Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Looks like something amused me between my brothers, don't you think?"

Diablo put on the old face of Kur, talking to the annihilated phantom in front of him in a bored manner.

Annihilation tried to tell him something, but it wasn't direct at all.

Diablo tried Annihilation in a way similar to blind guessing to relieve his boring time.

"You never seem to feel sorry for your brother?"

The phantom of annihilation is just a picture he projected to Asgard. Communication is possible, but he can't project his own power there.

The will to annihilate was transmitted to Diablo, with a little doubt.

Annihilation stepped aside a little, revealing the TV in front of him.

Diablo can easily see everything that Bulkasso, Johanna, and Tyrell have experienced in hell from the position that Annihilation deliberately gave up.

When Baal's hand passed through the scene of Mephisto, Diablo's eyes flickered a little.

Seven Demon Kings?

Who cares about this title?

Even the weakest Billie would not want to share it with others.

It's just that Diablo didn't expect Barr's betrayal to come so quickly, and he couldn't react so quickly.

Is it possible for heaven and hell and nephalem to coexist?

It is possible.

In front of Marsail, the three parties have a sufficiently powerful and common enemy.

This premise is that Malsail can continue to be strong, instead of becoming a handful of fly ash at a certain moment.

"Why be sad?"

Diablo asked back, looking at Annihilation with a playful smile.

Annihilation was a little speechless.

Why do you feel sad?

Losing the brother who has been with me all the time, and I can no longer find traces of the existence of the person in the memory, why don't I feel sad?

The emotions of annihilation are not complicated, but they are not simple either.

"We have prepared everything, and there is only one winner."

Diablo stood up, speaking to Annihilation in front of him.

On the road to becoming a creation god, there is only one winner, and other existences can only become nourishment!

Even Diablo has not yet figured out what kind of world he will create after becoming a creator god.

A world of fear?

How is that different from his current field?

But what should be added?

Diablo didn't bother to think about it, what he wanted to do most now was to get a chance to survive in front of Bulkasso!

The mighty barbarian had always been rough with demons.

Diablo didn't want to feel the feeling of cutting flesh with a blunt knife again. When his head was chopped off by Bulkeso, Diablo felt the fear for the first time.

Even though he was fear, that was the first time he felt what it was like to be enveloped by fear.

Complex and full of wonderful yearning.

Who can understand himself?

In the midst of fear, Diablo has never recognized fear as he did at that moment.

But he didn't intend to experience it again.

"So what do you think now?"

Annihilation pretended to be plain and said.

He now has some ideas about Leoric, but he has not thought of a particularly good way to end the existence of that Skeleton King.

"I'm planning to intervene in the secret realm of the Harrogas defense battle. How come there can only be two phantoms of the three demon gods?"

Diablo whispered.

He intends to bring Bulkelso a little surprise, and a heart-rending regret.

Both the Worldbreaker and the Destroyer are on the holy mountain of Harrogath, and with the little thing Baal made, it's natural for Diablo to want to get a hand in it.

It's just that he needs to make a choice, and that is whether to expose his plan to Bulkelso.

Kur's identity is still useful, and the constant fear in the world is rushing towards him.

However, the exposure of Kuer's identity in front of Bulkesso also means that the stage of silent development has passed.

He wasn't ready to face Bulkelso yet.

"I only care about when you will tell me everything."

Annihilation said silently.

The figure silently disappeared in front of Diablo.

"The battle that destroyed Harrogas never lacked my shadow, Diablo. Bulkeso, are you ready?"

Diablo muttered to himself.

With a general idea.

He already knew about the bet between Bulkelso and Tyrell.

Unable to intervene in this battle, what choice will Bulkasso make when facing Leah's soul to help the devil slaughter the barbarians?

Diablo was looking forward to it.

Once Bull Casso made a shot, Tyrrell won.

So can the personality of the Archangel of Justice still be handed over to Bulkelso as promised?

Israel will not give up this opportunity, Diablo is very sure.

...

"I said, what exactly is a secret realm?"

Spider-Man finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked.

His eyes turned to Matthew.

He still trusts Daredevil more than Crossbones.

"What is the secret realm? You will know after you enter."

Rumlow pouted and said.

The feeling that he entered the secret realm for the first time made him feel chills in his heart.

Suddenly seeing a completely unfamiliar monster, all a person needs to do is to find a way to kill that guy directly, and just hope that he is lucky.

No one knows if those strange monsters will have any dangerous means to overturn the balance of the battle in an instant.

"Will you die?"

Spider-Man lifted the mask on the lower half of his face, and spoke vaguely while eating barbecue.

This is a question that goes straight to the core.

Matthew turned to face Spider-Man, and nodded after a long moment.

"It's going to die."

Spider-Man didn't care.

No one wants to die, but death will never change one's itinerary because of one's will.

He just wanted to know the extent of the danger in the "secret realm".

"Die? That would be great!"

Mr. Immortal Craig clutched his wrist and walked over vigorously.

"Mr. Immortal" is the nickname he gave himself.

Originally, he planned to be called "Iron Fist of Immortality", but he was severely despised by Cassius who took care of him by the way.

"Who is this?"

Spider-Man asked with some doubts, trying to get answers from Rumlow or Matthew.

But the arrival of this immortal gentleman is not within the scope of the two of them.

"Hey, man! You can call me Craig! Of course, you can also call me "Mr. Immortal". I've heard your name, the good neighbor of New Yorkers, Spider-Man, right!"

Craig broke out his name loudly in exchange for some weird movements of Spider-Man.

Peter Parker muttered in a low voice, it seemed that he couldn't change his bad mouth for a while.

"The Great Lakes Avengers? The 18th-line superhero team that received a letter from Mr. Stark's lawyer? Later changed its name to the Great Lakes X-Men?"

Spider-Man was a little dizzy.

He didn't know why these people who shouldn't be communicating with each other connected on this snow mountain.

But this did not prevent him from having a strong curiosity.

He talked with Deadpool in the original world, and although he didn't get any results, this didn't prevent Spider-Man from having a deep taboo against the Great Lakes Avengers.

No one wants to be defeated in various inexplicable ways like a villain in a funny animation.

That's all Spider-Man remembers.

"As long as it is human, it will die."

Rumlow said in a low voice, he was pouring two cans of beer into his mouth.

This can be regarded as some preparations before the battle.

He has already looked away.

Either live and continue to atone, or die on the way to atone.

As for those worldly desires are no longer in his thinking.

"But I am immortal, I have not died since I was born!"

Craig said so.

"Hey buddy! What a coincidence! Me too! I haven't died since I was born!"

Constantine walked over staggeringly, and said to Craig in front of him.

Of course, anyone alive today can say that.

But that doesn't mean that a person is immortal if he hasn't died yet.

Constantine did not think that a man who could climb the holy mountain of Harrogas would be a fool, and fools are not recognized by savages.

Constantine felt that if this guy was really as he said, an immortal body, then Constantine would have a teammate who could be recycled.

"What do you mean? I'm not kidding."

Craig pointed to Constantine's nose.

He felt as if he had suffered deep malice.

"Of course I know you're not joking about it.

To be honest, I also know a few guys who claim to be immortal, but they have all been dealt with. "

Constantine took out a cigarette and said, and put the cigarette in front of Spider-Man.

"Hey, good neighbor, light a fire for me."

He continued to talk to Craig with a weird smile:

"So have you tried putting yourself into a meat grinder? Or pouring it into a concrete pillar? Sometimes not dying can only mean that you will experience something more tragic."

Constantine said in the tone of someone who has experienced it.

Spider-Man casually took out a still burning firewood from the fire and lit the fire for Constantine.

Constantine left a deep impression on him, so he subconsciously followed Constantine's request.

"Stop talking nonsense, I wonder if it's dead?"

Rumlow said in a poignant tone, his hands already clenched the handle of the two-handed giant hammer.

Constantine was never pleasant with him.

"I'm thinking!? I'm thinking again? You think about death every day, what exactly do you get?"

Constantine shouted angrily.

Out of awe of force, he kept his distance well.

"I thought, as long as the enemy is destroyed, what does the issue of life and death have to do with me?"

Rumlow said lazily, and casually threw a beer can to Constantine.

"Can you not die if you are afraid of death? Can you live without being afraid of death? That is all nonsense. Only at that moment will you know the real answer to the question of life and death.

Is it the reluctance to this world full of pain, or the expectation for a new and unknown world? That will have to be answered when you are dying. "

Rumlow was a little rambling.

There must be something to accompany you on the way to become stronger, otherwise what is the meaning of the lonely scenery?

Rumlow glanced at Craig, then closed his eyes.

He didn't intend to continue discussing these issues with a somewhat strange person.

"By the way, what about the pet you plan to give to Bulkelso?"

Matthew asked curiously.

The little husky didn't know where it was now, which made him a little bit concerned.

"It was taken away by Banal, who said he wanted to cultivate a group. He also asked me to go back and find a bitch so that the husky could give birth to a group."

Rumlow chattered a little, and then completely lay down on the snow.

Banal loves farming.

It's much better to find something for him to do than to keep him wandering around in his spare time.

"At first, I just wanted to ask what the secret realm is, how did I go off topic to this place?"

Spider-Man felt a little awkward, so he complained.

"Peter Parker?"

A voice came, directly calling out Spider-Man's identity, which made Spider-Man stare wide-eyed at Constantine, who was shoulder to shoulder with Craig.

Only Constantine knew his identity, and now someone called out his name.

It would only make him think that Constantine had told someone else.

On the sacred mountain of Harrogath, Spider-Man has no acquaintances.

"Is it really you?"

Jessica's voice came real, and Luke Cage stood beside her.

Jessica greeted Spider-Man with the excitement of a long-lost reunion.

"Hello! Are you! Jessica Jones?"

Spider-Man responded to Jessica's greeting with some anger, and only recognized the figure when he turned his head.

The two are classmates in high school, yes, that is the Midtown High School that is full of talents.

Agent Venom, Spider-Man and Jessica Jones all graduated from here.

There must be something wrong with this place, otherwise how could it have bred a lot of superheroes?

"It's really been a long time. I haven't heard from you since graduation."

Jessica was a little overly excited, which made Luke on the side a little bit tasted.

"Ah, yes! I'm not doing very well..."

Spider-Man almost didn't know what he was talking about.

Jessica Jones had a slight affection for Peter Parker, but this affection was cut off long ago after graduation.

"This is my boyfriend, Luke Cage. You've probably heard the name Wonder Woman. We're talking about a date."

Jessica patted Luke on the chest and introduced Spider-Man.

Luke is a person worthy of her entrustment, which Jessica is very sure of.

The joy of reuniting with an old friend after a long absence is quickly worn away.

High school life was not so good for Jessica. The super power born in a tragedy will always bring back some painful memories.

In particular, this superpower brought her even more painful days.

Jessica soon lost interest.

"It's all over, and soon we can say goodbye to that nightmare with our own hands."

Lu took Jessica's hand and whispered.

The dresses on Luke and Jessica had been damaged in the previous battle with the Purple Man.

After returning to the holy mountain, thanks to the kind-hearted Aunt Mala for giving them new clothes.

It just looks a little rough, like the bear skin has been simply treated, but it is really comfortable to wear.

Jessica nodded, then smiled apologetically at Peter Parker.

"Welcome to Harrogarth, Spider-Man."

Luke Cage greeted Spider-Man, and he felt something different from Jessica's previous excitement.

But the mature Luke is not going to make a fuss about it. He and Jessica have a common story, and every day from now on is their common story.

The future is much longer than the past.

As barbarians, as long as they don't die in battle, they have a long enough future.

"Ah, hello. Just why are you here?"

Spider-Man has not recovered from the haze of his identity exposure.

The barbecued meat in his hand had cooled down in the cold wind.

"We? We're savages, of course we're here."

Jessica said with some doubts, and put her hands in front of her by the way.

On her finger was the ring Luke had given her, and a diamond was shining.

Constantine narrowed his eyes, and from that ring, he felt powerful energy!

Constantine needed such gadgets to arm himself.

So he left his new friend Craig and walked over.

"Whoa? This ring always looks familiar to me?"

Constantine spoke in that somewhat annoying tone.

"Then you're going to say what kind of loot is this? Or the one you lost?"

Rumlow didn't even open his eyes, and just said that.

Then Constantine was at a loss for words.

"Forget it, I'm more familiar with the routine of the black police than you. You need to know what I used to do."

Rumlow still didn't open his eyes, but he knew it was better to keep them closed.

Otherwise, it would be bad to see some bloody scenes later.

"I mean, the energy on this ring makes me feel very familiar. That diamond should be something mysteriously measured?"

Constantine didn't feel the slightest bit of embarrassment, and continued talking in another way.

This will help establish his persona as an expert in occultism, and it can also bring over what he said subconsciously before.

"That was made by Bulkelso with charcoal."

Luke said with a cold face.

Believe in Constantine or believe in Rumlow? This is not a question to think about.

Luke puts a hand on Constantine's shoulder.

The burly body made Constantine a little uneasy.

"Well, you have a girlfriend, right? And you're going to get married soon? Although I don't mind having another boyfriend, but this can't be..."

"Snapped!"

Before Constantine could finish his nonsense, Luke stuffed it back into his mouth with a punch.

"Good guy, I remember the last time I got a black eye from such a punch."

Constantine fell to the ground chattering, but he was secretly smiling.

This matter is over.

Even if the habitual "trick" before was just a passing slip, it would only bring more hostility.

That's not good news for a guy who's hell-bent on finding a teammate.

The barbarian is a powerful force with a high upper limit, and the combat power of the lower level is not bad at all.

Constantine didn't want to have a hostile relationship with these people.

"Ahem! Although I don't know how Bulkelso squeezed out the diamond, the abundant energy in that diamond cannot be easily imitated."

Constantine intends to prove his worth, and the knowledge of the mysterious test is the only thing he can impress these people.

Combat is not only about fighting head-on, but also includes all kinds of calculations and vicious curses.

On this point, Constantine is confident that he can provide a lot of help.

"Balza, speak!"

Luke frowned, and said to the head pendant on his waist.

"He's right, but I want to say that you should have hit Constantine's head a little harder with that punch before. If you kill that guy, you can definitely count it as killing the people!"

Balza's head lifted the restriction, and he chattered a series of words.

Luke hadn't asked him a single question since he got his head.

Long thoughts and solitude were driving him mad.

"Ouch? We're old acquaintances. Can you still get in touch with Hell? Balza?"

Constantine bent over and looked straight at the small pendant and asked.

He hadn't contacted the demons in hell for a long time, as if they never existed.

This made Constantine feel uneasy for a while.

The previous rash attempt outside the gates of Broadway had nearly ruined him.

Constantine wants to know what happened in hell.

Right now, the only demon he could find was Balza who had been made into a pendant.

The head of Balza didn't speak because he didn't get Luke's permission.

Constantine had to shift his gaze to Luke's face.

"say."

Luke looked at Constantine in front of him, as if he wanted to know what made a person walk on the most dangerous edge and provoke all dangerous nerves.

A man who doesn't care about dignity, who doesn't care about power.

How can a person who seems to have more than just revenge in his heart have the brilliance of justice?

Constantine is complex, with ambiguous positions.

But what he is always doing is undoubtedly contributing to the world, even at all costs.

"Hell has been enveloped by something higher dimensional. I'm just a pendant."

Balza hesitated for a long time, and then reluctantly said what he knew under Luke's order.

Wayne, who was a little further away, looked at Constantine's back, as if intending to engrave this man deeply in his mind.

Constantine is a bit weird and behaves completely illogically.

It's not crazy.

A madman also has a logic that belongs to a madman.

Just like the lunatic with the pale face and green hair.

Madmen have logic, but this logic is crazy in the eyes of normal people.

Not so with Constantine.

His behavior is often inexplicable and seems to have some purpose, but the way he does it is simply incomprehensible.

Wayne felt that this person was very dangerous and needed careful observation.

...

Rorschach's Diary

"Before, I saw justice incarnate.

He told me that everything I held on to was not a choice of justice. I am wondering.

By whose standard is justice measured?

Neither Boulquet nor Vorusk told me this. They seemed to be hiding a truth, and this truth they were encouraging me to pursue further.

I don't understand why a truth needs to be witnessed by me instead of being relayed by others?

Unless they can't.

So why?

A secret about Bulkelso, why did Bulkelso choose to let me get to the bottom of it?

Isn't this like a choice that most people would make? What can they get from me?

The personification of courage pushed me away from the judgment before their faces, and met the wrath of the savages with his own body.

I don't understand why he would do this, because I'm nothing compared to them.

I'm Rorschach? Justice is never compromise! "

Rorschach curled up in a dim room.

He was writing in his diary with a charcoal pencil he had sharpened out by himself.

The ancestors on the holy mountain laughed at his practice of writing diaries more than once.

But he still went his own way, and over time, the ancestors stopped asking.

Luo Xia's diary is not to leave something for himself, but to hope that he can leave something to the world after he dies.

Justice should be frank, nothing needs to be hidden in the haze.

So everything that is not visible is unjust in Rorschach's eyes.

Even Rorschach's original face is unjust, and the mask on his face is "Rorschach's" face.

He is just Rorschach's body, not Rorschach himself.

But now, he's a savage.

He can stand in front of everything with his own face, and then swing the hammer to smash the heads of those unforgivable sinners.

But he is still afraid.

A shaken spirit can generate a lot of negative emotions.

Such as fear, such as hatred.

"Are you still writing in your diary?"

Vader's figure avoided the sight of other ancestors and appeared in front of Rorschach.

In a panic, Rorschach put away the diary and charcoal in his hand, and then quietly looked at Vader in front of him.

Vader, who has a body, looks a bit bleak, with a shriveled face and high cheekbones.

The muscles on the upper lip were atrophied, and in the open mouth, he could still see that he was missing two canine teeth for tearing.

His eye sockets were sunken, as if he had been suffering some kind of torture.

With such a face, it was hard to believe that he was the Vader who always enlightened others.

"Well, it looks like you didn't intend to tell me this. But would you like to hear a story? A story about someone who always kept a diary."

Vader looked at the darkness in the room with empty eyes, and spoke slowly.

"You know what I'm most afraid of hearing?

It was the voice of an old man, he would always use the slowest, slow and anxious tone to say, "Heroes please stay."

Then tell a long story.

So long that no one can hear that story in full while awake, with the possible exception of me. "

Vader smashed his mouth, then lifted a square brick on the ground, and took out a book from it.

After casually flipping through it twice, the book was turned into fly ash in Vader's fingers, leaving nothing.

"Long ago? Perhaps not so long ago.

There is a warrior named Jorez who always likes to record everything he sees and hears in his diary.

There are deep thoughts and yearning for the future in the diary.

There are reflections on the war.

He would always see blood stains on his palms when he brushed his lover's hair with his hands. "

Vader spoke as if reciting a poem.

"Jorez heard a revelation about his fate from his lover one day.

He even saw the scene of the battle where he died tragically under fate through the eyes of his powerful wife, and recorded it in his diary in detail.

He began to think, what kind of power is fate?

Chorez did not choose to back down because of the revelation of fate. That battle was a war that the barbarians had to fight in order to compete for living space.

Maybe it's the same for the other party.

Everyone has the right to survive, but what should be done when the rights of the two parties are in conflict?

Jorez defied fate and went to a fork in the road!

He didn't die in that battle, but he made everyone believe that he died there!

For this he made a deal with the devil! The bargaining chip is a soul entrusted to him by his lover!

A soul with news about fate!

Yes! Just like you think! The Warrior Jorez succeeded!

He defeated fate!

But he will use the rest of his life to redeem his lover's soul from the hands of the devil!

Before the debt was paid, he died!

Only this diary is left!

And this diary fell into the hands of an annoying old man named Deckard Cain before he died, and only those who are entitled can finish this story. "

Vader was still whispering.

Rorschach felt something strange emerging from Vader's body!

That kind of hollow, weird. It seems to be full of resentment and also seems to contain sin.

Rorschach could feel that disgusting feeling from Vader's body all the time.

It was as if slippery tentacles had passed through the throat.

It's like a crab's claws and pincers are about to penetrate the wall of its own stomach.

"Jorez wants to complete that deal, just to get back a little bit of his lover's soul.

An incomplete soul is deprived of the right to a life. "

Vader stood up and stood in front of Rorschach.

The originally not so burly body suddenly swelled up.

The shriveled places on the face also swelled up as if they were inflated.

"And now my story is over, Rorschach."

Vader looked at getting Rorschach in front of him, Rorschach only felt that bursts of cold were enveloping him.

"I don't care who picks me! But I am who I am!

Rorschach will never compromise. "

Rorschach roared "loudly" with all his strength.

But the voice was still weak, only he and Vader in front of him could hear it.

"Jorez, what's the name of the demon that made the deal with you!"

Rorschach asked as loudly as he could.

He needs a truth!

Even die for it!

"His name is Azmodan!"

A red light flashed in Vader's eyes!

The moment he rushed into the dark soulstone and used the power of the ancestors to crush Azmodan's soul!

The pain and torment of the soul had already befallen him!

Andariel didn't help Bulkelso!

Instead, he tried his best to corrupt Vader's soul at this time!

Azmodan's sacrifice was worth it!

The Hell Lord will wipe out Bulkelso's chance to reach the top!

again and again! Until Bull Casso's death!

Warrior Joe Ritz!

The only barbarian to escape his fate!

Thousands of years of love!

Thousands of years of self-blame!

Salvation for thousands of years!

Each of these thousands of years has become the last bargaining chip to overwhelm him!

I'm still a little dizzy today, but at least I tried my best to update the 8,000 words.

I made up for the missing update yesterday.

This chapter is still very important, otherwise the seven demon kings of hell would all be like rookies, and they would not seem to be able to keep human beings alive.

Recover some of the foreshadowing of the Ring of Eikatan, Azmodan, and Andariel.

There are also some past events between Jorez (Vida) and Lecco.