The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

"What did you come for?"

Bruce Wayne said to Constantine with a cold face.

He held a bat-shaped hatchet in his hand, as if he could throw it out at any time.

"I always feel that we are in the same group. Do you feel the same way?"

Constantine slowly lit a cigarette and spoke in a casual tone.

By the way, he tightened his windbreaker to prevent his body from freezing in the cold.

He slowly closed the huge wooden door behind him. Judging from his movements, this was not an easy task.

"How about that?"

Wayne threw the hand ax out with a normal expression, and the ax flew past Constantine's head, trimming the frivolous man's temples.

The ax went through the wooden door, making the place better ventilated.

Except it's a little bit cold.

Wayne opened the inside of his clothes and pulled out another hatchet from a row of hatchets.

He likes to be prepared, after all, the equipment he carries is always better than something he picked up off the ground.

"I have some questions about death that I want to ask, but obviously I'm not qualified yet."

Constantine flicked the cigarette butt, looked up at Wayne and continued:

"As for the barbarians, I know about them. They are a group of noble lunatics. To be honest, I don't like this way of fighting."

"What do you want from me, Constantine?"

Wayne's words were categorical, and there was no hint of caution in them.

Although aware of Constantine's notoriety, Wayne still believed that he had the situation under control.

At least he doesn't regard Constantine as a teammate yet. If there is any need to fight together, just let Constantine leave on his own.

"Getting a place to stay and a chance to meet death."

Constant didn't raise his head when he said this, he just smoked his cigarette silently, his movements were a bit obscene.

He just said a great name.

"Then do you want me to chop off your head?"

There was no emotion in Wayne's voice, and it was impossible to tell whether he was serious or just a threatening joke.

To meet death?

Wayne knows what death is.

If Constantine was serious about this, it would be a big trouble.

Wayne doesn't lack courage.

It would be better to say that he has more courage than anyone else. After all, facing fear every day and finally choosing to make yourself the object of evil deeds requires unparalleled bravery.

A prudent and knowledgeable man like him is well aware of Nietzsche's famous words about staring into the abyss.

But he was prepared.

Especially after knowing that fear is no longer an invulnerable concept, Wayne has thought about how to defeat Diavolo more than once.

"If necessary."

Constantine raised his head suddenly, but quickly lowered it again.

But when he raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot.

Obviously Constantine is not very calm now.

It was as if he had truly seen the truth of life not long ago.

"This world is so strange, isn't it? Death seems to have forgotten me? Or have you ever had similar thoughts?

Rather, he excluded us. It felt like we were inappropriate wherever we appeared."

Constantine tested Wayne little by little.

He wants to get something useful, and these will determine his future actions.

"Then you might just be a bit unsociable."

As Wayne spoke, he put away the hatchet in his hand, and then turned around silently.

He had to continue fighting, after all, the prizes provided by his ancestors were worth his efforts.

Now that there is an easier and clearer way to become stronger, he won't abandon it.

It was just a matter of making more preparations, even though he was a little worried about using anger as an energy for fighting.

"Okay, I'm always out of line, but I'm also always right."

Constantine spread his hands, took a deep drag on the cigarette, and dropped the ashes to the ground.

Constantine sensed something was wrong.

Some big questions about the world.

This was something he had a vague feeling when he was learning the spells of the ancient mage lineage.

The world excludes him a little bit.

He didn't notice this kind of exclusion from Luke and the others.

And he didn't dare to test Bulcaisuo yet, or maybe he just didn't find a safe way to test it yet.

It felt like I was a stepmother and didn't get the slightest attention in this world.

So he wanted to get some news from death, preferably answers.

"I try to love life, but what in this world is worthy of my love? Isn't it gay?"

Constantine said a little boredly.

Life has never been simple for this man.

Fortunately, now he no longer needs to worry about this matter.

"The Hulk is going to crush you!"

There was a huge roar, and a sturdy green figure with an earth-beating demon rushed in from the other side of the wooden door!

Then two huge bodies hit the ground heavily.

The smoke and dust in the sky made it even more difficult to breathe in this place with poor ventilation.

"Ahem! I said, it's not these rocks you want to crush, right? Big man?"

The cigarette in Constantine's mouth was almost extinguished in the smoke and dust.

Fortunately, I don't know what kind of stone it is, but it was completely broken after being smashed.

At least no gravel splashed onto his handsome face.

"Huh? Pretend I didn't say it, you can do it yourself!"

Constantine shivered when he saw clearly the figure in the smoke looking at him with angry eyes.

He had heard of the Hulk, although it didn't have a good reputation.

Hulk then lifted a thick stone pillar from the ground and walked outside.

Constantine wanted to say "please shut the door", but when he saw the smashed appearance of the earth-thumping demon, he chose to shut up.

When you say dirty words, it also depends on the situation.

Moreover, Constantine didn't think that Hulk's IQ could understand the meaning of his dirty talk.

"Hulk, are you happy?"

Betty Ross's voice came from the other side of the door, and Constantine could only tighten his tight coat in loneliness.

"There are people who love the Hulk, but why do the people I meet only love my body and my little money?"

Constantine took a long drag on the cigarette until the butt turned red.

Constantine is definitely loved.

But loving him means a heavy price.

The people who love him will always disappear, and it will become like this over time.

You may not go bald by pulling out a single hair, but if you pull them out one by one, you will eventually become bald.

…

"Hulk! So happy!"

Hulk shouted loudly to Betty.

The current Betty may be very pleasing to him.

After all, seeing someone with the same "monster" appearance and being quite gentle to him warmed Hulk's mind, which was no better than a child.

"Then let's go, let's find our next playmate."

Betty's face pulled out a smile with great difficulty.

It's quite difficult to smile with a bird's beak on your head.

"Next!"

Hao roared loudly!

Then an Earth-thumping Demon in the distance that was several times larger than the previous one moved over as if it had heard the movement.

The spirit of Cassius, who was standing not far behind them, rubbed his head with a headache.

This big green guy is indeed a good seedling, but it seems too early to hit the hammer now.

At this time, all the ancestors on the Holy Mountain who can fight with the hammer are in the battle, and the guy who is most suitable to fight with this thing is Kotur.

But Kotur couldn't leave.

For a moment, Cassius really couldn't think of anyone who could deal with this guy Nian Hammer.

"Hulk! Smash!"

"Snapped!"

Cassius slapped himself on the forehead, and then in a flash he caught the Hulk with an incredibly dull expression on his face!

The moment Hulk hit the hammer, he felt that something was wrong.

It took him a long time to wake up this little guy from his sluggish state, and now he is autistic again.

As a big demon with a famous name, Nian Zhui is an old acquaintance of this guy.

I don’t know how many hammers those idle hell demons have made. Anyway, after a while, a brand new hammer will appear, waiting for the challenge from the nephalem.

Can be called a model worker.

"Hulk!"

Betty suddenly flew over with her wings flashing, and took Hulk from Cassius's hand with a dull look on her face.

That high-pitched cry reminded Cassius of a rooster he had ever raised.

"Do you want to leave the secret realm?"

Cassius said with some embarrassment.

Hulk is not a match for Hammer yet. Although he can take a beating, it is not enough for him to win.

"Hulk!"

Hulk yelled, as if he was about to roll out of Betty's arms.

If Betty hadn't been transformed by Murdoc, she wouldn't have this level of power. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise?

"Boy, this is not a battle you can face. Do you really plan to continue?"

Waves of dangerous aura emerged from Cassius' body and pressed on Hulk's body.

"Woo~"

Hulk let out an angry roar and immediately turned into Banner.

Even as a child, Hulk has the power and intensity of a beast like a child.

Cassius's persuasion was still very effective.

"Ahem! It's damn cold here."

Banner said very uncomfortable.

Since arriving at the Holy Mountain, he has become accustomed to strange things.

Groups of demons, a lot of powerful and incomprehensible beings.

Now he just wants to know where to find clothes that are enough to keep out the cold!

"Go back, it's almost over."

Cassius sent Hulk and Betty out of the secret realm with a grimace.

If Cultur knew that Hulk had to leave because he hit the hammer, he would probably not be able to spare Cassius.

"Who did I offend? Does being disrespectful to victory really lead to a decrease in luck in the battle? Isn't this what those Orak admirers are talking about?"

Cassius cursed and walked towards the hammer.

fighting?

He's already out.

He just wanted to confirm the identity of the hammer so that Koutul could find this "enemy".

The last recruit who witnessed everything and persisted may really not appear.

It's just a pity that Bulqueso has prepared a prize.

Even Cassius was a little jealous of that thing.

…

"Is it over?"

Qualkek finally arrived at the scene of the battle.

He spoke in a long and doubtful tone.

It all went smoothly beyond his imagination.

Through the old man, he saw the boulder that was shining with an ominous light.

It all seemed like he had envisioned it first, followed by fireworks, and then announced the end of this boring battle.

"You really think so?"

Baal's voice sounded muffled from the boulder, although no one could see Baal's appearance through the boulder.

But Qualkek still seemed to see Barr's disgusting face, with veins popping out on his forehead.

"I knew that if the Demon King of Hell wanted to make a conspiracy, he would always surprise me!"

Qualkirk strode forward and walked past Lizzy.

The gripping position of the mountain-splitting ax in his hand was adjusted.

Qual'Kek does not need to hold on to the axe at this time to maintain the center of gravity in the battle.

In other words, facing a guy like Baal, the best option is to hold the end of the ax handle so that the attack can be heavier.

"The biting cold wind! Blow towards me!"

With a strange tune in his mouth, Qualkek sang a song from his hometown in a roaring voice.

"That is the fury of nature and the freedom of the soul!"

"Boring old guy, no one wants to hear your singing."

Baal's voice interrupted Qualkek's roar.

On the stone ball wrapped around his body, traces of the blood from Olongus were flickering.

Some subtle bulges appeared on the surface of the originally regular stone.

"The old man is always full of wisdom in life and places his hope on the young warriors.

Because the old body cannot bear the endless anger!

But when I get old, I can still use an ax to make a hole in your head!

Yahoo!"

Qualkek's footsteps turned into a trot. Since the stone has no intention of exploding yet, let him light the final fuse!

Qualkek's steps were a little upside down as if he was drunk, and his body was swaying erratically!

The ground under your feet was rotated and dragged out in an arcing trajectory!

"Is this your strongest attack?"

Barr's voice still came.

Although he couldn't see Qualkek's actions, the anger turned into coldness and spread to his body bit by bit.

"What I want is also this explosion. So are you going to let me get my wish?"

Barr continued to talk.

The cold wind on the mountain turned into sharp blades with Qualkek's actions, converging on the icy giant axe!

The strong wind moved with the movement of the ax blade, condensing an icy blue blade on the mountain-splitting axe!

"You are just a pitiful consciousness of Barr! Just turn it into rubble for me!"

Qualkek yelled and stopped singing, and hit the huge stone heavily with the giant ax in his hand!

A huge roar!