"I said, what you did was too hasty!"
Spider-Man got out of Rumlow's attack range with an inversion similar to a gymnastics move, and casually released his spider web to a tall building not far away, intending to get rid of Rumlow's attack in this way.
“Hydra guy, it’s enough for you to be aware. Seeing that you don’t have that disgusting aura on your body, I will treat you less cruelly!”
Rumlow used both his feet to exert force, and he chased after him with a jumping slash.
Spider-Man's injuries were definitely serious, and even the jumps he was accustomed to from building to building became difficult.
Every time he swung over a tall building, he could feel the intense discomfort in his body.
The tearing of muscles and the groaning of bones made him regret why he appeared in Rumlow's eyes at this time.
With a sharp pain, Spider-Man let go of the webbing in his hand and fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment.
But fortunately, his destination has been reached!
Matthew Murdock Lawyer, Daredevil's residence!
The only person Spider-Man can truly trust now is Matthew, so he has to get to Matthew's residence as soon as possible, even if he makes his injuries worse.
Although he still didn't understand what was going on with Rumlow, there was no room for him to think too much at this time!
As Spider-Man rolled to the ground, Rumlow's figure also fell directly from the sky.
His feet stepped on the ground without leaving any trace.
For these barbarian recruits, restraining one's strength is the first lesson learned.
"Why didn't you run away? Your injuries seem to be much more serious than what I observed, but since you came to this place even if your injuries were aggravated, does that mean you have an accomplice?"
Rumlow was speaking to the Spider-Man in front of him with a giant hammer in both hands, approaching step by step, making his figure full of oppression.
“Daredevil! Help!”
Spider-Man called Matthew, and specifically called the name "Daredevil", just because he didn't want Matthew to reveal his identity.
But Matthew had already felt it when Rumlow arrived.
"What's going on? Why did this kid offend you?"
Matthew walked out shirtless in a pair of trousers. He was just about to take a rest when he encountered such a situation.
For Matthew, the two people in front of him were both acquaintances, and he didn't understand why this happened.
“Daredevil! This is you!”
Spider-Man finally realized that something was wrong, and finally let go of the breath he had been holding.
As for Rumlow, he had no idea of continuing the attack.
In front of him and Matthew, just a Spider-Man couldn't escape.
“This guy said ‘Hey Hydra’ in front of me. Even though he seems to be a kind and just person, who knows if the Hydra he belongs to has other ways of doing things.
I think this guy must know something."
Rumlow slapped his palms with the handles of his giant hammers, looking at Spider-Man with still sharp eyes.
“Oh? I have collaborated with him a little before, but at that time he could be called a superhero.”
Matthew rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully.
Behind him, Angel walked out with sleepy eyes.
Angel has not gone home recently and has been staying at Matthew's house temporarily during this period.
Of course nothing happened, they were just discussing the issue of the Jin Dynasty.
“Daredevil, do you know that the person in front of you is the Hydra known as ‘Crossbones’!”
Spider-Man's tone was a little anxious.
“I know, I’ve known about this since we met. So what about you? What are you called in Hydra?”
After Matthew heard what Spider-Man said, he hesitated a little and took out a mace from his backpack and spoke to Spider-Man.
Spider-Man’s face looks a little ugly under his mask:
"Well, Lawyer Murdoch, is this your guide stick? I think this image of the guide stick is a little too conspicuous. I can introduce you to a good store. The products in it are at least better than what you have.
This one is more ordinary."
Spider-Man started to chatter, but then he immediately relaxed.
Facing Rumlow and Matthew, it would be more convenient for him to drag his seriously injured body and run away instead of just closing his eyes and falling asleep.
At least everything is there in the dream.
“Isn’t this Spider-Man? What happened to him?”
Angel rubbed his eyes, took a look at the scene and asked with some doubts.
She knew both Rumlow and Matthew, and she had such a deep memory that she couldn't forget them even if she wanted to. So she didn't ask Rumlow how he came to this place.
“It looks like there is some misunderstanding?”
Matthew tapped the ground with a mace, and then walked directly in the direction of a safe house in the distance.
Already he could hear police sirens and noisy reporters arriving.
Angel and Rumlow understood what Matthew meant, so Rumlow directly grabbed Spider-Man by the neck and followed Matthew.
…
“Tell me, how do you know me? And what do you know about Hydra?”
Rumlow sat on the only chair in the small room.
The Spider-Man in front of him was sitting cross-legged on the ground, having taken off his hood.
“I’ve just heard some news about this. I’m really not Hydra.”
Spider-Man's face is very ugly and his hair is messy.
The bad things happened one after another, making him feel exhausted both physically and mentally.
In this world, what he felt was more disturbing than in the original world, although many super villains and superheroes were not active yet, and even his friend Colossus had no news at all.
But he is familiar with this world. He has heard about S.H.I.E.L.D., Daredevil and even Wonder Man.
"Had the Hydra people not been well prepared, they would never have said those words until they died. Although you don't act like Hydra at all, you shouldn't have heard those words.
"
Rumlow held up the chair beneath him and rocked back and forth.
The giant hammer with both hands has been put back into his backpack.
In the small environment, Spider-Man has no room to escape, and the level of trouble is greatly reduced.
“Although I can’t guarantee anything, the aura on this guy’s body won’t lie. He is a good person and can be called a hero.”
Matthew sat on the edge of the bed and said, Angel was already lying on the only bed.
For Angel, she doesn’t worry about the things between these people at all.
Those who have seen Bulcaisel can hardly feel worried about other existences.
After all, it was only the taller people who held up the sky when it fell, and Bulcasso was the tallest one they knew.
"Of course I know, that's why I'm willing to sit here and ask nicely. If this guy is a villain, that would be simple."
Rumlow muttered twice, took out a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.
“This is my secret, and I think, if possible, I might as well not tell it.”
Spider-Man has also lost the idea of saying dirty things. At this time, he just wants a spacious place to lie down.
His wound began to hurt again.
"At least tell me who you are looking for first. After I help you find that guy, we can continue the current problem. I think this time is enough for you to figure out what to do."
Lumlow relaxed a little and still leaned back on the chair and spoke.
“That’s right, that bastard!”
Spider-Man finally remembered what he was doing when he came out!
Constantine disappeared after taking away all his property!
And the guy who recommended the “professional” to him is here!
“Daredevil! Do you know what that professional did? He took away a month’s living expenses from me! Then he disappeared!”
Spider-Man’s complaint made several people present become serious.
Constantine is definitely not a name that is unfamiliar to barbarians.
“Have you contacted him? Did he say anything?”
Angel climbed up directly, squatted on the edge of the bed and asked excitedly!
Spider-Man also lost his composure when he saw Angel's excited expression with a hint of hatred.
In his opinion, Constantine is an absolute scumbag, and Angel is also a victim.
But the behavior of the victim not taking revenge on the scumbag but dragging him down is really unethical!
“You! Since you know who he is, why did you let me contact him? That bastard disappeared without saying a word! I’m looking for him!”
“Then why did you say ‘Hi Hydra’ to tease Rumlow? As you said, wouldn’t this misunderstanding be over if you just go to Constantine honestly?”
Matthew asked with some confusion.
Spider-Man’s approach is simply a model of finding trouble out of nothing.
If he wanted to leave, would Rumlow still stop him where he was without any reason?
"I know that Rumlow is Hydra, and that's all I know. But you should know what Hydra will do to people with superpowers, right? My injuries haven't healed yet, how can I possibly do anything to the famous 'Crossbones'
Unprepared?
If I can gain his trust with just one word, then will I be safe soon!?"
Spider-Man spoke like he was pouring out bitter words, speaking very quickly, like Gatling emitting blue fire.
Rumlow was speechless in response to Spider-Man's words.
If Hydra's original style was followed, what Spider-Man said would probably come true.
So Rumlow felt guilty about what Spider-Man said, but he was also glad that he became a savage.
Mistakes may not be terrible, but what is terrible is that you will never go back on the wrong path.
“Having said all that, you still know a lot of information about Hydra. This is not something you, a secretive superhero, should know.”
Lumlow spoke slowly after being silent for a long time.
A lot of information has been exposed about Spider-Man, and this is obviously very unusual.
“It’s something you don’t want to say again? It’s really troublesome.”
Rumlow curled his lips and said.
“The question now is where did Constantine go?”
Angel interrupted.
Although Constantine has always been unreliable, this guy is still responsible in major matters.
The inexplicable disappearance without any news was a bit strange for Constantine.
“Perhaps he already knew what happened to Kingpin from Spider-Man’s mouth, maybe he was locked up by Kingpin at this time?”
Matthew made a reasonable guess, but it turned out to be completely different.
Furthermore, according to Constantine's usual style, he would not appear alone in any dangerous place unless something unexpected happened in that place.
“Wait a minute, you mean Kingpin? Are you serious? Matthew!”
Rumlow became serious.
He knew about Kingpin. When he was a Hydra, he often saw the filial piety Kingpin sent him.
But it’s amazing how Kingpin, a human whose strength has reached an extraordinary level, managed to defeat Matthew.
Matthew took a deep look at Rumlow and finally told the whole story.
“You are saying that there have been changes in Jin Bin that you cannot understand, and that he is as powerful as a monster at this time?”
Rumlow repeated the information Matthew gave, speaking in an unbelievable tone.
This world is not normal to begin with.
Talented people can mutate into powerful guys through scientific research methods, and rich people can also become stronger by using some equipment that others cannot afford.
Even people who fall into any chemical reagents or pollution sources have the opportunity to acquire superpowers that others cannot imagine, but Kingpin has nothing to do with these.
Speaking of money, the Jin Dynasty was indeed quite rich, but most of that money fell into the pockets of those big shots.
The little income he has left is not even enough to buy a fighter jet, so it would be a fantasy to play with technology.
As for mutation, Jin does not take risks easily.
It is necessary to know that the number of people who fell into chemical reagents died or mutated is unknown.
There is no reason for Kim to do this.
“I think even if Rorschach comes, he probably won’t be Kingpin’s opponent in a one-on-one situation.”
Matthew added.
“Are we qualified to intervene in that kind of battle?”
Rumlow glanced at Matthew and asked one word at a time.
Matthew’s answer will determine how he will deal with Kingpin.
"We might just have to take a chance on him. I can't do any damage to Kingpin, but you might be able to do it."
Matthew calmly expressed his judgment.
Hearing this, Rumlow touched the wristband of the ancestors on his wrist.
Since Matthew said this, he had no reason not to believe it.
Rumlow is very aware of the power of the Hammer of the Ancestors after the Ancestral Skin Care Boost. Although he is not strong enough, even Rorschach has to deal with the damage carefully.
But according to Matthew, such power could only cause a little damage to Kingpin.
“My suggestion is to find Rorschach first, and as for Luke and Jessica, don’t tell them.”
Rumlow rubbed the wristbands of the ancestors and said firmly.
“Wait a minute, is the Luke you are talking about the Wonder Man Luke Cage? Jessica? The Treasure Girl is Jessica Jones?”
Spider-Man finally found a topic that he could interject into, and his chatty nature began to rise.
“You know? I find that you always know a lot of things, but you always know a little about them.”
Rumlow glanced at Spider-Man thoughtfully, and then gave Matthew a look.
This is his habit. Sometimes eyes can convey a lot of information.
Although Matthew can receive a lot of information that others cannot, visual information is absolutely impossible.
The world that blind people see is difficult for normal people to understand.
It is not that all the blind see is darkness, but nothingness.
When a normal person closes one eye and observes the world with the other eye, what he sees with the closed eye is what a blind person sees.
Nothingness!
Nothing at all!
For Matthew, who was once able to see everything, the pain after losing his vision is unspeakable.
“I don’t think we can handle this matter alone. That guy’s level is too high.”
Matthew could not see Rumlow's gestures, but this did not prevent him from feeling Rumlow's movements.
Matthew’s opinion made Rumlow a little unhappy.
“So do we have to tell Bulcaisuo about this kind of thing? Tell him that we are too weak and we are powerless in the face of evil!?”
Lumlow seemed a little irritable in this kind of thing.
The feeling of guilt is still gnawing at his heart, but it has only gotten a little better recently.
“Now that Constantine may have fallen into the hands of Kingpin, what can we do? Let Constantine be tortured by Kingpin?”
Matthew finally firmed up his opinion and spoke to Rumlow without giving up.
Angel on one side was chewing her nails, this quarrel made her feel uneasy.
“Well, I want to ask a question, who is Rorschach? Who is Bulcasso?”
Spider-Man's voice was not loud, but it was enough for the people present to hear him clearly.
“Whether we find Rorschach or Bulkeso, we have to go back to the Holy Mountain.”
After Rumlow glanced at Spider-Man, he directly opened a portal.
Fixed-point teleportation is still not stable for Rumlow, but he can be sure that the other end of the teleportation gate is Harrogath, which is enough.
“What about Angel and Spider-Man? Leave them here?”
Matthew asked.
“Take him with us! I don’t want to catch this guy all over the world again.”
“Then you’d better pray that your portal opens outside the gate of the Holy Mountain.”
Matthew said something and went directly through the portal.
Rumlow mentioned Spider-Man with some guilt, and took Angel directly through the portal. Then what he saw made him almost curse outright.
“This is the Constantine you said was captured by Kingpin?”
Rumlow threw Spider-Man to the ground, pointed at Constantine who was chatting with Madoc in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain and shouted.
The location of the teleportation door this time is not quite right. This is the inside of the gate of the Holy Mountain.
When a visitor who has not been approved by the Holy Mountain appears, he will naturally tell the three ancestors who are the gatekeepers of the Holy Mountain.
Rumlow was then surrounded by Madoc, Korik and Talik.
Madoc even left behind Constantine who was chatting with him.
“Boy, I think you should know that visitors who have not gone through the process of climbing the mountain will be regarded as intruders, right? I think you should be very clear about this after reading the memory transmitted by Harrogas.”
Madoc looked sideways as he waited for Rumlow, the brand new Sorrow in his hand glowing coldly.
“Well, it was just an accident.”
Rumlow glanced at Matthew, who seemed to have no problem, and felt a surge of anger in his heart.
But he did not dare to show it in front of the three ancestors.
Otherwise it would become a bit strange.
It’s as cruel as if a child who was beaten by his father when he was a child and showed concern to ease the situation said, “Have you eaten?”
That will only lead to a more severe lesson.
“Accident? Did I teach you not to use power you don’t have easily?”
Talik rubbed the token of shame in his hand and spoke in a serious tone.
Accidents should be avoided as much as possible for soldiers.
The variables brought about by uncontrolled power are the factors that determine survival or destruction.
What Defender Talik hates most is accidents!
“What are you going to do? Beat him up? There’s no point in that.”
Kelic raised his eyes and looked at Anderson outside the gate of the Holy Mountain, and then looked at Constantine with a smirk on his face.
What's the use of beating up Rumlow?
Many children are beaten all the time, but understanding and deep knowledge cannot be instilled through force.
Awe is an important emotion, but it cannot turn into fear.
Kelik doesn’t like the education method of beating them frequently. After all, beating them most of the time will only make others deeply aware that power can make others surrender.
"Throw those two outside the gate. If they can climb up, then leave your mistake behind for now. If they don't climb up, then you will be in trouble!"
Talik took one look at Korik and made a decision.
Rumlow is his heir, and since he has already made the punishment, Mardoc and Corik will not say more.
“I remember what kind of punishment a guy who does something wrong should be punished?”
Maddock muttered "quietly".
“It’s very cruel anyway. I have seen few barbarians who can still laugh after being punished.”
Colik was on the sidelines and threatened Maddock.
Matthew frowned in front.
If the three ancestors were still alive, Matthew could use his hearing to hear the emotions in these words.
But the three ancestors are all dead, and no one can hear the heartbeat of a soul.
Rumlow felt that his teeth were itching, so he carried Spider-Man and walked towards the gate of the Holy Mountain.
Angel followed Rumlow quietly, but when Anderson passed by the door, he received a strange look from Anderson.
After the group of people drifted away on the Holy Mountain, Matthew asked worriedly:
“Ancestors, I would like to ask what is the so-called punishment?”
“Punishment depends on the person.”
Madoc stroked his beard and said.
“Like back then, I just watched Bulcasso and these two bastards drink up all my wine. Not even a sip was left for me!”
As Maddock spoke, he became angrier and angrier. After he finished speaking, he extended his sinful black hand towards the back of Kerik's head.
With a loud snap, Kolik was directly buried in the snow.
As for why he didn't reach out towards Tarik, it was because he really couldn't defeat Tarik.
Even though Mardoc could probably do three times as much damage as Tariq in a battle with demons, he just couldn't beat Tariq.
Although Defender Talik does not use a shield, the suffocating combat is enough to make any demon feel frustrated.
Stern and straight, without any flaws.
The battle with Tarik can easily turn into a protracted battle. Unless you have a force far stronger than Tarik, defeating him may be more difficult than defeating Kalju.
There is a big difference in the damage that a shield and a heavy sword can cause.
“The next day you were punished by eating all the brown bread in the inventory. That time I finally knew how stubborn you were.”
Talik said angrily and pulled Korik up from the snow.
Smoothly, he locked the throat of Colik, who was about to fight with Maddock, and said with some subtle emotions.
Madoc had a fight with the three of them over the wine he drank, and then as the provocation of the conflict, Madoc was thrown into the warehouse.
After being hungry for half a month, this bastard ground the black bread into powder and drank it with strong liquor.
Talik, who was the supervisor at that time, still can’t forget the sound that sounded like metal friction when the hard black bread was rubbed.
“Talik, let go of me! I have to let this bastard Madoc eat all his sculptures today!”
Colik struggled hard.
As a soul whose throat is locked, he can curse loudly.
In order to break free from Tarik's restraint, he even punched Tarik in the nose.
"I can rest assured that."
Matthew let out a long breath.
He thought that the punishment of the barbarians would be a bloody and cruel punishment, but now he relaxed a lot.
But what he didn’t know was that the wine Maddock drank in front of him was the last memory he brought from his home.
He also didn’t know that the hard black bread was the dry food given to him by Madok’s tribe.
The pain of watching one's past disappear in front of one's face is profound, not so cruel, but enough to make these savage savages who made mistakes deeply remember the consequences of making mistakes.
As long as you make one mistake in battle, everything in the past will be meaningless.
"By the way, is Rorschach on the Holy Mountain? I have something to ask him about."
Matthew asked casually.
Madoc pointed in a direction, and the three ancestors returned to the gate of the Holy Mountain, fighting and noisy.
Constantine walked towards Matthew with a smiling face.
“Constantine, I think you should give Spider-Man an explanation. It’s not a good thing to donate money and run away without saying a word.”
Matthew said calmly.
Since Constantine "did not encounter" any accidents, that would be the best.
Matthew was also interested in having a little chat with Constantine.
…
“Andalil, you seem to know something extraordinary.”
Burkeso sat on the ground calmly and said this.
Andalil's voice no longer carried the negative emotions of the Hell Demon King. At this time, she acted as peacefully as the ordinary people Bulkeso knew.
“Yes, I am the child of Inarius and Lilith. Bulcaisso, you are the same.”
What Andalil said was a bit strange.
Burkethore was not the original ancestor, although both men were called Bulkethore.
“Have you mistakenly recognized the person? I think it’s not me you are looking for.”
Burkeso frowned and squeezed out a three-dimensional character "Chuan" between his eyebrows.
“You think you know everything about those old guys? Who gave you your name? Don’t you think about it?”
Andalil said with a cute smile.
She obviously knows a lot, and as the only outsider among the Seven Demon Kings of Hell, Andalil and the others will not be completely of the same mind.
“Those are not important. To me, you hell demons can’t give me what I want!”
Burkeso is a little bit irritable.
Too many tragedies brought about by the Hell Demon happened in front of Bulcaisuo's eyes. Barbarians would never have the idea of compromising with the Hell Demon.
Human beings can have hatred, and this hatred almost never goes away!
Even if some people beg for mercy from the Demon King of Hell for various reasons, this is unlikely to happen to the truly strong!
All the humans who are still fighting in Sanctuary have their own perseverance, perhaps due to their hatred of the Demon King of Hell, or their yearning for the sublime.
Or maybe you simply want to let the fate of mankind be controlled by yourself.
Such an existence is simply not something that the Demon King of Hell can touch!
Humans and angels and demons are never the same!
“I didn’t give you the slightest promise, but why did you reject me so eagerly? Or are you afraid that you will be convinced by my conditions?”
Andalil's voice was highly seductive, and even for a moment Bulcaisel clearly felt doubtful about himself.
"Shut up! Andalil! Do you want to impress me? Want to corrupt me? You will only be as disgusting as the urine of a toad in the gutter, and as annoying as the spikes of a hard-haired rat! You will only be as disgusting as the pee of a toad in the gutter!
It’s as disgusting as the juice of a rotten zombie pouring into your mouth!”
The flames of anger began to burn in Bulcaisel.
However, this kind of flame cannot harm Andariel in the dark soul stone at all.
This method of sealing will not be easily affected, and more often than not it is just a tug-of-war at the level of consciousness.
"Bulkessor, your name represents more than what you imagined, glory and victory? Responsibility and courage? That is the name of the Immortal King. That old guy from Volusk didn't tell you everything."
Andalil felt that she was about to plant a seed of doubt in Bulcaisel's mind.
She spoke in a consistent tone without revealing any flaws.
The slightest incoordination when bewitching may lead to failure in the success, and the demon kings of hell know this very well.
“What are you going to tell me?”
Burkeso's body was filled with rage, but his tone was exceptionally calm.
The joy in Andalil's heart began to grow stronger.
Psychic torture is her authority, and she sees an opportunity!
Although Andariel felt a little suspicious about Bulcaisel's wavering, she could not turn a blind eye to this excellent opportunity.
“The first generation of Bulcaisel…”
“Still alive!”
Andalil was interrupted by Bulcaisuo before she could finish her words.
Burkeso's anger subsided in an instant, and his tone returned to coldness.
A battle of wills. Of course Andariel will not be the only one to launch an attack to shake Bulcasso. Bulcasso has the same power to fight back.
The nephalem’s lifespan is endless!
If you want to destroy the Demon King of Hell, breaking down the opponent's will is also a way.
Just when Andariel thought that barbarians were rude fools, she also fell into Bulcaisso's trap.
"What?"
Andalil's voice finally changed. Even if she immediately chose silence, she could not stop Bulcaisel from continuing to speak.
Just as Bulcaisel has no way to prevent Andariel's voice from reaching his mind, his voice will also be transmitted to the Dark Soul Stone indiscriminately!
“The original Bulcaisel is still alive, what? Isn’t this what you are planning to tell me?
Since you may have seen another part of my soul, you should know what I met at that time.
Although I can no longer remember my past clearly, how can you understand the thoughts of a human being?
The Demon King of Hell, the King of Torment Andariel!”
Burkeso's voice was filled with contemptuous sarcasm, constantly teasing Andariel's mind.
Andalil, who was the first to fall into the trap, could no longer control her emotions at this time.
Staying silent may be her best choice.
“The Being is still alive, the legend of the Being is still alive! So what are you going to do?
The barbarians have been planning this plan for who knows how many years. In the eyes of you high-ranking hell demons, it probably means nothing, right?
So do you still feel that way now? Andalil?
You are a scum that I can easily crush like a little lemure!
You, the king of torture, who kept wailing in my hand and almost burst into tears!
What the hell are you doing?”
Burkeso took out a bottle of strong wine and poured it into his mouth.
The feeling of having the opportunity to grab the sore leg of the Hell Demon and keep yelling at him made him a little excited.
“You haven’t remembered my name yet!
There is only one barbarian now called Bulcaisu!
Now I am the only one you should be afraid of!
You are just a wretch lying at the feet of the three demon gods begging for mercy! Andalil, you have to know that even the great demon god had his head chopped off by me!"
Burkeso completely penetrated Andariel's psychological defense! The king of torture began to shout.
“No! You are not the one I fear, you should scream in pain in the torture!
Bulkesso! You have no idea how great that Bulkesso is, and Volusk and Reiko definitely did not tell you the truth!"
Andalil’s scream made Bulcasso drink up a bottle of wine.
“Is my performance like this what you expect?”
Andalil’s calm voice sounded again, and Bulcasso’s excitement disappeared in an instant.
Obviously Andalil's previous performance was just a disguise, but only Andalil herself knew whether Bulkesso's words had effectively broken her will.
“You know that the legends of the first barbarians still exist, but when you fight Malthael, all you have in your hands is a pair of ancient legends.
Let me guess? Those are your favorite double swords? They were also deliberately forged out of your yearning for the first generation Bulcaisel? It's a pity that you are not him."
Andalil's expectations were filled with contempt.
This time Bulcaisso just silently took out another bottle of liquor from his backpack and poured it directly into his mouth.
Barbarians and Helllords convince each other?
That's a joke.
“Do you need me to call Cassius over and say your name and let out a war cry?”
Burkeso calmly said the last words in this conversation!
And this sentence formed the final blow to Andalil!
"You bastard! Bulcaisel, you bastard! Shut up Cassius! Shut up that bastard who is muddier than the springs of heaven forever!"
Cassius’ almost regular taunts were enough to make Andariel lose her cool.
If it weren’t for the crazy Andariel who would let out piercing screams to torment Bulcaisu, Bulcaisu might have made Cassius emit a war cry of curses and curses every day.
That might make Andariel's sanity collapse even more completely.
【The first Bulcaisel is of course still alive!】
Burkeso thought so in his heart.
Leiko and Warusk, who were not far away, just said this.
…
“When do you plan to hand over the first-generation legend to Bulkatho?”
Leiko said this while holding her helmet.
“By the time he thinks he has surpassed that ancestor, Bulcaisel will already know where those legends are, and he can pick up the pair of swords at any time if he is willing.”
Worusk sat directly on the ground.
The heavy body wearing a suit of battle armor smashed a rather shallow hole in the snow of the Holy Mountain.
“He is just unwilling to take the path of the first generation. He has firmly set his own line from the beginning, so now he is the banner of the barbarians.”
Worusk spoke slowly and took out a bottle of wine from the snow in front of him.
This is one of Leiko's few treasures. If it were in the past, Warusk's actions would definitely result in a merciless blow from Leiko.
But it’s different now.
“His journey took the first step, but the first ancestors were only a little closer.”
The Nephalem has thirteen pieces of equipment, and the seven demon kings of hell plus the five archangels can only seal them all with twelve pieces of equipment.
The ancestors of the first generation planned to forge thirteen pieces of equipment for themselves, each of which was designed to target the Archangel and the Demon King of Hell.
But one thing is prepared for myself.
The little bit he was missing was just the last piece of equipment!
The unfinished piece was finally used on Rasma.
This also led to the failure of the first generation ancestors!
Rathma quickly got rid of the influence exerted by the first ancestors, but that did not dissipate the first ancestors.
"But the current Bulcasso is much more steadfast than the first generation ancestor. At least he does not plan to end everything in one battle. Obviously, the current Bulcaisu has countless opportunities to succeed, because whether it is the archangel or the
Even the devil of hell can’t destroy him now.”
Worusk said this.
The first generation Bulcaisu wanted to be prepared, and then fulfilled his long-cherished wish in a battle that gathered angels and demons.
He only has that one chance, and if she cannot directly complete this grand plan, there will be no next chance.
Only when the equipment is balanced can the first-generation Bulcaisor reach that position.
A plan with zero error tolerance will fail no matter how great it is.
Now Bulcaisel can try countless times because he is already the strongest.
This chapter has been completed!