"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 feeling, especially after Baal devoured Mephisto.
The 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 of the Hell Demon Lords.
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 was a little worried that Barr's power was too targeted at her.
Tenacity and defense both seem a little weak 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?"
Bulcasso said to Johanna without looking back.
Bulcaisso's attitude towards Baal is definitely not good. If given the chance, Bulcaisuo would be happy to tear Baal into pieces.
It's just that this time is not good, 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 burning fang.
"Bulkasso, 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 Harrogas 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. How shaken, but also unable to think calmly."
Bulkesso 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 begins.
Bulcaisuo 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 trouble?"
Warusk held the small black ball in his hand and said with some displeasure.
The little black ball in Warusk's hand is not a strange thing, it is Mephisto's character who hates the devil.
Barr's shreds of consciousness and power were also inside, used to create the images of Barr and Mephisto in that battle.
The ancestors are all dead, so their strength is naturally not as strong as when they were still alive.
Therefore, Baal and Mephisto in the secret realm cannot naturally become too powerful.
Otherwise, this bet would be considered bankrupt.
"I will not fight in the secret realm myself. According to the original situation, I am still fighting those rats who are good at evading in Seschelon."
Bulkesso sat on the chair and looked at Warusk in front of him seriously.
Of course he couldn't take action. If Bulcaisuo took action in that secret realm, the gamble would be completely unfair.
The bet between Tyrell 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 would die in battle, all the recruits could do was pray that the catapult stones would not fall on their heads.
"A bet? Do you think you are qualified to be a chess player? Bulcasso, you won't let me down, right?"
Warusk didn't even raise his head, just silently observing the ball in his hand that was the personification of Mephisto.
He looked serious, like Deckard Kane who was leaning over the table looking up information.
"Warusk, this is the best chance."
Bulkesso said firmly.
The outcome of this gamble seems to have long been unimportant.
Tyrael's person seemed to be there.
It's just that Tyrell's approach is a little strange.
"Really? The best chance? If you directly asked for the authority of justice, Tyrell would probably agree."
Warusk finally raised his head and glanced at Bulcaisuo, his eyes somewhat meaningful.
Tyrael owed it to the barbarians, or in other words, he had long been prepared to entrust his status to him.
Besides, Bulcaisel also redeemed Yizuel's soul, so Tyrell no longer had 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."
Bulcasso rubbed his wrists, his tone a little light.
He felt uncomfortable, as if there was some conspiracy unfolding against him.
But Bulcaisel quickly put this thought behind him.
conspiracy?
The nephalem have long been accustomed to conspiracies and schemes. Whether they are simple or complex, these guys will always accept them.
When Bulcasso meets Diavolo, no matter what conspiracy 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 has always been Tyrell who doesn't do anything."
Warusk threw the ball in his hand to Bulcaisu and said.
What the barbarians pursue is hope, courage, and justice.
And these do not refer to the three archangels Auriel, Imprius and Tyrael.
"I don't really like that guy either."
Leiko sat aside and said silently.
The archangel Leiko is familiar with is Israel, not Tyrael.
Moreover, the kind of familiarity is still reluctant.
Even if the believer in destiny is dead, Israel still wants to find some clues of destiny from Leiko.
"Bulkasso, what do you mean, we old guys who died before that battle can only be responsible for protecting those young boys?"
Warusk said this.
How can a festival limit the number of participants?
That was not a good holiday.
"No, I'll give those demons a hard time."
Bulcaisuo knocked the Dark Soul Stone on his head and said.
Bulcaisel had no intention of letting only those ancestors who died in the defense of Harrogas participate in the battle. That would be too stingy.
There are only a few people who must be restricted.
"Then can I do it? I want to teach that archangel a lesson."
Warusk opened his eyes wide and looked at Bulkesso in front of him and asked.
Putting a peak-level Volusk into an originally "evenly matched" battle would be a disaster.
In particular, the 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."
Burcasso 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 Bulcasso's eyes.
"It seems that in addition to giving me hatred, Barr also brought a small gift?"
Bulcaisuo said while holding the dreamy origin crystal, and then came up with a novel idea.
"This is part of the rules of the dream. Do we want to have a big one!?"
Bulkesso said excitedly.
The nightmare of the Lord of the Dream Dimension was crushed by Baal. This little bit of original rules was a small sign of Baal's goodwill.
As for what this means, or it could be said that Barr wants to exchange meaning for some corresponding little meaning.
It all depends on what Bulkesso means.
"You are such an interesting person."
Warusk shook his head and said:
"If you don't use a piece of the origin of this world to strengthen yourself, don't you plan to let everyone on this planet go in and experience the overwhelming scene of demons?
I don't want to watch the people I protect become crazy. "
Warusk 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 with still weak bodies still cannot fight against demons.
But using this thing to teach ordinary people in dreams what to do when facing demons seems to be a good way.
"Can things seen in dreams be remembered?"
Warusk 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.
Reiko wasn't interested in the idea.
"If you really plan to make 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 said 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 Barr. Everything he says can only be believed in part. Even if he swears an oath in the name of the seven evil dragons, I am still suspicious and wary."
Bulcasso quickly gave up his previous somewhat unrealistic idea.
"By the way, does everyone on the Holy Mountain let them enter 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 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."
Bulquesso said meaningfully.
Gu nodded, basically understanding what Bulkesso meant.
Mages and warriors rarely have multi-class roles.
The mage needs to use his own spirit to explore the mysteries of the world, while the warrior needs to concentrate all his energy to face the 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 would be most convenient to just go to sleep.
There is everything in the dream.
…
"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, those ancestors will find a way.
As long as Banner can get them to help him willingly.
Rumlow does have good intentions and has no 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 that high-tech protective suit and wearing that bat helmet, Wayne appeared on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.
Bulcaisel received Korik's application, so he casually sent a note to Wayne.
Wayne had just sent a famous killer to prison.
Another unusual killer.
Bullets turn corners, pencils kill people, and head-on 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 casually commented on Wayne's armor.
Although the materials are very good, the technical content seems to be a bit lacking.
This is compared with 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 was a bit perfunctory.
Compared with chatting with Tony, Wayne felt that studying how to fight against the ancestors was the most important thing.
Wayne, who has deep delusions of being victimized, 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's 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.
As strong as Yizuer can be corrupted, these ancestors cannot guarantee that their consciousness will always belong to them.
It's up to him to let him have his weaknesses 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 licking his face, with Spider-Man beside him 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 Spider-Man knows nothing about Bruce Wayne.
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 rich."
Tony said this to Constantine in front of him with some dissatisfaction, and knocked on his suit casually.
The 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.
Indeed, Constantine is dangerous to most people.
It's just that people like Tony Stark won't be counted.
Very few of Constantine's teammates are wealthy or powerful people.
Because even if Constantine persuades his teammates to sacrifice voluntarily, 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 didn't see Rorschach after returning to the Holy Mountain, Wayne didn't care much.
Patience is his greatest strength.
