The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

Bulkesso was sitting in the middle of the somewhat vast hall, looking at the old man in front of him.

 Calling himself "War", he is in good health and his two hearts are beating very powerfully.

 Even the normal prime-age men on this planet would not have such a healthy body.

Not to mention that the beating of the two hearts sounded like a stereo sound.

 “How did you get here?”

Burkeso asked.

 Although he watched the old man get out of the cracks in time.

 But this is not important. What Bulkesso wants to know is whether there is any intuitive connection between this old man and opening the time rift.

“I’m curious too. After all, I just saw a hole in front of me.”

 War said so.

 Then he frowned and glanced at the sonic screwdriver in his hand.

 The analysis results are out.

 The Bulcaisel in front of him was not the same kind as the human beings in the War Cognition, nor was it any alien he knew.

But the analysis of energy makes War think that he may have to find a way to change to a sonic screwdriver.

 No more useful news could be observed at all, which made the war become irritable.

“I remember you said you saw those angels hiding their faces? What is the difference between those things and the angels in higher heavens?”

Johanna asked Bulcasso excitedly.

“That’s not something that can be compared. Maybe there is something in common only in being difficult to kill.”

Burkeso lifted up a brick in front of him, pulled out a bottle of wine from underneath, and immediately poured it into his mouth.

  Gu Yi just smiled, she was used to it.

 On the other hand, Johanna was a little resistant to the realization.

 “Have you met the Weeping Angel?”

 War frowned, and then glanced at Bulcasso and Johanna.

From his perspective, only the power of the paradox of time and space can destroy the Weeping Angel.

 And those things can increase in value almost endlessly.

“Everyone who carries an angel will eventually become an angel.”

 This is how Weeping Angels explode.

  All images include retinas and the like, and it is possible to be assimilated by just one look at the Weeping Angel.

This thing is much more difficult to deal with when acting alone.

  After all, a Weeping Angel would not look at himself in the mirror and then use his own vision to block his actions.

And not far outside is the place where Rasuk used to forge.

Over there, Tony is currently holding a gemstone and striking it carefully, but his movements are a little stiff.

He knew that the most important foundation for a gemmaker was to divide gemstones, but Rasuk always stubbornly asked him to use the hammer in his hand to hit the gemstones to divide them.

He even said that these gems can only be treated in this way.

It became a heavy physical job, so Tony resorted to mechanical power.

  The role of machinery is to "liberate productivity" anyway, and that's what Tony is doing now.

 And Rasuk lied.

 He is just a blacksmith and doesn’t know much about gem-related crafts.

 What we know can only be described superficially.

 Those things are better understood by the mages of Xiansedi. And there are no gem craftsmen on the holy mountain of Harrogath now.

There is definitely a problem with hitting gems with a hammer. After all, it will only break them and will not allow low-level gems to be synthesized upwards.

If Mr. Shen Lao Cai saw this, Rasuk would probably be ridiculed.

And now the only thing that can do this is Kanai's Box, which is like a wishing box.

 It's just that it's not important, at least not to Rasuk.

“Why can’t I take the gems back to study? How does striking the gems produce changes? Rasuk! You must be fooling me!”

Tony had a dark face and was still tapping his hands.

 Thanks to technology, this repetitive work can be done by a suit named "Saber".

 It's just of no use.

 The results obtained by taking the wrong approach will mostly be accidental.

 Fortunately, Rasuk helped him inject the energy of a gem into the energy source, and now electronic communication and other functions have been restored.

 “Yes, I lied to you.”

 Lasuk looked up at the sky and slowly said annoying words, looking careless.

 It seems that he has no intention of giving a detailed answer.

 That's why Tony's teeth gritted.

 He had already expected it, but he was too embarrassed to ask.

 After all, Tony is the one who lies most of the time, and being lied to once is painful enough for him.

 Although it is not to the extent that you will no longer trust others just because you were deceived by a steamed bun.

 But the sense of crisis has always been with us.

 So now I couldn’t help it, so I asked.

"Why!?"

 I think it's an accusation, but it's a bit frivolous.

“Ahem~” Rasuk coughed dryly before continuing: “Because, forging is not something only barbarians can do.”

Of course not only savages can make the best blacksmiths.

 It's just that most of the best blacksmiths are barbarians.

The first Bulcaisel was one of them, and he taught those humans this craft without any reservation.

 So the barbarians became rich in blacksmith groups.

 This has something to do with physical strength, but it is not absolute.

 After all, under the same circumstances, the strength of the Crusaders is not much worse than that of the barbarians.

But has anyone heard of the legendary blacksmith in the Crusaders?

 Lasuk thought for a long time, and it seemed that he had no other gift that he could give Tony except his forging skills.

 It’s just that he doesn’t want to give away his treasure easily.

The most praiseworthy thing about Rasuk is his craftsmanship. Even calling it a treasure is not enough.

“I want to know, is there any difference between the armor I made by hand and the armor made by a stamping machine?”

Tony smashed the hammer on the iron felt, and the gem used to fool him turned into gem powder.

 A little conflict is still within the controllable category.

 After all, Tony may still be unable to do anything to deal with Rasuk.

 Anti-ghost armor is still a concept right now, and even Tony hasn’t figured out what a ghost is yet.

"This thing is pretty good. It can be used as a material or something."

 Lasuk glanced at the gem powder and spoke nonchalantly again.

 He was still thinking about when Tony would discover the gift he had prepared.

 When else will Tony pay attention to this seemingly primitive, but complex skill.

“Most of the things forged by one’s own hands are not more refined than the creations of technology, but that’s just the majority.”

 Lasuk tilted his head and stretched out his hand towards Tony.

 The calluses on the palms of my hands are as conspicuous as the fleshy balls in a bear’s claws.

“To put it simply, is there anything inappropriate about the armor you’re wearing after I forged it? I just went through it with a hammer and constant waving of my arms.”

 Lasuk held down Tony's shoulders, then bent his arms to show off his muscles.

 Somewhat smug, looking a little unpalatable and absurd.

 Lasuk is trying to tell Tony that he intends to hand over his skills to him.

 It’s just that the implicitness of barbarians is as elusive as nonsense.

 It’s even more confusing than “does she like me?”

“What can be mastered is power, and it is regarded as the only pillar. Can your technology become your pillar? Or is it just your means?”

 Lasuk brought his face close to Tony's and said seriously.

I have to say, this seems like a provocation.

 “I am Iron Man, a superhero.”

 Tony seemed to have some questions, but it was obvious that he did not intend to continue this conversation.

This is somewhat pure.

I saw his armor covering his whole body in an instant, reaching out and flying away at low altitude with the gem wrapped in a piece of demon skin.

 If you have different ideas, it’s better not to force it.

 The premise of mutual understanding is "mutuality", and unilateral understanding is of no use.

 Lasuk shook his head, picked up the casting hammer dropped by Tony, and then carefully dropped it on the iron felt.

 A violent roar!

 The blacksmith is always very energetic. If Koutur hadn't been worried about disturbing Rasuk's work, the big bear would have been wrestling with Rasuk.

 The powder of the gem was bounced up, and then turned into a somewhat ugly crystal in the sudden rise of anger.

The Forger's rage is uncommon, and Ra'suk's rage comes from his hatred of demons.

“Knowledge is priceless and can only be exchanged. I haven’t seen the things you mentioned yet.”

 Lasuk clutched the ugly crystal and threw it into the stove.

 He said it as if he was reciting a spell.

 The fire in the furnace swelled as if accelerants had been added, making Rasuk's face turn red.

 Tony is coming home, which may be good news.

At least out of arrogance, Tony will find a way to prove to Rasuk who is better in the comparison of technology and primitive technology.

 In this way, Tony will definitely discover Rasuk's gift.

However, Tony saw a somewhat familiar plane during the flight, so he posted it.

“Jarvis, connect the surveillance system inside to me.”

 Danger and other things are not among his considerations.

Tony gave the order directly, and the internal image of the S.H.I.E.L.D. plane immediately appeared in his sight.

He didn't know a few people there, but it was enough to know the most obvious guy.

 Nick Fury!

 “Didn’t he just leave not long ago?”

Tony frowned and then focused his attention on Doctor Who.

 It’s just that I didn’t see anything.

The two somewhat excited women may not be important characters, after all, the center of Amy Pond and Clara is the Doctor Who who is amusing people.

"say hi."

Tony said casually.

Then Jarvis completed the video connection part very well.

 His somewhat domineering face appeared on the monitors in the S.H.I.E.L.D. aircraft.

“Hey, Nick Fury, why are you back so soon? Or are you ready to accept the alien force?”

Tony had a mocking smile on his face.

Nick Fury is somewhat speechless.

“Tony? Are you going back?”

Nick Fury answered without changing his expression.

 It is not impossible to expect to see colors other than black on Nick Fury’s forehead.

 It just takes some chance.

Nick Fury was holding a sandwich in his hand and stuffing it into his mouth.

 It’s not like Iron Man is the only superhero in the world.

One-eyed man Nick Fury was also a well-known hero back then.

“I’m going to go back and take a look, after all, it’s taken a lot of time. Open the hatch.”

Tony spoke while giving new instructions to Jarvis.

Nick Fury was eating his sandwich with an expressionless expression.

　　The life substitute that emerged from the petri dish will easily get hungry, especially the longer Nick Fury uses this body, the heavier the hunger will become.

 This may be the only inconvenient flaw of the life double.

 He also knew very well that what Tony said about "opening the hatch" was not meant for him.

“Who is this? I feel like there might be a tacit understanding between us.”

 Doctor Who smiled and waved gracefully to show friendship.

Tony went directly into the cabin and looked around.

“S.H.I.E.L.D.’s technical content is quite good, but you are too stupid.”

Tony ignored Doctor Who. He would not pay too much attention to strangers, whether they were Iron Man or Playboy.

 “I brought a man to see Bulkeso, and this guy said he was Doctor Who who had appeared at that time.”

Nick Fury pointed at Doctor Who with his chin, and then continued to chew.

 “I have to stress it again! I am him, he is not me.”

 Doctor Who straightened his bow tie and stood up.

　　Immediately, he extended a hand of friendship to Tony.

 “You can call me Doctor, that’s enough.”

Tony looked at Doctor Who again.

“Hello, I am also a Ph.D., and I have certificates from several degrees.”

 Tony did not choose to shake hands, which was a bit arrogant.

 For Tony, a "Ph.D." degree is just a qualification for dialogue.

  Apart from the reporters and beauties he met when he was in a good mood, Tony didn't like to spend time with other people.

 It was just that when he saw Nick Fury, he became a little curious.

This curiosity only made him choose to say a few more words after he quietly used Jarvis to scan the plane under his feet.

"very nice."

Doctor Who smiled nonchalantly, then looked at Tony's mask in front of him and became serious.

“Have you found any results in your research on Cybermen?”

That iconic expression made Doctor Who feel the danger in an instant.

"Cyberman? I didn't see this face on the battlefield at that time. If you were the Doctor Who at that time, what reason do you want to use to explain that the Doctor at that time was not surrounded by these two girls."

Tony said angrily, and then sat directly next to Nick Fury.

 After taking off the mask, Tony touched his mustache and looked at Doctor Who in front of him.

“I was deceived just now... by a ghost. So my temperament is very bad.”

Tony looked at Doctor Who who was still unimpressed, and then secretly asked Jarvis to start collecting information.

 Curiosity......

 Doctor Who felt a trace of malice, and then pulled out the sonic screwdriver from his arms.

 He wanted to see if the guy in front of him who might be a Cyberman believer was human.