Dark Savages Come To the United States

"What are you here for?"

Bruce Wayne said to Constantine with a cold face.

Holding a bat-shaped hatchet in his hand, it seemed that he could throw it directly at any time.

"I always feel that we are in the same group. I don't know if you feel the same way?"

Constantine lit a cigarette slowly and spoke in a casual tone.

By the way, he tightened his windbreaker so that his body would not freeze in the cold.

He closed the huge wooden door behind him with some hesitation. Judging from his movements, this was not an easy thing to do.

"How about that?"

Wayne threw the hand ax out with a normal expression, and the ax flew past Constantine's head, trimming the frivolous man's sideburns.

The ax went through the wooden door, making the place a bit more airy.

Except for a little bit of cold.

Wayne lifted the inside of his clothes and pulled out another hatchet from a row.

He likes to be prepared, after all, it's better to have gear with you than to pick it up from the ground.

"I have some questions about death that I want to ask, but obviously I'm not qualified enough."

Constantine flicked his cigarette butt, looked up at Wayne and continued:

"As for the barbarians, that's pretty much what I know. A bunch of noble lunatics, and to be honest, I don't like this way of fighting."

"What do you want from me, Constantine?"

Wayne's words were categorical, and there was no warning in it.

Although aware of Constantine's notoriety, Wayne still believes that the situation is still under his control.

At least he doesn't regard Constantine as a teammate yet. If there is any need to fight together, then just let Constantine leave by himself.

"Get a place to stay, and a chance to meet death."

Constance didn't look up when he said this, but just smoked his cigarette silently, his movements were a little wretched.

Just said a great name.

"Then do you want me to chop off your head?"

There was no emotion in Wayne's voice, and it was hard to tell whether it was serious or just a threatening joke.

To meet death?

Wayne knew what death was.

If Constantine is serious about this kind of statement, it will be a big trouble.

It's not that Wayne lacks courage.

It would be better to say that he has more courage than anyone else. After all, he faces fear every day, and finally chooses to make himself the feared object of evil deeds, which requires unparalleled bravery.

A prudent and learned man like him is well aware of Nietzsche's famous quote about gazing into the abyss.

But he was ready.

Especially after knowing that fear is no longer an invulnerable concept, Wayne has thought about how to defeat Diablo more than once in his heart.

"If necessary."

Constantine raised his head abruptly, but quickly lowered it again.

It's just that when he looked up, his eyes were bloodshot.

Obviously Constantine is not so calm now.

It was as if he had only really seen the truth of life not so long ago.

"This world is too strange, isn't it? Death seems to have forgotten me? Or have you ever had similar thoughts?

Rather, he excluded us. It feels like we don't fit anywhere. "

Constantine tested Wayne a little bit.

He wants to get something useful, and these will determine some of his actions in the future.

"Then you might just be a bit of a loner."

Wayne put away the hatchet while speaking, then turned around silently.

He has to keep fighting, after all, the prizes offered by the ancestors are worth his effort.

Now that there is an easier and clearer way to become stronger, he will not abandon it.

It's just more preparations, even if he is a little worried about using the emotion of anger as energy to fight.

"Well, I'm always out of the loop, but I'm also always right."

Constantine spread his hands, took a deep breath of the cigarette, and the ash fell to the ground.

Constantine sensed something was wrong.

Some big questions about the world.

This is something he felt faintly when he was learning the spells of the ancient one mage lineage.

The world excluded him a little bit.

This kind of exclusion he didn't find from Luke and the others.

And he didn't dare to test Bulkasso, or it was just that he didn't find a safe way to test for the time being.

It feels like being raised by a stepmother, who doesn't get the slightest attention in this world.

So he wants to get some news from death, preferably an answer.

"I try to love life, but what in this world is worthy of my love? Is it gay or gay?"

Constantine was a little bored.

Life was never easy for this man.

Fortunately, now he doesn't need to continue to worry about this matter.

"Hulk is going to crush you!"

With a loud bang, a burly green figure rushed in from the other side of the wooden door with an Earththumper on its head!

Then two huge bodies hit the ground heavily.

The smoke and dust all over the sky made it even more difficult to breathe in this poorly ventilated place.

"Cough cough cough! I said, it's not these stones you want to crush, right? Big man?"

The cigarette in Constantine's mouth was almost extinguished in the smoke.

Fortunately, I don't know what kind of stone it is, but it was completely broken after being smashed.

At least no gravel splashed on his handsome face.

"Huh? If I didn't say it, you can do it yourself!"

When Constantine saw clearly that the figure in the smoke was looking at him with angry eyes, his body shivered.

He has heard of the Hulk, although it is not a good reputation.

Hulk then lifted a thick stone pillar from the ground and walked outside.

Constantine really wanted to say please and close the door, but he chose to shut up when he saw the ground-thumper being smashed to pieces.

It also depends on the situation if you talk about it.

Besides, Constantine didn't think that Hulk's IQ could understand the meaning of his coquettish words.

"Hulk, are you happy?"

Betty Rose's voice came from the other side of the door, and Constantine could only tighten his coat tightly in desperation.

"Hulk is also loved by people, but why do people I see only love my body and that little money?"

Constantine took a deep drag on the cigarette, until the end of the cigarette turned red.

Constantine is definitely loved.

Just loving him represented a terrible price.

Those who love him will always disappear, and it will become like this over time.

Pulling out a single hair may not cause baldness, but if you pull it out one by one, you will eventually become bald.

...

"Hulk! Very happy!"

Hulk yelled at Betty loudly.

The current Betty may also be very pleasing to his eyes.

After all, seeing someone with the same "monster" appearance, he was kind to him, which warmed Hulk's mind, which was no better than a child's.

"Then let's go, let's find our next playmate."

It was very difficult for Betty to pull out a smile on her face.

It's hard to laugh with a bird's beak.

"Next!"

Hao roared loudly!

Then in the distance, an Earth-thumping Golem that was several times larger than the previous one moved over as if it heard the movement.

The Spirit of Cassius, who was standing not far behind them, rubbed his head with some headaches.

This big green guy is indeed a good seedling, but it seems to be too early to hit the crushing hammer now.

At this time, the ancestors on the holy mountain who could fight with the crushing hammer are all fighting, and the guy who is most suitable for fighting with this thing is Kurtur.

It's just that Kurtur couldn't leave.

For a while, Cassius really couldn't think of anyone who could get rid of this guy.

"Hulk! Smash!"

"Snapped!"

Cassius slapped himself on the forehead, and then caught the Hulk with an unbelievably dull expression in a flash!

The moment Hulk hit the hammer, he felt that something was wrong.

It took him a long time to wake up this little guy from his depressed state, and now he has to be autistic again.

As a well-known big devil, this guy is an old acquaintance.

I don't know how many crush hammers those idle hell devils have made, anyway, a brand new crush hammer will appear after a while, waiting for the nephalem to come to challenge.

It can be called a model worker.

"Hulk!"

Betty flew over with fluttering wings, hugged Hulk from Cassius's hand with a dull face.

That shrill cry made Cassius think of a rooster he had raised back then.

"Do you want to leave the secret place?"

Cassius said with some embarrassment.

Hulk is not yet an opponent of the crushing hammer. Although he can be beaten, it is not enough for him to win.

"Hulk!"

Hulk yelled, as if he was about to roll out of Betty's arms.

If Betty hadn't accepted Modoc's transformation, she wouldn't have this level of power. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise?

"Boy, this is not a battle you can face, do you really intend to continue?"

A burst of dangerous aura emerged from Cassius' body and pressed on Hulk's body.

"Woo~"

Hulk let out an angry roar, and immediately turned into Banner.

Even as a child, Hulk felt like a child with power and a strong beast.

Cassius' persuasion was still very effective.

"Ahem! This place is damn cold."

Banner said very uncomfortable.

Since he came to the holy mountain, he has been used to it.

Hordes of demons, masses of powerful incomprehensible creatures.

Now he just wants to know where to find clothes that are good enough to keep out the cold!

"Go back, it's almost over."

Cassius sent Hulk and Betty out of the secret realm with a bitter face.

If Kutur knew that Hulk had to leave because he hit the crushing hammer, then he probably wouldn't be able to spare Cassius.

"Who have I provoked? Does being disrespectful to victory really lead to a decline in luck in battle? Isn't this what those Aurak admirers are talking about?"

Cassius cursed and walked towards the crushing hammer.

fighting?

He's out.

He just wanted to confirm the identity of this hammer, so that Kurtur could find this "enemy".

Witness everything, the last recruit who persists may really not appear.

It's just a pity that Bulkelso has prepared prizes.

Even Cassius was a little jealous of that thing.

...

"Is it over?"

Qual-Kek finally arrived at the scene of the battle.

He spoke in a long and doubtful tone.

Everything went smoothly beyond his imagination.

Across the road, he saw the boulder that was shining ominously.

It all looked like he had conceived it in the first place, and what followed was a firework that signaled the end of this boring fight.

"You really think so?"

Baal's voice sounded muffled from within the boulder, although no one could see Baal's appearance through the boulder.

But Qualkek still had the veins popping up on his forehead as if he had seen Baal's disgusting face.

"I knew that if the devil king of hell wanted to conspire, he would always surprise me!"

Qualkek strode forward and walked past Lizi.

The mountain-splitting giant ax in his hand was adjusted to the position of the grip.

Qualkek doesn't need to be under the ax to maintain the center of gravity in the fight.

In other words, facing a guy like Barr, the best choice is to hold the end of the ax handle to make the attack heavier.

"The cold wind! Blow me!"

Qualkek sang a song of his hometown with a strange tune in his roaring voice.

"That is the fury of nature, and the freedom of the soul!"

"Boring old guy, no one wants to hear your singing."

Baal's voice interrupted Qual-Kek's roar.

On the stone ball that wrapped his body, traces of the blood from Olongus were flashing.

Some undetectable protrusions appeared on the surface of the originally regular stone.

"The old man is always rich in the wisdom of life, and pins his hopes on the young fighter.

Because the old body can't bear the endless anger!

But when I am old, I can still punch a hole in your head with an axe!

Yahoo! "

Qualkek's footsteps turned into a trot. Since the stone has no intention of exploding, let him ignite the final fuse!

Qualkek's footsteps turned upside down as if he was drunk, and his body swayed irregularly!

The ground under his feet was rotated and dragged out a trajectory with an arc!

"Is this your strongest attack?"

Barr's voice still came.

Although he couldn't see Qualkek's actions, that kind of anger turned into coldness and passed to him little by little.

"What I want is also this explosion. So are you going to let me get what I want?"

Barr continued to mutter.

Following Qualkek's actions, the cold wind on the high mountain turned into sharp blades, converging on the icy giant axe!

The gust of wind moved with the movement of the ax blade, and an ice-blue blade condensed on the giant mountain-splitting axe!

"You're just Baal's poor consciousness! Turn me into ruins obediently!"

Qualkek roared and stopped singing, and slammed the huge ax in his hand on the boulder!

There was a huge roar!

Sorry, there are some caveats.

The author covered his face.

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