The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

"I didn't expect it to be so lively here?"

Gu Yi's voice was somewhat unexpected.

Previously, she was confronting two hell monarchs. Although there was not a fierce battle, the confrontation was still a very labor-intensive matter.

After all, the Lord of Hell has never been a fuel-efficient lamp.

"It seems like this is the source of everything?"

After Gu Yi spoke, he glanced at the doctor who was in a panic.

The doctor, who was holding Neve in his arms, was in a very embarrassed state.

How could the doctor calmly face a "girl" with whom he had missed an appointment?

Although this is not the first time he has done this kind of thing.

"Hello, just call me doctor."

Doctor Who's tone was a little embarrassing, but overall there was nothing wrong with it.

"Doctor? This title reminds me of a lot of people."

Gu Yi was a little surprised.

After all, there will be many "Doctors" in the near future, such as Doctor Strange, Doctor Doom, Doctor Voodoo...

It seems that no one who can be called "Doctor" in this world is easy to deal with.

Even Tony Stark, who is struggling to get up now, is a doctor. Maybe he can see Dr. Banner later...

"Okay, now is not the time to talk."

Bulcaisel interrupted the conversation somewhat rudely, and then took out the King's Sword from his backpack.

No one in the family of the Wise Kings of Canduras is a waste of money, and Leoric, the Skeleton King, left a deep impression on Bulcasso.

"Now, let Hellboy take this sword and chop off Neve's head."

Bulcasso glanced at Nivi, who was nuzzling in the doctor's arms like a kitten, and spoke unswervingly.

"Well, I want to ask why you do this?"

When Doctor Who heard these words, he subconsciously tightened his arms. Fortunately, he was not that kind of mindless being and did not yell about it.

The long life and experience allow Doctor Who to face everything calmly most of the time.

Travelers who travel through time will not lose their cool easily.

No matter how difficult the situation is, he can think about how to solve the problem instead of roaring.

"His death is the outcome determined by time. You should be able to understand what I say."

Gu Yi lowered his eyes and said.

There is no way to clearly state the Ancient One of Time, but as a Time Lord, Doctor Who should be able to understand it all.

"So, I saw her death and approved the ending?"

Doctor Who felt some moisture on his chest, and Neve carefully wiped the tears on his chest with her face.

"I think we should deal with those guys first."

Constantine said in a slightly panic, as the Cybermen in front of him were about to walk out of the crack.

At this time, he could not continue to listen to this group of people discussing matters about time.

That was too far away for him.

"It's a rare thing, I want to keep one for study."

Bulcasso pushed aside Constantine who was blocking him, and then looked directly at the approaching Cybermen with the Sword of the King.

He is also curious about unknown things.

"It is not difficult to deal with these guys, but if the time rift cannot be completely resolved, no one knows what will appear on the other side."

Doctor Who said his opinion, and then gently patted Neve's back.

Although Ross looked a little weird when he did this.

"Is this thing very strong?"

Bulcaisel directly stretched out his hand, passed through the time rift, grabbed the head of a Cyberman, and lifted the guy out.

His move was a little too fast, and even Doctor Who didn't have time to stop him.

The existence of a time rift is dangerous in itself, and the flow rate of time on both sides cannot be defined at all.

But Bulcaisel acted as if nothing had happened, and easily withdrew his arm, as well as the somewhat dazed Cyberman.

"I would like to ask, are you able to ignore the influence of time?"

Doctor Who asked Bulcasso cautiously. Judging from the speed of the Cybermen's movements, time on that end was flowing much more happily than on this one.

Bulcaisel, on the other hand, didn't appear to be affected at all.

"How is that possible?"

Bulcaisel brought the Cyberman in front of him and examined it while responding to Doctor Who's question.

Time works for barbarians, especially for Bulcaisel, a guy who can't ignore the rules at all.

"Then why don't you even feel any discomfort?"

Doctor Who carefully took out his sonic screwdriver from his pocket and pointed at Bulkesso.

He needs to analyze Bulkeso's existence.

"You mean aging?"

Bulcaisel easily broke the shoulder of the Cyberman in his hand, preventing the guy from raising his arm to attack. Then he used the King's Sword to directly pin the arm that was still emitting electric sparks to the ground.

Facing powerful physical attacks, even Cybermen who can evolve independently have no good solution.

Although they can adjust the structure of the body, the existence of technology side is more reasonable after all.

Strength is their benchmark, so this group can only endure the huge brute force silently.

"No, uncoordinated time has a huge impact on the body, which is unbearable for life. It's like the blood in your arms will flow many times faster, but your heart still maintains

It’s impossible that this will not have an impact on the original beating speed.”

Having said this, Tony on the ground finally stood up and shouted loudly.

"How fast is blood flowing? What's the problem?"

Bulcaisel was a little confused about what Tony meant, so he just turned his head and broke off the other half of the shoulder of the Cyberman in his hand.

"I don't even know where the end of the universe is. Are you telling me this?"

When Doctor Who heard Bulcaisel's answer, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Then let me put it another way, what is the average lifespan of your tribe?"

The question of lifespan is just to satisfy curiosity.

Who knows how long the Nephalem can live.

"The average age is about five or six hundred years old? Anyway, all my friends died around this age."

Bulkatho didn't know the average lifespan of the nephalem, so he simply took a sample.

This sample is the three fools who died together.

"Then, you are noble!"

Demio finally found the space to interrupt, and he could understand the conversation.

"More than five hundred and sixty years old? About that age, right? Why do you ask?"

Bulcaisel casually broke the Cyberman's neck, because the guy seemed to be planning to use some high-tech weapon to attack, and his chest kept flashing like a light bulb.

"How long can a savage live?"

Jessica covered her mouth and shouted in surprise.

A long life is something worth pursuing for every ordinary human being.

"How do I know? Anyway, I have never seen a savage die."

Bulcaisel finally gave up on the topic. In his mind, Andariel was laughing like a fool.

It's like seeing something worthwhile.