The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

The moment Bulqueso grabbed the killer monkey's neck, he felt the feeling of being eroded by the devil.

What can a simple monkey understand?

Even if one could learn to fire a gun through imitation, it would be impossible to learn to calculate ballistic wind speed and the like.

This monkey had long been transformed by the devil without even knowing it.

So Bulqueso directly destroyed the monkey's body, turning the killer monkey into a corpse.

Let's bring this unlucky monkey back and see if we can let it continue to exist in a different way.

"You don't have to rush back. Things in that place are over."

Bulkesso said casually.

"By the way, did you bring wine?"

Bulcaisel threw his blood bottle to Rumlow, which bottle was named after the Potion of Endless Chaos.

This potion will randomly teleport the user out. With the severity of the injury, the teleportation will be further away.

Bulcaisel's normal injuries are not enough to even shake him.

Rumlow was lucky, as he only moved three meters. If it had been teleported any further, Bulcasso might have had to jump out of the building to catch the unlucky guy.

For example, Orak from the Big Bear Tribe, after defeating the demon of the Hammer, he drank the Potion of Endless Chaos while being seriously injured, and then appeared in the cave of Hamelin with the big rat with sores on his back.

There was a look at each other.

Then he was bitten to death by endless rats, and died miserably.

Although he also took away Hamelin's life so that the big rat could only appear in the secret realm, this did not change the fact that Orak died miserably.

"I'll go buy it right now."

Coulson chose to trust Bulcaisel. Otherwise, how could he, an agent whose identity was exposed and was still being hunted, return to SHIELD?

Burcasso threw the killer monkey's body into the room and landed on the table. He had to think about how to let the monkey continue to exist.

After all, a monkey with intelligence similar to that of ordinary people is not a common product, especially since this monkey also has good fighting ability.

This monkey should be much more useful than ten pounds of meat, at least it won't turn into ten pounds of meat.

Then Bulqueso took a look at the environment outside the house.

"Matthew! The meat sauce you made spread on my car!"

Bulcaisel roared.

"Then you can't ask a blind man to wash your car. After all, I can't see where it's dirty!"

Matthew laughed and knocked over the last ninja, then walked over.

"By the way, why did you only give us axes? I think blunt weapons are more suitable for me."

"The first help every barbarian can get is an axe, unless you go to Cormac to borrow a spear."

Bulcaisel said angrily.

"Rumlow is seriously injured?"

Matthew said softly.

"Louder! Matthew! You are a barbarian! Is there anything you can't say loudly?"

Bulcasso patted Matthew on the shoulder and shouted.

"Yes, that unlucky guy Rumlow was seriously injured and almost died! But his problem has been solved and he will be back in a moment."

"What are you going to do with me?"

Bucky wiped off the rag that was strangling his mouth on the ground and shouted to Bulcasso and Matthew.

"Why did you gag him?"

Bulqueso was a little confused.

"He was too noisy. He was mumbling something like, 'Steve, I'm sorry to Howard.' I don't like noise when I'm fighting."

Matthew put the mace under his arm and spread his hands.

"Perhaps I should give you to Mocott instead of Leiko."

Bulkesso looked a little strange.

Matthew's speaking style is a little too similar to Mocott's.

When Bulcasso first met Mocott, he was also so talkative.

I also don't like sounds other than war cries and weapons clashing during battle.

It's just that after Tyrell blew up the Holy Mountain, he rebuilt the Holy Mountain and still doesn't talk much about it until now.

"I hope to learn from Ancestor Leiko. She was not much worse than you when she was alive."

"Leiko told you? That girl was born decades after I set foot on the battlefield. She has never seen Leiko's power."

Bulcaisel lightly stamped his foot, and a flat patch of ground appeared on the ground.

The blood stain was buried by the rolling earth, and then Bulcasso sat directly here.

"Leiko is older than Volusk. How many ancestors have seen her power? Even if they have, they can't measure the gap between Leiko and me. They only know that I am stronger."

Bulcaisel wanted to drink, but there was none at the moment.

"At first, I didn't feel like you could get along with us. Why are you so arrogant now?"

Matthew asked with a laugh.

"What kind of airs do you need? That thing is useless when facing demons. Who among the barbarians likes to put on airs except Warusk? No one knows when he will die, and those false things are worthless.

You new recruits, if you weren’t the new recruits of the barbarians, do you think I would pay attention to you? Just find something for me to do.”

"I think you just can't sit still and don't want to see good people die and evil people live."

Matthew struck the ground with a mace.

"This world is so nice. I feel like I have lived in such a world before. But there are no demons or angels there."

"I don't want to hear your dreams. I just want to smash all the bastards' heads."

The hammer in Matthew's hand hit the ground with a bang.

"Dreaming is a good thing. It's better than having to wield a weapon while sleeping."

Bulcasso's tone softened for the first time.

A golden portal suddenly opened, and Gu Yi jumped out, holding a young mage's neck in his hand.

"Bulkasso, you said you were willing to help me fix my disobedient disciple, remember?"

The young mage rolled his eyes and turned his head to the sky, looking like he was breathing more out than in.

"I also said that you look like a barbarian, and I haven't seen you challenge the secret realm."

Bulcaisuo looked at Ancient One sideways.

"I will leave my student to you. Don't worry about training him. His name is Casillas."

Ancient One took a stool from the other side of the portal and sat next to Bulcaisuo.

Casillas was placed directly in a pool of blood.

"What kind of idiot is this? It feels worse than a monkey."

Bulqueso glanced at Casillas.

This young mage has the aura of the dark dimension, but other than that he has no obvious characteristics. He is neither evil nor very kind.

But it seems that the belief is quite firm.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

The soul of the killer monkey heard Bulcasso's "praise" and appeared, hugged Bulcasso's head and pushed his hair.

"I don't have lice on my head, you stupid monkey."

Bulcaisel grabbed the soul of the killer monkey from its head and stuffed it into Matthew's arms.