Dark Savages Come To the United States

"A long dream, Bulkelso."

Sonya stood up straight, observed her injury and said.

Some literature and art are not barbaric at all.

Maybe it's because of the longer time spent with Li Min that Sonya has also undergone some changes.

It was difficult for Sonya to tell whether her strength had increased or weakened.

But what was certain was that she was alive and had the opportunity to swing the hammer in Malsayer's face.

He jumped lightly, feeling the lightness of his body, and what he said was a little insincere.

"What are you going to do now?"

Bulkelso looked up at Sonya in front of him, and asked with complicated emotions.

Then a fist that was not very delicate hit Bulkelso's nose heavily.

Powerful and rugged, it's savage.

"I want to beat you! And will you fight back!? Great Immortal King!?"

Sonia vigorously rubbed her fist away from Bulkasso's face, the blood was not wiped off, but fainted.

Nosebleeds gushed out of the broken nasal cavity like a fountain, and Bulkelso stood still without moving.

Sonya's anger was palpable.

It's more of a mockery of those who are superior.

Sonya's muscular body has little soft beauty, little kindness and compassion.

Sonya pinched the fist peak in her hand, and it creaked directly,

Contemptuous and full of mockery.

"Needless to say, you must be thinking of yourself as a high-ranking savior again, even though you never deny it.

The first generation of ancestors is brutal and deterrent, and Volusk is arrogant, so what are you?

Is it a boredom that thinks everything is under control? Or is it contempt for all this from the bottom of my heart?

Bulkelso, you are always like this. "

Sonya hit Bulkelso hard again on the bridge of his nose that was spurting blood.

The sound of fists and faces colliding is never very pleasant, especially when there is the movement of bones being discounted.

Sonya's power is still strong and should not be underestimated.

"So what? What I wish for is not beyond my grasp, and I will eventually fulfill your wish."

Bulkeso took a step forward and met Sonya's gaze, who was a head shorter than him.

The surrounding ancestors showed different emotions.

Hailab, for example, has a little bit of hope in his face full of disdain.

Maybe a wish-fulfilling person is enough to have them as a pillar, and there's nothing wrong with that.

It's just that it's not authoritative.

"Hey, Bulkelso. You always like to say that only the strong are qualified to sacrifice. Who is the strong in your eyes?"

Lai Ko said in a loud voice, containing some hostility.

She patted her shoulder, which had been wearing Canuck's evil shoulder armor at some point, and bursts of blood were shining on the hideous and huge horn.

Lacquer is alive.

Canuk can give his legend to any living barbarian.

Handing it over to Lei Ko is more appropriate than handing it over to Casillas.

After all, Lai Ko is strong enough.

"I!"

Bulkelso said flatly.

From the beginning to the end, only his own name was on the list of the strong in his eyes.

Noble makes one want to laugh.

"Then, I, who can make your nosebleed all over the place, am naturally strong."

Sonya took out a piece of leather that she had used countless times from her pocket, and wiped off the blood on her hands.

The power from the original ancestor is exuding a unique brilliance.

"Ready to fight? Old man!"

Sonya looked at Bulkelso and roared, pretending to be a challenger.

But by "battle", I mean facing Malthael and possibly Lilith.

Those two guys will definitely come over.

It might not even be too far away.

...

On High Heaven, Ozil finally regained consciousness from that damned pool.

The pain in his body was still constantly reminding him of what a brutal attack he had suffered before.

It is very rare to be injured by the aftermath of the seven-phase fist and bursting palm of the ten phantoms.

Most people can only experience it once in a lifetime.

Fortunately, Ozil is an angel, and there is a second chance to taste it.

There was a big gap between regaining consciousness and free activities. Ozil lay quietly and watched the spring water flowing in front of him.

Until, he saw a trace of blood!

"Demons! How can there be demons in the high-level heaven!"

Ozil let out an extreme roar, and the pool water burst into several beautiful splashes amidst the roar.

There was a demonic smell in the blood, which made Ozil a little unacceptable.

This feeling is as disturbing as having a pair of stranger's shoes on your doorstep.

"The high-level heaven has everything, but you have never seen it."

Izual spoke calmly. He stood outside the spring, looking at Ozil who opened his eyes hard and said.

Although Izual felt that the current state of Ozil might not be able to hear what he said, he continued to speak:

"Ozil, I thought you would always stand by Tyrael's side with your flame. Just like Tyrael was always guarding Malthael's side back then.

Only now, one person is no longer there. "

Izual muttered, the body covered with angel power, demon bones, and human flesh and blood showed a complex nausea at this moment.

Very disgusting, that smell is enough to make a hound retch.

Ozil doesn't look like a subordinate of the Archangel of Wisdom, that's right.

He is the flame of justice, similar to Izual, the sharp knife of justice.

In High Heaven, only Tyrael's subordinates can be described as a large number.

After all, justice has the most powerful power, and of course it has been followed by more angels.

It's just that Tyrell doesn't act very smart most of the time.

So Ozil chose wisdom and willingly became a pawn of wisdom.

Ozil was still roaring with all his strength, and the water surface that should have exploded only had a few small bubbles under Izuel's power.

Izual pressed his hands on his chest, feeling the two beating hearts inside, his expression was not so good.

Using a human body to maintain one's own life is a bit unreasonable for an angel after all.

In particular, the former Izual was noble and great.

"You won't be too far away from waking up, Ozil. It's just that you have changed from a pawn of wisdom to a pawn of balance. It probably makes no difference to you."

When Izual was talking to himself, he smiled.

Then a large piece of flesh and blood fell to the ground with a thud.

He didn't want to do that.

It's just that balance requires him to do so.

He needs to be the first to face Bulkelso's wrath.

The archangels are plotting against Bulkelso, and so is the Hell Lord.

Just because there is no need for an existence that exceeds the specification and cannot be limited in the originally balanced battlefield.

The same is true for savages.

Burkeshor was the nephalem's strongest bulwark, but it was also seen as a threat.

Perhaps the shadows cast by the angels and demons on the nephalem were too strong.

Believing in a living person is a little tough for someone who lives in a world full of corruption.

"Gulu Gulu~"

A series of bubbles formed on the surface of the spring water, and a few sparks could be seen after they exploded.

Ozil was still furious.

Izual was used to it.

The temper of the Burning Angel is not much different from those unreasonable barbarians, they are all the same.

Izual hesitantly took out a piece of flesh from the ground on one side, and looked at the fire on the spring with hesitant eyes.

It was given to him by Israel.

It is not stated whose flesh it is, but apart from the flesh of some archdemon or some nephalem, there is no other answer.

Izual should stuff this piece of flesh into Ozil's heart, and then let Izreal use the power of the high heavens to completely change Ozil.

But Izual was a bit hesitant to do it.

"A simple fool, anyway, if you have been calculated, you probably won't know why until you die."

Izual spoke a little weakly.

He covered his face with his hands as if washing his face.

Then the flesh and blood glued to his bones crackled and fell to the ground.

"You'd better die as an angel. Malthael is always right. I want to see the world he wants even when I can't stop it."

As Izual said this, he stuffed a piece of flesh into his mouth.

Then he chewed heavily.

"A smell of rats! And anger."

Izual commented on this piece of flesh and blood with an ugly expression on his face.

The answer has been revealed, the flesh and blood of Hamelin, and a little bit of Orac's corpse.

Both guys are not unfamiliar existences.

So Izual glanced at the position of the Angris Council, his eyes flickering.

Ozl has the flesh and blood of Hamelin and Orak in his body, and Izul doesn't dare to think about what it will be like when Ozl sees Masail or Burkasso again.

To be wiped out of life by death, tormented by an archangel as a corrupted soul?

Or facing Bulkelso, being chopped into minced meat, and then the part that belongs to Aurak is separated from the middle little by little?

"Squeak~"

Hamelin's cry came from Izual's body, and the flesh and blood immediately climbed up to the bones belonging to the demon, bonding the body that might be fragmented at any time.

The part that belonged to Aurak formed a skin that encased Izual's exterior.

At least now, he looks like a normal person.

Now it was Izual's turn to consider the previous question.

How Bul-Kelso would chop him up.

The spring water in front of him allowed Izual to see his appearance, which was almost exactly the same as Orac.

In addition, his own body shape is almost the same as that of Orac, so hiding is already impossible.

"Gulu~ you~ Gululu~ I know! Gululu~ you!"

A few words came out of the spring water, but they were not very clear.

Izual didn't want to stay here anymore, he knew that Ozil wouldn't say anything good at this time.

But he couldn't keep Ozil in the High Paradise.

Those who did not become targets according to Yserial's plan would probably only be crushed by the force of balance.

As for Izual himself, as a more important chess piece, Izreal will not destroy it easily.

"Whatever you know, but you should go."

Izual lowered his head and said.

He stretched out his hands and spread his wings.

Then he pulled a portal very hard.

This portal is opened according to where the scent of the farthest angel appeared.

Although this degree of difficulty makes Izuel a little puzzled, it can ensure that Ozil will not be sent to Izreal.

Izual felt that this would probably be sent to Imprius or Auriel.

After all, there are not many angels in this world.

No matter how bad it was, it was by Rorschach's side.

Ozil will be protected.

Whether it's meeting an archangel or a savage.

...

Thanos sat on his throne holding the weird weapon in his hand.

Looking at the angel-like Du Tianling in front of him, and the death maid full of death breath.

Ebony Maw is now sent for treatment.

When that guy was fighting with Du Tianling, he suffered severe frostbite, and his black tongue was shattered to pieces.

Fortunately, Thanos noticed something was wrong in time and came to the scene.

Then he defeated Du Tianling with a little effort, for the sake of Maid of Death.

After all, he is a guy who is willing to kill to please death, and the power of death is a pass for him.

Then, a portal was opened in front of them.

"Wow~"

A burst of holy spring water poured in directly from the other end, and the ground was wet everywhere.

The moment Du Tianling touched the spring water, there was a weird smile on his face.

Then I couldn't laugh anymore.

Because he saw Ozil!

His immediate boss!

"Don't let me know who you are! I will definitely burn you when I find out!"

Ozil got out of the spring and was finally able to speak clearly what he had said before.

The only movable mouth in the whole body is still emitting sparks.

The essence of being weak at this time, which should be strong, completely falls into the eyes of Thanos.

Thanos's fist-like chin shook, as if what he wanted to say was choked back again.

"I am the Destroyer Titan, Thanos. Who are you?"

Thanos organized his language and asked majesticly.

The tall body stood in front of Ozil, blocking Ozil's sight.

"Weird guy! Devil, right!?"

Ozil squirted straight away.

A little bit of strength recovered from his body condensed, and a small fireball was sent out, flying towards Thanos unsteadily.

Du Tianling, who was being interrogated on the side, wanted to say something, but couldn't open his mouth.

Seeing the embarrassment of his boss, Du Tianling thought why he came here.

The fireball floated gently in front of Thanos' face, Thanos waved his palm as if to repel flies, and was burned.

The power of the Burning Angel, even if it is weak, still has a higher quality.

Thanos' face changed, and then he noticed Du Tianling who was trembling a little.

"Lock this guy up and be careful!"

Thanos recruited a few subordinates and pointed to Ozil on the ground.

After Ozil was roughly taken away, he walked up to Du Tianling.

"You know that guy from just now?"

Thanos's question was full of courage, and Du Tianling had a mocking smile on his face.

"Angels don't need to hide behind the scenes! I am a member of the Dutian Spirit, and the one just now, the servant of the Archangel of the Wisdom Society, is the direct leader of all the Dutian Spirits! Burning Angel Ozil!"

Du Tianling spoke for the first time, with fanaticism.

The breath in his mouth was very cold, which made Thanos feel a little cool.

Thanos nodded when he heard the words. Although he couldn't figure out why the leader of a guy like Du Tianling who was covered in cold was a burning angel, he wanted to ask another person.

He pointed to the maid of death and continued to ask, "What about the other one?"

"Death Maid!"

Du Tianling gritted his teeth and said.

The cold angels don't like death either, because the power of death doesn't belong to the archangels.

"understood."

Thanos nodded again, then picked up his weapon, and slashed down heavily on Du Tianling's neck.

Angels and death don't sound like a good match, so the Dutian spirit and the burning angel were turned into the enemy's side by Thanos.

Ozil's intrinsic quality is very high, so he can be used as a test object.

Maybe it can come up with some new weapons.

Izual probably wouldn't have thought that there were angels in this world other than the ones he knew.

But Ozil will not be killed by ordinary means.

After death, it is just to return to the spring water of the high-level heaven.

But now, the soul of Du Tianling came from the spring in the high-level heaven.

And the soul of Du Tianling appeared right in front of Yizuer.

"Who did Malsail fight?"

Izual talked to himself.

In his cognition, there is no Du Tianling in this world, and the soul of this Du Tianling can only belong to Marthael.

"The nephalem are still powerful..."

Izual said something meaningful.

That's all for today.

4D will be updated tomorrow.

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