The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

Another two days passed, and nothing major happened during these days.

If Tony's new breakthrough in research can be considered a big deal, then it can probably be regarded as one.

“So you’re going to find someone to try your new toy with?”

 Rumlow looked at Tony in front of him with a somewhat dissatisfied expression.

Today is a rare good day, and Rumlow plans to go to the Holy Mountain to challenge the secret realm.

 He went back yesterday, but unfortunately he did not achieve his goal.

When he found Tarik, the guy turned down Rumlow's request to enter the secret realm with an unhappy look on his face.

The Proof of Shame in Talik's hand has also become a little different, which makes Rumlow a little concerned.

 But no matter who I asked, I didn't get a clear answer. It seemed that all the ancestors were reluctant to mention this matter.

 “You are the strongest opponent I can find, of course I mean an opponent I can fight.”

Tony said lightly, wearing a brand new bracelet on his hand.

 He deliberately waved his hands in front of Rumlow, as if he was deliberately showing off.

"I remember that our relationship didn't seem to be as good as this. If you want to fight, go to Luke or Matthew. If not, you can go to Rorschach. I think you should have the whereabouts of all of us.

"

 Rumlow seemed a little careless, and he had already completed a test in his words.

 In this age where mobile phones are everywhere, what a scientist can do may be beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Besides, the artificial intelligence butler named "Jarvis" is something that has been put on the surface.

“I’m not going to interrupt Luke and Jessica’s date, today is when the show starts.”

Tony twitched his mustache in a funny way. He sponsored Luke's two tickets to the Broadway show.

 In exchange for this, Luke would help him once in the future.

Of course Tony has prepared a lot of things, and he can get a lot of interesting things from Luke.

 For example, the toys forged by Bulcaisel are displayed in his laboratory.

 This is something Luke can do within his authority as a store clerk. At least when selling things to others, Luke can instinctively feel which piece of equipment is of higher quality.

For this reason, Tony bought a Ripper Scythe as a gift and gave it to Luke.

Luke is not so despicable as to use this as a threat, and he will not do anything to enrich his own pockets.

This was a normal business transaction, and he put a cent of the money he earned in Bulkesso's drawer without touching it.

"You use this to bribe him? I don't think Luke and Jessica can understand the performances that the big shots like. Of course I can't understand it either."

 Rumlow feels a little irritable.

He has been feeling a little strange recently, as if his brain is trembling and he always wants to sleep.

 Generally when he feels like this, something bad is definitely waiting for him.

The last time he was pushed to the floor and beaten violently by Madoc, even after he drank the potion, he still couldn't get over it.

He had some doubts as to whether pain was considered injury.

“Well, don’t say these useless things. I don’t have much to give you here, and I don’t think you want to be materialistic.”

Tony was a little slow after speaking, and he couldn't remember what to use as reward for Rumlow.

“How about I give you cash? I heard that you are making money continuously to atone for your sins. I think I can still help you in this regard.”

"Do you think I am a desperate person? If you have the heart, just do charity yourself. I am not in the mood to fight with you."

 Rumlow rejected Tony's request, and he went directly to his bedroom and planned to have a good sleep.

 He doesn’t plan to go out today.

“I can help you become stronger, at least the combat power that technology can provide is not what Bulkesso and the others can achieve.”

Tony finally said something interesting.

Perhaps what Rumlow still cares about now is how to become stronger.

Although he is now confident that he can easily solve the troubles that he could not solve before, he is still a little uneasy facing Hydra.

 Because this was so familiar, it made him worried all the time.

“You mean the metal armor on your body? Stop making trouble, I can easily break those metal toys.”

 Rumlow said this, but his eyes were fixed on Tony.

He seemed to want to hear something different from Tony.

“I am Iron Man, and this metal armor is me? No one can separate us? Don’t even think about it. But I can give you some interesting gadgets.

 You don’t plan to kill the enemy every time you fight, do you? I think you need something small that is non-lethal and concealed.”

Tony picked up the hand with the bracelet and gently put it on Rumlow's shoulder.

 A burst of electricity that could make an ordinary person lose consciousness instantly swept through Rumlow's body.

“That’s it? Then I might as well get a Taser.”

 Rumlow smoothed his hair. The feeling of electric shock all over his body was a little uncomfortable. His scalp was numb.

The electric current Tony used made no sense to Rumlow.

Really, maybe a Taser can do this level of current better? And even if it doesn't have a small piece of paper with a serial number in the bullet, it's not difficult for Rumlow to get it at all.

“You have to know that the precious thing is not the electric current, but that I used the electric current without any damage. This is something that even Tesla can’t do.”

Tony loosened his hand on Rumlow's shoulder and raised it in front of Rumlow, shaking it.

There is no sign of any protection on it.

"I think people like you won't ignore the damage of electric current, right? It's just a matter of strength? And I can let you use electric current in battle, so that your opponent will definitely tense up his muscles and cause his movements to be distorted. Isn't this useful?

invention?"

 Tony said slightly proudly.

 This bracelet is the technology that he has fully mastered in the Cyberman body.

 A completely new way of using energy and complete control over this energy.

 The body of a Cyberman is conductive, but when using this current, it will not harm the brain, which is still a human being.

 This is due to a completely different way of manipulating energy.

“I don’t think it’s useful? I’m going to sleep? Remember to close the door for me when you leave.”

 Rumlow left the living room without any interest and went to the bedroom to sleep silently.

 Tony's invention is indeed useful. As a powerful race on the technological side, the technology of the Cybermen has long surpassed that of ordinary civilization.

 But the use of electricity is not the strongest point of Cybermen.

 The power of the Cybermen lies in their unlimited upgrades!

Tony left Rumlow's house silently with a smile on his face.

Has he achieved his goal? Jarvis recorded Rumlow's reaction to the electric current, and his next goal is to upgrade his armor.

 The brains of Cybermen only maintain the concepts of "people" and "race"? What really dominates them is the ever-upgrading intelligence!

And Tony has successfully extracted the most original template. Although it is still very weak now? But as he experiences more things, it is only a matter of time before he becomes strong.

“Jarvis? Help me collect how many people Rumlow needs to pay off his debts? How many jobs can Stark Group provide? Then send an invitation to those poor people who are still alive but without jobs.”

Tony pressed the earphone and said.

 It is true that giving cash directly does not make sense to Rumlow.

Those who have been hurt need a chance to start a new life? And this is the reward Tony gives Rumlow.

“By the way, tell Pepper, we are also going to see a Broadway show tonight, and I think Luke wouldn’t mind helping Jessica pay off some of her sins.”

Tony walked out of Rumlow's apartment with a somewhat triumphant step, and then soared into the sky.

 Leaving a crowd of people looking at his flying figure and exclaiming.

 The first step to becoming strong is naturally to start with acquaintances.

 Although the "anti-barbarian armor" is already in the development process, he still doesn't have much confidence in it.

 …

“Matthew, who are you going to see now?”

Angel was sitting on the sofa in Matthew's office and talking very casually. The burning lady's cigarette in his hand made the office that was not very ventilated a bit choking.

"I don't know. Whether it is Luke or Rumlow, I believe they will not be Kingpin's opponents. The only ones who can help us now are Rorschach and Thor."

 Matthew's tone was a little hesitant.

 In the past time, he has been thinking about who to ask for help.

According to his experience, Rumlow and Luke would not be able to play much of a role in the battle against Kingpin.

 And he didn't dare to trouble Bulcaisuo. He felt like a child who dared not tell his parents when he was in trouble, although he knew very well that this right thing would get help from his parents.

 It’s just that he felt that Bulcasso might not intervene at all.

I can only say that people with delicate minds are somewhat pretentious.

 “Then why don’t you go find them?”

Angel said lazily, and moved his whole body back, completely sinking into the cheap sofa.

"I can't find them. If I want to teleport to each other, I need a battle flag as a medium. But I haven't met the qualifications to get a battle flag yet."

The nephalem want to teleport around each other, so they need battle flags as guidance. Each battle flag is the beginning of a legend.

 At present, only Rorschach is on the verge of qualifying for a battle flag, but in the end there is no battle flag.

 “So we’re just going to do nothing?”

 Angel closed his eyes and moved further into the sofa.

 Obviously this cheap sofa made her feel uncomfortable.

“I’m thinking that Spider-Man’s injury will probably take some time to recover, and before that we still have time. Kingpin seems to have no intention of looking for us at all, and I don’t know what he has been doing recently.”

 Matthew's voice was filled with worry.

 And the Jin Bin he is worried about is now constantly showing his face in front of the leaders of the underground forces, constantly trying how to make these people give birth to high-quality fear.

  Kingpin didn’t have much idea about this matter, so he could only keep trying, like a pervert.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate for Odin to do this kind of thing, after all, he has a face that can eat people.

  Kingpin seemed to have no talent in this matter, and he did not need to bring fear to others.

 When creating fear changed from a means to an end, the underworld emperor didn't know what to do for a while.

“It seems like today is another day of doing nothing, and I think it’s not a bad idea to continue like this. But don’t you have that magical bottle of medicine? Why don’t you give it to Spider-Man?”

 Angel's voice suddenly became lazy.

 Matthew and Spider-Man are afraid of Kingpin, but Angel has no feelings at all.

After seeing Satan being held in someone's hand like a mallet and Mephisto being deceived like a fool, she felt that there was nothing to be afraid of.

 The less one knows, the happier a person is. This is simply the truth.

 At least a wage earner won’t have to worry about the bond crisis, unless the wage earner is stuck in financial affairs and has to resort to working for a living.

 Angel looks a bit like a salted fish now.

“That’s a treasure that can make an upright person have evil thoughts. I can’t take the risk. Besides, I’m not familiar with him. What’s more, he’s not to the point where he’ll die if he doesn’t use the medicine bottle.

 The most suspicious thing now is that Kingpin has no intention of looking for trouble at all, which is very unusual."

Matthew was still thinking about it. He couldn't figure out what Kingpin was planning.

 After truly feeling the suffocating fear, Matthew couldn't calm down.

“How about we call the paranormal expert? He disappeared after I dumped him on the road last time, just in time to see if he was dead.”

 Angel took a deep drag on the cigarette, with a look that made people worry about her lifespan.

The posture as if he was trying to suck everything into his lungs looked a bit awkward, and even his expression became a little ferocious.

 She just mentioned it casually about the medicine bottle, but she didn't really want to ask any further questions.

"Constantine? What can he do? He is just an ordinary mage. He may not even be able to speak in front of Kingpin."

Matthew suddenly remembered the way Constantine held his belly and said dirty things, and couldn't help but frown a little.

 He did not have much favorable impression of Constantine.

“At least that guy won’t feel afraid, and he won’t be afraid and can’t even think calmly in front of him.”

 Angel suddenly opened her eyes and spoke to Matthew. She wanted to remind Matthew that his condition was not normal.

 “Perhaps we need this ‘professional’ person.”

Matthew covered his face in pain and leaned on the back of the hard chair.

It's not that he doesn't have money to buy himself a sofa, but he doesn't want to appear too relaxed when facing those poor people.

 “By the way, do you have his contact information?”

Angel asked, she gave Constantine's business card to Spider-Man, and now she can't contact the guy.

 “Obviously not.”

Matthew said weakly.

But he doesn’t have to worry about it.

 Because Constantine has already appeared in New York and is currently negotiating with Spider-Man about charging fees.

“Okay, Spider-Man! Let’s each take a step back. I only want five thousand dollars! You can’t let me lose the money for my plane ticket.”

Constantine said in an indifferent tone, but judging from his expression, he took the issue of tariffs very seriously.

 After hell closed all communication with the human world, he had not received a job for a long time.

 Only when he can only eat cheap cup noodles will he feel how cute those demons are.

 So he did not hesitate to borrow a sum of money to buy a plane ticket to solve the problems encountered by others.

 “You know, he is a vigilante and he doesn’t have that much money.”,

Spider-Man said in an angry voice.

His hood was washed, and even he couldn't bear the strong smell of blood on it, so he could only put on a hood that would lead to direct questioning by the police, and then put on a Spider-Man mask and appeared in Kangxi.

In front of Standing.

“Hell, so I can’t even afford a flight back? Then why didn’t you tell me on the phone that you were a poor man?”

Constantine said a little irritably, waving the cigarette randomly in his hand.

“You know I don’t even have money to eat, let alone have to spend money to buy cigarettes! I don’t want to be locked up in a dark room and wait for your police to send me back!

 It’s better to say that the creditors I met after being sent back gave me more headaches!”

 Constantine became completely furious.

“I just heard that you are a professional and wanted to consult. You came after asking for the address in a confused way. I didn’t even have time to explain the question clearly.”

 Peter Parker has a headache.

 His life has not been very good recently.

 Due to the injury, he had no time to find a place to take a "selfie", so the income from the Bugle Daily was basically gone.

 As a non-staff reporter, he relied on selling news for a living. After the injury, even ordinary walking was a bit difficult.

“Okay, okay, why don’t you let me, a professional who is here to help, work hungry? You should have the money to pay for my lunch, right?”

Constantine said impatiently.

His stomach had begun to complain to him, and the gurgling sound in his intestines constantly reminded him that it was time to eat.

“I know a good pizza place, I’ll call him right now.”

Spider-Man took out a very old mobile phone and dialed it very skillfully.

“Hello, two nine-inch pizzas, please deliver them as soon as possible. I will text you the address.”

Spider-Man's series of movements were very smooth, indicating that this is really a store he always patronizes. It was so smooth that the boss opposite didn't have time to speak. Perhaps he was a little defensive about Constantine and didn't want him to have any trouble.

There is no chance of revealing his identity.

 He quickly put down the phone, selected the last text message he sent, and clicked Resend.

Then his other phone rang not long after. Carrying two phones was a little habit of his, after all, he had an identity that was not very visible to the public.

“Peter Parker! You are absent from work today! Do you still want this job as a food delivery boy?

Now, immediately! Get your lazy bones moving! Come to the pizza shop immediately, and you will deliver this pizza to the guests within thirty minutes!"

All right……

 Spider-Man’s mobile phone is also very cheap, the type that makes any sound loud.

 “Uh-huh? Peter Parker?”

Constantine said with a weird smile.

"Don't look at me like that. I didn't intend to use your identity to threaten you. Besides, weren't you asking for my help?"

Constantine waved his hand, trying his best to dispel Spider-Man's hostility.

Of course Spider-Man would not answer the call so rashly, this is some of Constantine's tricks.

Although this guy is generally a hero, he has never been very particular about his behavior.

“Okay, I didn’t expect that Spider-Man actually needs a job as a delivery boy. How do you deliver food? Do you also use spider silk to fly from the top of the building?”

Constantine sat directly on the only bed in Spider-Man's cabin, and he fell down and lay down unceremoniously.

“Then I’ll wait for you to deliver our pizza. I think the takeaway delivered by Spider-Man himself may taste a little unusual?”

Constantine closed his eyes directly and stopped talking nonsense to Peter Parker.

Now he is the leader. After knowing Spider-Man's identity, he can ask Spider-Man to do many things for him.

And you don’t have to worry about the other party killing people and silencing them. There is no more useful tool than this.

 Even the powerful demons in hell are no match for a superhero goon.

 Safety, reliability, courage to sacrifice.

 There is no better teammate than this.

If there is a chance to connect with the devil again, then he will definitely take Spider-Man to solve those problems.

 After all, Spider-Man is a hero and does not need a salary at all.

 “Has anyone ever said that you are annoying?”

Peter Parker stared at Constantine lying on his bed with wide eyes, and took a few steps forward.

"What, what are you going to do with me on your little bed? I don't care, but just say it first, I'm going to be up there. Remember to pay me when you're done."

Constantine didn't even open his eyes. A series of words made the innocent Peter Parker have veins jumping on his forehead.

 “You better be as professional as you say you are!”

Peter Parker slammed the door and left.

By the way, Constantine's business card was hung on the wall with spider silk, which was regarded as an insignificant threat.

 After Spider-Man left, Constantine opened his eyes, looked at the business card swaying with the spider silk, and showed a smile.

 “I almost forgot, you still owe me a ticket. Angel.”

Constantine suddenly felt that he had found a meal ticket for this period of time. Angel left him on the road and he encountered a lot of troubles. A few meals would not be too much, right?

But he didn't remember at all that he had stolen Angel's power, or in other words, he remembered it, but he didn't care much about it.

 After all, the farther away you are from that dangerous world, the safer you are.

 After all, the more ignorant you are, the happier you are.

Constantine felt as if he had done Angel a big favor. After all, the church was never a good place.

This was very clear from the time they sold the Atonement Rolls.

“Of course I am a professional, but this matter may not be a problem that you and I can solve with our two lives.

 Let me think about it, what did that prophecy say?

 Will Thor and the Serpent perish together? If Kull doesn’t turn into the Serpent, where will this prophecy go?”

Constantine muttered quietly.

 After Spider-Man described Kingpin's markings to him on the phone, the well-informed necromancer already understood what Kingpin had become.

Venerable Sky Hammer is not a secret to him.

Constantine knew many, many secrets, but he rarely told them.

 Knowledge is the most powerful power of a mage, but knowledge sometimes seems a little weak.

 After all, most of the things he knew were not very decent spells.

Constantine is a wild mage. He does not have any powerful attack spells, so he has to test back and forth on the edge of danger.

 After the incident in London, he had already tried to learn spells from the lineage of the Supreme Mage.

 But it’s a pity that he never got the point.

Perhaps the forcibly completed soul caused some deviation in his connection with "self".

Even though he tried to divide his soul again, he was unable to get rid of the power from his body.

The power that comes from Angel is called a blessing, but it is more like a curse.

 Foreign things are not very safe most of the time, and Constantine knew this very well.

 …

“Okay, you still have a lot of time to spend together, at least I won’t let you brothers separate again soon.”

 Ancient One said as he looked at Thor and Loki who were slightly hostile to her in the sanctuary.

“The reconstruction of Asgard has begun with the help of SHIELD. Obviously those guys don’t care about dignity.

I have to say that many times they do a good job from a human standpoint."

Those Asgardians who were in trouble have settled down with the help of S.H.I.E.L.D., and it has to be said that Tyr calmed down a little after meeting the Ancient One and Thor.

 At least they no longer intend to use pure fear to dominate humans and serve them.

Perhaps under the threat of Ancient One, he chose to develop slowly.

The remaining tens of thousands of people in Asgard are his fear farm. He first lets the leeks in his own field grow vigorously, and then slowly thinks about how to expand the farmland.

 After all, Diavolo is not as impatient as the original Kull, and some time is not worth caring about for him.

Perhaps the Dread Demon is eager to show his face again after gaining power beyond Bulcaisel.

 “Then I would venture to ask, what do you think of the Asgardians?”

Loki spoke calmly, but it was obvious that he had his own ideas.

Loki, known as the God of Mischief, obviously does not put everything in his face, that is, Thor can successfully affect his IQ.

You must know that it is impossible for a person with a low IQ to reach the depths of the mage's path. Loki will only be forcibly reduced to intelligence when facing his brother who has been with him for thousands of years...

“I don’t care about one more country on the earth. I am not the guardian of any country or party.”

 Ancient One saw what Loki meant and said this.

What Loki wanted to ask was not whether Asgard could exist on Earth, but what the Ancient One thought of the succession of Asgard's throne.

 And Gu Yi gave his own answer, which was, "Your own affairs are none of my business, just do whatever you want."

"Loki, the Supreme Mage will not be involved in too many things. Asgard will continue well on the earth. I believe that our brother, Tyr, can do all this."

Thor looked at his brother and spoke in a very sincere tone.

 But his words made Loki want to slap him.

Loki still remembered what he and Thor had said before, that he would do whatever it took to let Thor sit on the throne of Asgard.

 But the bastard handed Mjolnir to Tyr in the blink of an eye.

 “Can Tyr afford your Mjolnir?”

Loki asked, suppressing the twitching of the corners of his mouth.

Thor recalled the scene when he met Tyr:

"My father seemed to have given Tyr the strength to lift Mjolnir. At least when I saw him, he was holding Mjolnir, although he soon let go."

“Obviously, my father did not make Tire his heir.”

 Loki’s eyes are almost red:

 “You are the God of Thunder! You are the master of Mjolnir, the next king chosen by Odin, and you just gave up your inheritance right like this!?”

"Loki, don't say that. Tyr can do a better job than me. He has been in charge of Asgard's affairs for thousands of years, which is longer than our age. Trust Tyr, he will let

Asgard's glory is restored."

Thor kept trying to comfort his somewhat angry brother, with a somewhat doting tone in his voice.

 “You! Me! Fuck!”

Loki burst out three words after a while, and his violent emotional fluctuations were fully revealed through these three words.

"The communication between your brothers can continue after I leave. Now I have something to do. Thor, remember to look for me when you return to Harrogath. I will come back and continue to teach Loki."

 Gu Yi thought the conversation between the two brothers was very funny, but it seemed a bit impolite to laugh out loud.

 So after saying this in a hurry, he opened a golden portal and ran to the gate of Harrogas and laughed loudly.

“Hahaha! What did Odin teach these brothers? This is so funny!”

 When Gu Yi smiled, his eyebrows relaxed.

 The traces of time have faded a little. The atmosphere that was originally like the calm water in an ancient well has become a little more lively.

 Then she saw Anderson, who looked like an iron can, facing her.

 Anderson's expression couldn't be seen through the full-face helmet, but Gu Yi knew that the expression would definitely be a little weird.

 So after coughing twice, he walked towards the cliff behind the Elder's Temple as if nothing had happened before.

After Gu Yi walked away, Anderson's voice sounded muffled, as if he was talking to himself.

“This is the Supreme Mage? How did the previous Supreme Mage choose her? I thought the Supreme Mage would be more majestic, but this is too bizarre.”

 Anderson shared some of the work of guarding the gate of the Holy Mountain among the three ancestors. Most of the time, he stood in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain like a sculpture without saying a word.

 Thanks to him, the three ancestors had more time to move around freely.

“The Supreme Mage is also a human being, why can’t he have emotions?”

Maddock appeared next to Anderson with a new sadness, and asked with some doubts.

“As long as there are thoughts, there are emotions. As long as you can weigh the pros and cons, then hatred and joy will follow you. Even if you are angry because of the Prius, even Tyrell will be disappointed. How can you have such a bizarre idea?”

 As the only subordinate of Imprius for so many years, Maddock was a little curious about Anderson.

 “I used to only learn about gods from books.”

 Anderson stood there without making any movement.

“Who wrote that book? Is it God’s diary? Who is a serious person who writes a diary?”

 Madoc is quite interested in this topic.

 While alive, Maddock, a prophet, had a unique perspective on everything.

"It does not seem."

  Anderson’s expression was a little twitchy under his helmet.

 Did God himself write the Bible? This is clearly not the case.

This is probably a record of the deeds of God by believers. At least Anderson is very sure that the story written in the Bible is not the story of Imprius...

“That’s not it. Believers need a perfect God to place their faith, and God should be as perfect as possible to receive faith.

If your god was always swearing and a drunkard, would you believe in him?"

Maddock said with the tone of someone who has experienced this before.

This is why barbarians never believe in any one god, and why they never blindly believe in the Immortal King.

 Hell, who wouldn’t want to believe in a bad-tempered Jiu Mengzi?

 Or who would believe in a rude guy who thinks all about "I am the strongest!", "Beautiful woman", "Have children", "Don't run away, you scum!"?

 Worusk is such a guy.

　　Barbarians will only follow the strongest leader and constantly shed weapons, blood, and sometimes saliva for survival and justice.

 Cassius is one of the best.

 “So God does not exist?”

 Anderson asked with a somewhat probing tone.

“God exists, but there is no perfect existence in the world.”

 Leoric staggered and appeared in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain.

 He had just been thrown out of the Temple of the Elders by Bulcaisel, who had had enough of him.

“Skeleton King? I heard those souls tell you stories, you are great.”

 The familiar bayonet appeared in Anderson's hand.

"Because of my 'greatness', you plan to fight me here? Although I am no match for those monsters, you are still far behind. Even the Prius can't do anything to me."

 Leoric's jaw bones kept shaking as he spoke, as if he was provoking.

“I have just become accustomed to inhuman existence. I know you are not an enemy.”

 Anderson silently put away the bayonet, and then drew a long gun from behind.

This is the reward Bulcaisau gave him for looking after the door.

The Sky Messenger is a legendary imitation, forged by Bulqessor, and can be regarded as an ancient legendary weapon.

 The original Sky Messenger was a legend discovered during the Battle of Evermark.

  It is impossible to know who actually shaped this legend.

 But it is full of demonic bloodstains and traces of battle.

 As a dependent of Imperius, Anderson’s Sky Messenger suits him very well.

 As a subordinate of the Archangel of Courage in the human world, Anderson is a messenger conveying the will of the higher heavens.

Although there is only one archangel, Imprius, here in the high-level heaven now, it won't be long.

Higher Heaven is very close to this world, and Bulcaisuo can feel the huge building complex coming slowly.

 At that time, it will no longer be difficult to revive Auriel and Tyrael.

 At least it doesn’t require the help of Bulcasso’s power like when Prius recovered.

“You took out this spear and pointed it at me and said you don’t want to fight me?”

 Leoric scratched his head with his hand bone and made a dull and unpleasant sound.

 It’s almost like scratching an old-fashioned glass blackboard with your fingernails.

"I am a subordinate of the Archangel of Courage. For you, I will uphold the will of Imprius."

Anderson pointed the Sky Messenger at Leoric, his tone calm and unruffled.

 “Because Prius doesn’t fight every time he sees me.”

 Leoric had a headache, it was so deep in his bones.

It’s not that he’s afraid of Anderson, it’s that he doesn’t want any fighting to take place on Harrogath, the barbarian’s sacred mountain.

As long as the Skeleton King doesn't concentrate on restraining his power, that cold aura will sweep over him.

Burkasso has warned him twice, asking him to be more honest on the sacred mountain of Harrogath.

Everything is a matter of personal importance. Leoric could not guarantee that after his actions were regarded as provocations three times, Bulcaisel would be furious and stuff his skeleton into the Dark Soul Stone.

 A sane Skeletor cannot fight Diavolo because he will be afraid.

But it is still possible to beat Andariel violently inside the Dark Soul Stone.

Other than Diavolo, only Azmodan, who has mastered evil, and Mephisto, the King of Hatred, can suppress the Skeleton King a little bit.

 But Azmodan has become a tattoo on Bul-Katho's back.

Among the Hell Demons, only Mephisto is the one who can restrain Leoric, but the next target that Bulcasso will devour will be Mephisto.

 Before Diavolo is completely dealt with, Leoric's value does not seem to be that great.

 “Yes, so I can talk to you well now.”

Anderson still pointed the Sky Messenger at Leoric.

 “I’m just expressing my attitude.”

“Okay, weren’t we discussing the topic of God just now? I still know something about God.”

Madoc laughed and patted Anderson on the shoulder, then gave Leoric a "fuck off" look.

The current Marsk can only persist in Leokuk's hands for a short time, but this is Harolgas, so Madok is completely a bitter skeleton king.

"Madoc, you'd better never see me outside Harrogath. Otherwise I'll break every bone in your body."

Leoric said harsh words to Madoc and then disappeared.

 He went to the kingdom of death.

Although that death still gave him a headache, it was better than being "bullied" by these barbarians.

 “It’s best that none of you leave Harrogath!”

Leoric still said this when he appeared in the Kingdom of Death.

“Who made you angry? I’ll help you bring their souls here so you can vent your anger.”

 The voice of death carries a bit of expectation, as if it wants Leoric to treat him differently.

 “You? Cut it!”

Leoric sat carelessly on the throne of death, supporting his head with his right arm bone and making a sound of disdain.

If death could still get Bul-Katho into trouble before Bul-Katho devoured Azmodan.

So if Death shows hostility to the barbarians now, then it is very likely that Leoric will have to go to the Dark Soul Stone to find a way to save people.

 The death of a world cannot disappear, it will make the world lose its balance.

 Unless Bulcaisel swallows death and becomes the new rule of death.

But are there consequences in the minds of the enraged savages?

 Leoric doesn’t think so.