The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

"A long dream, Bulcaisel."

Sanya stood up straight, looked at her injuries and said.

 Some literature and art are not barbaric at all.

Perhaps because she spent more time with Li Min, Sonya also experienced some changes.

 Whether her strength had increased or weakened, it was difficult for Sonya to tell at this time.

 But what is certain is that she came back to life and had the opportunity to swing a hammer in Malthael's face.

 He jumped slightly, feeling the lightness of his body, and his words were somewhat insincere.

 “What are you going to do now?”

Burkeso raised his eyes and looked at Sonya in front of him, asking with somewhat complicated emotions.

 Then a not-so-dainty fist hit Bulcasso hard on the bridge of his nose.

 Powerful and rough, this is very barbaric.

 “I’m going to beat you! And will you fight back!? Great Immortal King!?”

Sanya rubbed her fist hard against Bulcasso's face. The blood was not wiped away, but it fainted.

 The nosebleed spurted out from the broken nasal cavity like a fountain, and Bulcaisel stood where he was without moving.

 Sanya was angry, it was palpable.

  More of a mockery of those who are superior.

 Sanya’s strong body does not have much softness of beauty, nor much kindness and compassion.

Sanya held the fist in her hand and made a crunching sound.

 Contemptuous and full of ridicule.

“Needless to say, you must have considered yourself a savior again, even though you have never denied this.

 The first ancestors were cruel and intimidating, Volusk was arrogant, so what are you?

 Are you bored because you think you have everything under control? Or are you contemptuous of it all from the bottom of your heart?

Burkeso, you are always like this."

Sanya hit Bulcasso hard on the bridge of his nose where blood was spurting out.

 The sound of the collision between the fist and the face is never very pleasant, especially when it sounds like the bones are being broken.

Sanya’s power is still strong and should not be underestimated.

“So what? The things I wish for are not beyond my control, and I will eventually grant your wishes.”

Burkeso took a step forward and looked directly into the eyes of Sonya, who was a head shorter than him.

 The surrounding ancestors showed different emotions.

For example, Hailab, with a look of disdain mixed with a little bit of hope.

Perhaps a person who realizes their wishes is enough for them to use as a support, and there is nothing wrong with that.

 It’s just that it can’t be considered authoritative.

“Hey, Bulcaisel. You always like to say that only the strong are qualified to sacrifice. Who is the strong one in your eyes?”

Leiko spoke in a loud voice, containing some hostility.

She patted her shoulder, which had been wearing Kanuk's evil-proof shoulder armor for some time. The ferocious and huge horns were flashing with bursts of blood.

 Leiko is alive.

 Carnuk can give his legend to any living barbarian.

 It is more appropriate to hand it over to Raico than to Casillas.

 After all, Leiko is powerful enough.

"I!"

Burkeso said calmly.

 The list of strong men in his eyes only has his own name from beginning to end.

 It’s so noble that it makes you want to laugh.

“Then, I, who can make your nose bleed all over the floor, am naturally a strong one.”

Sanya took out a piece of leather that she had used countless times from her pocket and wiped off the blood on her hands.

The power from the original ancestors is exuding its unique brilliance.

 “Are you ready to fight, old man?”

Sanya looked at Bulcaisso and roared, as if she was a challenger.

 But the so-called "battle" refers to facing Malthael and possibly Lilith.

Those two guys will definitely come over.

 Maybe not even too far.

 …

　　In the higher heaven, Ozil finally regained consciousness from that damn pool.

 The pain in his body continued to remind him of the brutal attack he had suffered before.

The experience of being injured by the aftermath of the Seven-Phase Fist and Exploding Palm of the Ten Phantom Bodies is very rare.

 Most people can only experience it once in their lifetime.

 Fortunately, Ozil is an angel and has a second chance.

 The gap between consciousness and free movement was a bit big. Ozil lay quietly and watched the spring water in front of him flowing continuously.

 Until he saw a trace of blood!

 “Devil! How can there be demons in the higher heavens!”

Ozil let out an extreme roar, and the water in the pool exploded with several beautiful splashes.

 The blood stains had the smell of demons, which was a bit hard for Özil to accept.

This feeling is as unsettling as having a pair of stranger's shoes at your doorstep.

“The higher heaven has everything, it’s just that you’ve never seen it.”

Yizuer said calmly. He stood outside the spring and looked at Ozil who tried hard to open his eyes.

Although Yizuer felt that Ozil might not be able to hear what he said in his current state, he still continued to speak:

“Oezir, I thought you would always stand by Tyrael’s side with your flame. Just like Tyrael always guarded Malthael’s side.

 It’s just that now, one person is no longer here.”

 Yizur murmured, and the body stained with angel power, demon bones and human flesh and blood showed a complex nausea at this time.

 Very disgusting, the smell is enough to make a hunting dog retching.

Ozil doesn’t look like he belongs to the Archangel of Wisdom, that’s right.

 He is the flame of justice, similar to the sharp sword of justice, Yizuer.

 Only Tyrael’s subordinates in the High Heaven can be described as huge in number.

 After all, justice has the most powerful power, and of course it is followed by more angels.

 It's just that Tyrael doesn't act very smart most of the time.

 So Özil chose wisdom and became a chess piece of wisdom willingly.

Ozur continued to roar as hard as he could, and the water surface that was supposed to explode only raised a few small bubbles under the power of Ozil.

 Yizur pressed his hand on his chest, feeling the two beating hearts inside, and his face looked unhappy.

 Using a human body to maintain one's own life is somewhat unjustifiable for an angel.

 Especially, the former Yizuer was noble and great.

“You are not too far away from waking up, Ozil. You just changed from a wise chess piece to a balanced chess piece. There is probably no difference to you.”

 While Yizuer was talking to himself, he smiled.

 Then a large piece of flesh and blood from his face fell to the ground with a splat.

 He didn’t want to do that.

 Just balance requires him to do this.

 He needs to be the first to face Bulcaisel's wrath.

 The archangels are plotting against Bulcasso, and so is the Demon King of Hell.

 Just because there is no need for an existence beyond the limits of the specifications in the originally balanced battlefield.

 The same is true for savages.

 Bul-Kai Thor was originally the Nephalem's most powerful bastion, but it was also regarded as a threat.

Perhaps the shadow cast by angels and demons on the Nephalem is too strong.

 Believing in a living person is a bit difficult for people living in a world where corruption is everywhere.

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 A series of bubbles formed on the surface of the spring water, and after they exploded, several sparks could be seen.

Ozil is still furious.

 Yizur is used to it.

The temper of the Burning Angel is not much different from that of those unreasonable barbarians, they are all the same.

 Yizur hesitated and took out a piece of flesh and blood from the ground on one side, looking at the fire on the spring with hesitant eyes.

 This is what Israel gave him.

 It is not clearly stated whose flesh and blood this is, but other than the flesh and blood of a certain great demon or a certain Nephalem, there is no other answer.

 Yizur should stuff this piece of flesh and blood into Özil's heart, and then let Israel use the power of the higher heaven to completely change Özil.

 But Yizuer was a little reluctant to take action.

 “A simple fool, if you are plotted anyway, you probably won’t know why until you die.”

 Yizur said a little feebly.

His hands covered his face as if washing his face.

 Then the flesh and blood glued to his bones fell to the ground with a crackle.

"You should die as an angel. Malthael is always right. Even if I can't stop it, I still want to see the world he wants."

 Yizur said this and stuffed a piece of flesh and blood into his mouth.

 Then he chewed it with big mouthfuls.

 “Smells like a rat! And angry.”

Yizur looked ugly as he evaluated the piece of flesh and blood.

 The answer has been revealed, Hamelin's flesh and blood, and a bit of Orak's corpse.

 Neither of these two guys are strangers.

So Yizuer glanced at the location of the Angris Council, his eyes flickering.

Ozil's body contained the flesh and blood of Hamelin and Orak, and Yizuel did not dare to think about what it would be like when Ozil saw Malthael or Bulkatho again.

 Being deprived of life by death, being tortured by archangels as a corrupted soul?

 Or is it facing Bulcaisu, chopped into minced meat, and then the part that belongs to Orak is separated from the middle bit by bit?

Hamelin's cry came from Yizuer's body, and the flesh and blood immediately climbed onto the demon's bones, gluing the body together that could be shattered at any time.

 The part belonging to Orak formed a layer of skin, covering the appearance of Yizu'er.

 At least now he looks like a normal person.

 Now it is Yizuer's turn to consider the previous question.

How would Bulcaisso chop him up?

 The spring water in front of him allowed Yizuer to see what he looked like, and he looked almost exactly like Orak.

 In addition, his body shape is almost the same as that of Orak, so hiding is already impossible.

“Gulu~you~Guluulu~I know! Guru~you!”

Fragments of words came from the spring, but they were not very clear.

 Ezur didn't want to stay still, he knew that Ozil wouldn't say anything nice at this time.

 But he could not keep Ozil in the higher heaven.

If you don't become a target according to Israel's plan, you will probably only be crushed by the force of balance.

 As Yizuer himself is a more important chess piece, Israel will not destroy it easily.

“You know what you want, but you should get out of here.”

 Yizur lowered his head and said.

　　Stretched out his hands and spread his wings.

 Then he pulled a portal with great effort.

This portal is opened according to the farthest place where the scent of an angel appears.

Although this degree of difficulty is a bit puzzling to Yizuer, it can ensure that Ozil will not be sent to Israel.

 Ezuelle thinks that this will probably be sent to Imperial or Auriel.

 After all, there are not many angels in this world.

  No matter how bad it is, it’s still by Rorschach’s side.

 Özil will be protected.

 Whether you meet an archangel or a barbarian.

 …

 Thanos sat on his throne holding the strange weapon in his hand.

 Looking at the angel-like Du Tianling in front of him, and the death maid who was full of the aura of death.

Ebony Maw has now been sent for treatment.

That guy suffered severe frostbite while fighting Du Tianling, and his black tongue was frozen to pieces.

 Fortunately, Thanos noticed something was wrong in time and came to the scene.

Then he defeated Du Tianling with a little effort, for the sake of Death Maid.

 After all, he is a guy who is willing to cause death to please death, and the power of death is a pass for him.

 Then, a portal was opened in front of them.

 “Wow~”

 A burst of sacred spring water flowed in directly from the other end, and the ground was wet everywhere.

The moment Du Tianling touched the spring water, he had a strange smile on his face.

 Then I couldn’t laugh anymore.

 Because he saw Ozil!

 His immediate boss!

 “Don’t let me know who you are! I will burn you when I find out!”

Ozil escaped from the spring water and was finally able to speak clearly what he had said before.

 The only part of his body that could move was sparks coming from his mouth.

　　The nature that should have been strong but was weak at this time completely fell into Thanos's eyes.

Thanos' fist-like chin shook, as if he was holding back what he wanted to say.

“I am the Titan of Destruction, Thanos. Who are you?”

 Thanos organized his words and asked in a majestic tone.

 The tall body stood in front of Ozil, blocking Ozil's sight.

 “What a weird guy! A devil, right?”

 Ozer started spraying directly.

The little bit of strength that he had barely recovered condensed into it, and he fired out a small fireball, which flew towards Thanos in a swaying manner.

Du Tianling, who was being interrogated on the side, wanted to say something, but couldn't open his mouth.

 Seeing the embarrassment of his boss, Du Tianling was thinking about why he came here.

The fireball floated gently in front of Thanos' face. Thanos waved his palms as if to ward off flies, and was burned.

 The power of the Burning Angel, even in its weakness, still possesses higher qualities.

Thanos's expression changed, and then he noticed Du Tianling, whose body was trembling a little.

 “Lock this guy up and be careful!”

 Thanos summoned several subordinates and pointed at Ozil on the ground.

 After Ozil was taken away somewhat roughly, he walked up to Du Tianling.

 “Do you know that guy just now?”

 Thanos’s question was filled with an air that could not be refused, and Du Tianling had a sarcastic smile on his face.

“Angels don’t need to hide behind the scenes! I am a member of the Dutianling, and the one just now, the attendant of the Archangel of Wisdom, is the direct leader of all Dutianlings! The Burning Angel Ozil!”

 Du Tianling spoke for the first time, with enthusiasm.

 The breath in his mouth was very cold, making Thanos feel a little bit cool.

Thanos nodded when he heard this. Although he couldn't figure out why the leader of a cold-blooded guy like Du Tianling was a Burning Angel, there was another person he wanted to ask about.

He pointed at the Maid of Death and continued to ask: "What about the other one?"

 “Death Maid!”

 Du Tianling gritted his teeth and said.

 The cold angels do not like death either, because the power of death does not belong to the archangels.

"understood."

  Thanos nodded again, then picked up the weapon and struck Du Tianling hard on the neck.

Angels and death don’t sound like a good match, so the Overlord and the Burning Angel were turned into enemies by Thanos.

Ozil’s essential quality is very high and can be used as a test subject.

 Perhaps we can come up with some new weapons.

Yizur probably wouldn't have thought that there are angels in this world other than the ones he knows.

But Ozil would not be killed by ordinary means.

 After death, you just return to the spring water of the higher heaven.

But now, the soul of a Dutianling has come into the spring of the High Heaven.

 And the soul of this Dutianling appeared right in front of Yizuer.

“Who did Malthael fight?”

 Yizur was talking to himself.

 In his understanding, there is no Dutianling in this world, and the soul of this Dutianling will only be from Malthael's side.

 “The Nephalem are still powerful...”

 Yizur said something meaningful.