The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

"You go and work as a handyman here for two days. After the goods are taken away, I will send you to the Holy Mountain."

Bulquesso held the killer monkey's body and observed how to transform it.

The guy he was talking about was Bucky who he knocked unconscious and put aside.

Bucky made a "chirp" sound when he fell to the ground after being knocked unconscious, which reminded Bulcasso of the legendary magic wand "War Oar" he made for Karashim.

The weapon that makes a "snap" sound when fighting is also very interesting to Bulqueso, just like the butcher's knife that makes a "chirp" sound.

Although he is an unreasonable and powerful blacksmith, he has never done such a thing as forging a body that the soul can directly use.

He did not intend to re-forge the body of Killer Monkey, but chose to transform it like he did with Balza's head.

If he could forge a body that could be used directly by the soul, then why would he use his rage to shape the body of his ancestors, and just have a group of barbarian ancestors possess the artificial body and rush to hell to hack all the demons?

It is almost impossible to achieve the physical strength of those ancestors.

So he needs to think about how to deal with the killer monkey's body so that the monkey's soul can get rid of the devil's contract.

"That guy is not a nobody. He is a good partner of Captain America. He will be taken away soon."

Rumlow grabbed the Balza pendant and swung it in front of his eyes.

He was a little curious about the fact that this demon's head was forged into a small pendant.

Who has seen before that a pendant can be used for conversation, and can also be used to chat and relieve boredom.

The best thing is that if you don't talk to it, it will just hang there quietly.

"Captain America is the guy who always puts on a defensive posture? This title always feels a little familiar."

Bulcasso turned around and took out a can of beer from the table, took a sip and then vomited.

"Colson thinks this kind of stuff counts as hard liquor? I still can't get used to it."

Bulcasso threw the jar directly into the stove.

Of course, Colson knew that beer was not considered a spirit, but after running around, Colson couldn't find a store that was still open that sold spirits.

The constant fighting before had left no trace of people in any of the places that were slightly closer.

The constant fighting lasted for several hours, scaring away those who were watching the excitement. Those people were blocked by agents who specialized in handling such matters. After signing the confidentiality agreement, they did not even dare to look back.

If Hydra and the Hand hadn't jointly sealed off the area, this place might have been surrounded by NYPD officers early on.

"Maybe you heard it when you were chatting with Coulson. He is a die-hard fan of Captain America."

Rumlow didn't care if the drink he drank was beer. He drank beer too, but now he preferred hard liquor.

"Speaking of him, he didn't use the money I gave him."

Ma Xiu, who was sitting shirtless on the chair, was wiping the blood on his body with a wet towel.

His whole body was stained red with blood from the previous battle.

So he sounded a little unhappy.

His wallet was also soaked with blood, and the money in it was unusable even after it dried. It seemed that his documents and other things also needed to be reissued.

"By the way, how much does our 'top' lawyer cost?"

Rumlow drank beer and walked to the toy shelf, looked at the weapons on it, and asked Matthew casually.

"At least three thousand dollars an hour."

Matthew threw the completely red towel aside and said to Rumlow with a smile. Matthew always fought for the interests of the poor, and he was not a rich man.

He was still very concerned about income.

"Three thousand dollars an hour? Why didn't I become a lawyer at that time?"

Rumlow picked up an ax and waved it casually, and there were bursts of whistling sounds in the air.

"After all, I am a top-notch lawyer. You can try to find other lawyers to guard the chatter over there for you. If you give me 30,000 an hour, who would dare to take this job?"

Matthew held the mace he bought not long ago in his hand, feeling the arc created by the battle.

"Bulkess, what should I do if I want better weapons?"

Matthew somewhat disliked the toys in his hands.

This thing doesn't feel as strong as the previous hand axe.

"Go to the secret realm."

Bulkesso didn't even look back.

"Ancestor Talik said that I am not good enough to enter the next level of secret realm."

Rumlow was very interested in this topic, so he asked more questions.

"Then you go and improve your strength."

"How can I improve my strength better?"

Matthew asked, he also wanted to become stronger quickly.

"Go to the secret realm!"

"I'm not strong enough to enter the next level of secret realm!"

Rumlow wanted to flip the table for a moment.

Bulcasio turned around and looked at Rumlow and Matthew as if they were two idiots.

"It's not like barbarians can only enter the secret realm of their own mentors. All ancestors can open the secret realm for you to enter, but you won't get their inheritance."

Bulcaisel spoke word by word.

There seemed to be a sense of expectation in his tone.

"What about your secret realm?"

Matthew understood and asked in cooperation.

"Then you have earned it."

Bulcasso nodded and turned back.

They will not provide help to new recruits for no reason. This is the consistent style of barbarians.

If you want to become stronger, just fight. No one cares about what trophies you get.

In his first battle, he picked up Assef's Light of Life directly from the treasure box at the door, and then defeated those damn walking zombies.

If it weren't for the one-handed hammer that could provide recovery after destroying the undead, Bulcaisel would not have been confident that he would survive at that time.

There were more than a thousand walking corpses, and from a distance it looked like they were in a cafeteria. They were so densely packed.

After the battle, he picked up a broken crown.

These two legends of the lowest level accompanied Bulqueso through the most difficult period of time.

"I've always wondered, do savages never work in groups?"

Rumlow asked.

When he was on the holy mountain of Harrogas, he had never heard those ancestors say these things.

"Of course they can form a team. Otherwise, how could the ancestors Madok Talik and Kolik be called the Three Idiots?"

Matthew said that when he was practicing, Reco would always tell him about his ancestors, so he knew more than Rumlow and Luke.

"I will tell Ancestor Talik your exact words when I get back."

"Go, ancestor Talik is famous for his good temper."

When Bulcaso heard this, he turned around again and looked at Matthew with a faint look in his eyes.

"The rumor of Tarik's good temper came from Balnar. Compared with Balnar, even Diavolo is considered to have a good temper."

Bulcaisel's eyes seemed to say, "Just wait to die, there is no hope."

Who among the savages has a good temper?

Damn it, how can a group of guys who use anger as their source of energy have a good temper?

Matthew felt that he had become a fool just after following Leco for a short time. Even a barbarian could believe him if he had a good temper.