"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 offensive aura on your body, I will treat you less cruelly!"
Rumlow used his feet hard and followed up with a jumping slash.
Spider-Man's injuries were definitely serious, and even the jump between buildings that he was accustomed to had became difficult.
Every time he swung across 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 on his hand and fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment.
But fortunately, his destination has arrived!
Lawyer Matthew Murdock, where Daredevil lives!
Now the only person Spider-Man can truly trust 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 anymore at this time!
As Spider-Man rolled to the ground, Rumlow's figure fell directly from the sky.
His feet stepped on the ground without leaving any trace.
For these barbarian recruits, restraining their own 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 held the giant hammer in both hands and spoke to the Spider-Man in front of him, 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 when Rumlow arrived, Matthew had already felt it.
"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 such a situation occurred.
"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 to attack.
In front of him and Matthew, just a Spider-Man didn't have the ability to escape.
"This kid said 'Hi 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 had some cooperation with him 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 Kingpin.
"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 looked a little ugly under his mask:
"Well, Lawyer Murdoch, is this your guide stick? I think this image of the guide stick is a bit too conspicuous. I can introduce you to a good store. The products in it are at least better than what you have in your hand. 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, just close his eyes and fall asleep.
At least there is everything in the dream.
"Isn't this Spider-Man? What happened to him?"
Angel rubbed his eyes, glanced at the scene and asked with some doubts.
She knew both Rumlow and Matthew, and her memories were so profound that she couldn't forget them even if she wanted to. So she didn't ask Rumlow how he came to this place.
"It seems like there is some misunderstanding?"
Matthew tapped the ground with a mace, and then walked directly towards a safe house in the distance.
He could already hear the sirens and noisy reporters arriving.
Angel and Rumlow understood what Matthew meant, so Rumlow directly grabbed Spider-Man's 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 just heard some news about this. I'm really not Hydra."
Spider-Man's face was very ugly and his hair was messy.
One bad thing 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 SHIELD, 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 propped up the chair beneath him, rocking back and forth.
The two-handed giant hammer has been put back into his backpack.
In a 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 kid's body won't deceive anyone. He is a good person who can also be called a hero."
Matthew said as he sat on the edge of the bed, Angel was already lying on the only bed.
For Angel, she doesn't worry about the things between these people at all.
It is difficult for anyone who has seen Bulcaisel to feel worried about other beings.
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 angrily. If this guy is a villain, that would be easy."
Rumlow muttered twice, took out a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.
"This is my secret, and I thought, if possible, I could keep it to myself."
Spider-Man also lost the idea of saying dirty things. At this time, he just wanted 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."
Rumlow relaxed a little, still leaning back on the chair and talking.
"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 was 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 unfamiliar to barbarians.
"Did you contact 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 victim's behavior of 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 'Hey Hydra' to tease Rumlow? As you said, wouldn't this misunderstanding be over if you went to Constantine honestly?"
Matthew asked with some confusion.
Spider-Man's approach is simply a model of looking for trouble out of nothing.
If he wanted to leave, would Rumlow still stop him there for no 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 sentence, then I will be safe soon! ? "
Spider-Man spoke like he was pouring out bitter words, speaking very fast, clicking like Gatling with blue fire.
Rumlow was speechless at Spider-Man's words.
If Hydra had followed its original style, 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 the terrible thing 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 that a hidden superhero like you should know."
Rumlow said slowly after being silent for a long time.
A lot of information has been revealed 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 interjected.
Although Constantine has always been unreliable, this guy is still responsible in important matters.
The inexplicable disappearance without any news was a bit strange to Constantine.
"Perhaps he has learned from Spider-Man what has happened to Kingpin, or maybe he is locked up by Kingpin at this time?"
Matthew made a reasonable guess, but it turned out to be completely different.
Moreover, 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 grew serious.
He knew about the Kingpin. When he was still a Hydra, he often saw the filial piety sent by the Kingpin.
But Kingpin is a human whose strength has reached an extraordinary level. How did he manage to defeat Matthew?
Matthew took a deep look at Rumlow and finally told the truth.
"Are you saying that there have been changes in Jin Bin that you can't understand, and that he is now as powerful as a monster?"
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 playing with equipment that others cannot afford.
Even people who fall into any chemical reagents or pollution sources may have the opportunity to acquire superpowers that others cannot imagine, but Kingpin has nothing to do with these.
Speaking of being rich, 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 playing with technology is a bit impossible.
As for mutation, Jin doesn't take risks easily.
You must know that the number of people who fell into chemical reagents died or mutated is unknown.
King had no reason to do this.
"I think even if Rorschach comes, he probably won't be a match for Kingpin in a one-on-one situation."
Matthew added.
"Are we qualified to intervene in that kind of battle?"
Rumlow glanced at Matthew and asked word by word.
Matthew's answer will determine how he faces Kingpin.
"We might just have to do something cool. I can't do any harm to Kingpin, but you might be able to do it."
Matthew calmly expressed his judgment.
Rumlow heard this and touched the wristband of the ancestors on his wrist.
Since Matthew said this, he had no reason not to believe it.
Rumlow knew the power of the Hammer of the Ancestors after the Ancestral Skin Care Boost. Although he was not strong enough, even Rorschach had 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. As for Luke and Jessica, don't tell them."
Rumlow rubbed the wrist guards of the ancestors and said firmly.
"Wait a minute, is the Luke you're 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 rear its ugly head.
"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 once could 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 couldn't see Rumlow's gesture, but this didn't prevent him from feeling Rumlow's movements.
Matthew's opinion made Rumlow a little unhappy.
"Then do we have to tell Bulcasso about this kind of thing? Tell him that we are too weak and we are powerless in the face of evil!?"
Rumlow seemed a little testy about this kind of thing.
The guilt was still gnawing at his heart, but it had only gotten 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 the 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 those present to hear clearly.
"Whether we find Rorschach or Bulcaisuo, 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? Let them stay here?"
Matthew asked.
"Take him with us! I don't want to catch this kid 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.
"Is this 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 portal opening this time is not quite right. This is the inside of the gate of the Holy Mountain.
If 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 Tarik.
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 squinted as he waited for Rumlow, the brand-new handle of 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 didn't dare to show it in front of the three ancestors.
Otherwise it gets a little weird.
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 harsher lesson.
"Accident? Did I teach you not to use power you don't have easily?"
Tarik 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."
Korik 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.
Kolik 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 for now. If they don't climb up, then you will be in trouble!"
Talik took one look at Korik and made his decision.
Rumlow is his heir, and since he has already made the punishment, Madoc and Korik will not say more.
"I remember what kind of punishment will be given to the guy who did something wrong?"
Madoc muttered "under his breath".
"It's cruel anyway. I haven't seen many barbarians who can laugh after being punished."
Korik was on the sidelines and threatened Madoc in conjunction with his words.
Matthew frowned in front.
If the third ancestor was 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, and 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!"
Madoc became angrier as he spoke, and after he finished speaking, he extended his sinful black hand towards the back of Kerik's head.
With a loud snap, Korik was buried directly in the snow.
As for why he didn't reach out towards Tarik, it was because he really couldn't beat Tarik.
Although Madoc could probably inflict three times more damage than Talik in a battle with demons, he just couldn't defeat Talik.
Although Defender Talik does not use a shield, the suffocating combat is enough to make any demon feel frustrated.
Straightforward and flawless.
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 an epee can cause.
"The next day you were punished by eating all the brown bread in the inventory. That time I knew how stubborn you were."
Tarik said angrily and pulled Korik up from the snow.
He conveniently locked the throat of Kerik, who was about to fight with Madoc, and spoke with a subtle emotion of fucking.
Madoc had a fight with the three of them over the wine he drank, and then as a provocation to the conflict, Madoc was thrown into the warehouse.
After starving 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!"
Korik struggled hard.
Being able to curse loudly is as if his soul has been choked.
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 the barbarians' punishment would be a bloody and cruel punishment, but now he relaxed a lot.
But what he didn't know was that the wine Madoc drank in front of him was the last memory he brought from his home.
He also didn’t know that those hard black bread were dry food given to him by Madoc’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 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, arguing and playing around.
Constantine walked towards Matthew with a smiling face.
"Constantine, I think you should give Spider-Man an explanation. It is 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 talking to Constantine a little bit.
…
"Andalil, you seem to know something extraordinary."
Bulcaisel sat on the ground calmly and said this.
Andalil's voice no longer contained the negative emotions of the Hell Demon King. At this time, she acted as peacefully as the ordinary people Bulkaiso knew.
"Yes, I am the child of Inarius and Lilith. Bulcasso, the same goes for you."
What Andalil said was a bit strange.
Bulcasso was not the original ancestor, although both men were called Bulcaisso.
"Did you admit the wrong person? I think it's not me you are looking for."
Bulcaisuo 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, Andariel 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!"
Bulkesso was a little irritable.
Too many tragedies brought about by the Hell Demon happened in front of Bulkeso's eyes. The barbarians would never have the idea of compromising with the Hell Demon.
Human beings will have hatred, and this hatred will almost never go away!
Even if some people beg for mercy from the Demon King of Hell for various reasons, this is unlikely to happen to those who are truly strong!
All the humans who are still fighting in Sanctuary have their own persistence, perhaps due to hatred for the Demon King of Hell, or a yearning for the sublime.
Or maybe he simply wants to control the fate of mankind by himself.
Such an existence is simply not something that the Demon King of Hell can get his hands on!
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 for a moment Bulcasso could clearly feel doubts about herself.
"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 mouse! It’s as disgusting as the juice of a rotten zombie pouring into your mouth!”
The flames of anger began to burn in Bulcaisel.
But this kind of flame cannot harm Andariel in the dark soul stone at all.
This method of sealing will not be easily affected, and most of the time it is just a tug-of-war on the level of consciousness.
"Bulkeso, your name represents more than what you imagine. 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 kept speaking in her usual tone without revealing any flaws.
The slightest incoordination when bewitching may lead to failure, and the devils of hell know this very well.
"What are you going to tell me?"
Burqaso's body was filled with rage, but his tone was exceptionally calm.
The joy in Andalil's heart began to grow stronger.
Mental torture was her authority, and she saw an opportunity!
Although Andariel felt a little suspicious about Bulkesso's wavering, she could not turn a blind eye to this excellent opportunity.
"The first generation of Bulcaisel..."
"Still alive!"
Andalil was interrupted by Bulcasso before she could finish her words.
The angry flames on Bulcasso's body subsided in an instant, and his tone returned to coldness.
In a battle of wills, of course Andariel will not be the only one to launch an attack to shake Bulcasso, who 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 Bulkatho'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 had no way to prevent Andariel's voice from reaching his mind, his voice would also be transmitted to the Dark Soul Stone without distinction!
"The first generation Bulcaisuo is still alive, what? Isn't this what you plan 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, Andariel, the King of Torment! "
Bulcaisuo's voice was filled with contemptuous sarcasm, constantly teasing Andariel's sanity.
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.
"That being is still alive, and the legend of that being still exists! So what are you going to do?
The barbarians have been conceiving the plan for who knows how many years. In the eyes of you high-ranking hell demons, it probably doesn’t count, right?
So do you still feel that way now? Andariel?
You are a scumbag that I can easily crush like a little lemure!
You, the king of torture, was holding me in my hand and kept wailing, just crying out in pain!
What are you doing? "
Bulcasso took out a bottle of strong liquor and poured it into his mouth.
The feeling of having the opportunity to catch the Hell Demon King's sore feet and keep yelling at him made him a little excited.
"You haven't remembered my name yet!
There is only one barbarian now named Bulkatho!
It's just me now! This is the 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 was beheaded by me! "
Bulcaisel completely penetrated Andariel's psychological defense! The king of torture began to shout.
"No! You are not the one I fear, you should cry out in pain during the torture!
Burquetso! You don't know the greatness of Bulcaisuo at all, and Volusk and Leiko definitely didn't tell you the truth! "
Andalil's scream made Bulcasso drink up a bottle of wine.
"Is my performance like this what you expected?"
Andalil's calm voice sounded again, and Bulcasso's excitement disappeared in an instant.
Obviously Andariel's previous performance was just a disguise, but only Andariel knew whether Bulkesso's words had effectively broken her will.
"You know that the legends of the first generation of barbarians still exist, but when you fight against Malthael, what you hold in your hands is only a pair of ancient legends.
let me guess? Which is your favorite pair of swords? Is that also something you deliberately forged out of your yearning for the first generation Bulcaisel? It's a pity that you are not him. "
Andariel's anticipation was filled with contempt.
This time Bulcasso just silently took out another bottle of liquor from his backpack and poured it directly into his mouth.
Barbarian and Helllord convince each other?
That's a joke.
"Do you need me to call Cassius over and chant your name and let out a war cry?"
Bulcaisel calmly said the last words in this conversation!
And this sentence formed a decisive blow to Andalil!
"Bastard! Bulcaisel, you bastard! Shut up Cassius! Shut up that bastard that is muddier than the spring water of heaven forever!"
Cassius' almost regular taunt was enough to make Andariel lose her cool.
If it weren't for the crazy Andariel who would torture Bulkiso with piercing screams, Bulkiso might make Cassius make a war cry of curses and curses every day.
That might make Andalil's sanity collapse even more completely.
[Of course the first Bulcaisel is still alive! 】
Bulcasso thought in his heart.
Leiko and Warusk, who were not far away, had just said this.
…
"When do you plan to hand over the first generation legend to Bulcaisuo?"
Leiko said this while holding her helmet.
"By the time he thinks he has surpassed that ancestor, Bulcasso will already know where those legends are. If he wants, he can pick up the pair of swords at any time."
Warusk sat directly on the ground.
The heavy body wearing a suit of battle armor smashed a deep hole in the snow of the Holy Mountain.
"He just didn't want to take the path of the first generation. He set his own path from the beginning, so now he is the banner of the barbarians."
Warusk 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 things are different now.
"He took the first step on his journey, but the original ancestor was only a little closer."
There are thirteen pieces of equipment on the Nephalem, and the seven demon kings of hell plus 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 for myself.
The little bit he was missing was the last piece of equipment!
And the unfinished piece was eventually 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 ancestor, but that also prevented the first ancestor from dissipating.
"But the current Bulcaisso is much more steadfast than the first generation ancestor. At least he has no intention of ending everything in one battle. Obviously, the current Bulcaisu has countless opportunities to succeed, because whether it is an archangel or Even the devil of hell can’t destroy him now.”
Warusk said this.
The first generation Bulkatho wanted to be prepared, and then fulfilled his long-cherished wish in a battle involving angels and demons.
He only had that one chance, and if she couldn't directly complete this grand plan, there would be no next chance.
Only when the equipment is balanced can the first-generation Bulkesso reach that position.
A plan with zero error tolerance will fail no matter how great it is.
But now Bulcaisuo can try countless times because he is already the strongest.
