The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

The flying knife driven by huge power penetrated directly into the bullseye on Bullseye's forehead, and then the handle of the knife shattered under the huge force, directly smashing Bullseye's forehead, leaving only a piece of blood mist slowly.

of spilled.

Along with the gift of thunder and lightning, a burning stench appeared in the air.

Luke Cage was walking in the distance carrying a plastic bag with a face full of astonishment, while Jessica Jones froze on the spot.

"I felt the breath of the soul. This kind of soul is the kind that demons like most, and it is full of sin."

Suddenly this sound came from the plastic bag.

Bulcasso frowned, like an old man looking at his cell phone on the subway.

"Haven't you dealt with this scum yet?"

Bulcaisel clapped his hands and looked at Luke Cage not far away.

As for Jessica Jones, he didn't care much.

This woman would not panic and lose sight of the dead body, even though Jessica still had a huge psychological shadow about the battle.

Bulcaisel doesn't like guys who deal with demons.

Back then, that idiot named Lessard boasted that he could control any demon he summoned, but his head was eaten by the demon he summoned.

The demon was dispatched by a passing barbarian, and the skull was forged into the legendary helmet known as the Resonating Skull.

The Resonating Skull is just like the decoration on the hood of Bulcaisel's pickup truck, and it looks quite impressive.

"I was just going to ask if there was any problem with this guy staying around."

Luke had just seen the scene where Bullseye was brutally shot in the head, and Luke had yet to recover.

Although he had long been accustomed to fighting in the secret realm, watching a human being get his head shot was still a bit too exciting.

Luke said as he lifted the plastic bag in his hand, took out Balza's head and threw it away.

"Please clean up, please."

Burcasso said casually to the agents who had not left yet, then turned and walked into the blacksmith shop.

Luke shook his head, grabbed Balza's Heavenly Spirit Cap with one hand, and followed Bulcasso.

Jessica Jones in the distance stood there for a while before making up her mind and walking into the blacksmith shop.

"Call the cleaner, they're at the blacksmith shop here in the park."

The agent had a headache. He had to write another report after he returned.

Bullseye's death should be news that needs to be hidden. It's very troublesome to deal with this kind of thing.

Although Mr. Fisk has some energy, he can't do anything when facing S.H.I.E.L.D.

If that doesn't work, just find a tax bureau ID and have a good talk with Mr. Fisk, the agent thought to himself.

"Although some Nephalem like to keep some little demons that pose no threat as pets and let them do some work of picking up gold coins, but no Nephalem likes to keep a little demon that can't even move independently.

Something to keep as a pet.”

Bulcasso sat at the table, grabbed a piece of black bread and ate it while talking.

When he was still young, he had a chubby little devil as a pet, and he also had a hound with devil blood.

He even named the demon Shijinrou. Later, in an unknown battle, the little demon disappeared.

Perhaps ten pounds of meat turned into ten pounds of minced meat in the whirlwind that Bulqueso inadvertently waved.

It was just a demon, and Bulcasso didn't care much about it.

"I plan to learn some common sense about hell from this guy's mouth. Although I don't really like that talkative guy named Constantine, I still think it is necessary to learn the knowledge he said."

Luke said hesitantly.

"You should first let Madoc see your learning ability as a human before talking about this. He has been complaining..."

Halfway through Bulcasio's words, he suddenly felt that it seemed inappropriate to relay Madoc's somewhat excessive swear words in front of Luke.

"You say I'm no different from a donkey? I understand. I'm not a smart person. If I were smart, I wouldn't be like a gangster doing nothing every day."

Luke took the words calmly and didn't seem to care much.

"He said that you are one of the lowest starting barbarian warriors he has ever seen. Your body is so stiff that it's as if the thing around your neck is like a decoration. Even a hard-haired rat's head can be controlled better than you.

This body."

Seeing that Luke didn't pay much attention to it, Bulcaisel continued on with the topic.

Balza really wanted to shout at this moment, he could control this body, but feeling the increasing strength in Luke's palm holding his Tianling Gai, he chose to shut up.

"He thinks that you can't inherit everything from him, nor can you create your own legend from his legend and glory. But you are the only heir he has chosen over the years."

Bulcasso put down the black bread in his hand, and the bread made a thump on the table.

Balza finally breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that cracks had appeared on his heavenly spirit cap. Fortunately, Luke finally relaxed his grip on his hand.

"Why would he choose me?"

Luke looked directly into Bulcaisel's eyes without any intention of giving in or fearing.

"Have you ever learned his name and legend?"

Bulcaisel looked into Luke Cage's eyes and spoke slowly.

Mardoc, the Prophet of War, suffered only one defeat in his life, and it was that defeat that took away his life.

But his lifetime record is 486,913 wins and one loss.

Fighting dozens of times a day is nothing unusual for these barbarians.

In hundreds of years of fighting, the number of demons who died under his hands has long been difficult to count.

Luke Cage only knows that his mentor is called Madoc, and he doesn't know anything else.

Mardoc, the battle prophet, is naturally able to know the outcome of the battle in advance.

It's just that in his life, he has never seen the result of his defeat before a battle, except before the last battle of his life, he saw his own death.

For countless years, he witnessed countless barbarian warriors walking down the Holy Mountain, but he had never chosen his successor.

Now he has chosen Luke Cage, even though he doesn't think Luke can become as powerful as him.

But Luke Cage is definitely not as bad as he says.

He was just showing off to other ancestor spirits. He thought he had found a good successor and had high hopes for him.

"I don't."

"Then ask the other ancestors, and one of them will tell you why the name Madoc represents. By then, you will know why you were chosen by him."

Bulcaisel stood up and took Balza's head from Luke's hand, then stuffed a piece of Mist Crystal into Balza's mouth, and placed the head in the stove.

Balza, born of fire, will not be burned by the fire, but he will become what Luke wants.

A blue portal has opened in front of Luke.