Natsubo has finished handling the matter at hand, and he pays special attention to the soul called Clark Kent.
Of course, Nazbo would not let such a powerful soul wander like this, even if the independent will of this soul was awakened by him.
"I am not willing to sign a contract when we are not familiar with each other at all, although your power does make me very concerned." Nazebo looked at the soul in front of him.
He was still hesitant. This soul had already shown sufficient power even when it was incomplete.
Even Natsubo was doubting whether his contract could bind the being in front of him.
"I don't mind continuing to sleep." Clark Kent said in a very easy-going way. He was not a very serious person.
If Steve is the kind of good person who is noble and perseverant and deserves to be praised, then Clark is a perfect person. In the human field, he has done the best he can do.
The difference between the two is not just a difference in strength, nor is it a noble choice they made.
Although similar, the two should never be compared together.
"Then I will break up most of the souls you have gathered, but I will keep enough souls for you to think at least. Then maybe we can have a stable period of time to get to know each other?" Nazebo put forward his own suggestion.
"Why not? At least I hope that after I paid a heavy price, human life can be better than what I once experienced. Even if it is just a little better, it is enough to make me happy." Clark Kent nodded, he
Of course he has his own persistence, but he is also more relieved.
"I'm a little hesitant, because as a human being, you will never forget what anger is, and this world is probably full of reasons to make you angry." Nazbo glanced at Clark's soul, and then said this
judgment.
"I think so, so I hope you can break up as many of my souls as possible." Clark smiled.
He knows that he can be angry, and he also knows what kind of lethality he will unleash when he is angry.
At this time, he is still thinking about more people.
"There is always someone who is willing to guide the way back to a kind soul, at least that is how it is for humans." Nazbo said, shaking the voodoo doll in his hand.
Then he pulled out his sacrificial knife from the ground and lightly cut his finger. A drop of bright red blood exuded a certain brilliance like a ruby.
"Your body is actually much stronger than you show, right?" Clark said with a smile.
"Yes, although I look particularly weak because of the contract. But my total vitality is there, it is just temporarily lent to other souls for use. As for you, I probably won't sign that kind of contract.
Through a simple exchange contract, I may not be able to provide you with the huge vitality your soul needs." Natsubo didn't mean to hide it at all.
When Natsubo faces a complete human being, he always behaves strangely and silently. But when facing souls, he behaves exceptionally candidly.
As the top soul master among the Nephalem, he firmly believes that he cannot judge whether a soul is complete through the body.
But he believed that there would be no secrets when any soul appeared in front of him.
"I don't have that idea. Now I probably just want to see the world now. It might be better if I can see those friends I used to have." Clark smiled heartily, and there was only one thing in his soul.
Looking back, there is not much emotion of regret.
This performance made Nazbo's favor towards Clark rise a bit.
"I don't think it's appropriate to turn your soul into a zombie dog, so just turn it into a ghost child. Those little guys are the safest form of soul existence I have. As long as you don't face the rules of Baal,
The destruction, these little guys cannot be killed," Nazbo said.
Army of Ghost Children, this move is considered a big move for the witch doctor. The souls in Nazebo's hands can be divided into four or five levels.
A soul that does all kinds of evil but is powerful enough, he will use it to fill the body of a zombie dog. The lethality of the zombie dogs in Nazebo's hands is very amazing. Even an elite-level demon cannot face these little guys one-on-one.
But being a zombie dog is not such a pleasant experience, the kind that always smells the rotten smell emanating from your body and bites those disgusting demons.
This is Nazbo's punishment for those souls. As for those souls that do all kinds of evil but are not strong enough, Nazbo does not have a good way to punish them.
Simply let them become a kind of soul-eating and fire bats. Once the souls in the soul-eating are released, no matter how many results they cause, they will not be able to escape the ending of death.
All such souls need to experience is the despair experienced by those who have been harmed at their hands.
As for the soul in the fire bat, it is simply fuel. It is enough to feel the pain of tearing and burning as it ends.
As for the souls that were turned into spiders and toads, most of them were not good people. The souls that Nazbo thought were good people were actually by his side.
Nazebo's army of ghost children are such souls. As for the souls of other good people, Nazebo is redeeming them.
Every time he blows the arrow, Nazebo will tear off a little fragment of the soul of the enemy hit. He is using his own methods to repair the souls of those ghost children.
Natsubo, who was cruel in his methods, was always gentle. But his gentleness was more for the dead, and the living rarely had the opportunity to experience Natsubo's emotions.
"I don't have any opinion on this, or I just wanted to talk about something at first. Of course, it would be better if you could find someone for me." Clark smiled.
"I will take you around this planet, and if it is destined, you will meet the person you want to see." Nazebo said as if he was comforting.
After the previous conversation, Nazeebo was willing to do something for Clark's soul. Anyway, this was just a casual thing, and it would not delay Nazeebo's original plan at all.
"Thank you then." Clark took the initiative to show that his soul was defenseless when he spoke.
He knew where his advantage lay. With that body, he was so powerful that even the gods would tremble.
But after losing his body and leaving only his soul, although he is still considered powerful, he is no longer as invincible as he once was!
He has never been good at facing the power of magic. Even if his powerful soul prevents ordinary spells from harming him, that is only when
It was just within the scope of "ordinary". Natsubo shook the voodoo doll, and the blood on his fingers fell away from his fingers as he danced, and then began to swirl with the rhythm of Natsubo's dance.
I don’t know what happened to a drop of blood, but it gave people an extremely heavy feeling. The blood continued to stretch, and then turned into a layer of light red gauze, covering the souls of Natsubo and Clark.
.
Nazbo's strange and rhythmic voice came from the air, desolate, distant, and with a strong wild atmosphere!
When Nazebo's figure reappeared from the gauze, he had a small voodoo doll on his shoulder.
The voodoo doll wears a mask that looks like a bamboo basket, and has a mark on its chest that looks like it was smeared with blood on its fingers.
"s"!
"This mark represents hope in your hometown, right?" Nazbo said softly to the voodoo doll.
"Yes, I heard you say before that there is an Archangel of Hope in your world? If there is a chance, I would like to meet him." Clark's voice became a little sharp and unpleasant, which is a very common situation.
If after processing a soul, there is no change in the soul, then this is definitely not Natsubo's method.
He is the one who is best at changing the soul form among all the Nephalem beings who are good at the soul field.
Even he couldn't change the form of the soul without affecting the soul. Therefore, Clark's voice was a bit like that of a child in the voice-changing stage, which was a bit harsh at first glance.
"It's her, Auriel is a woman, although I'm also curious why archangels need gender distinctions." Nazebo corrected her.
"Maybe because they are not the kind of angels in the concept? Just like gods should be completely different from humans." Clark said with a smile.
"Maybe, at least those archangels are not without desires." Nazebo sneered, and then he glanced at Hellboy in the distance who had finished his rest and planned to continue driving on the road.
"Let's go, my short-term goal is to follow that guy." Nazebo pointed in the direction of Hellboy.
"Whatever you want, I'm just a story-telling doll, I have no goals." Clark didn't mean to object at all.
He may be more open-minded than imagined... In the Burning Hell, the team of legendary barbarians who are still killing people are temporarily resting.
There were no shadows of demons around them. Baal had just been thrown into the burning hell before, but these legendary barbarians were not afraid at all.
However, it is not without benefits after Baal comes back. At least those garbage demons now have a command and will not be so stupid as to simply charge.
"Hey, we can't kill all the demons anyway, why don't we charge towards the center of the Burning Hell?" Andakulgas asked Gruchak.
Although Hailabu is the guy who is most like the core among the people here, Hailabu's popularity is not very good.
Andakulgas prefers to talk to Gruchak.
"I don't think there is any need to do this. We are here to tell the Burning Hell our attitude. They will have to pay the price for their actions no matter when." Gruchak said after the demon plasma soaked his calf.
Zhong washed his hands and then casually wiped off the blood stains on his body.
There are no germs in devil's blood. This thing is actually very effective for sterilizing and disinfecting, but most people can't try it.
Everything that a being who is not powerful enough comes into contact with the devil may become the cause of corruption... This is sad.
Because the weaker the existence, the more powerful the devil can be felt from everything the devil has touched.
On the contrary, guys like Gruchak and others who were already strong enough in their own right showed disdain after coming into contact with traces of demons.
As for guys who make them feel powerful, most of them are unlikely to have any attraction to them.
Because those guys are mortal enemies and there is no room for maneuver. The barbarian elder who was corrupted back then was not corrupted by fear of Baal and Mephisto. He was forced to that level by the never-ending war and the demon army.
.
This matter was of course his own problem, so the barbarian never intended to record this matter on the heads of archangels or demons.
However, there are too many grievances and grievances between archangels, demons and nephalem, and there is actually no shortage of this one.
"This time Bulcaisel didn't say how far we need to go, or that as long as we want, we can keep killing in this place." Kotur pinched his fist.
The process of constantly punching and tearing or crushing demons made him feel a bit boring. There are few demons who simply like wrestling. Even if there are a few big guys who are willing to give it a try occasionally,
I always use some tricks when wrestling.
Such as attacking with tongue projectiles, sneak attacks with bone spurs on joints, etc. Although Kotur is used to this kind of thing, he still gets angry.
Because this is not a pure wrestling.
"It's actually quite interesting to drown demons in their own plasma." Calgar waved the flag in his hand.
The flag was covered with blood, making it look a bit more ferocious. Calgar casually spread the flag out and laid it flat on the blood. Cleaning his flag was one of his few hobbies.
"Hey, Kotur or Gruchak, whoever you two want to give this place a kick, I need a huge pit!" Olongus shouted to the few barbarians in front.
This plasma has little effect on the guys in front, but it is a bit troublesome for Olongus.
He had a little trouble gathering the power on the ground.
"How big of a pit is that?" Hailab said, smacking his lips. This place was a plain, and the plasma transformed from the demon's flesh and blood had already covered their calves.
How big of a pit would it take for Orlongus to use the Spear of the Ancients without being affected by the plasma?
"I suggest you, Olongus, extract the power of the ground from one place, so that you can at least dig a deep pit under your feet." Andakulgas joked at the top of his voice.
"By the way, who of you knows what is under the ground of the Burning Hell?" Hailab suddenly asked.
As soon as this question came out, the legendary barbarians fell silent. In the past, they themselves had rarely had the opportunity to come to the Burning Hell, so naturally they would not know what was under the ground of the Burning Hell.
This question is particularly attractive to them.
"Yin Na, can you come and help us blow a deep hole out of the ground of the Burning Hell?" Herab raised his voice and asked Yin Na, who was observing them outside.
"I don't have that kind of energy, although I am also a little curious." Yin Na's voice came over in a somewhat ethereal tone~