looking for first. After I help you find that guy, we will continue with the current problem. I think this time is enough for you to figure out what to do."

Rumlow relaxed a bit, still leaning back on the chair and talking.

"By the way, that bastard!"

Spider-Man finally remembered what he was doing when he came out!

After Constantine swept away all his property, he went missing!

And the guy who recommended the "professional" to him is here!

"Daredevil! Do you know what that professional did! He took away my living expenses for a month! Then disappeared!"

Spider-Man's complaint made everyone present serious.

Constantine is by no means an unfamiliar name to savages.

"Did you contact him? Did he say anything?"

Angel got up straight away, leaned on the edge of the bed and asked excitedly!

Seeing Angel's agitated expression with a trace of hatred, Spider-Man was also a little restless.

In his opinion, Constantine is definitely a scumbag, and Angel is also a victim.

But the behavior of the victim dragging him into the water without taking revenge on the scum is really not authentic!

"You! Since you know who he is, why did you ask me to contact him! That bastard disappeared without a word! I'm looking for him!"

"Then why did you say 'Hey Hydera' to tease Rumlow? According to what you said, if you go to Constantine honestly, won't there be no misunderstanding?"

Matthew asked with some doubts.

Spider-Man's approach is simply a model of finding trouble for nothing.

If he wanted to leave, wouldn't Rumlow stop him there for no reason?

"I know that Rumlow is Hydra, and that's all I know. But you should know what Hydra will do to superpowers, right? My injuries are still not healed, how could it be possible for the famous 'Crossbones' defenseless?

If a word can win his trust, then I will be safe soon! ? "

Spider-Man spoke as if he was pouring bitter water, speaking very fast, da da da da like Gatling in blue flames.

Rumlow had nothing to say about Spider-Man's words.

If Hydra's original style is followed, what Spider-Man said is likely to come true.

So Rumlow feels guilty about what Spider-Man said, but he is also glad that he has become a barbarian.

Mistakes may not be terrible, but what is terrible is that you will never return on the wrong path.

"Having said so much, you still know a lot about Hydra. This is not something you, a superhero who hides his head and shows his tail, should know."

Rumlow spoke slowly after being silent for a long time.

Spider-Man has exposed a lot of information, which is obviously very unusual.

"It's something you don't want to say again? It's really troublesome."

Rumlow pouted and said.

"The question now is where did Constantine go?"

Angel interjected.

Although Constantine has always been unreliable, this guy is still responsible for major events.

The inexplicable disappearance without any news is a bit strange to Constantine.

"Perhaps he already knew what happened to Jin Bin from Spider-Man, or maybe he was locked up by Jin Bin at this time?"

Matthew made a reasonable guess, but it turned out to be the opposite.

Besides, according to Constantine's usual style, he would not appear in any dangerous place alone, unless something unexpected happened in that place.

"Wait a minute, you mean Kim Bin? Are you serious? Matthew!"

Rumlow became serious.

Jin Bing knew it. When he was still a hydra, he saw the filial piety sent by Jin Bing.

But Jin is not a human being whose strength has reached the extraordinary level, how did he manage to make Matthew suffocated.

Matthew took a deep look at Rumlow, and finally told the whole thing.

"You mean that Jin Bing has undergone changes that you can't understand, and he is as powerful as a monster at this time?"

Rumlow repeated the information given by Matthew, speaking in an unbelievable tone.

This world is not normal.

Talented people can mutate into powerful guys through scientific research, and rich people can also play with some equipment that others can't afford to become stronger.

Even people who fall into some chemical reagent or pollution source have the opportunity to gain superpowers that others can't imagine, but Jin has nothing to do with these.

In terms of money, Jin Bing is indeed quite rich, but most of that money falls into the pockets of those big shots.

The little income he has left is not even enough to buy a fighter jet, so playing with technology is a bit of a fantasy.

As for the mutation, Jin will not take risks easily.

You need to know how many people who fell into the chemical reagents died or mutated.

Kim has no reason to do so.

"I think that even if Rorschach came, he probably wouldn't be Jin Bin's opponent in a one-on-one situation."

Matthew added.

"Are we qualified to intervene in that kind of battle?"

Rumlow glanced at Matthew and asked every word.

Matthew's answer will determine how he will face Jin Bin.

"We'll probably just have to take a shot at it, I can't hurt Kim, but you might be able to."

Matthew calmly expressed his judgment.

Upon hearing this, Rumlow touched the ancestor's wristband on his wrist.

Now that Matthew said so, he has no reason not to believe it.

Rumlow is very clear about the power of the Hammer of the Ancestors after the Ancestor's skin care boost. Although he is not strong enough, even Rorschach has to deal with the damage carefully.

But such power can only cause a little damage to Jin in Matthew's mouth.

"My suggestion is to find Rorschach first. As for Luke and Jessica, don't tell them."

After rubbing the wristbands of the ancestors, Rumlow said decisively.

"Wait, the Luke you're talking about is the Wonderman Luke Cage? Jessica? Jessica Jones?"

Spider-Man finally found a topic that he could interject, and the nature of chatter began to rise.

"You know? I found that you always know a lot, but you always know a little."

Rumlow gave Spider-Man a meaningful look, and then gave Matthew a look.

This is his habit, sometimes eyes can convey a lot of information.

Although Matthew can receive a lot of information that others cannot, visual information is absolutely impossible.

The world seen by the blind is incomprehensible to normal people.

It's not that blind people see all darkness, but nothingness.

When a normal person closes one eye and observes the world with the other eye, what he sees with the closed eye is what a blind person sees.

nothingness!

Nothing at all!

For Matthew, who was once able to see everything, the pain after losing his vision is unspeakable.

"I don't think we can handle this matter alone. That guy's level is too high."

Matthew couldn't see Rumlow's gestures, but this didn't prevent him from feeling Rumlow's movements.

Matthew's opinion made Rumlow a little upset.

"Then do we have to tell Burkasso about this kind of thing? Tell him that we are too weak and we are powerless in the face of evil!?"

Rumlow is a bit grumpy about this kind of thing.

Guilt is still gnawing at his heart, and he has only gotten better recently.

"Now that Constantine may have fallen into Jin Bin's hands, what can we do? Let Constantine be tortured by Jin Bin?"

Matthew finally confirmed his opinion, and said to Rumlow without any hesitation.

Angel on one side was biting her nails, and this quarrel made her feel uneasy.

"Well, I want to ask a question, who is Rorschach? Who is Bulkasso?"

Spider-Man's voice was not loud, but enough to be heard clearly by those present.

"Whether we are looking for Rorschach or Bulkelso, we have to go back to the Holy Mountain."

After Rumlow glanced at Spider-Man, he directly opened a portal.

Fixed-point teleportation is still unstable for Rumlow, but he can be sure that the other end of the portal is Harrogath, which is enough.

"What about Angel and Spider-Man? Let them stay here?"

Matthew asked.

"Take it together! I don't want to go all over the world to catch this kid again."

"Then you'd better pray that your portal opens outside the gate of the Holy Mountain."

After Matthew said something, he went straight through the portal.

Rumlow mentioned Spider-Man with some guilt, and led Angel directly through the portal, and what he saw made him almost curse directly.

"Is this the Konstantin you said was captured by Jin Bin?"

Rumlow threw Spider-Man to the ground, and pointed at Constantine who was chattering with Madock in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain.

This time, the opening position of the portal is not right, this is the inner side of the gate of the holy mountain.

Visitors who have not been approved by the holy mountain will naturally tell the three ancestors who are the gatekeepers of the holy mountain.

Then Rumlow was surrounded by Maddock, Kerik and Tariq.

Maddock even dropped Constantine who was chatting with him.

"Boy, I think you should know that visitors who have not gone through the process of climbing the mountain will be regarded as intruders? I think you should be very clear about this after reading the memories passed by Harrogas."

Maddock waited squinting at Rumlow, the brand new handle of sorrow in his hand was emitting a cold light.

"Well, it was just an accident."

Rumlow glanced at Matthew, who seemed to have nothing to do with it, and a wave of anger appeared in his heart.

But he didn't dare to show it in front of the three ancestors.

Otherwise it gets a little weird.

It's as cruel as a child who showed concern after being beaten up by his father as a child to ease the atmosphere and said "Have you eaten yet?"

That would only invite a harsher lesson.

"Accident? Did I teach you not to use the power you don't have easily?"

Tariq rubbed the certificate of shame in his hand, his tone serious.

Accidents should be avoided as far as possible for soldiers.

The variables brought about by uncontrolled power are the factors that determine survival or destruction.

Defender Talic hates accidents the most!

"What are you going to do? Beat him up? There's no point in that."

Kerik looked up at Anderson outside the gate of the Holy Mountain, then looked at Constantine with a smirk on his face and said.

What's the use of beating Rumlow?

Many children are beaten all the time, but what is understood and deeply realized cannot be instilled by force.

Awe is an important emotion, but that cannot evolve into fear.

Korik doesn't like the education method of violent beating, after all, most of the time violent beating will only make others deeply realize that power can make others submit.

"Throw those two out of the gate, if they can both climb up, then send your mistake for the time being. If they don't climb up, then you are miserable!"

Tariq took a look at Kerik and made a decision.

Rumlow is his heir. Now that he has punished him, Maddock and Korik won't say much.

"I remember what kind of punishment the guy who did something wrong was punished?"

Maddock muttered "in a low voice".

"Anyway, it's cruel. I haven't seen a few barbarians who can laugh after being punished."

Kerik was threatening in line with Maddock's words.

Matthew frowned in front.

If the three ancestors were still alive, Matthew would be able to hear the emotions in these words by hearing.

But the three ancestors were all dead, and no one could hear the heartbeat of a soul.

Rumlow felt his teeth itching, and walked towards the gate of the holy mountain with Spider-Man in hand.

Angel quietly followed behind Rumlow, but behind Anderson who was passing by the door, he greeted Anderson with strange eyes.

After a group of people drifted away on the holy mountain, Matthew asked with some concern:

"Ancestors, I would like to ask what is the so-called punishment?"

"Punishment depends on the person."

Maddock stroked his beard and said.

"Like me back then, just watching Bull Kasso and these two bastards drink up all my wine. Not even a sip left for me!"

As Maddock spoke, he became more and more angry, and after he finished speaking, he stretched out his evil hand towards the back of Kerik's big head.

With a loud snap, Kerik was buried directly in the snow.

As for why he didn't reach out to Tariq, it was because he really couldn't beat Tariq.

While Maddok can probably do three times as much damage as Tariq in a demon fight, he just can't beat Tariq.

Defender Talic doesn't use a shield, but the suffocating combat is enough to make any demon feel suffocated.

One eye, no flaws.

A battle with Tariq can easily turn into a protracted battle, and unless one has far greater power than Tariq, defeating him may be even more difficult than defeating Kalcho.

There is still a big difference in the damage that a shield and an epee can cause.

"The next day you were punished for eating all the black bread in the inventory. That time I knew how stubborn you are."

Tariq said angrily, and pulled Kerik up from the snow.

He smoothly locked the throat of Korik, who was going to have a fight with Maddock, and said with some subtle fucking emotions.

Maddock fought the three of them for the wine he had drunk, and as a provocation of conflict, Maddock was thrown into the warehouse.

After starving for half a month, the bastard ground the black bread into powder and poured it into his stomach with spirits.

Tariq, who was the supervisor at that time, still can't forget the sound of metal friction sound made by the hard black bread when it was rubbed together.

"Tariq, let me go! I have to let that bastard Madoc eat all his sculptures today!"

Kirk struggled hard.

Being able to curse loudly as if a soul had been locked.

He even punched Tariq on the nose in order to break free from Tariq's shackles.

"I can rest assured that."

Matthew let out a long breath.

He thought that the barbarian's punishment would be that kind of bloody and cruel criminal law, but now he relaxed a lot.

But what he didn't know was that the wine Maddock drank in front of him was the last memory he brought from his own home.

He didn't know that the hard black bread was the dry food that Madok's people gave him.

The pain of seeing one's past vanish in person is profound, not so cruel, but enough to make these erring savages deeply remember the consequences of making mistakes.

As long as one mistake is made in the battle, all the past will be meaningless.

"By the way, is Rorschach on the holy mountain? I have something to look for him."

Matthew asked casually.

Madok casually pointed in a direction, and the three ancestors returned to the gate of the holy mountain in a fuss.

Constantine walked towards Matthew with a smiling face.

"Konstantin, I think you should give Spider-Man an explanation. It's not a good thing to donate money and run away without saying a word."

Matthew said calmly.

Since Konstantin "hasn't suffered" any accidents, that's all the better.

Matthew was also interested and had a little chat with Constantine.

...

"Andariel, you seem to know something extraordinary."

Bulkelso said while sitting on the ground calmly.

Andariel's voice no longer carried the negative emotions of the devil king of hell. At this time, she behaved as peacefully as those ordinary people that Bulkelso knew.

"Yes, I am the child of Inaris and Lilith. Bulkelso, you are the same."

What Andariel said was a little weird.

Bulkelso was not the original ancestor, even though both were called Bulkelso.

"Did you recognize the wrong person? I don't think it's me you're looking for."

Bulkelso frowned, and squeezed out a three-dimensional "Chuan" character between his brows.

"You think you know everything about those old guys? Who gave you your name? Don't you think about it?"

Andariel said with a charming smile.

She obviously knew a lot, and as the only outsider among the seven demon kings of hell, Andariel and the others would not be completely of one mind.

"Those are not important. To me, you devil kings of hell can't give me what I want!"

Bulkelso was a little irritable.

Too many tragedies brought by the Hell Demon King happened in front of Bulkasso's eyes. For the Hell Demon King, the barbarians would never have the idea of ​​compromise.

Humans create hatred, and that hatred almost never goes away!

Even if some people will beg for mercy from the devil king of hell for various reasons, but this cannot happen to those who are really strong!

All human beings who are still fighting in Sanctuary have their own persistence, perhaps it is the hatred for the devil king of hell, or the yearning for the noble.

Or just simply want to let the fate of human beings be dominated by themselves.

Such an existence is not something that the devil of hell can touch!

Humans and angels and demons are never the same!

"I didn't give you the slightest promise, but why are you rejecting me so eagerly? Or are you afraid that you will be convinced by my conditions?"

Andariel's voice was strongly bewitching, and even for a moment Bulkelso clearly felt doubts about himself.

"Shut up! Andariel! You want to impress me? You want to corrupt me? You will only be as disgusting as the piss of a toad in the gutter, and you will only be as annoying as the spikes of a bristle mouse! Only It's disgusting like the juice of a rotting corpse poured into your mouth!"

The flames of fury in Bulkelso began to burn.

But this kind of flame can't hurt Andariel in the dark soul stone at all.

This way of sealing will not be easily affected, more often it is just a tug of war on the level of consciousness.

"Bulkelso, your name doesn't just mean what you imagined. Glory and victory? Responsibility and courage? That's the name of the Immortal King. That old guy in Volusk didn't tell you everything."

Andariel felt like she was about to plant a seed of doubt in Bulkelso's mind.

She spoke in a consistent tone without revealing the slightest flaw.

The slightest incoordination during the bewitching process may lead to failure, and the demon kings of hell know this very well.

"What are you going to tell me?"

Bulkelso's body was full of anger, but his tone was exceptionally calm.

The joy in Andariel's heart began to grow stronger.

Torment of the mind is her right, and she sees an opportunity!

Although Andariel felt some doubts about Bulkelso's wavering, she couldn't turn a blind eye to this golden opportunity.

"The first generation Bulkelso..."

"Alive!"

Andariel was interrupted by Burkasso before finishing her sentence.

The anger on Bulkelso's body was suppressed in an instant, and his tone returned to ice-cold.

A battle of wills, and certainly not just Andariel attacking to shake Bul-Kelso, who has the same power to fight back.

The lifespan of a nephalem is endless!

If you want to destroy the Hell Demon King, then it is also a way to collapse the opponent's will.

Just when Andariel thought the barbarians were rude fools, she also fell into the trap of Bulkelso.

"What?"

Andariel's voice finally changed. Even if she immediately chose silence, it could not stop Bulkelso from continuing to speak.

Just like Bulkelso couldn't prevent Andariel's voice from being transmitted to his mind, his voice would also be transmitted to the Dark Soul Stone indiscriminately!

"The original Bulkelso is still alive, why? Isn't that what you plan to tell me?

Since you may have seen another part of my soul, you should know what I was encountering.

Although I can no longer clearly remember my past, but you, how can you understand the thoughts of a human being?

Demon King of Hell, King of Torment Andariel! "

Bulkelso's voice was ridiculed with contempt, constantly teasing Andariel's reason.

Andariel, who fell into the trap first, could no longer control her emotions at this time.

Silence may be her best choice.

"That existence is still alive, and the legend of that existence still exists! So what are you going to do?

The plan that the barbarians have conceived for an unknown number of years probably doesn't count as anything in the eyes of you aloof demon kings of hell, right?

So do you still feel that way now? Andariel?

You scum that I crushed as easily as a little ghoul!

You are the king of torment who was held in my hand and howled continuously, only to cry out!

What the hell are you doing? "

Bulkeso took out a bottle of spirits and poured it into his mouth.

He was a little excited to have the chance to grab the sore foot of the Hell Lord and keep cursing.

"You haven't remembered my name yet!

Now there is only one barbarian called Bulkelso!

It's just me now! This is what you should be afraid of!

You are nothing but a poor wretch who crawls at the feet of the Three Demon Gods and begs for mercy! Andariel, you have to know that even the Great Demon God was beheaded by me! "

Bulkelso completely penetrated Andariel's psychological defense! The lord of torment began to shout.

"No! You are not the one I am afraid of, you should cry out in pain!

Bull Casey! You don't even know the greatness of that Bulkelso, and Volusk and Laiko never told you the truth! "

Andariel's scream made Bulkelso drain a bottle of wine happily.

"Is my performance what you expected?"

Andariel's calm voice sounded again, and Bulkelso's excitement disappeared in an instant.

Obviously, Andariel's previous performance was just a disguise, but only Andariel knew whether Bulkelso's words had effectively broken her will.

"You know the legends of the original barbarians still exist, but when you're fighting Malthael, you're only holding a pair of ancient legends.

let me guess? Is that your favorite dual sword? Is that what you deliberately forged because of your longing for the first generation of Bulkasso? Unfortunately you are not him. "

Andariel's expectations were filled with contempt.

This time Bulkelso just silently took out another bottle of spirits from his backpack and poured it directly into his mouth.

Barbarians and Hell Lords convincing each other?

That was a joke.

"Do you need me to call Cassius over and say your name to make a battle cry?"

Bulkelso calmly uttered the last sentence in this conversation!

And these words formed the lore for Andariel!

"Bastard! Bulkelso, you bastard! Shut up Cassius! Shut up that bastard that is muddier than the fountain of heaven forever!"

Cassius' almost regular taunt was enough to make Andariel lose her composure.

If it weren't for the crazy Andariel who would torture Bulkelso with piercing screams, Bulkelso might have made Cassius utter the same cursing battle cry every day.

That might be able to completely destroy Andariel's sanity.

[Of course the first generation Bulkelso is still alive! 】

Bulkeso thought so in his heart.

Lai Ko and Vorusk, who were not far away, had just said this.

...

"When do you plan to hand over the legend of the first generation to Bulkelso?"

Reiko said while hugging her helmet.

"After he thought he had surpassed that ancestor, Bulkelso already knew where those legends were. As long as he wanted, he could pick up the pair of swords at any time."

Volusk sat down directly on the ground.

The heavy body wearing a battle armor smashed a deep hole in the snow on the holy mountain.

"He just doesn't want to follow the path of the first generation. He has firmly established his own line from the beginning, so now he is the banner of the barbarians."

Volusk spoke slowly, and casually took out a bottle of wine from the snow in front of him.

This is one of the few treasures of Lei Ko, if it was in the past, Volusk's actions would definitely be exchanged for Lei Ko's merciless blow.

But things are different now.

"He took the first step in his path, but the first ancestor was only a little short."

With thirteen pieces of equipment on Nephalem's body, the Seven Devil Kings of Hell plus five archangels, it is only twelve pieces of equipment that can seal all of them.

The ancestors of the first generation planned to forge thirteen pieces of equipment for themselves, each of which was designed to target the archangel and the demon king of hell.

But there is one thing for yourself.

The little thing he was short of was the last piece of equipment!

And that unfinished one ended up being used on Rathma.

This also led to the failure of the first generation of ancestors!

Rathma quickly got rid of the influence exerted by the first ancestors, but that also kept the first ancestors from dissipating.

"But the current Bulkelso is much more solid than the first generation ancestors. At least he didn't intend to end everything with a single battle. Obviously, the current Bulkelso has countless chances to succeed, because whether it is an archangel or It is impossible for the devil king of hell to destroy him now."

Vorusk said so.

After the first generation Bul-Kelso wanted to prepare, he fulfilled his long-cherished wish in a battle that gathered angels and demons.

He only had that one chance, and if she couldn't directly complete this grand plan, then there would be no next chance.

Only when the equipment is balanced can the first generation Bulkelso be able to take that position.

A plan with zero fault tolerance, no matter how great it is, will fail.

And now Bulkelso can try countless times, because he is already the strongest.