Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Bulkelso, I thought you'd deal with the problem you're facing more violently."

Johanna whispered.

Confronting Baal couldn't be more pleasant, especially after Baal devoured Mephisto.

The pure Barr did not eat the hateful person belonging to Mephisto, but strengthened all his power on his own destruction.

In terms of strength, Baal once again became the most powerful one among the devil kings of hell.

Temporary retreat is nothing to Barr, besides, he has already got what he wants.

Pure power and pure destruction are a match made in heaven.

Johanna was a little worried that Barr's power was too aimed at her.

Both tenacity and defense seem a little weak in the face of destruction.

"And then? Being imprisoned in the Burning Hell for a long time, waiting for those boring guys to slowly watch Diablo become the biggest trouble in the shadows?"

Bulkelso said to Johanna like this without looking back.

Bulkelso's attitude towards Barr is definitely not good, and if given the chance, Bulkelso would be more than happy to tear Barr into pieces.

It's just that the time is not good now, and Barr needs to continue to exist.

Now there are only two of the three demon gods left, and with the addition of Bilie who is talking nonsense somewhere, now the devil kings of hell seem to have no cards other than the burning tooth.

"Bulkelso, I'm just a little confused, why do you have to show up in person no matter what it is?"

Gu Yi looked at Bulkelso in front of him with gentle eyes. Gu Yi felt the feeling brought by an independent soul, so he was a little confused about Bulkelso who seemed not free at all.

"On the holy mountain of Harrogath, who else do you think can handle things for me that I am not easy to handle? Rorschach or Thor? They don't have enough mind and strength. Maybe they won't stand in front of Baal. How shaken, but also unable to think calmly."

Bulkeso said feeling a little bored.

The barbarians need more powerful forces, but that will take some time.

Growth never happens overnight.

...

There is still more than an hour until the celebration starts.

Bulkasso is discussing the specifics of this secret realm with Volusk.

After all, the secret realm this time is not so easy to be crushed. To accommodate those ancestors who are full of anger and have nowhere to vent, the balance of strength is the most important.

"So you came to us with this trouble?"

Volusk held the small black ball in his hand and said with some displeasure.

The little black ball in Volusk's hand is not a strange thing, it is Mephisto who hates the demon god.

Baal's trace of consciousness and power is also inside, used to create the image of Baal and Mephisto in that battle.

The ancestors are all dead, and their strength is naturally not as good as when they were still alive.

Therefore, Barr and Mephisto in the secret realm naturally cannot be made too powerful.

Otherwise, this gamble would be considered bankrupt.

"I won't fight in the secret realm myself. According to the original situation, I'm still fighting those mice who are good at avoiding in Sescheron."

Bulkelso sat on a chair, looking seriously at Volusk in front of him.

Of course he couldn't make a move. If Bulkeso made a move in that secret realm, the game would be unfair at all.

The gamble between Tyrrell and Bulkasso is for those barbarians who died at that station. As for those recruits, it can be regarded as an addition.

In the kind of battlefield where the three ancestors will die in battle, all the recruits can do is pray that the stones from the catapult will not fall on their heads.

"A gamble? Do you think you are qualified to be a chess player? Bulkelso, you won't let me down, will you?"

Volusk didn't raise his head, but silently observed the ball made of Mephisto in his hand.

The look is serious, just like Deckard Kane who is looking up information at the table.

"Vorusk, this is the best opportunity."

Bulkasso said firmly.

Winning or losing this gamble seems to have long been less important.

Tyrell's personality seemed to be right in front of him.

It's just that Tyrell's approach is so strange.

"Really? The best chance? You asked for the authority of justice directly, and Tyrell would probably agree."

Volusk finally looked up at Bulkasso with a meaningful look in his eyes.

Tyrell owed the barbarian, or he was already ready to hand over his personality.

Besides, Bulkasso also redeemed Izual's soul, so Tyrael no longer has any worries.

"It's just that he won't do that, at least he won't hand it over to me right away."

Bulkasso rubbed his wrists, his tone slightly light.

He didn't feel well, as if something was going on against him.

But Bulkelso quickly put the idea behind him.

conspiracy?

Nephalem have long been used to conspiracies and calculations, no matter if they are simple or complicated, these guys will always come to them.

When Bulkelso meets Diablo, no matter what plots he has, Bulkelso is confident that he can handle it.

Diablo is no longer the Great Demon God.

"Savages don't hate justice, what we hate is Tyrael who doesn't do anything."

Vorusk threw the ball in his hand to Bulkasso and said.

What the savage seeks is hope, courage, and justice.

And these do not refer to the three archangels Auriel, Imprius and Tyrael.

"I don't like that guy much either."

Lai Ko sat on the side and spoke silently.

The archangel Lai Ko is familiar with is Izrael, not Tyrael.

Moreover, that familiar or reluctant type.

Even if the follower of fate is dead, Yzreal still wants to find some clues of fate from Leko.

"Bulkelso, according to what you mean, those of us old guys who died before that battle can only be responsible for protecting those brats?"

Vorusk said so.

How can a festival allow the group of participants to be limited?

That's not a good holiday.

"No, I'll make those demons stronger."

Bulkasso tapped the Dark Soul Stone on his head and said.

Bulkelso didn't intend to let only those ancestors who died in the defense of Harrogath participate in the battle, that would be too stingy.

It's just that there are so few people who must be restricted.

"Then can I do it? I want to teach that archangel a lesson."

Vorusk opened his eyes wide, looking at Bulkeso in front of him and asking.

A prime Vorusk put into an otherwise "close" fight is disaster.

Enemies in Rifts, in particular, will be weakened accordingly, while Vorusk will still be able to use his powers.

"Forget about you, me, and Lecco. Of course, Johanna will not intervene in this battle."

Bulkelso pinched the ball in his hand and suddenly felt a new discovery.

A small, dream-like source appeared in front of Bulkelso.

"Baal seems to have brought me a small gift in addition to hatred?"

Bulkelso said while holding the dreamy source crystal block, and then had a novel idea.

"This is part of the rules of the dream, do we want to have a big fight!?"

Bulkelso said excitedly.

The nightmare, the master of the dream dimension, was crushed by Baal by the way, and this little source of rules is a small sign of Baal's favor.

As for what this means, or Barr wants to make meaning in exchange for some corresponding little meaning.

It all depends on what Bulkelso means.

"You're such an interesting person."

Volusk shook his head and said:

"A piece of the origin of this world, if you don't use it to strengthen yourself, it's fine, don't you still plan to let everyone on this planet go in and experience the overwhelming scene of demons?

I didn't expect that the people I guarded would turn into lunatics. "

Volusk stopped Bulkeso's rash idea, but he still had some feelings in his heart.

Everyone in this world cannot be allowed to use dream training, this is a flaw in the dream rules.

The soul may be able to become stronger, but ordinary people whose bodies are still weak still have no way to fight demons.

But it seems like a good way to use this thing to teach ordinary people in their dreams what they should do when facing demons.

"Can things seen in dreams be remembered?"

Vorusk asked.

Lai Ko smiled coldly.

"Idiot, when ordinary people face demons, the easiest way is to run! The only thing they can do after they can't run away is to resist. You don't need to teach these ordinary people, they will do the same."

Lai Ko understood what Volusk was thinking, but she still poured cold water on it.

Lacquer wasn't interested in the idea.

"If you really plan to create a battlefield, you can build a fortress outside the gate of Burning Hell, and then let Baal release some demons to attack the fortress.

That's real life and death, and that will help. "

Lai Ko spoke nonsense.

Everyone knows that the devil king of hell cannot be completely trusted, and the result of trusting them will always end in tragedy.

"Forget it, we can't control Barr. We can only believe a part of everything he said. Even if he swears in the name of the seven-headed dragon, I still have doubts and vigilance."

Bulkelso quickly dispelled the somewhat unrealistic idea before.

"By the way, does everyone on the holy mountain let them enter the secret realm? Even if they are not barbarians?"

Johanna asked curiously.

She just went to observe some Steves not long ago, so far, Steve is doing very well, at least he won't become a Templar because of issues like beliefs.

"Let's all go in and see if there are any guys who have escaped our observation. Warrior has never been a glamorous profession. If you are obsessed with the elegance of a mage, then it is best not to set foot in the realm of warriors."

Bulkeso said meaningfully.

Gu nodded, basically understanding what Bulkelso meant.

Mage and fighters rarely have part-time jobs.

A mage needs to use his spirit to explore the mysteries of the world, while a warrior needs to concentrate all his energy to face the dangerous hand-to-hand combat.

When the two reached high levels, perhaps their mental strength and willpower were almost the same, but they basically lost the possibility of replacing each other.

As for the part-time job, unless someone can empty their brains to feel the mysteries of the universe and the world when they are fighting fiercely with demons, it is most convenient to wash up and sleep.

There is everything in the dream.

...

"Dr. Banner, you really don't plan to go into the secret realm? Maybe you can get some better rewards."

Rumlow pulled Brook Banner and said.

He has seen a lot of information about the Hulk from the news of SHIELD, so this is a good opportunity, an opportunity for Hulk to show his strength.

As for returning to a normal person, those ancestors will have a way.

As long as Banner can make them willing to help him.

Rumlow was indeed out of good intentions, and he didn't have any deep calculations, but Dr. Banner still resisted the agents.

Not even former agents.

Tony and Wayne on the other side are chatting.

Wayne wore that high-tech protective suit and appeared on the sacred mountain of Harrogas wearing the bat helmet.

Bulkasso received Klick's application, so he casually sent a note to Wayne.

Wayne had just sent a well-known killer to jail.

Another uncharacteristic killer.

Bullets turning corners, pencils killing people, and attacking tough ones head-on, this time there seems to be no problem with the appearance of a killer with perfect bullets.

"So, you also think that technology is the ladder of human evolution? I think your battle suit can be made more high-tech. What's the use of just waving your fists?"

Tony complained casually about Wayne's armor.

Although the material of that suit is very good, the technical content seems to be a little bit worse.

This is compared with Tony. To be honest, Wayne's equipment is also high-tech among high-tech.

"Is your technology still useful when you have no energy? At least as long as I don't fall into weakness, my fists won't deceive me."

Wayne said casually.

The tone is a bit perfunctory.

Compared with chatting with Tony, Wayne thinks that studying how to fight against the ancestors is the most important thing.

Wayne, who has deep delusions of persecution, always likes to make these plans, analyzing the weaknesses of others little by little, just to be able to act immediately at the moment of disaster.

It's best that nothing goes to the worst, Wayne would think so, but he will still take all precautions.

The ancestors probably understood some of this guy's thoughts, so they never stopped Wayne from doing this.

As strong as Izual can be corrupted, these ancestors can't guarantee that their consciousness will always belong to them.

Let him analyze the weaknesses and so on.

"Hey, you two, it looks like you guys are superheroes too? So do you have any abilities that I don't know about?"

Constantine appeared with his face licked, and Spider-Man beside him followed him every step of the way.

Spider-Man is very familiar with Tony Stark. In his universe, Tony is one of the core members of the Avengers.

But with Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man doesn't know anything.

Although judging from the way Rumlow greeted them, this is also a barbarian.

"Huh? You never know how to read newspapers and TV? Don't you know my name, Tony Stark? Even so, you should know that I am rich."

Tony said this to Constantine in front of him with some dissatisfaction, and knocked on his battle suit casually.

The crisp sound made Wayne look up. There were traces of Rasuke on it, and Wayne had analyzed these things long ago.

Facing Constantine, Tony always felt a little dangerous.

True, Constantine is dangerous to most people.

It's just that people like Tony Stark don't count.

Few of Constantine's teammates were rich and powerful.

Because even if Constantine talked about the voluntary sacrifice of teammates, the families and forces of those teammates might not believe Constantine's "voluntary" statement.

Constantine was cautious.

Bruce Wayne held a barbecue in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

Although he didn't see Rorschach after returning to the holy mountain, Wayne didn't care much.

Patience is his greatest strength.

I woke up in the morning and found that I had a cold yesterday. The chest tightness caused by the cold affected my breathing. I just thought it was my asthma that got worse. I didn't notice a cold, so I was in poor condition.

I've been groggy all day today, and the cold still hasn't improved much.

Today, I only updated a mere 4,000 words, and I didn’t even reach the 6,000 words that I promised to guarantee. I apologize to the reader here.

sorry.

After taking cold medicine, there is no obvious fever symptom, it should be a simple anemofrigid cold.

I drank cough syrup, ate 999 Ganmaoling granules, and took a piece of compound acetaminophen tablets. It is said to be good for colds.

My head is still groggy, if I get better from the cold tomorrow, I will update more.

If the status is still poor, I will try my best to ensure an update of more than 6,000 words.

This chapter seems to be a bit messy, I will adjust it when I get better.

Now it's really groggy and a little unbearable.

Sorry readers.

This month's update will not be less than 310,000 words. As long as I can get a little better, I will try my best to make up the update.

Since I wrote the book, I have never stopped updating or asked for leave.

It's probably a bit of a reputation.

Readers please rest assured.