"Bulkess, I thought you would solve the problem you are facing more roughly."
Johanna whispered.
The feeling of facing Baal directly is not a good one, especially after Baal devoured Mephisto.
Pure Baal did not eat the hateful personality belonging to Mephisto, but instead focused all his power on his own destruction.
In terms of strength, Baal once again became the most powerful among the demon kings of hell.
Temporary retreat is nothing to Barr, and besides, he has already got what he wants.
Pure power and pure destruction are a match made in heaven.
Johanna is a little worried that Barr's power is too directed at her.
Perseverance and defense are somewhat powerless in the face of destruction.
“Then what? Being locked up in the Burning Hell for a long time, waiting for those boring guys to slowly watch Diavolo become the biggest trouble in the shadows?”
Burkeso said to Johanna without looking back.
Bulkessor's attitude towards Baal is definitely not good. If given the chance, Bulcaisel would be happy to tear Baal into pieces.
It's just that the time is not good now, Baal still needs to continue to exist.
There are only two of the three demon gods left now, and with the addition of Billie who is talking nonsense somewhere, it seems that the hell demon kings have no trump card except the flaming fang.
“Bulkess, I’m just a little confused, why do you have to show up in person no matter what the matter is?”
Ancient Yi looked at Bulcaisuo in front of him with soft eyes. Ancient Yi felt the feeling of an independent soul, so he was a little confused about Bulcaisuo who didn't look free at all.
"Who else do you think can handle some things for me on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath that I can't handle easily? Rorschach or Thor? They don't have enough mind and strength. They may not stand in front of Baal.
I’m so shaken, but I can’t think calmly anymore.”
Burkeso said feeling a little bored.
The barbarians need more power, but that will take some time.
Growth never happens overnight.
…
There is still more than an hour before the celebration starts.
Burkasso is discussing with Warusk the specific matters of this secret realm.
After all, this secret realm is not so easy to crush. It has to accommodate the ancestors who are full of anger and have nowhere to vent, so the balance of strength is the most important.
“So you came to us with this problem?”
Worusk held the small black ball in his hand and said with some displeasure.
The little black ball in Volusk's hand is not a strange thing, it is Mephisto's character who hates the demon god.
Bar's shreds of consciousness and power are also inside, used to create the images of Baal and Mephisto in that battle.
The ancestors are all dead, so their strength is naturally not what it was when they were still alive.
Hence, Baal and Mephisto in the secret realm cannot be made too powerful.
Otherwise, this bet will be considered bankrupt.
“I will not fight in the secret realm myself. According to the original situation, I am still fighting in Seschelon with those rats who are good at evading.”
Burkeso sat on a chair and looked at Warusk in front of him seriously.
Of course he can't take action. If Bulcaisuo takes action in that secret realm, the bet will be completely unfair.
The bet between Tyrael and Bulcaisel was for the barbarians who died at that stop. As for the new recruits, they were nothing more than an addition.
In a battlefield where the three ancestors will die in battle, all the recruits can do is pray that the stones from the catapult will not fall on their heads.
“A bet? Do you think you are qualified to be a chess player? Burqasso, you won’t let me down, right?”
Worusk did not raise his head, but silently observed the ball in his hand that was transformed into the person of Mephisto.
He looked serious, like Deckard Kane who was bending over the table to look up information.
“Warusk, this is the best opportunity.”
Burkeso said firmly.
Winning or losing this gamble seems to no longer be that important.
The person of Tyrael seemed to be right before his eyes.
It's just that Tyrell's approach is a little strange.
“Really? The best chance? If you directly asked for the authority of justice, Tyrael would probably agree.”
Worusk finally raised his head and glanced at Bulkesso, his eyes somewhat meaningful.
Tyriel owed it to the barbarians, or in other words, he had long been prepared to entrust his status to him.
Moreover, Bulcaisel also redeemed Yizuer's soul, so Tyrael no longer has anything to worry about.
“It’s just that he won’t do it, at least he won’t hand it over to me right away.”
Burkeso rubbed his wrists and his tone was a little light.
He felt uncomfortable, as if there was some conspiracy unfolding against him.
But Bulcaisso quickly put this thought behind him.
Conspiracy?
The Nephalem have long been accustomed to conspiracy and calculation. No matter whether it is simple or complex, these guys will never refuse.
By the time Bulcaisso meets Diavolo, no matter what plot he has, Bulcaisso is confident that he can handle it.
Diavolo is no longer the Great Demon God.
"Barbarians don't hate justice. What we hate is Tyrell who doesn't do anything."
Worusk threw the ball in his hand to Bulkesso and said.
What the barbarians pursue is hope, courage, and justice.
These do not refer to the three archangels Auriel, Imprius and Tyrael.
“I don’t like that guy that much either.”
Leiko sat aside and said silently.
The archangel Leiko is familiar with is Isreal, not Tyrael.
Moreover, the kind of familiarity is still a reluctant one.
Even if the believer in fate is dead, Israel still wants to find some clues of fate from Leiko.
“Bulkesser, what do you mean, we old guys who died before that battle can only be responsible for protecting those young boys?”
Worusk said this.
How can a festival limit the number of participants?
That was not a good holiday.
“No, I’ll give those demons a little more energy.”
Burkeso knocked the Dark Soul Stone on his head and said.
Burkeso had no intention of letting only those ancestors who died in the defense of Harrogath participate in the battle. That would be too stingy.
There are only a few people who must be restricted.
“Then can I take action? I want to teach that archangel a lesson.”
Worusk opened his eyes wide and looked at Bulkesso in front of him and asked.
A peak Volusk thrown into an otherwise "evenly matched" battle would be a disaster.
Especially enemies in the secret realm will be weakened accordingly, but Volusk can still use his power.
“Forget it about you, me, and Leiko. Of course, Johanna will not interfere in this battle.”
Burkeso pinched the ball in his hand and suddenly felt that he had made a new discovery.
A small, dream-like origin appeared in front of Bulcaisel's eyes.
“It seems that in addition to giving me hatred, Baal also brought a small gift?”
Burkeso said while holding the dreamy origin crystal, and then came up with a novel idea.
“This is part of the rules of dreams, do we want to have a big one!?”
Burkeso said with some excitement.
The nightmare of the Lord of the Dream Dimension was crushed by Baal by the way. This little bit of original rules is a small sign of Baal's goodwill.
As for what this means, or it may be said that Barr wants to exchange some meaning for some corresponding little meaning.
It all depends on what Bulkesso means.
“You are such an interesting person.”
Worusk shook his head and said:
“It’s a piece of the origin of this world. Even if you don’t use it to strengthen yourself, do you still plan to let everyone on this planet go in and experience the scene of overwhelming demons?
I don’t want to see the people I protect become crazy.”
Worusk stopped Bulkesso's too rash idea, but he still had some feelings in his heart.
Everyone in the world cannot be allowed to use dream training. This is a flaw in the dream rules.
The soul may be able to become stronger, but ordinary people whose bodies are still weak still cannot fight against demons.
But it seems to be a good way to use this thing to teach ordinary people in dreams what to do when facing demons.
“Can things seen in dreams be remembered?”
Worusk asked.
Leiko laughed coldly.
“Idiot, when ordinary people face a demon, the easiest way is to run! What they can do after they can’t run away is to resist. You don’t need to teach ordinary people these things, they will do the same thing.”
Leiko understood what Warusk was thinking, but still poured cold water on it.
Leiko was not interested in the idea.
“If you really plan to create a battlefield, you can build a fortress outside the gate of Burning Hell, and then ask Baal to release some demons to attack the fortress.
That's real life and death, and that will help."
Leiko was talking nonsense.
Everyone knows that the devils of hell cannot be completely trusted, and trusting them will always end in tragedy.
"Forget it, we can't control Baal. Everything he says can only be partially believed. Even if he swears an oath in the name of the seven evil dragons, I am still suspicious and wary."
Burkeso quickly gave up his previous somewhat unrealistic idea.
“By the way, does everyone on the Holy Mountain let them into the secret realm? Even if they are not barbarians?”
Johanna asked curiously.
She just went to observe some of Steve not long ago. So far, Steve is doing very well, at least he will not become a Templar because of issues such as faith.
“Let everyone go in and see if anyone has escaped our observation. Warriors have never been a glamorous profession. If you are addicted to the elegance of mages, it is best not to get involved in the field of warriors.”
Burkeso said meaningfully.
Gu nodded, basically understanding what Bulkesso meant.
Mages and fighters rarely have multi-class roles.
Mages need to use their own energy to explore the mysteries of the world, while warriors need to concentrate all their energy to face dangerous hand-to-hand combat.
When the two reach a high level, their mental strength and will may be almost the same, but they basically lose the possibility of replacing each other.
As for part-time jobs, unless someone can free their brains to feel the mysteries of the universe and the world while fighting the devil, it is most convenient to just go to sleep.
There is everything in dreams.
…
“Dr. Banner, are you really not going to go into the secret realm to have a look? Maybe you can get some better rewards.”
Rumlow pulled Brooke Banner and said.
He has seen a lot of information about the Hulk from SHIELD news, so this is a good opportunity, an opportunity for the Hulk to show his power.
As for returning to a normal person, the ancestors will find a way.
As long as Banner can get them to help him willingly.
Rumlow does have good intentions and does not have any profound calculations, but Dr. Banner is still resistant to agents.
Not even a former agent.
Tony and Wayne on the other side were chatting.
Wearing a high-tech protective suit and a bat helmet, Wayne appeared on the sacred mountain of Harrogath.
Burkeso received Collick's application, so he casually sent a note to Wayne.
Wayne had just sent a famous killer to jail.
Another unusual killer.
Bullets turn corners, pencils kill people, and frontal attacks appear. This time, there seems to be no problem with the appearance of a killer with perfect shots.
“So, you also think technology is the ladder of human evolution, right? I think your suit can be made more high-tech. What’s the use of just waving your fists?”
Tony commented casually about Wayne's armor.
Although the materials in that suit are very good, the technical content seems to be a bit lacking.
This is compared to Tony. To be honest, Wayne's equipment is also the most high-tech among high-tech.
“Is your technology still useful when there is no energy? At least as long as I don’t fall into weakness, my fists will not deceive me.”
Wayne said casually.
The tone is a bit perfunctory.
Compared with chatting with Tony, Wayne felt that the most important thing was to study how to fight against the ancestors.
Wayne, who has deep delusions of victimization, always likes to make these plans, analyzing the weaknesses of others bit by bit, just to be able to take immediate action when a disaster occurs.
It is best that everything will not lead to the worst outcome, Wayne will think so in his heart, but he will still take all precautions.
The ancestors probably understood some of this guy's thoughts, so they never stopped Wayne from doing this.
Even if Yizuer can be corrupted, these ancestors cannot guarantee that their consciousness will always belong to them.
Let him go if his weaknesses are analyzed.
“Hey, you two, it looks like you are superheroes too? So do you have any abilities that I don’t know about?”
Constantine appeared with his face licked, and Spider-Man beside him was following him closely.
Spider-Man is very familiar with Tony Stark. In his universe, Tony is one of the core members of the Avengers.
But I know nothing about Bruce Wayne and Spider-Man.
Although judging from the way Rumlow and the others greeted him, he was also a barbarian.
“Huh? Have you never read newspapers or TV? Don’t you know my name, Tony Stark? Even so, you should know that I am very rich.”
Tony said this to Constantine in front of him with some dissatisfaction, and knocked on his suit casually.
That crisp sound made Wayne look up. There were traces of Rasuk on it. Wayne had already analyzed these things.
Facing Constantine, Tony always feels a little dangerous.
It is true that Constantine is dangerous to most people.
It's just that people like Tony Stark won't be counted.
Few of Constantine's teammates are wealthy or powerful people.
Because even if Constantine persuades his teammates to make voluntary sacrifices, the families and forces of those teammates may not believe Constantine's "voluntary" statement.
Constantine was very cautious.
Bruce Wayne casually held a piece of barbecue and stuffed it into his mouth.
Although he did not see Rorschach after returning to the Holy Mountain, Wayne didn't care much.
Patience is his greatest strength.
This chapter has been completed!