Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Bruce, you saw the battle between Imprius and Lecco from those things, do you have anything to say now?"

Craig's fists were hanging by his sides, and the beard that hadn't been shaved for a long time had grown thickly on his face, which looked like a monk.

The wall in front of him was already full of fist marks, as well as some burn marks left by the high temperature.

"What can I say? Are they too strong to turn into dead people and stop showing up? To be honest, I had this idea, it's just that it's not an easy thing to do. So now I just put that idea on hold for now go out."

Bruce Wayne speaks his mind frankly, and there's nothing to hide.

As Bruce's guide, Klick already knew what kind of guy Bruce was like.

Respect life, but be wary of everything.

Kolick made it clear at the time that he would not try to change Wayne.

Everyone should live according to their own will, especially for soldiers.

Chaos, justice, or whatever, the barbarians don't care too much. As long as it's not evil, it's fine.

Wayne turned around and threw Lafite to Craig, with a smile on his face.

Thinking of Kerrick's recognition of him, Wayne felt very comfortable, and even his mental state relaxed a lot.

Craig caught the bottle casually and placed it directly on the side table.

Drinking is not a big deal, neither Vandaloni nor Kharazim have any special views on alcohol.

Although monks are warriors full of beliefs, there are not so many messy precepts in their beliefs.

Slay demons, slay corrupted templars, slay those cultists.

Fighting in the wilderness where there is no food, all the food they encounter will be put into their mouths, and of course they will also say the glory of Ita.

It's just that Craig simply doesn't want to drink right now.

"Of course you can think of these methods, you can also think of ways to kill them, and even kill me. But you think too complicated of simple problems, you have infinite possibilities, you can become stronger, and become more powerful than anyone else. powerful.

Then smash the High Heavens, the Burning Hells, and even Mount Harrogath to pieces with your will. This is the only way you can succeed. "

After Craig finished speaking, he turned his head again, punching the wall again and again.

There were bursts of muffled noises on the wall, and Craig got used to all boring things after getting the memories of the two legendary monks.

The muscles on his body continued to tremble slightly, slowly making this body stronger.

Mr. Immortal has a unique body.

That's what the rules of life are made of, plus Nephalem's blood gives Craig a chance to become stronger than anyone else.

The experience and memory of the two legendary monks will allow him to quickly pass this difficult time!

Quietly exercise, quietly become stronger, until the moment when he is needed.

The Demon King of Hell doesn't know of his existence, and the high-level heaven is also unaware of it now.

The hidden power can only reflect its greatest value when it appears at a critical time.

"What do you think the nephalem are to us?"

Bruce retrieved a bottle of expensive-looking wine and a glass.

Sitting in the chair, he looked extraordinarily relaxed, as if this question was just a small talk to him.

The blood-like wine was slowly poured into the glass, and traces hanging on the glass wall could still be seen.

Wayne was waiting for Craig's answer, but fortunately Craig didn't keep Wayne waiting too long.

"It's a hero, but it's also a catastrophe."

Craig's body paused, and after saying this, he no longer cared about Wayne.

Things are not set in stone, and none of that matters.

The pantheon that the monks believed in never asked the monks to follow a certain trajectory, they were all free.

"Master, there is a Ms. Amanda Waller who wants to see you, and said that she has made an appointment with you in advance."

Ah Fu's voice came from the stereo in the Batcave, and Wayne nodded and left here directly.

Amanda Waller said that there is a major matter that can help Gotham City restore order to discuss with Bruce Wayne, and Wayne is a little interested in this.

Amanda Waller, a pure humanist?

Or a mutant discriminator.

This guy's idea has already had many supporters in this country, and it is full of temptation.

Even though the appearance looks mean and annoying, she can always come up with something interesting to convince those officials.

Wayne is very curious about what this guy's plan is for coming here. If it's just to solicit sponsorship, it doesn't fit this guy's personality.

...

In the Burning Hell, Diablo was sitting on the throne in the middle, with no expression on his face.

When Diablo showed the original posture of the demon god of hell, as long as he was not smiling or something, there would be no emotion on that face.

Baal was sitting on the throne on one side, and there was only a mass of destructive energy constantly surging on the ground.

"Diablo, you won't let me put away the destruction at this time, so what else do you want to talk to me about at this time?"

Barr's tone was not at all polite.

Although destruction is more suitable for fighting than fear, Diablo cannot be defeated by those who are afraid.

It's like a weird cycle.

Barr doesn't like his younger brother, because although the devil kings of hell are different in nature, they overlap more!

When they cooperate with each other, they are very intimate, and they will hold back their legs at critical moments, making each other's plans fall short.

"It's unreasonable that I didn't gain anything when I came here. If we are trapped in the Burning Hell by Bulkasso at this time, what will happen?"

Diablo's seemingly casual words caused Barr's inner pressure to surge.

Barr has what Diablo needs, but Barr can't give it to the other party.

The personality of the Destroyer Demon God, that was one of the things Barr promised to give to Bulkelso.

This is also a cooperation reached under the witness of the Archangel.

The relationship between courage and Barr is a bit unclear, and it seems to be no different to describe it as love on the battlefield.

But the premise of those is that Diablo still exists and is still strong.

When fear is killed, then the being that governs these becomes courage.

The combination of courage and fear, Barr didn't want to see such a guy appear.

Whether it's Diablo or Imprius.

"That would cost us everything and just wait for Bul-Kelso to pray that some accident will let us out before wiping out our souls.

But you also know that there are still two archangels with their own personalities, one is Yzreal who is always hidden, and the other is Malthael that you and I have to avoid! "

Barr's speaking rhythm was a bit slow, and he was buying some time to think.

Diablo wouldn't care, they both knew each other's plans.

But now they have to work together.

"So if we don't become stronger now, we will become victims. I cannot accept whether it is part of Masail or part of Burkasso."

As Diablo spoke, heat began to radiate from his body.

His mood is not calm.

Barr looked at Diablo in front of him, and couldn't tell whether it was a disguise, sincerity, or both?

"I will hand over this destruction belonging to Annihilation to Bulkasso as soon as possible. He may not know the source of this destruction, or even if he knows, he will have no idea. Because he is powerful, he will naturally be arrogant.

It's like the guy at the top doesn't understand the needs of the bottom. He didn't understand what the weak were for a long time. "

Barr slowly closed his eyes, and carve up all the valuable things in Annihilation. This kind of experience seems to be very good.

But as a debtor, it's a different story.

The pressure of Diablo in front of him made Barr slowly close his eyes.

Destruction began to flow continuously in the body, and he seized the time to clean up all the things on the body that did not belong to destruction.

Barr began to feel fear in his heart. Fear can be destroyed, but as long as he is alive, fear will continue to arise.

Such an approach would only allow him to hide Diablo's perception.

"Do you think a guy like Eternity would take the piss out of Bul-Kelso at the end of Annihilation? What if their relationship isn't much different than ours?"

Diablo said so, still expressionless.

Use the destruction of oblivion to appear on Bulkasso to put eye salve on the gods of this world.

Even if Burkasso could not fight them directly, as long as there is a gap, it can change the balance of victory and defeat in this battle.

"Then they will fear us, which is what you wish for."

Barr answered like this, he already understood what Diablo wanted to do.

The only existence that can truly ignore fear from the front, Courage Imprius!

But this is not an existence suitable to be regarded as a target at this time. Courageous, stubborn and strong, he still has hope.

But now it is impossible for the two hell devils to go out to attack Imprius at the same time, because that will inevitably attract the group of nephalem.

The delicate balance of holding each other, seizing a possible opportunity is the tacit understanding between each other.

Nephalem need to catch the Hell Lord who is alone, and the Hell Lord is looking for opportunities to become stronger.

And the archangels need to maintain this relationship, and then eat it all at the critical moment?

Perhaps Israel thought so.

The existence of Prius is still difficult for Diablo, and their next goal is thus finalized.

The next conspiracy of the Hell Demon King may be an assassination, or it may be to corrupt an existence that has a close relationship with Imprius.

In short, they will find a way to hurt and kill Imprius.

After the courage belongs to Diablo, unless Bulkelso can divide his soul again, he will not be able to escape such control!

There will also be an update of a chapter of no less than 3,000 words.

If it goes well, it will be about 4,000 words.

Thanks.