The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

"Okay, let's go back first."

Bulcaisel's face didn't look good. No matter which outcome it was, it would be a huge trouble for him.

The appearance of Auriel means that the two worlds are no longer independent of each other. If any passage is created, a huge disaster will begin.

Burcasso suddenly lost interest in playing sandbags, and his mind was filled with thoughts about the affairs between the seven demon kings of hell and the five archangels.

Except for the death that appeared at the beginning, he has not seen any other existence in this world that can rival the Demon King of Hell in terms of personality.

This in itself is a dangerous signal.

Even though Bulcasso could defeat the Demon King of Hell and even cut off the head of the seven-in-one great demon Diavolo, he knew very well that if he was alone, the Demon King of Hell would have many ways to avoid him.

This world is not the one he is familiar with. The Demon King of Hell has countless places to hide.

Even if he finally comes to the door one by one, the pain caused by those hell demons is inevitable.

Even if that death has the personality of Malthael, how can a death that has never experienced a fight be the opponent of the Demon King of Hell?

The incarnation of the rules of this world is not like the archangel and the devil of hell who have been fighting for countless years, nor have they ever experienced a war comparable to the eternal war.

In Bulkesso's view, the incarnation of the rules of this world may not be of much use in fighting the Demon King of Hell.

"Bulkess, I think..."

"You follow me back to the Holy Mountain, and I will take you to find Leiko."

Bulcaisel interrupted Matthew. If everything is as he imagined, then cultivating more Nephalem is the best choice at the moment.

Hellboy was panting, as if he was breathing in the beauty of the world, but the hot air he breathed made him still look ferocious.

The stone arm dragged Johnny Blaze towards the wreckage of his RV with staggering steps. The unlucky driver was protected by Gabriel under the flames that destroyed everything, and was now lying on the ground with his eyes closed, praying.

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"So you came back with Matthew?"

Gu Yi looked calm, as if he was telling an insignificant matter.

But she knew exactly what the impact would be if Bulqueso's fears came true.

After watching the fragments of Bulcaisuo's memory, she clearly understood what the seven demon kings of hell and the five archangels represented.

"That Odin, I'd better take some time to meet him."

Bulcaisel looked at Matthew with a stern expression as he continued to charge under Leiko's men.

"Perhaps it is best to let more people become partners. After all, you cannot bear the affairs of two worlds alone."

The Eye of Agamotto on Ancient Yi's chest was emitting golden light, and it seemed that her mood was not as calm as it seemed.

"I don't want a world to look exactly like the one I remember."

Bulcaisu stood up and walked towards the Temple of the Elders.

The Kanai Magic Box placed inside is exuding a mysterious rhythm, as if it is explaining something.

Constantine was sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking at the cold and lonely walls around him that reflected the dim light of the fire.

Although there are ever-lasting torches on the walls of the Elder's Temple, the firelight is never very bright.

A strange place, a strange group of people, and a powerful force that can make the demon king he is familiar with fear.

All of this can be daunting.

Fear originated from the fear of the unknown. Even though Constantine had sealed away the cowardice in his soul very early, he still felt that emotion called fear now.

With the tapping sound of the boots on Bulcaisso's feet, he turned his head and looked at Bulcaisuo.

"What do you want from me?"

Constantine's voice had never been more serious, and his face lost its usual frivolity.

Even his first question could not conceal his uneasiness.

"I want to explore the source of that power."

Bulcaisel's voice was a bit cold, very much like the tone used by Qualkek to train soldiers.

"If the Demon King of Hell comes to this world, what are you going to do?"

Volusk's roar like a lion resounded throughout the Temple of the Elders.

Although this place does not prevent anyone from entering, generally only Volusk likes to stay here.

He alone sits high on the throne belonging to the Immortal King, and this will continue until Bulcaisel takes over this glorious title.

"I will take my swords and send them back to hell one by one!"

Bulkatho stared at Warusk with his eyes widened. The Seven Demon Kings of Hell are the incarnation of rules. No matter how powerful the Nephalem are, they still cannot destroy the rules.

"Then you plan to become the patron saint of this world? Don't make me laugh!"

Warusk stood up from the throne, exuding a fierce aura, and his golden beard and hair moved without wind, like a lion's mane.

"Then just wait for those bastards to crush the world!"

Bulcaisel's pale white hair exploded, and the two of them now looked like a confrontation before the battle between the old and new lion kings.

Sitting cross-legged, Constantine clutched the ground tightly like a sapling destroyed by a hurricane. He almost fainted.

"Look at your white hair! You still haven't gotten rid of the threat of death, so why should you boast?"

Compared to Bulkesso, who has not yet ascended the throne, Volusk possesses the aura of an immortal king.

The tone is arrogant, lazy and grand.

"Death cannot take away my will!"

"But he can make you look like a dying old man!"

The armor belonging to the glory of the Immortal King appeared on Bulcaisuo's body one by one, and the sound of metal collision was made as Bulcaisuo's body trembled.

This set of armor also appeared on Warusk's body, and it was also making a noise.

"You are not the Immortal King yet."

"But I am already the strongest!"

Following Bulkesso's declaration, Warusk's aura gradually subsided.

He could not refute Bulcaisel's words.

After Bulkesso cut off the head of the great devil, what he said became the truth.

"If I'm still alive."

"Then you are no longer my opponent."

Bulkesso lowered his head slightly and stared at Warusk with his eyes like an eagle.

"Justice is not on your side this time."

The armor on Warusk gradually became transparent, and he looked at Bulcaisso with calm eyes.

"Tyriel is justice, but justice is more than just Tyrael."

Bulcaisel threw the gravel hammer in his hand to Volusk, then turned around and walked towards Kanai's Box.

He didn't know if there was any message in Auriel's power to convey to him, but he thought that Hope would not do anything meaningless.

Next, just put Constantine's soul into Kanai's Box and borrow a piece of Forgotten Soul to extract this power.

Bulcaisel wants to know what Auriel's true purpose is.