Just as the three barbarian ancestors in hell were explaining their senses about the devil of hell, their bodies gradually became illusory.
Although they could have continued to be active in a physical form, the premise was that Bulcaisuo did not call the ancestors again.
At this time, Bulkesso needed to let them do something, which led to the current situation.
On the other side of the rift in time and space, Bulcaisel didn't see anything strange, but a huge planet seemed to be locked, surrounded by densely packed spaceships and pepper pots that were already covered with tentacles. .
"Time? What does this mean?"
Bulkesso was a little troubled by what he saw.
According to his superficial understanding of the rules, time in this place does not just slow down or speed up as those guys said before.
Instead, it was locked in some strange state, like a picture.
Anyway, Bulcaisel couldn't figure out the nature of time, and the rules were always stingy towards lives with incomplete souls.
As for the purpose of Bulcaisu's trip, there is still no trace of the Hell Demon King hiding here.
This made him a little messy.
After all, a traceless chase was more like a headless fly wandering around.
Destroying everything just to find the shadow of the Demon King of Hell? That approach was not on Bulcaisso's radar.
"destroy!"
Not far away, a pepper shaker with tentacles made a mechanical sound.
For these guys who have undergone genetic modification, machinery is their body.
Some golden remnants of paint could still be barely seen between the densely packed tentacles. The guy's mechanical body stretched out an arm like a toilet shovel and fired a laser at Bulcasso.
This laser also penetrated the monster's dangling tentacles. Judging from the unimpeded attack, this monster seemed to have little sense.
This is a rare thing for Daleks.
No matter how much these guys act like monsters, they are all intelligent beings.
Crazy is an emotion that should not exist for them.
Even thinking other than obeying higher-level commands is not very common for low-level Daleks.
"ha?"
Bulcaisuo did not let out a war cry, but just let out a strange admiration.
He looked at the laser with a strange expression as it flew past him. If it was an attack, it would have deviated a lot, at least it would not pose the slightest threat.
A guy who can't even hit his target shouldn't be considered a big threat.
Even if the power of that laser made Bulcaisuo a little curious, it was already comparable to the power displayed by the top-notch Earth-thumping Demon attack.
Although it was nothing to Bulcaisuo, none of the new barbarian recruits could withstand such a blow.
He didn't pay much attention to the monster Bulcaisuo in front of him, it was just a thing that could be easily dealt with.
Even though he was a little displeased by the very iron-box Barr aura about him, he had more important things to do now.
"Andariel, tell me who is hiding here? Azmodan or Baal!"
Bulcaisel directly asked Andariel, who was sealed in the dark soul stone, in a threatening tone. Although he didn't think he would get a real answer, it was easy to ask.
Although that guy behaves like a descendant of Baal, Baal never does anything like corruption.
Destruction is always straightforward, even if it is calculated, it is not secretive.
"I don't know, seriously."
Andalil also had some doubts in her tone.
She could feel that her brother's aura did exist in this place, but it was difficult to distinguish the specific source at this time.
But Andalil won't tell Bulcasso completely about her feelings. Anyway, she is free to say whatever she wants.
There was nothing Bulkesso could do to silence her or tell her the truth.
"You know, Malthael will definitely come to this world. If you don't want to be killed by that guy, you'd better cooperate with me."
Bulkiso took out the mace of Wu Ming again and smashed the shell of the wild Dalek. Then he looked at the flesh and blood body that had lost its shell and began to expand rapidly. There was a rare look on Bulkiso's face. He showed an expression of disgust.
Now he can almost determine who created everything here. This method of corruption and transformation can only be liked by the evil demon king.
At least half of the named demons came from that guy's hands, including Siege Beasts, Gaom, etc., it was a mess.
"We will not fail. He has lost the container to devour us. As long as you are corrupted, everything will return to the way it was at the beginning."
Andariel said something that was hard to distinguish between true and false.
It was a good thing that Andalil no longer used noisy voices to stir up Bulcasso's emotions, but it was also a bad start.
People who communicate with the Demon King of Hell usually don't end well.
Bulcaisel didn't take this to heart.
Malthael can swallow the power and part of the origin of the Archangels without any impact just like Diavolo swallowed his brothers and sisters, then he can swallow the origin of the Demon King of Hell.
Moreover, when Malthael became "Death", he had already obtained the power of the Seven Demon Kings.
"Azmodan! The guy here is Azmodan!"
Bulcaisel shouted like a broken thought, and then he used the ancestor summoning skill again.
So the figures of the three ancestors in hell disappeared and appeared in this place instead.
It's just that their bodies look a little fragile.
The connection between the Holy Mountain of Harrogath and the world on the other side of the time and space rift is somewhat weak, so these ancestors were weakened a lot when they appeared here.
As for Bulkesso, all his power comes from himself and will naturally not be weakened by changes in the environment.
I have to say that being a hero is sometimes more comfortable than being a god incarnated by rules.
At least it won't be weakened by a world without such rules at all.
However, if a rules god can pass on rules that are not available in the world, then maybe he can get more things.
Apparently Azmodan in this world now does this.
The concept of time is always relative.
Just like someone might question "God made the sun on the fourth day, so what is the basis for measuring time in the first three days?"
"You actually summoned us here. Is there anything difficult to deal with here?"
Madoc waved the weapon on his hand and asked with some strangeness.
"We haven't had a chance to kill those nasty things yet. It doesn't seem like we need to fight around here."
Korik glanced at the surrounding environment, and then chopped the expanding Dalek body into pieces with an axe.
"Oh, it feels good. This guy reminds me of those powerful demons from that time."
Korik felt the touch of splitting the monster's body from his hand, and roared in surprise.
Dalek's body is actually quite fragile. He originally had a soft, mud-like posture.
But after being transformed by Azmodan, the speed of this creature's transformation was exaggeratedly fast, but even the emotion of obedience disappeared.
Daleks' senseless madness prevents these guys from showing their original power.
After all, technology is not something that a lunatic can play with. It requires knowledge and action to construct power.
"You want us to help you find the Hell Demon King hiding here?"
Cassius shook his fist and asked, then turned his attention to the planet in the distance that looked like a picture.
"Go find it. I always feel that there is not only this little space in the world here."
Bulcaisuo said with a frown, the trouble was beyond imagination.
It ended up being a boring game of hide-and-seek.
"I hope you won't stay here for too long. After all, we can't do without your presence over there for the time being."
After Cassius finished speaking, he rushed towards the twisted group of Daleks. Fighting was his favorite thing.
Finding people is just fun after fighting.
While Bulcaisel and the three ancestors were looking for Azmodan's whereabouts, the battle at St. Paul's Cathedral finally took place.
Constantine has determined that the magic opportunity that only attacks the soul can break through and solve the Cybermen without any hindrance.
Those guys know nothing about the soul, so they are all new students in the course of how to protect the soul.
"Supreme Mage, you can prepare, just like you did when you pulled my soul out of my body. I don't think these guys know how to get their souls back into this iron can."
Constantine thought of a simpler way. He wanted to see what the souls of these transformed Cybermen would look like.
This is worth looking forward to.
Ancient Yi glanced at Constantine coldly, then turned around and continued to fight.
Compared to what Constantine was thinking about, she didn't want to try it at all.
The actions between the Cyberman's soul and body are completely inconsistent, and the painful cry coming from the soul is enough to make people feel uneasy.
People standing at different levels will have completely different ideas. It is as if Odin, who can hear the voice, is just silently bringing relief to these poor people.
Mechanical ascension is just a joke after all.
The human soul will remain in the body because the body has not completely died, but a completely uncontrolled body and mind will cause the two to split.
Until the moment when the soul can do nothing but cry.
This again involves a debate, whether the soul controls the body or the body controls the soul.
For a group of people at the top of mysticism, the soul is the source of all power.
This is something that those who are immersed in technology have a hard time understanding.
After all, for them, whether the soul exists is a question, and this question will last until they die.
"Deal with them, Master Ancient One! I can block those guys while you prepare."
Rorschach roared in a voice that was almost a roar, but his tone was strangely calm.
Just hearing Doctor Who and their discussion about the birth of the Cybermen made it impossible to ignore this agent of justice.
"Man is born free" is not a slogan for Rorschach, he truly believes this.
The manipulated person is weak to him, so he needs to be "rescued".
Although it seems like the mental journey of a paranoid man, this is the true thought of Rorschach, and it is also his justice.
"It's a pity that only at this time will I look forward to death."
Gu muttered quietly.
The justice given by death is the best relief for this soul.
As these words came out, Gu Yi handed over his front-row fighting position to Rorschach, and silently walked to the back row, still chanting those weird spells.
As the symbol and master of white magic, Emperor Weishan has many similar spells.
The most effective of these is to send these souls directly to the kingdom of death.
This relief couldn't be better for the Cybermen.
At this time, in the Kingdom of Death, Death, who was sitting on the throne, watched all this happen without saying a word.
Although she really wanted to make an expression, it was a bit difficult for others to make expressions with the skull's face.
"I don't want to see the mage who is destined to live forever again, so my brother, are you sure you want me to go there in person?"
The sound of death rang in the ears of eternity, and eternity nodded imperceptibly.
A race that exists in a completely different world can also be of great help to this world.
The world needs an upgrade! Start with those souls from another world.
