389 The King of Plague Is Not the Disease (Low-end Guarantee)
The ground in the Burning Hell is still trembling. It would be better to say that the ground in this place has never stopped.
Barr sat quietly on his throne and frowned as he watched a group of rats crawling out of the cracks in the ground.
Although these rats quickly turned into a blackened pile of garbage in the flames of the Burning Hell, they were still a bit annoying.
"Now is not the time."
Barr didn't know who he was talking to, and his face darkened.
Apparently the rat didn't please him very much.
A weak squeak seemed to be responding to Barr.
"I told you, now is not the time. I know your hatred for barbarians, but now where do you want me to find you a suitable soul as nourishment?"
Barr muttered and waved his arms unconsciously.
The squeaking paused for a moment, then suddenly became louder.
There was the sound of rodents neighing and claws clawing at gravel everywhere.
"Hamelin! Be calm! I know you are Diavolo's subordinate, but now I am the only one in control of the Burning Hell!"
Baal was furious, and the entire throne shook with his roar.
None of these sub-level demons will make people worry, especially those who only follow their bosses.
Hamelin is one of the best.
Facing Barr's anger, the movements of the rats became more detailed.
It was as if he was mocking Barr.
To be honest, Barr was already prepared for this, after all, he just couldn't defeat his brother.
It's just that he has other ways to exchange for quiet space.
"Huh!" - a dissatisfied sigh.
As Barr exhaled, the ground of the Burning Hell was dyed with a layer of gray-black energy, and some faint green could still be seen.
A thick arm stretched out from the ground, and then pulled out the body that was not in harmony with the arm.
The King of Diseases, referred to as the King of Diseases.
Fortunately, no one uses the word "disease" to refer to this terrifying big devil.
The most powerful strength of the Plague King, who is covered in toxins, is his deformed arm. After all, this arm is the only one that belongs to Baal.
That body full of poison was picked up by Baal from Duriel.
It's like picking up trash.
The power of toxins is limited after all, especially for destruction.
Barr's hand grasped one of his tentacles and hesitated.
He didn't know if it was worth it.
After all, it would be easier to leave things like catching mice to barbarians.
Hamelin's sharp scream made Barr frown and make up his mind.
Without stopping, he broke off the tentacles in his hands and threw them towards the Plague King.
The body that was just following instinct seemed to be injected with consciousness and became energetic.
"Roar!"
The Plague King roared and hit the ground heavily with his huge arms, and then the poison appeared out of thin air and poured into the cracks on the ground of the Burning Hell.
Perhaps the nickname Poisonous Rat Qiang is quite suitable for the Plague King.
"Good, very energetic!"
Barr grimaced and applauded.
He doesn't like to praise others, but King Plague is different.
This thing is like a child clinging to his parents, wanting to get praise from Barr every moment.
Innocence and cruelty!
If Baal didn't praise King Plague, then King Plague would definitely behave like a naughty child.
Barr was not in the mood to coax the child afterward, so he could just praise him at the time.
With a sound of "Ouch", King Plague shouted loudly.
A piece of skin was bitten by a big rat on the leg which was too small compared to the arm.
Although the mouse quickly fell to the ground and was scorched black by the high temperature of the burning hell.
This is not a serious matter, at least the Plague King will not die from diseases such as the plague.
But this offended Barr's dignity.
Hamelin dared to say no to him!
This signal was a bit dangerous, and Barr's face darkened again.
"King of Plague, my child. The current Burning Hell does not have enough space for you to perform. I hope you can find a place you like."
Barr said the word "child" awkwardly.
The Plague King is not someone like Lilith, nor does Barr want to use his most powerful origin as a bet for a huge gamble like Mephisto.
The Plague King is just the epitome of some destruction.
Children are still a bit out of the question.
But King Plague didn’t think so.
Barr glanced at the cracks on the isolation cover that still existed and gritted his teeth.
Then he opened a gap big enough for the Plague King to pass through, and then used his eyes to signal the Plague King to leave here.
Barr can't leave.
If he leaves the Burning Hell on his own, he will have no advantage at all in the subsequent struggle.
Diavolo controls the most powerful fear, and he can only match one or two by relying on the Burning Hell.
Because he is Diavolo's older brother, he has slightly more authority.
He is the most passive person, especially not all of the demonic powers that can be awakened in the Burning Hell are loyal to him.
Barr felt a sense of urgency.
Even if he didn't expect to be able to crush this guy Bulcaisuo, he didn't intend to hand over everything he had for nothing.
"At least, Diavolo must not inherit all my inheritance after my failure!"
Barr said harshly.
By the way, a powerful force was used to push the King of Plague out.
The malicious squeaking of Hamelin's big rat came from beneath the ground. It was taunting!
The Plague King stood dumbly on the land outside the Burning Hell, and then turned around.
A rare glint of thought appeared in his eyes.
Children always grow up, especially after experiencing many battles and deaths.
It's just that he shouldn't have love, nor should he feel what "parents" are.
"Go, live, and don't come back!"
Barr said in a cold and stern tone that he deliberately disguised.
To be honest, his tone when facing Bulqueso was much more natural than it is now.
This deliberate disguise made him look like a fool.
Although he doesn't know the future victory or defeat, Barr already knows that his name will most likely not appear on the list of winners.
Just like he planned to take care of the big rat in Hamelin, Diavolo will also use unique methods to control the Plague King.
The power of fear is so powerful that even the most destructive people will have palpitations.
King Plague dragged his huge arm and waved his hand to Barr.
Then he left without looking back.
"I hope you really understand what I mean."
Barr said this.
How could an intelligent being have only a single emotion?
It's that single destruction that Barr is after, but it's still on the way.
The purest demon is actually not that pure, just like the courageous Imprius who hesitates.
…
"Diavolo!"
Rorschach clutched Tyr's head and roared.
The wings behind him spread wider.
In this realm of fear, justice can still open a gap.
The faces of those Asgardians who were sleeping in nightmares finally became calmer.
Diavolo, who was far away in Asgard, felt Rorschach's call, and his expressionless face seemed to be deep in thought.
Diavolo stretched out his sharp little finger and dug into his ear, probably where there was some blood on his fingertips.
Maybe the way the Demon King of Hell picked out his ears was so rough, or maybe Diavolo's ears couldn't tolerate the claws that were sharp enough to break Solarion.
"No matter what happened to him, he is still my brother!"
Thor walked over with the meat cleaver in his hand and spoke loudly to Rorschach.
Although he didn't know what had happened to Rorschach, the power of justice had been instilled in his heart.
Nature cannot retreat.
"He is Diavolo's lackey, and all the zombie-like people you see are because of him!"
Rorschach was not at peace.
Having just become the Archangel of Justice, he has yet to find his place among the Archangel "Justice" and the Barbarian "Wrath".
It's a little swaying and not very pretty.
"But he is my brother! My brother! You know Rorschach, I don't have many relatives anymore!"
Thor roared like this.
The face almost hit Rorschach's nose.
Rorschach was stunned for a moment.
Then the radiance of justice in his body became even more dazzling, even stabbing those Asgardians who had not yet awakened.
Justice can be very hurtful sometimes.
Blood stains appeared on Thor's face under this light.
This was no longer something that could be explained in words. Thor raised his weapon and stared at Rorschach.
"The conflict of ideas must be decided through violence! Now is the time! Rorschach!"
Thor didn't intend to say anything like "I understand you" or "You need to calm down now".
He does not have such good eloquence, and his relatively smooth brain cannot organize complex language.
"Thor, where do you stand?"
Hela's hand gently pressed on Thor's shoulder, and a beautiful face was smiling.
It didn't matter how miserable Tyr was, she only recognized Thor as her younger brother.
Even in terms of blood, Tyr is a younger brother, but this younger brother is a bit too much.
The eldest sister's wisdom can always give Thor some inspiration, such as how to face the person opposite.
"The King of Asgard!"
Thor answered his sister's question like this, and then took Mjolnir from his sister as if waking up from a dream.
He finally had some aura that belonged to a king, and a few flashes of lightning flashed in his eyes.
Hela let out a long breath.
Neither the Hammer God nor the savage Hammer God will be the King of Asgard.
Only a pure Thor can be the king of Asgard.
Now it's Rorschach's turn to answer this question.
What is Rorschach's position here?
Hela was a little curious.
So she searched for Rorschach's sight with a pair of bright eyes.
Rorschach hesitated for a moment and put the hood behind him on his head.
There's not much difference between him and Tyrell now.
I couldn't see my face anyway, it was so black.
This can be regarded as his declaration, as "justice".
"cut."
Hela made a somewhat dissatisfied voice.
There is no point in blaming anything.
"In this case, let those Asgardians wake up first and let them see your justice with us. Justice is always on the side of the majority of people."
Hela said this, forcing Rorschach with words.
The "good guy" in the general sense is always the one who suffers.
She wanted to see if Rorschach could be such a person.
The power of the group is used to intimidate, and those who try to hold back the wave will always have doubts.
Hella is sure of this.
Because the last time in this situation, he was the one who blocked the wave.
As for the waves, not much has changed, they are still the same familiar faces.
Thor didn't know why his sister took over the right to speak, but his greatest advantage was that he was fairly self-aware.
For example, if he can't speak, Odin has already told him through actions.
If he could speak, he might not have been thrown out of Asgard by Odin like a big piece of garbage.
"It makes no sense, justice is unstoppable!"
Rorschach said this!
Then he violently twisted off Tyr's head!
In Hela’s excited eyes!
Rorschach will not compromise.
He also doesn't have much tolerance for annoying guys. For example, he threw the guy who had been annoying him from the elevator, which he did more than once.
Now he is righteous and naturally stubborn!
"you!"
Thor only shouted one word, and the hammer in his hand hit Rorschach's head hard.
A battle.
This is not surprising at all.
Boom!
Thunder and lightning finally came, and at this time Thor had some flavor of the God of Thunder.
He doesn't use barbarian skills very deliberately, because his life is not short, and he has already developed a set of things like fighting postures that he is used to.
It's just that the use of blunt weapons is similar in most places.
Sweeping, smashing, twirling, pushing, etc., but no flowers can be produced.
As for Thor's unique skill, it is probably the use of the war hammer as a flail or a meteor hammer.
"Dong~"
There is a crisp sound, and you will know it is a good head as soon as you hear the sound.
When Rorschach received a hammer, a nut hammer also appeared in his hand, and the ferocious hammer head was pressed hard against Thor's face, making a not-so-pleasant sound.
The sound was a bit sloppy.
Obviously Thor's head does not belong to the ranks of good heads.
The sharp spikes on the head of the nut hammer tore off a large piece of Thor's face, leaving it bloody and bloody.
Then the hammer in his hand continued to swing and hit it!
Hela smiled, holding the legendary war hammer of the Son of Odin and swinging it on Rorschach's waist!
She has never been a weak woman, and even Valkyrie and the like cannot describe her bravery.
Rorschach was knocked off balance by the blow, but said nothing.
Who can stop a sister from protecting her troubled brother?
Moreover, this sister is still an unmarried woman and does not use other people's things.