Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Young people are full of vitality."

Lai Ko stood in the corner and muttered softly, looking at Craig in front of him, he couldn't figure out what Bulkasso's plan was for a moment.

The rules of life are in front of him and he still acts as if he doesn't know anything. This is not in line with Bulkasso's habit.

Lei Kou turned her head and glanced in the direction of the Elder's Temple, her eyes flickering.

She hadn't eaten for a while, too, so she might as well get something to eat now.

As for Bulkelso's plan, she just needs to keep observing.

No matter how strong the Immortal King is, it will be restricted.

Whether it's the holy mountain or the ancestors all over the mountains, even if these restrictions are not enough to match Bulkelso's, there is still her!

Lei Kou has her own things in the bottom of the box, and the abilities brought by the suit alone are not all she has.

The armor handed down from Laikou was her legend, and she can still come up with new things, but she is not sure whether she can play a decisive role in the face of Bulkelso.

In the temple of the elders at this time, Volusk watched Bulkasso walking towards the crack silently.

It seemed that he wanted to say something, but in the end it turned into a weak sigh.

"Vorusk, tell me now, and then go where you should go, and wait for me to realize your dreams!"

Bulkeso turned his head and smiled, a real smile in his eyes.

After devouring part of the consciousness of the first ancestor, he has already felt the power of the authority of life.

Although it's just a little bit, but with his powerful strength, it's no longer a problem to defeat the rules of death.

As long as Masail didn't get anything new, the only result waiting for him would be torn apart and deprived of authority!

"The body of the first ancestor is not completely damaged, the holy mountain is his body!"

Vorusk seemed to be infected by Bulkeso's self-confidence, and he said the truth casually.

It's just that the truth doesn't seem so beautiful.

The holy mountain is the body of the first ancestor, so the Immortal King only temporarily maintained his body?

Bulkelso looked directly at the weeping angels stretching out their hands towards him, and responded casually: "I see."

There is no surprise, it seems that this is not worth mentioning.

Volusk was a little dazed, and he saw Kanai's shadow on Bulkasso.

The one who shouts tradition is not necessarily the right figure.

Same no compromises.

The difference is that Kanai rejected the position of Immortal King with Two Ears, while Bulkelso chose to take over the burden.

There was Kanai's power in Bulkelso's body, and the tonic that gave up everything and entrusted his existence to Bulkelso made the two barbarians overlap too much.

Rather than saying that Bulkelso is the successor to the will of the first ancestor, it is better to say that he inherited Kanai's will.

Then chose another path.

Maybe he also inherited some things from the first generation, such as the name, and the goal.

"The Immortal King is the master of the holy mountain, not the servant of the holy mountain. But he also shoulders the responsibility of protecting everything on the holy mountain. So you have to protect that body, or become his body."

Volusk continued.

Is it to let the holy mountain continue to accumulate all the transformed powers of other barbarians and wait for the resurrection of the first generation?

Or let your body become the property of the first generation?

It doesn't seem worth thinking about.

"My name is Bulkelso too! And now, only I am called Bulkelso!"

Fury flickered on Bulkasso.

The two knives in his hand aimed at the crack in front of him.

The waist slowly twisted, like a clockwork being tightened.

Every inch of skin in a body without armor expresses the concept of strength!

"I think you need a battle armor, at least a formal suit."

Volusk said in a nutshell.

He still wants to make Burkasso behave like a transmission of civilization, and stop showing the world a misplaced image of a barbarian.

He also worries about more things, so it's not that pure.

At least, Kanai will not ask others for what he can't do.

Bulkasso's waist had been twisted to the limit, and the two knives in his hands continued to move.

Thunder and lightning began to accumulate on the tip of the knife, gradually turning into a ball of white light that is difficult to look directly at!

The storm did not go through the beginning of the breeze, but appeared in the room in an instant.

Fire and thunder were bred in the storm, and the cold froze all the water vapor in the air and turned into ice edges to mix in the storm.

Volusk watched carefully.

This blow has already surpassed the blow that Burkasso slashed at Masail at that time.

The twin swords turned into a white light, and appeared on the other side in just an instant, without any process at all.

Bulkelso's appearance is as if that frame of the picture has been reversed, and the left and right have changed.

The storm completely dissipated at this time.

The bodies of the Weeping Angels were completely disintegrated in Volusk's eyes.

That kind of indestructible thing, which theoretically requires something like a paradox to be solved, is destroyed in one blow.

"destroy?"

Vorusk asked curiously.

This performance is no stranger to him.

The picture of Baal when he started the killing is not much different from this one.

Breaking the rules was the first answer that came to his mind.

"It's power."

Burkesso has the answer.

Pure strength can bring many accessories, and destruction is one of them.

The double knives in Burkasso's hands trembled intermittently, revealing a joyous emotion.

Bul-Kelso's Solemn Oath and Bul-Kelso's Warrior's Blood sound like Bul-Kelso's weapons.

It's just that Bulkelso in front of him is no longer the oldest ancestor.

"Such a great power, our goal is about to be achieved. Hahahaha!"

The ubiquitous drake voice of Jotun Kuller came with excitement.

The soul drifted quietly to the side, looking at Bulkasso and Volusk.

Vorusk hadn't observed when he appeared, but it had apparently been a long time ago.

"Shut up, if I hear your drake voice again, I might take you under the knife."

Burkasso turned his head and glanced at Jordan Kule dissatisfied.

Bulkasso flamboyantly sewed his mouth shut, and even the silk thread formed by mana passed through his lips, making a tight seam.

Then he opened his mouth that seemed to be sewn shut and said, "It's been a long time since the anger from the heart."

Volusk was silent.

Sincere anger, this is another name for tragedy.

Wouldn't Bulkelso, who had lost his fear, lose his other emotions?

Fear and pain are protections for life, and losing them is not a good thing.

Bulkelso's feelings are covered with an impenetrable veil, which can be felt and displayed.

But not from the heart.

"It's good that Kanai can help you."

Volusk spoke with a choked voice.

At this time, he was considered to have completely accepted the result of Kanai's sacrifice.

The body shone with brilliance, and it turned into the Immortal King suit that he left before Kanai's tomb.

"My glory, I leave it to you. It doesn't matter if you use it as a formal dress or something else. You are now the Immortal King."

Volusk disappeared in a hurry, and then returned to the holy mountain.

There was still light shining on the crack that still existed, but nothing was visible inside it for the time being.

"Hey, are you going to kill that nagging Yzreal now?"

Jotun Kule shouted at the top of his voice, the mana on his body leaped like a layer of flame.

"And one more thing."

Bulkelso looked up at the floating Jotun Kule, squinting his eyes.

Then he jumped up suddenly and pulled out Kanai's Magic Box from the position of Jotun Kuller's heart.

"This thing cannot be entrusted to you for safekeeping."

There is no doubt in the cold tone.

Stop Bulkelso?

Jotun Kuller didn't have that idea yet, he just became more excited!

A real person!

Not a guy with a human body but only half of his soul pretending to be human.

Even though Bulkelso needs a final process to absorb all the memories, but now, the past and completeness are close at hand!

Luo Xia watched the actions of the few people present and said nothing.

He is feeling the power given to him by the Holy Mountain.

"Is this what you used to feel?"

Rorschach asked meaningfully.

The anger on his body burned up little by little.

Then began to grow.

What strength can the barbarian's holy mountain provide the barbarian?

There is only one answer, and that is anger.

Rorschach was now on the fast track to become stronger.

After a long time, Bulkasso said so.

"Be careful, don't be fooled."

This counts as a reminder.

Rorschach isn't up to his standards right now, if the First Patriarch intended to do anything.

At least Rorschach, who has not completely replaced the blood in his body, will not be his resurrection target.

And when Rorschach completed the blood replacement, Bulkelso would probably have fulfilled everyone's wish.

...

"Colson, your stench can't hide from my nose."

Anderson spoke softly behind Coulson.

Not loud, but enough to make Coulson tremble.

Although he is already the Venerable Skyhammer, he still feels intimidated when facing an angel.

Most people in this country have faith. Although Coulson doesn't believe it, there is still some awe.

"What's wrong? As an agent, isn't it normal to have blood on your hands and dust on your heart?"

Coulson said with a peaceful smile.

He still didn't know if Anderson really saw through his details, even if he couldn't cover it up, it was considered an effort.

"Agent, how sad."

Anderson said so.

Everything exists for a reason as long as it exists.

The same is true of the career of an agent.

And this profession is nothing more than the product of competition between people.

As an angel, Anderson began to shift from a compassionate perspective.

Luckily, no hilarious arrogance has been spawned yet.

"What's it like to be an angel?"

Coulson found a topic, even if he broke out with all his strength, it wouldn't take long to reach Jin Bing.

But now is not the time to do that.

The sky hammer in Coulson's hand is called the Believer, so he is a little curious about the gods that exist in the belief.

"An experience that seems to see the world clearly."

Anderson's voice was a little too high-pitched.

But this is his truth.

As a priest, he could only place his faith in the existence of gods, but now he is the god he once believed in.

A change in identity also brings about a change in behavior.

It's just that a portal suddenly appeared in front of their eyes, interrupting his intention to continue.

Looking at the portal, Anderson frowned. It's just that the expression hidden under the helmet will not be found.

A guy who everyone who knew his name would hesitate after seeing him appeared in sight, along with him in a mature body.

"Hey, brother, I just said that the barbarian's teleportation spell is really easy to use, at least it's much better than flying!"

Constantine patted John Wicker on the shoulder vigorously, and said with a smile.

Then he saw Anderson.

Then four people walked out of the portal one after another.

Nick Black Fury, Dugan, Spider-Man, and Rumlow.

Nick Fury's plane was scrapped, and there was nothing to do if they stayed on the holy mountain, so they left Hellboy and Liz first and returned to New York with the help of Rumlow.

As for Bucky, he and Steve have a lot to talk about.

"Konstantin, what's the matter with you?"

The holy flame on Anderson's body erupted, and the surrounding temperature obviously increased a lot.

As for Nick Fury, he was speechless at this time, looking at Coulson in front of him, his face was not so good-looking.

"I thought you were dead."

Nick Fury said to Coulson.

"I'm dead, but I'm alive again."

Coulson said with a trademark smile.

Rumlow looked at Coulson for a moment, then frowned.

"I always feel that something is wrong with you? Could it be someone pretending to be?"

Rumlow is no stranger to Coulson.

That's why he couldn't help asking that kind of change.

Although it is a taboo in the workplace to interrupt the director hastily, Rumlow has already left the job.

Fired by Nick Fury himself.

Now he is at most a part-time worker who experiences life, so naturally he doesn't worry about being put on small shoes.

John Wilkey had the gun in his hand, and a small ring on it.

That ring was always his reward, a consolation prize.

An iron ring made at will, but it is enough to make his body, which is at the peak of human beings, reach an extraordinary level.

This time, he won't be defeated by a few gangsters.

From the previous conversation, John Witkey felt that something was wrong.

It's not a bad thing to be a little more vigilant, at least it can prevent him from being killed under inexplicable circumstances.

As a former killer and now a member of the Secret Service, his keen sense has struck him more than once.

"I'm still me."

Coulson said with some eccentricity.

Now that he has met Nick Fury, it is strange not to say anything.

With this little time, he can think of a suitable answer to perfunctory Nick Fury.

For example, for things like being saved by Modok, he needs to come up with a statement that doesn't have many flaws in a short time.

Moreover, for S.H.I.E.L.D., resurrection is a thing full of side effects. Even if Nick Fury doesn't believe it all, he won't ask on the spot.

Director Black Heart is not the kind of person who doesn't have a city government, he secretly investigates afterwards.

"The great Venerable Skyhammer!"

Coulson's words were ruthlessly taken over, but he is an elite agent, and he will not tell his true situation just because of the guidance of a voice.

So he answered like this.

"What is Venerable Skyhammer?"

Coupled with just the right expression of doubt, there is no flaw at all.

Constantine's speech skills are top-notch, but it is not easy to guide an elite agent like Coulson to expose information.

Especially this agent is now full of dikes.

Constantine curled his lips, looking disappointed, looking at Coulson with eyes full of eagerness to try.

For Constantine, Coulson is a good opponent.

At least it is more than enough to practice your own words.

He trusts his feelings more than he trusts Mei Dao.

This is how he survives.

This chapter is 4,400 words, and the 3,600 words that are short of the 8,000-word update will automatically evolve into a chapter with more than 4,000 words, which will be provided later.

I fell asleep all day today, so I can only endure it.

Regarding the big reward from the boss, it seems disrespectful not to thank you in time.

But I don't think it's appropriate to separate it from other readers' tips.

In the end, it was decided to give thanks in the report at the beginning of next month.

Thank you gentlemen readers.

Thanks.

The next chapter will be up by about two o'clock.

Tomorrow's update is still guaranteed to be no less than 8,000 words.