Dark Savages Come To the United States

After Spider-Man controlled his emotions, the scene in front of him temporarily made him lose the ability to speak.

Jin Bing's body emerged in front of his eyes, his whole body was covered with golden light patterns, and in the flickering golden light, he could faintly see the flash of blood and black energy.

Jin Bin held a dim giant hammer in his hand. The head of the hammer looked like a cylinder, but the daunting and ominous energy on it made Spider-Man's body tremble constantly.

The ground is full of cracks, and the constantly churning magma illustrates the threat posed by the previous meteor fall.

The crowd tried their best to dodge, but the moment the meteor hit Jin Bin, they all fell into a coma.

Only the sirens were still ringing.

"Spider-Man? Did you see that?"

Jin Bin's voice sounded like a rescued person falling into the abyss of endless fear.

There is a depraved magic in the trembling voice.

Following Jin Bing's words, the strong energy around him exploded suddenly.

Waves of hurricanes spread outward with Jin Bing as the core.

[He will die, that's not Jin Bin! 】

【That's a monster, I can't defeat it! 】

[I want to run! Stay away from that monster! 】

Such a voice in Spiderman's heart kept ringing, but his body didn't listen at all.

Spider-Man was instantly shattered by intense fear, leaving only the strong survival instinct of a living being swelling wildly.

"I didn't expect to be seen by you, but it doesn't matter. You have failed!"

Jin Bing didn't even open his mouth, but these words were clearly conveyed to Spider-Man's ears.

And in the next moment, the lines on Jin Bin's body disappeared, and the surroundings returned to their original appearance as if nothing had happened.

The huge hammer shrunk little by little in front of Spiderman's eyes, and then became a pendant-like thing that was gold and stuffed into his pocket.

"I will stop you! No matter what power you get!"

Spider-Man forced the words out of his mouth in the humblest trembling voice possible, then turned to Kim and held out his arm.

But even if he performed the movement that could shoot spider silk from his wrist, there was no slight change.

"Okay, little spider, I don't want to deal with you now, although I'm a little curious about your identity."

Jin Bin walked out from the center of the crack on the ground as he spoke, straightened his suit without any panic, and then walked silently to the building he was going to at the beginning.

"Once fear is born, it will become my strength, but the idea of ​​'fear me' has been firmly engraved in your mind like a steel seal.

Son, go home. This is where the game of heroes ends. Then slowly live the rest of your life in the fear that I brought you. "

Jin Bing walked past Spider-Man with a wobble.

The identity of Venerable Skyhammer was not a foreshadowing originally arranged by Kuer.

At this time, Kur has become Diablo.

And the power in these hammers was beyond the comprehension of the hapless god of fear in Kool.

Contactees are no longer brainwashed to become another person, but instead become villains retaining their original consciousness under Diablo's power.

Their goal is nothing more than to create fear, so that humans become potential subordinates of Diablo in constant fear.

Fear is the emotion that drives people crazy, the only straw that people can grasp at in despair.

When Diablo appeared in the eyes of everyone with his real body, these people who were filled with fear would turn into demons in an instant.

And he, Jin Bin, became Diablo's most sincere subordinate the moment he came into contact with the Sky Hammer.

As the lord of the New York underground, King is the perfect man to instill fear.

People don't fear an incomprehensible thing, any fear is born for a reason.

Gold does not represent the fear of survival itself at the bottom of the spectrum.

"I want……"

Spiderman's body trembled constantly, but he couldn't say the words "stop you".

This fear lasted until Jin He left the scene, and he barely regained control over his body.

Spider-Man turned around without saying a word, and then turned a blind eye to everything in front of him.

Back home feeling the effects of the emotion of fear.

...

"what is that?"

Luke and Jessica were sitting in front of the blacksmith's shop distributing dog food.

They are now S.H.I.E.L.D. non-staff and don't need to run around for a living.

But after the two became savages, they had a keen interest in unexpected events.

Jessica, who was leaning on Luke's shoulder, grinned at Luke's question in a daze.

"You have to take a good look at the store. It's not closed yet."

Jessica reached out and rubbed Luke's shoulder, smiling.

"Then you plan to go now?"

Luke was a little helpless.

As a clerk of Bull Casso, he can't be absent from work without reason, but Jessica is just here to accompany him, and is not under this restriction.

"I'm going to take a look. Although I don't know why, I always feel that there seems to be something worthy of attention in that place."

Jessica stood up, looked at the direction of the meteor Rorschach and said something meaningful.

"Why don't you wait a bit and let's go there together after I get off work?"

Luke twitched his face and responded helplessly.

"I don't."

Jessica gave Luke a charming look with a charming smile. Then walked over there.

It's not easy for her to take off directly under the watchful eyes of everyone, that kind of action will bring a lot of trouble.

So Jessica just smiled and waved at Luke and left.

Luke sat on the bench bored alone, took out a bottle of vodka from his backpack and sipped it.

How much of his wine is left is completely under Jessica's control. Although Jessica will not limit Luke's drinking, he feels that he should drink less.

After all, lovers in TV dramas always tell each other like this.

Luke felt that he should adapt to this kind of life in advance, and he didn't want to be the one who persuaded others.

Because only those who are persuaded can enjoy that tenderness.

"Luke, Jill will be handed over to you and Jessica tonight. I have something to do."

Just as Luke was thinking wildly in his mind, Frank walked up to him and said this.

He didn't have the slightest interest in the previous meteors, but tonight it was time for him to officially collect souls.

Frank wouldn't lay his hands on someone who had done no evil, even if that person might be classed as an interesting soul by death.

But there are so many hungry villains in this world, every one of them dies is a contribution to the world.

Frank is willing to spend a little more time looking for it, and then maintain the existence of his wife and daughter.

Killing villains is the job of the Punisher. Even though he is the agent of death now, the identity of the Punisher has not been stripped from him.

"Looks like I'll have to stay at the blacksmith's until dawn again today."

Luke said helplessly.

Now he doesn't even know how to wield a hammer to forge, and lives like a simple security guard.

"I'll come back to prepare tomorrow's breakfast. If it goes well, it won't take much time."

Frank said to Luke, then turned silently and returned to his new home.

Now is not the time for him to act, that will have to wait until dark.

Taking advantage of this time, he needs to sleep a little longer so that he can wake up at night.

"I had to figure out a way to get someone else to do my shift."

Luke took a sip of his drink and said so.

At this time, the S.H.I.E.L.D. has already arranged manpower to investigate the previous meteor crash.

A large group of rich people gathered at the location where the meteor fell.

Although they are not guys with clean backgrounds, these people cannot be given up yet.

The mass coma of the crowd over there is already a supernatural event. In order to prevent the occurrence of supernatural crimes, S.H.I.E.L.D. has sent Hawkeye, who has been on vacation for a long time.

And Coulson's current situation doesn't seem to be much different from Melinda's cavalry, always busy with some less important things.

It's not that Coulson lost Nick Fury's trust, but that he is still in the recuperation period for the previous things.

So the important work was handed over to other agents, and Coulson was always on standby.

This is probably the vacation Nick Fury gave him.

"Colson, let's have a drink when I come back."

Hawkeye said this to Coulson in the S.H.I.E.L.D. building, and then directly boarded S.H.I.E.L.D.'s special car.

"Agent Patton, wait for me, I'm going on this mission."

Coulson shouted anxiously to Hawkeye that his work style does not require him to clock in and go to and from get off work on time every day.

If even agents had to clock in, the world would be completely over.

Is it true that people who do latent work have to put on a smiling face at some technological product every day to be counted as a job?

That's ridiculous.

"I think it's better for you to take a break, your state is a little bit wrong."

Hawkeye looked at Coulson who was directly sitting on the co-pilot and said this.

Since Coulson's proposal to go to London was rejected, he has been a little nervous.

Also looks haggard.

"Only by being busy can I remain the elite."

A smile flashed across Coulson's face, and then he spoke to Hawkeye.

His latest job is to investigate Spider-Man's intelligence, and news of Spider-Man's appearance has just come back from that scene.

Coulson was about to lock down the identity of Spider-Man, this time just to see if there were other gains.

"It seems that you have made up your mind, so let's go."

Hawkeye gave Coulson a meaningful look, then started the car and started to move.

...

"I seem to feel something?"

Bulkeso looked at Odin in front of him and said in a suspicious tone.

It wasn't that he felt the breath of the Demon King of Hell, but that Azmodan and Andariel in his mind suddenly became a little too active.

This is very unusual.

Odin just looked at Burkasso without saying a word.

He didn't know what Bulkelso had discovered, and he even said that if Bulkelso felt the breath of the demon king of hell, he wouldn't be of much help.

There is some commotion in Asgard right now, because Thor and Loki haven't been in the public eye for a while.

This will inevitably lead to some discussion.

But Odin's face suddenly changed.

He sensed some unexpected changes in Mjolnir.

Another hammer appeared over there, and he felt something familiar on this hammer.

"Kur!?"

Odin said his brother's name with some horror.

Kool's appearance means that the prophecy about Thor may have begun.

When driving Kur from the throne, Odin found that it was impossible for him to kill him.

Only Thor who became Thor can do it, but that also means that a tragedy will happen.

This made Odin feel awkward.

He wanted to protect his son, and for this he would cut Asgard off from Earth.

"Then what is the god of fear? What happened to him?"

Bulkasso frowned and said so.

The word fear has an entirely different meaning for Bulkelso.

"Beside Mjolnir and my son of the hammer appeared another hammer with the power of my brother."

Odin had no obstacles when he said this, or he had accepted the "fact" that the son of Odin was his son.

"It seems unusual."

Bulkeso rubbed his beard and said.

"It seems that Natasha went there?"

He spoke with some uncertainty.

Although Bulkelso could feel the state of those few barbarian recruits, he didn't pay attention to anything deliberately.

After all, barbarians are not rare now.

If he kept paying attention to those little guys, he might not have time to do other things.

"I'm going back, the current Asgard can't let me leave for too long."

Odin bowed to Bulkasso as a gesture, and then called the Rainbow Bridge with apologies.

Seeing the bright light, Bulkelso curled his lips, and then used his own strength to block the escaping energy from the Rainbow Bridge.

Harrogath is the sacred mountain of the barbarian, and even unintentional damage is unacceptable to him.

"Cassius!"

Bulkeso shouted loudly, and then the voice of Cassius appeared beside him.

"What's wrong? Is there any other situation that requires me to fight?"

The braid on Cassius' chin flicked.

"Where is your heir?"

Bulkeso glanced at Cassius, and then felt his blood pressure rise a bit.

Since he came back last time, Cassius has been teasing Olongus with the battle he experienced, trying to free Olongus with a battle of water.

"How do I know? Could it be that your actions back then were under the attention of your mentor?"

Cassius squinted his eyes and said so.

Then Bulkelso had nothing to say.

Back then, after he got the help of Volusk, all his whereabouts were under the control of Volusk.

Immediately after he broke Leoric's bones, he saw the mallet of Vorusk.

It was at that time that he made his choice.

"I feel like that child is going to be in some trouble. You really don't want to take a look?"

Bulkasso took out a mace casually and slapped it on the palm of the other hand, with some dissatisfaction with Cassius in his eyes.

"If you want to beat me up, just say so, there's no need to use such silly excuses!"

Cassius snapped off his fingers and made a series of crackling sounds.

"I have something to do and I can't leave, anyway, go and have a look before your physical state is released! Do you understand what I mean?"

Bulkeso's hand was pinching the mace, and the poor mace let out a moan of overwhelm.

Bulkasso raised his chin towards the gate of the holy mountain, and then Cassius left cursing.

Cassius will not do exactly what Bulkelso asked, but he will still do it if he pays a little attention to his heir.

After all, it seems that these recruits are opportunities for the barbarians to continue to develop, and it is better to avoid unnecessary losses if they can.

"You came for the ring on your finger?"

Bulkelso said to Steve who had just walked.

"Yes, I heard them say what you should know about this ring."

Steve raised the justice lantern ring in his hand, his tone was very calm.

In other words, if there is anything in this world that makes Steve not so calm, it is probably the one about Peggy Carter.

"Leaving aside the matter of the Light Ring of Justice, do you want to gain power?"

Bulkelso asked casually, he was now carefully looking at Steve in front of him.

The noble and human character reminded Burkasso of Johanna who fought with him back then.

As soon as he thought of Johanna, he thought of those demons who offended Johanna were dragged hundreds of miles by that rough woman on horseback.

By the time those unlucky demons were put down, they were completely invisible.

It looks like the devil of hell would have to frown upon seeing it, although the devil of hell has basically no hair of any kind on his body.

"I thought maybe I wasn't fit to be a savage."

Steve said that with a smile.

He yearns for the power of barbarians, but he still can't accept it if he is asked to fight in a barbarian way.

Steve likes shields, because shields never take the initiative to attack, more to protect those who are weak.

His faith and character are indeed noble.

"I feel so too."

Bulkelso took out a flail from his backpack while talking, and then flicked it a few times.

As a master of weapons, Bulkelso was skilled in wielding the flail, but the flail seemed to be "dead" and did not give Bulkelso the slightest feedback.

Even Steve could see that.

"Here, and try."

Bulkelso handed the flail in his hand to Steve, speaking in a rough tone.

Arkhan's Supplement.

Legendary flail.

Of course, this is an imitation of Bulkelso, and the original legend is still in the hands of those crusaders.

This flail is not extremely powerful, but it is also considered a masterpiece.

But just like its name, this is just a backup weapon for the powerful crusader Akhan.

It is possible for the crusader to master the other two skill runes in the state of the Arakat warrior.

It's pretty useless.

Johanna should be the closest to Bulkelso's comrades-in-arms, although Li Min, a talented mage with terrifying talent, must be eliminated.

But Johanna has already achieved some results on the way of skill fusion and release. At least in terms of the function of transforming the Arakat warrior with her own power, she can release all skill rune forms at the same time.

Steve took the flail from Bulkelso's hand with some seriousness, and then the flail was dropped.

Although the flail is not the top, it is not something that Steve can pick up with his physical fitness.

"It seems that you are not close, so you probably have to wait until Imprius takes the time to get that power."

Bulkasso had no intention of continuing.

He remembered that when Johanna became a crusader, she touched the legendary crusader Novad's assault suit.

Just a touch, and Johanna became a crusader directly.

While this may have something to do with Johanna being a nephalem herself, the replica of Arkhan's Piece is a legend with Johanna's powers.

If Steve didn't get that kind of approval, he would have to wait for Imprius to teach him himself.

"I've never felt the power to achieve it overnight is something to brag about."

Steve understood what Bulkelso meant.

But he didn't have the slightest thought of regret.

When he became Captain America, the super soldier serum did not give birth to him as a super soldier.

After all, it was a somewhat helpless choice.

The Red Skull also used that power to become powerful, and Steve was a little wary of the power that could be replicated.

"What nonsense."

Bulkeso shook his head.

The power of nephalem has never been obtained overnight, and one has to work hard to become strong. This is the simplest truth, and no one will disagree with it.

The previous test was just to see if Steve could get the seed of the power of the Crusaders.

If it succeeds, then Steve will be able to enter the secret realm to obtain the blood of the nephalem, and then embark on the road to becoming stronger earlier.

"The Lantern of Justice is a very strong legendary thing, Johanna, I mean one of my comrades in arms used its power to protect others for a long time."

Bulkelso looked at the Justice Lantern Ring in Steve's hand, and there was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

"At that time, Johanna was simply unshakable. Even the devil of hell would have a headache when facing her."

Bulkelso thought of the past days and said a few more words.

In his mind, Azmodan and Andariel started arguing again.

Johanna played a very important role in the battle against Azmodan, and she single-handedly pulled all of Azmodan's demon army.

Unwavering like a rock in the waves, until Azmodan was dealt with.

"At that time, if that damn mage didn't involve my energy, how could you cut my body to pieces!"

Azmodan roared loudly in Bulkasso's mind.

He kept finding reasons for his defeat.

Among the demon kings of hell, only Azmodan is the one who values ​​winning and losing the most. Azmodan will do his best to win every battle, although not every time he will get his wish.

"Then why didn't you come out and reason with me when I chopped off the head of the Great Demon God?"

Bulkelso said rudely and contemptuously.

In his relatively long life, the time when Bulkelso became stronger the most was when he was with Li Minsanya and the others.

It's as if the nephalem's blood resonates when they are together.

During those days, Bulkelso grew from being able to rival a hell devil to being able to defeat a great demon god.

"What?"

Steve was a little puzzled by Bulkelso's sudden words.

"It's okay, I'll let Karcho guide you for a while, although you won't be his heir."

Bul-Kelso scratched his hair, he was a little annoyed by Azmodan's constant yelling in his mind.

"Now, go about your business."

After Bulkelso said this, he left directly. He needed a clean place to calm down.

The argument with the devil of hell will only make him more affected. If he wants to avoid being corrupted, Bulkelso needs to better maintain his consciousness instead of being easily mobilized.

At this moment, Azmodan and Andariel chose to remain silent.

Bulkasso is not the same now as before.

At least they need to treat Bulkelso carefully.

So after they felt Diablo's fleeting power, they tried their best to disturb Bulkelso's thoughts.

Corrupting Bulkasso? That's too dangerous!

They are also worried.

Since Bulkelso got the complete devouring rules and time rules, the Hell Demon King has to be careful with Bulkelso.

Especially Azmodan, who has personally experienced the mighty power of the Ring of Eikatan, is very worried.

Worried that Bulkelso will merge with his other half's soul after utter despair.

At that time, although the Hell Demon King will complete the corruption of Bulkelso, Bulkelso will be able to fully grasp the rules at that time.

The devouring rules and the rules of time will allow Bulkelso to complete the devouring of the Hell Demon King in a short time, and he may be the next Malthael by then!

A creation god who single-mindedly solved all the devil kings of hell?

Azmodan could not imagine this ending.

Andariel and Azmodan have wanted to exchange this question in the Dark Soul Stone more than once.

But they found that no matter how they signaled each other, they couldn't complete the communication on this issue, as if something was formulating the rules in the dark soul stone.

They couldn't get it out of their mouths.

So what they can do is to delay the time for Burkasso to realize this.

Then hope that their other brothers can realize this early.

Their hope lies not in that most dangerous fear, but in Mephisto, who represents hatred.

Now only Mephisto knows about Bulkelso's situation, and Diablo is likely to become Mephisto's pawn to test Bulkelso.

But the devil kings of hell are also on guard against each other!

Azmodan is worried!

Worried that that idiot Diablo would let Bulkasso realize that the situation had turned in advance.

【damn it! Why are human beings always blessed! 】

Azmodan could only think so in the back of his mind.

He wasn't even going to say anything in the Dark Soulstone that Bul-Kathel could hear.

In the constant battle with the nephalem, they already knew what kind of person Bulkelso was.

Bulkelso was never as rough as he seemed, the only brutish man able to fully contain the source of his power, anger.

Anger is not just an emotion for Bulkelso, but more of a source of strength.

That kind of anger that is cold enough to freeze the soul of the demon king of hell is the weirdest thing, it feels like seeing that mad king Leoric.

After Bulkelso finally found a place to rest, he spoke.

"Azmodan, I will know what you are afraid of."

Bulkelso spoke in the tiniest of voices he was sure the Helllord in the Dark Soulstone could hear him.

"Your behavior is too abnormal, you are afraid."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

It was Andariel who answered Bulkelso's words.

[This idiot! 】

Azmodan thought grumpily.

There's a reason Andariel is the least popular of the hell lords.

All she pursued was pain, so she never had the ambition to rule the world.

In other words, Andariel had never had any ambitions, she just wanted a place to enjoy the process of torture.

"Azmodan, are you not going to speak up?"

Bulkeso said with a frown, holding a bottle of spirits in his hand and pouring it into his mouth.

"Dracula told me more than a little bit about where Mephisto was."

Dracula's quid pro quo was not reciprocal, and Bulkelso knew that very well.

A nonsense exchange for Bulkeso's protection of Integra?

Barbarians protect those who are good, which is what the nephalem have always done.

But the nephalem seldom have any extra protection for a single person, since everyone is equal in their eyes.

"What do you know?"

Azmodan finally stopped using those ridiculous "hell lord" style words to influence Bul-Kathel's sanity.

"I don't intend to let you go out, as long as I exist, you have to stay in the dark soul stone for a day!"

Bulkeso took a sip of his drink.

"But I don't think I will be able to win after Marsail arrives."

"You mean we want to help you? Don't be kidding, I still remember the severe pain when my body was split by you!"

Azmodan breathed a sigh of relief as he said this.

If Bulkelsau just wants to face the common enemy with them, then there is no need to worry so much.

"It's this tattoo on me that you're afraid of? At least that's one of the reasons you're afraid."

Bulkelso suddenly wanted to eat meat, he was not interested in food usually.

"I know you don't have to answer, you won't tell me the truth. But do you think I will fail?

I have only failed once in my life, and that was when I faced the invasion of the rules of death. And now that you and I live together, if I see Malthael again, the power of death will only act on you. And you will not die. "

Bulkeso continued talking.

The existence of the dark soul stone inlaid on his forehead is only a last resort.

If he hadn't been teleported to this brand new world at that time, he still had the last resort when facing Malthael.

The spirit of the ancestors on the holy mountain of Harrogath can enter the dark soul stone and bear the erosion of the power of death for him.

And Bul-Kathel only needs to finish Malthael before the spirits of the ancestors are annihilated by death.

Although talking about the situation at that time is just an illusion, no one knows whether Bulkelso can succeed.

But like Bulkelso said, he never had a failure in his life other than facing death.

When Malthael's death had no effect on him, then Malthael was just another Great Demon God.

Bulkhasso has never lost a fight outside the rules, even when the enemy is the embodiment of the rules.

"You planned to use those ancestor spirits to bear death?"

Azmodan finally couldn't help but speak.

"If the Dark Soul Stone didn't explode at that time, what are you going to do?"

"The ancestors will bear death for me, and I will kill Malthael, and then let him and you stay with the ancestors in this small cage."

"The ancestors of the barbarians, the demon king of hell, and a crazy angel stayed in a small cage, and then fought endlessly. Even if you are crazy, which one of us will not let you escape?"

Azmodan was a little creepy when he said this.

It is not the first time they have been imprisoned in the Dark Soul Stone, so they know very well that in the Dark Soul Stone, power itself does not exist.

The only thing that determines whether the cage is strong or not is the choice of will.

Azmodan heard those barbarian ancestors who existed for thousands of years because of an obsession, and Malthael who went completely crazy in order to eliminate demons, and he couldn't help but feel fear.

"You're crazy."

Azmodan said this to Bulkasso.

Andariel hadn't realized what was being exchanged between Bul-Kelso and Azmodan until now.

"When I chose to divide my soul, I was already crazy. When I saw the virtuous king of Candulas, trying to restrain his powerful strength, and let me break his bones bit by bit, I was crazy up!

And this madness is given to you! "

Bul-Kelso responded to Azmodan's words with a growl.

How powerful is Skeletor Leoric?

As long as the powerful one chooses to leave his palace, he can turn all the living into the dead and confuse the boundary between life and death!

As long as the power is followed, Leoric can stuff his hideous scepter into Diablo's PY!

But he was Leoric after all.

After being the blasphemy of life, Leoric is still Leoric!

That wise king of Candullas!

Father of the Dark Wanderers!

The great king who let mankind have a piece of land to live in!

Before seeing the sober Leoric, no one would understand what choice the mad king made at that time.

But Buer Kaisuo just made a choice in front of the virtuous King Candulas!

Noble sacrifice.

That's all.

"Leoric was caused by Diablo!"

Azmodan failed to detect the fear in his voice.

The Hell Lord is the most sober and the most ruthless.

But they were never without fear!

Facing Bulkasso's questioning and the madness, Azmodan only felt that he was more helpless than when he was swallowed by Malthael.

The "powerful" he was once proud of was like a shivering guinea pig in Bulkelso's anger.

"However, you are responsible for all the tragedies. Lord of Hell, Lord of Sin! Azmodan!

That cruel smile of yours when Canuck crashed against your chest, that delight in commanding an army of demons to bring grief to savages!

All will now become your fears in the face of the barbarian's hunger and wrath! "

Burkasso roared angrily, and then gradually regained his composure.

"I will continue, I have made a decision, I will not hesitate to release Leoric! Let him talk to you about his crazy miss in the dark soul stone!"

"I will smash Malsail to let that idiot understand! Human beings are not toys he can play with! Nor are they vassals of demons!"

"I will lock you all under my will, and then let you howl in endless fighting!"

"Even if I die, I will let the person I choose inherit my will, and let you cry out in pain forever and ever!"

Bulkelso's growl was lost in the wind, and no one heard him.

Imprius, who was far away on Mars, projected his eyes on Bulkeso, and the courageous wings of light were emitting scorching brilliance!

Dr. Manhattan followed Yserial's line of sight, and cast his gaze on Bulkelso.

Dr. Manhattan didn't know what Bulkelso was thinking, but just observed quietly with doubts.

"Bulkelso, you won't succeed!"

Azmodan growled harshly.

But this time Bulkelso didn't respond to him again.

Andariel has lost the ability to speak.

She was completely intimidated by Bulkelso's resentment towards the Hell Lord.

Bulkelso's insane ideas are enough to make every hell lord terrified.

If it weren't for the teleportation caused by the explosion of the dark soul stone in Malsail's body at that time, these hell demon kings might have fallen into the nightmare that Bulkeso had planned long ago.

Burkasso didn't know when Masail would arrive, nor did he know what Masail would look like and how powerful he would be when he arrived.

But Bull Kasso has never been afraid, because he has never been completely defeated!

"You won't make it! You won't!"

Azmodan kept saying that it was no longer the barbarian Bul-Kathel who was being cornered.

It's these demon kings who have lost their freedom!

Every Helllord who has been defeated will learn the desperate news from their brothers.

Every infernal lord who has ever represented terror is haunted by the fear known as Bul-Keso!

"Is this world friendly to humans?"

Bulkeso whispered, he didn't intend to get any answer.

After seeing the death of this world, he knew that there were also gods above him in this world, just like the bastard Malthael.

Bulkeso is thinking about those existential thoughts.

What does a death who is not good at fighting represent?

It means that there are more than two gods who are good at fighting to protect death!

Only in this way can it explain the fact that death is a top rule but not good at fighting.

Because the battle was taken over by the existence protecting her!

Burkesso was thinking about how to give human beings the "freedom" they deserve, and the fate of human beings should not be controlled by other beings, even if they are gods!

Bulkeso's purpose and approach were revealed at the beginning.

In addition, I am quite surprised that the barbarian has brains and is suspected by readers...

Bulkelso's calculations are not to say that they are scheming, but they can be regarded as clever...

Readers always say that the author's intelligence level locks the upper limit of the IQ of the characters in his works. I think my intelligence should still be qualified.

A hero is a heavy title, and the heroic sacrifice of Bulkelso deserves this heavy title.

So! Thank you readers!

The daily updates will continue, at least until I get the medal!