The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

The conversation between Death and Hela took place in a place that no one else knew about, and no one else knew about this conversation.

Warusk is here as a weapon, not to provide any advice to death.

His existence is just to prevent death from dying silently in the hands of some archangel or demon.

As for the conversation that was taking place, Warusk could certainly tell Bulkesso.

Death himself was well aware of this, but this conversation was not something that needed to be hidden from Bulcasso.

Giving Hela the power of death is not a loss to death, Hela is also a god.

Her body also flows with the power left after leveraging the power!

Just like Thor can gradually become familiar with and master the power of thunder by leveraging the bloodline of power, Hela can also try to master death through the bloodline in her body!

Although it is very difficult for Hela to regain the power of death from the archangel, who can guarantee that they will not wait for a suitable opportunity?

Human resilience can always create miraculous results in times like this.

It is not necessary for Hela to take away the power of death from the archangel head-on. As long as Hela can be the last push at the critical moment, it is enough!

Only when countless details are piled up can we get closer to victory.

Death is very aware of its weakness in combat effectiveness, but Hela is different!

Hela herself is a powerful warrior who has proven herself on the battlefield. What she lacks is not the experience of fighting, nor the will to fight!

It’s just a lack of strength!

If Hela finds an opportunity to take away the power of death from the archangel, it means that death's revenge against the archangel has come to fruition!

Not many people can easily forgive their enemies, and the archangels almost completely ended the existence of death itself!

It would be the most ridiculous thing to say that Death doesn't want to take revenge at all.

"Hela, you should have made a decision?"

Death looked at Hela in front of him and said.

Hela has many similarities with her, such as their attitudes towards archangels and demons!

As long as there is a similarity in this aspect, Death is willing to bet some chips.

"I want to help my brother, and I also want to avenge my homeland.

It’s just something you can’t do, why do you think I can do it?”

Hela asked seriously.

She is not afraid of the power of archangels and demons, she simply wants to know why.

In her eyes, she was not qualified to have anything to do with a real god like death.

At this time, death stood in front of her, and promised her enough power!

This incident is very bizarre even in the legend of Asgardian heroes.

"I tell you frankly, you are just a pawn in my revenge plan.

I don’t know if you can have any effect in this process, and even when I found you, I didn’t have much expectations for you.”

Death's tone was exceptionally calm.

She did not use passionate words to seduce Hela, nor did she use things like mission to try to get Hela to show her loyalty.

"I just need you to be able to attack those archangels at the right time.

This doesn't hurt you at all, and I think you would be willing to do the same when facing an archangel.

Although everything in Asgard is not destroyed in the hands of the Archangel, those guys will never be merciful to you if they think it is necessary."

Death continued.

"Just because we might become enemies, are you willing to invest in me?"

Hela asked.

"Of course, even if it's just a slim chance.

You should be able to understand the thought of someone who has lost almost everything.

Although I am not a human being, there is no insurmountable gap between my thoughts and those of a normal thinking human being."

Death said softly.

She was honest enough and gave a very fair choice.

Whether or not to accept her power is not a forced matter, and whether or not to accept it completely depends on Hela's decision.

"I would love to inherit the true power of death from you.

After all, I was once known as the goddess of death, but at that time, even if I broke my head, I probably couldn’t have imagined that one day I would actually be able to bear the name of death.”

The corners of Hela's mouth raised slightly.

She already likes power, and getting the power of death is not unacceptable to Hela.

Death just nodded when she heard this, and she seemed to want to laugh.

But her deep robe hid everything about her.

But Hela did see a smile on the figure in front of her. It might just be a stubborn self-righteousness, but Hela felt that this feeling was not bad.

"Then take the seed of death."

Death said so.

She stretched out her hand, and a small light spot with an obscure aura floated up, and then landed on Hela's forehead.

Hela's long hair withered like dry straw in an instant.

But the aura on Hela's body began to become stronger!

The power of death turns into seeds, which is something somewhat counter-intuitive.

Death is always associated with things like ashes, and rarely with things like seeds that represent life.

But at this time, the seeds of death gently merged into Hela's body!

Dry hair only exists for a moment, and then becomes full of luster.

It's just that the hair is no longer shiny, but has turned gray.

"Is my current situation any different from the helper you chose before?"

Hela asked.

Of course the person she was talking about was Frank.

"Frank is my agent, and you are my master and apprentice.

The gap between you is not small, but these things will not affect anything."

When the voice of death fell, the figure had disappeared.

Even though Hela was looking at death all the time, she couldn't see the way death disappeared from sight.

The arrival of death is silent, and so is the departure of death.

It was as if death had never appeared in this place.

Hela stood quietly, waiting quietly.

She knew that it wouldn't be long before the agent of death would appear in front of her - following the aura of death.

…

"Not every seed you scatter is likely to germinate."

Warusk said to death.

"Of course, not all seeds will grow into towering trees.

After all, some seeds are just grass seeds."

Death is easy, he said to Warusk.

When Bulcaisu handed over the legendary heavy weapon that Volusk had transformed into to Death, he had already released the restriction that Volusk could not speak.

Bulcaisel knew very well the pain of not being able to express it, so he did not treat the immortal king before him in the harshest way.

"So when Bulkatho was still a seed, did you see that he would grow into a world tree?"

Death asked a little funny.

"Of course not, I thought he would grow up to be the stuff of legend of the Barbarians.

At that time, I did not notice that the birth of Bul-Katho was Uldyssian's hand."

Warusk said unabashedly.

"I have tried to understand your past during this period, but until now I still have no way of understanding the thoughts of you lunatics."

Death said.

The sword transformed by Volusk kept trembling, as if laughing silently.

"Why try to understand us?

Why try to understand others?”

After Warusk calmed down his trembling, he slowly asked.

"Because of curiosity."

The simple answer given by Death left Warusk at a loss for words.

He can never stop others from being curious.

"Everyone is their own madman, I can only answer you this way.

Even if they experience the same thing, no two identical people will be born.

There is nothing in our world to wonder about, and nothing to praise.

Whether it’s those so-called heroes or anything else.”

Warusk gave an answer that he didn't know if it could be considered an answer.

There are some things that he has long been too lazy to think about.

"You don't seem talkative."

Death said.

"Do you think a guy who just sat on a stone throne for a long time would be talkative?"

Warusk's tone was a bit mocking, but he didn't know whether he was mocking death or himself.

"I thought you, a guy who has been silent for so long, must have too many things in your heart that you want to talk about."

Death's tone was still calm, just like death should be.

"What I want to say has been told to myself too many times during those years.

Now I no longer want to say those things that I have said countless times.

How about I tell you the story of Bulcasso?

Or tell you about Kanai’s great achievements?”

Warusk said.

There was a mood in his business that seemed to change the subject.

"Forget it, I don't want to hear those stories.

Over the years, I have always been able to hear stories from some of the so-called heroes.

I'm tired of that stuff."

Death refused.

"That's a shame, those stories are actually quite interesting.

Although I also admit that most of their stories are boring."

Warusk said somewhat perfunctorily.

It seemed that Warusk would feel relieved as long as he didn't have to tell anything about himself.

"Okay, I'm going to sow the next seed.

What do you think of that child tainted with destructive authority and that wolverine?"

Death asked.

“Jill and Logan?

I was so busy before that I almost forgot that they had gained amazing power due to the power of destruction.

Can only the seeds of death take root in the remnants of destruction?”

Gruchak asked.

"Why not? Can death itself die again?"

Death laughed as he finished speaking.

I have to say that her laughter was not gloomy, but rather unexpectedly cheerful.

"Authority will not die, but you will die.

When consciousness is shattered, when traces of existence are destroyed, you can also be declared 'dead' at that time."

Warusk laughed himself after saying that.

He suddenly began to think that Death was an interesting guy, a Death who was not good at fighting, which seemed quite funny in itself.

Warusk thought of the fact that Death was the first supreme god in the world to see Bulkatho, and then he could not help but smile even more.

One was hit so hard by Bulcasso, who only showed pure "power" at that time, that he squatted on the ground with his head saved and died.

This is indeed funny enough.

"Everything should have a beginning and an end, but I haven't discovered the existence of a beginning and an end yet."

Death said slowly.

"But they definitely exist don't they?"

Warusk said nonchalantly.

"So do you think this is the beginning or the end of your Bulkesso?"

Death demanded.

"He is the process, and his existence must encompass the beginning and the end itself.

I believe so."

Warusk said extremely firmly.

Death chuckled and had no intention of continuing this topic.

Almost all the nephalem trusted Bul-Katho, which seemed strange to Death.

It's as if they have never thought about whether Bulcasso will be corrupted.

But judging from the nephalem's concerns about the Burning Hell and hostility to corruption, this situation is weird in every way.

"Is Bulcaisel really human?"

Death whispered.

It's just that Warusk didn't seem to hear the question and didn't have any answer.

It was as if Warusk was a thoughtless weapon at this time, just hanging so quietly on Death's waist.

Death does not expect to get answers, although she can clearly see that Bulcasso has life and everything that humans should have.

But Death still doubted Bulcaisel's human identity in his heart.

He even began to doubt what kind of existence the Nephalem were.

It's true that the nephalem's life will reach a climax, but why do the nephalem never die of old age?

This is not normal at all, not like any life that would be produced in a normal world.

Life should have a normal end, rather than just ending through killing.

Death is curious, but no one will give him the answer.

Maybe those archangels and demons will know something, but Death has no way to go to them for answers now.

Rather than satisfying his own curiosity, Death still wants to complete the revenge he deserves.

There are too many secrets in archangels and demons. It would be too difficult for her to get answers to all the secrets.

Death has long been tired, and having a consciousness similar to humans is also a trouble for incarnations of rules like them.

They like the feeling of thought, but they don't want to be human at all.

Because there are too many painful things in human nature, and the things in human nature are not in line with the essence of existence such as death.

Death sensed that his agent had found his apostle, and the occurrence of this incident slightly diverted Death's attention.

She was still a little curious about what Frank wanted to do.

This time is also the most suitable opportunity to sow the next seeds of death.

Frank doesn't want his son to set foot in these dangerous places at all, but death doesn't take much care of Frank's thoughts. ()