Dark Savages Come To the United States

"I didn't expect it to be so lively here?"

There was some surprise in Gu Yi's voice.

Before, she was confronting two hell lords. Although she didn't have such a fierce battle, just confrontation was actually a very exhausting thing.

After all, the Lord of Hell has never been a fuel-efficient lamp.

"It seems that this is the root of everything?"

After Gu Yi spoke, he glanced at the flustered doctor.

The doctor holding Niwei in his arms is in a very distressed state.

Facing a "girl" whom he missed an appointment with, how could the doctor face it calmly?

Although this is not the first time he has done this kind of thing.

"Hi, just call me Doctor."

Doctor Who's tone was slightly embarrassed, but overall there was nothing wrong with it.

"Doctor? This title reminds me of a lot of people."

Gu Yi was a little surprised.

After all, there will be many "doctors" in the near future, such as Doctor Strange, Dr. Dum, Dr. Voodoo...

In this world, it seems that beings who can be called "doctors" are not easy to deal with.

Even Tony Stark, who is struggling to get up now, is a doctor, maybe he can see Dr. Banner later...

"Okay, now is not the time."

Bulkelso interrupted the conversation somewhat rudely, and then pulled out the king's sword from his backpack.

None of the virtuous king's family in Candulas is easy-going. Leoric, the Skeleton King, left a deep impression on Bulkelso.

"Now, let Hellboy take this sword and chop off Nivi's head."

Bulkeso glanced at Nivi, who was rubbing against the doctor's arms like a kitten, and said with an unswerving expression.

"Well, I want to ask why you did this?"

When Doctor Who heard these words, he subconsciously tightened his arms. Fortunately, he was not the kind of mindless existence, so he didn't yell about it.

The long life and experience allow Doctor Who to face everything calmly most of the time.

A traveler traveling through time will not lose his cool easily.

No matter how difficult the situation is, he can think about how to solve the problem instead of roaring frizzily.

"His death is the end of time, and you should be able to understand when I say this."

Gu Yi lowered his eyes and said.

There is no way to clearly state the ancient one of time, but as a time lord, Doctor Who should be able to understand all this.

"So, I saw her death and approved of the ending?"

Doctor Who felt some moisture on his chest, Nivi carefully wiped away the tears with his face on his chest.

"I think we should deal with those guys first."

Constantine said in a little panic, the cyberman in front of him was about to walk out of the crack.

At this time, he couldn't continue to listen to this group of people discussing about time.

That was too far away for him.

"Rare things, I want to keep one for research."

Bulkelso pushed aside Constantine who was standing in front of him, and then looked directly at the approaching cybermen with the King's Sword.

He is also curious about the unknown.

"It's not difficult to deal with these guys, but if the time rift cannot be completely resolved, no one knows what will appear at the other end."

Doctor Who said his opinion, and then lightly patted Nivi on the back.

Though Rose had a weird look on his face as he did so.

"Is this thing strong?"

Bulkelso directly stretched out his hand, passed through the time rift, grabbed a cyberman's head, and lifted the guy out.

His move was a little too fast, and even Doctor Who didn't have time to stop it.

The existence of time rift itself is very dangerous, and the flow rate of time on both sides cannot be defined at all.

But Bulkelso easily withdrew his arm as if nothing had happened, and the somewhat dazed cyberman.

"May I ask, are you able to ignore the influence of time?"

Doctor Who asked Bulkelso cautiously, judging from the speed of action of the Cybermen, the flow of time at that end is much happier than that at this end.

Bulkelso didn't seem to be affected at all.

"How is that possible?"

Bulkelso brought the Cyberman in front of him and looked at it carefully, while responding to Doctor Who's question.

Time works on barbarians, especially with Bulkelso, a guy who can't ignore the rules.

"Then why don't you even feel uncomfortable?"

Doctor Who carefully took out his sonic screwdriver from his pocket, and pointed at Bulkelso.

He needs to analyze the existence of Bulkelso.

"You mean aging?"

Bulkasso broke the shoulder of the cyberman in his hand, preventing the guy from raising his arm to attack. Then he directly nailed the arm that was still emitting electric sparks to the ground with the King's Sword.

In the face of powerful physical attacks, even cybermen who can evolve autonomously have no good way.

Although they can adjust the structure of the body, the existence of the technology side is more reasonable after all.

Strength is their benchmark, so this group can only bear silently for the huge brute force.

"No, uncoordinated time has a huge impact on the body. It is an unbearable thing for life. It is as if the blood in your arm will flow at many times the speed, but your heart will still maintain The original beating speed, this cannot have no effect."

Having said that, Tony on the ground finally stood up and shouted loudly.

"The flow rate of the blood? What's the problem."

Bulkelso couldn't figure out what Tony meant, so he just turned his head and knocked off the other half of the cyberman's shoulder by the way.

"I don't even know where the end of the universe is, you tell me this?"

When Doctor Who heard Bulkelso's answer, he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Then let me put it another way, what is the average lifespan of your group?"

The question of longevity is just to satisfy curiosity.

Who knows how long the lifespan of the nephalem can reach.

"The average age is about five or six hundred? Anyway, all my friends died around this age."

Burkasso didn't know the average lifespan of the nephalem, he simply took a sample.

This sample is the three fools who died together.

"Then, you are noble!"

Damio finally found the space to interject, and he could understand the conversation.

"Over five hundred and sixty years old? About this age? Why are you asking this?"

Bulkelso cut off the cyberman's neck casually, because that guy seemed to be planning to use some high-tech weapon to attack, and his chest was flashing like a light bulb.

"How long can a savage live?"

Jessica covered her mouth and shouted in surprise.

A long life is something worth pursuing for every ordinary human being.

"How would I know? Anyway, I've never seen a savage die."

Bulkelso finally got disgusted with the topic, and Andariel was laughing like a fool in his mind.

It's like seeing something to be happy about.

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