318 The "Missing" Person Appears in Front of You (10,000-Word Chapter)

"I said, what you did was too hasty!"

Spider-Man got out of Rumlow's attack range with an inversion similar to a gymnastics move, and casually released his spider web to a tall building not far away, intending to get rid of Rumlow's attack in this way.

"Hydra guy, it's enough for you to be aware. Seeing that you don't have that offensive aura on your body, I will treat you less cruelly!"

Rumlow used his feet hard and followed up with a jumping slash.

Spider-Man's injuries were definitely serious, and even the jump between buildings that he was accustomed to had became difficult.

Every time he swung across a tall building, he could feel the intense discomfort in his body.

The tearing of muscles and the groaning of bones made him regret why he appeared in Rumlow's eyes at this time.

With a sharp pain, Spider-Man let go of the webbing on his hand and fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment.

But fortunately, his destination has arrived!

Lawyer Matthew Murdock, where Daredevil lives!

Now the only person Spider-Man can truly trust is Matthew, so he has to get to Matthew's residence as soon as possible even if he makes his injuries worse.

Although he still didn't understand what was going on with Rumlow, there was no room for him to think anymore at this time!

As Spider-Man rolled to the ground, Rumlow's figure fell directly from the sky.

His feet stepped on the ground without leaving any trace.

For these barbarian recruits, restraining their own strength is the first lesson learned.

"Why didn't you run away? Your injuries seem to be much more serious than what I observed. But since you came to this place even if your injuries were aggravated, does that mean you have an accomplice?"

Rumlow held the giant hammer in both hands and spoke to the Spider-Man in front of him, approaching step by step, making his figure full of oppression.

"Daredevil! Help!"

Spider-Man called Matthew, and specifically called the name "Daredevil", just because he didn't want Matthew to reveal his identity.

But when Rumlow arrived, Matthew had already felt it.

"What's going on? Why did this kid offend you?"

Matthew walked out shirtless in a pair of trousers. He was just about to take a rest when he encountered such a situation.

For Matthew, the two people in front of him were both acquaintances, and he didn't understand why such a situation occurred.

"Daredevil! This is you!"

Spider-Man finally realized that something was wrong, and finally let go of the breath he had been holding.

As for Rumlow, he had no idea of ​​continuing to attack.

In front of him and Matthew, just a Spider-Man didn't have the ability to escape.

“This kid said ‘Hey Hydra’ in front of me. Even though he seems to be a kind and just person, who knows if the Hydra he belongs to has other ways of doing things.

I think this guy must know something. "

Rumlow slapped his palms with the handles of his giant hammers, looking at Spider-Man with still sharp eyes.

"Oh? I have had some cooperation with him before, but at that time he could be called a superhero."

Matthew rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully.

Behind him, Angel walked out with sleepy eyes.

Angel has not gone home recently and has been staying at Matthew's house temporarily during this period.

Of course nothing happened, they were just discussing the issue of Kingpin.

"Daredevil, do you know that the person in front of you is the Hydra known as 'Crossbones'!"

Spider-Man's tone was a little anxious.

"I know, I've known about this since we met. So what about you? What are you called in Hydra?"

After Matthew heard what Spider-Man said, he hesitated a little and took out a mace from his backpack and spoke to Spider-Man.

Spider-Man's face looked a little ugly under his mask:

"Well, Lawyer Murdoch, is this your guide stick? I think this image of the guide stick is a bit too conspicuous. I can introduce you to a good store. The products in it are at least better than what you have in your hand. This one is more common.”

Spider-Man started to chatter, but then he immediately relaxed.

Facing Rumlow and Matthew, it would be more convenient for him to drag his seriously injured body and run away, just close his eyes and fall asleep.

At least there is everything in the dream.

"Isn't this Spider-Man? What happened to him?"

Angel rubbed his eyes, glanced at the scene and asked with some doubts.

She knew both Rumlow and Matthew, and her memories were so profound that she couldn't forget them even if she wanted to. So she didn't ask Rumlow how he came to this place.

"It seems like there is some misunderstanding?"

Matthew tapped the ground with a mace, and then walked directly towards a safe house in the distance.

He could already hear the sirens and noisy reporters arriving.

Angel and Rumlow understood what Matthew meant, so Rumlow directly grabbed Spider-Man's neck and followed Matthew.

…

"Tell me, how do you know me. And what do you know about Hydra?"

Rumlow sat on the only chair in the small room.

The Spider-Man in front of him was sitting cross-legged on the ground, having taken off his hood.

"I just heard some news about this. I'm really not Hydra."

Spider-Man's face was very ugly and his hair was messy.

One bad thing happened one after another, making him feel exhausted both physically and mentally.

In this world, what he felt was more disturbing than in the original world, although many super villains and superheroes were not active yet, and even his friend Colossus had no news at all.

But he is familiar with this world. He has heard about SHIELD, Daredevil and even Wonder Man.

“Had the Hydra people not been well prepared, they would never have said those words until they died. Although you didn’t act like Hydra at all, you shouldn’t have heard those words. "

Rumlow propped up the chair beneath him, rocking back and forth.

The two-handed giant hammer has been put back into his backpack.

In a small environment, Spider-Man has no room to escape, and the level of trouble is greatly reduced.

"Although I can't guarantee anything, the aura on this kid's body won't deceive anyone. He is a good person who can also be called a hero."

Matthew said as he sat on the edge of the bed, Angel was already lying on the only bed.

For Angel, she doesn't worry about the things between these people at all.

It is difficult for anyone who has seen Bulcaisel to feel worried about other beings.

After all, it was only the taller people who held up the sky when it fell, and Bulcasso was the tallest one they knew.

"Of course I know, that's why I'm willing to sit here and ask nicely. If this guy is a villain, that would be easy."

Rumlow muttered twice, took out a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

"This is my secret, and I thought, if possible, I could keep it to myself."

Spider-Man also lost the idea of ​​saying dirty things. At this time, he just wanted a spacious place to lie down.

His wound began to hurt again.

"At least tell me who you are looking for first. After I help you find that guy, we can continue the current problem. I think this time is enough for you to figure out what to do."

Rumlow relaxed a little, still leaning back on the chair and talking.

"That's right, that bastard!"

Spider-Man finally remembered what he was doing when he came out!

Constantine disappeared after taking away all his property!

And the guy who recommended the "professional" to him was here!

"Daredevil! Do you know what that professional did! He took away a month's living expenses from me! Then he disappeared!"

Spider-Man's complaint made several people present become serious.

Constantine is definitely not a name unfamiliar to barbarians.

"Did you contact him? Did he say anything?"

Angel climbed up directly, squatted on the edge of the bed and asked excitedly!

Spider-Man also lost his composure when he saw Angel's excited expression with a hint of hatred.

In his opinion, Constantine is an absolute scumbag, and Angel is also a victim.

But the victim’s behavior of not taking revenge on the scumbag but dragging him down is really unethical!

"You! Since you know who he is, why did you let me contact him! That bastard disappeared without saying a word! I'm looking for him!"

"Then why did you say 'Hey Hydra' to tease Rumlow? As you said, wouldn't this misunderstanding be over if you went to Constantine honestly?"

Matthew asked with some confusion.

Spider-Man's approach is simply a model of looking for trouble out of nothing.

If he wanted to leave, would Rumlow still stop him there for no reason?

"I know Rumlow is Hydra, and that's all I know. But you should know what Hydra will do to people with superpowers, right? My injuries haven't healed yet, how can I possibly do anything to the famous 'Crossbones' Unprepared?

If I can gain his trust with just one sentence, then I will be safe soon! ? "

Spider-Man spoke like he was pouring out bitter words, speaking very fast, clicking like Gatling with blue fire.

Rumlow was speechless at Spider-Man's words.

If Hydra had followed its original style, what Spider-Man said would probably come true.

So Rumlow felt guilty about what Spider-Man said, but he was also glad that he became a savage.

Mistakes may not be terrible, but the terrible thing is that you will never go back on the wrong path.

"Having said all that, you still know a lot of information about Hydra. This is not something that a hidden superhero like you should know."

Rumlow said slowly after being silent for a long time.

A lot of information has been revealed about Spider-Man, and this is obviously very unusual.

"It's something you don't want to say again? It's really troublesome."

Rumlow curled his lips and said.

"The question now is where did Constantine go?"

Angel interjected.

Although Constantine has always been unreliable, this guy is still responsible in important matters.

The inexplicable disappearance without any news was a bit strange to Constantine.

"Perhaps he has learned from Spider-Man what has happened to Kingpin, or maybe he is locked up by Kingpin at this time?"

Matthew made a reasonable guess, but it turned out to be completely different.

Moreover, according to Constantine's usual style, he would not appear alone in any dangerous place unless something unexpected happened in that place.

"Wait a minute, you're talking about Kingpin? Are you serious? Matthew!"

Rumlow became serious.

He knew Kingpin, and he had seen many tributes from Kingpin when he was still a Hydra.

But Kingpin was a human whose power had reached the extraordinary level, so how could he make Matthew feel embarrassed?

Matthew looked at Rumlow deeply, and finally told him everything.

"Are you saying that Kingpin has undergone changes that you can't understand, and he is as powerful as a monster now?"

Rumlow repeated the information given by Matthew, speaking in an unbelievable tone.

This world is not normal.

Talented people can mutate into powerful guys through scientific research, and rich people can also play with some equipment that others can't afford to play to become stronger.

Even people who fall into some chemical reagents or pollution sources have the opportunity to get superpowers that others can't imagine, but Kingpin has nothing to do with these.

To talk about being rich, Kingpin is indeed rich, but most of the money falls into the pockets of those big shots.

The little income he had left was not enough to buy a fighter jet, and playing with technology was a fantasy.

As for mutation, Jin would not take risks easily.

You know, if people fell into the chemical reagents, they would die, or there would be many more who would mutate.

Jin had no reason to do so.

"I think even if Rorschach came, he might not be Kingpin's opponent in a one-on-one situation."

Matthew added.

"Are we qualified to intervene in that kind of battle?"

Rumlow glanced at Matthew and asked word by word.

Matthew's answer would determine how he should deal with Kingpin.

"We may only be able to come up with it out of the blue. I can't cause any injuries to Kingpin, but you may be able to do it."

Matthew calmly stated his judgment.

Rumlow touched the ancient wristband on his wrist after hearing this.

Since Matthew said so, he had no reason not to believe it.

Rumlow knew the power of the ancient hammer after the ancient skin care amplification. Although he was not strong enough, even Rorschach had to be careful to deal with that kind of damage.

But such power can only cause a little damage to Kingpin in Matthew's mouth.

"My suggestion is to find Rorschach first, and as for Luke and Jessica, don't tell them."

Rumlow rubbed the wristband of the ancestors and said decisively.

"Wait, the Luke you are talking about is the Wonder Man Luke Cage? Jessica? The treasure girl is Jessica Jones?"

Spider-Man finally found a topic that he could interrupt, and his chatterbox attribute began to rise.

"You know? I find that you always know a lot of things, but you always know only a little."

Rumlow looked at Spider-Man meaningfully, and then gave Matthew a look.

This is his habit, sometimes the eyes can convey a lot of information.

Although Matthew can receive a lot of information that others cannot receive, visual information is absolutely impossible.

The world seen by the blind is difficult for normal people to understand.

It is not that the blind see all darkness, but nothingness.

When a normal person closes one eye and observes the world with the other eye, then what he sees with the closed eye is what the blind sees.

Nothingness!

Nothing!

For Matthew, who used to be able to see everything, the pain after losing his vision is unspeakable.

"I don't think we can handle this matter alone. That guy's level is too high."

Matthew couldn't see Rumlow's gesture, but it didn't prevent him from feeling Rumlow's movements.

Matthew's opinion made Rumlow a little unhappy.

"So do we have to tell Burkeso about this kind of thing? Tell him that we are too weak and we can't do anything about the evil!?"

Rumlow seemed a little irritable about this kind of thing.

The guilt still gnawed at his heart, and it was only a little better recently.

"Now Constantine may have fallen into Kingpin's hands. What can we do? Let Constantine be tortured by Kingpin?"

Matthew finally made up his mind and said to Rumlow without giving in.

Angel on the side was biting her nails. This quarrel made her feel uneasy.

"Well, I want to ask a question. Who is Rorschach? Who is Bul-Kathos?"

Spider-Man's voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for everyone present to hear.

"Whether we find Rorschach or Bul-Kathos, we have to go back to the Holy Mountain."

Rumlow glanced at Spider-Man and directly pulled open a portal.

Fixed-point teleportation was still not stable for Rumlow, but he was sure that the other end of the portal was Harrogath, which was enough.

"Then what about Angel and Spider-Man? Leave them here?"

Matthew asked.

"Take them together! I don't want to catch this kid all over the world again."

"Then you'd better pray that your portal opens to the gate of the Holy Mountain."

Matthew said this and went through the portal directly.

Rumlow mentioned Spider-Man with a guilty conscience and took Angel directly through the portal. Then what he saw made him almost curse out loud.

"Is this the Constantine you said was captured by Kingpin?"

Rumlow threw Spider-Man to the ground, pointing at Constantine who was talking to Maddock in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain and yelling.

The location of the portal this time was not right, it was the inside of the gate of the Holy Mountain.

Visitors who were not approved by the Holy Mountain would naturally tell the three ancestors who were the gatekeepers of the Holy Mountain.

Then Rumlow was surrounded by Maddock, Kolik and Tallik.

Maddock even left Constantine who was chatting with him.

"Boy, I think you should know that visitors who have not gone through the process of climbing the mountain will be regarded as intruders, right? I think you should be very clear about this after reading the memories transmitted by Harrogas."

Maddock waited for Rumlow with his eyes squinting, and the brand new sadness in his hand was emitting cold light.

"Well, it was just an accident."

Rumlow glanced at Matthew, who seemed to be indifferent, and a wave of anger appeared in his heart.

But he didn't dare to show it in front of the three ancestors.

Otherwise it would become a little strange.

It was just like when a child was beaten by his father as a child, and the child said "Have you eaten?" to ease the atmosphere and show concern.

That would only lead to a more severe lesson.

"Accident? Didn't I teach you not to use the power you don't have easily?"

Talek rubbed the certificate of shame in his hand, his tone serious.

Accidents should be avoided as much as possible for a warrior.

The variables brought by the power that is not mastered are the factors that determine survival or destruction.

Defender Talek hates accidents the most!

"What are you going to do? Beat him up? That's meaningless."

Kolik looked up at Anderson outside the gate of the Holy Mountain, and then looked at Constantine with a smirk on his face.

What's the point of beating Rumlow?

Many children are always beaten, but what they understand and deeply understand cannot be instilled through force.

Awe is an important emotion, but it cannot turn into fear.

Kolik didn't like the education method of beating people up at every turn, after all, beating people up would only make others realize that strength can make others surrender.

"Throw those two outside the gate. If they can climb up, then your mistake will be temporarily forgotten. If they can't climb up, then you're in trouble!"

Tallik made a decision after looking at Kolik.

Rumlow was his successor. Since he had already made the punishment, Maddock and Kolik wouldn't say much.

"I remember what degree of punishment the guy who did something wrong would receive?"

Madock muttered "quietly".

"Anyway, it's cruel. I haven't seen many barbarians who can still laugh after being punished."

Kolik threatened in coordination with Maddock's words.

Matthew frowned in front.

If the three ancestors were still alive, Matthew could hear the emotions in these words by hearing.

But the three ancestors were all dead, and no one could hear the heartbeat of a soul.

Rumlow felt his teeth itching, and walked towards the gate of the Holy Mountain with Spider-Man in his hand.

Angel followed Rumlow quietly, but met Anderson's strange eyes when he passed the door.

After the group walked farther and farther on the Holy Mountain, Matthew asked worriedly:

"Ancestors, I want to ask what the so-called punishment is?"

"The punishment depends on the person."

Maddock stroked his beard and said.

"Like I watched Burkeso and these two bastards drink up all my wine. Not even a mouthful was left for me!"

Maddock became more and more angry as he spoke, and after he finished speaking, he stretched out his evil black hand towards the back of Kolik's head.

With a loud snap, Kolik was buried directly in the snow.

As for why he didn't stretch out his hand towards Tallik, it was because he really couldn't beat Tallik.

Although the damage that Madok can cause in the battle with the demons may be three times that of Tallik, he just can't beat Tallik.

Although the defender Tallik doesn't use a shield, the suffocating battle is enough to make any demon feel suffocated.

It's very precise and flawless.

The battle with Tallik can easily turn into a protracted battle. Unless you have a much stronger power than Tallik, it may be more difficult to defeat him than to defeat Kalju.

There is still a big difference in the damage that a shield and a heavy sword can cause.

"The next day you were punished by eating all the black bread in the inventory. That time I knew how stubborn you are."

Tallik said unhappily, pulling Korlik out of the snow.

He locked Korlik's throat, who was about to fight Madok, and said with a subtle fucking emotion.

Madoc had a fight with the three of them for the wine he had drunk, and as a result of the conflict, Madoc was thrown into the warehouse.

After being hungry for half a month, the bastard ground the black bread into powder and drank it with strong liquor.

Tallik, who was the supervisor at the time, still can't forget the sound of the hard black bread when it was rubbed, which sounded like metal friction.

"Tallik, let me go! I must make this bastard Madoc eat all his sculptures today!"

Kolik struggled hard.

As a soul that was locked by the throat, he could curse loudly.

In order to break free from Talek's restraints, he even punched Talek's nose.

"Then I'm relieved."

Matthew let out a long breath.

He thought that the barbarians' punishment would be a bloody and cruel punishment, and he was relieved a lot.

But what he didn't know was that the wine that Madok drank in front of him was the last memory he brought from his home.

He didn't know that the hard black bread was the dry food given to him by Madok's tribe.

The pain of watching his past become nothing in front of him was profound, not so cruel, but enough to make these barbarians who made mistakes remember deeply what the consequences of making mistakes would be.

As long as you make a mistake once in the battle, all the past will be meaningless.

"By the way, is Rorschach on the Holy Mountain? I have something to find him."

Matthew asked casually.

Madok pointed in a direction casually, and the three ancestors pulled and tugged and fought back to the gate of the Holy Mountain.

Constantine walked towards Matthew with a smile on his face.

"Constantine, I think you should give Spider-Man an explanation. It's not a good thing to run away without making a sound."

Matthew said calmly.

Since Constantine "didn't encounter" any accidents, it couldn't be better.

Matthew was also interested in talking to Constantine a little.

...

"Andariel, you seem to know something extraordinary."

Bulkeso said this calmly while sitting on the ground.

Andariel's voice no longer carried the negative emotions of the devil of hell. At this time, she behaved as peacefully as those ordinary people that Bulkeso knew.

"Yes, I am the child of Inarius and Lilith. Bulkeso, you are the same."

Andariel's words were a little weird.

Bulkeso was not the original ancestor, although both of them were called Bulkeso.

"Did you recognize the wrong person? I don't think you are looking for me."

Bulkeso frowned and squeezed out a three-dimensional "Chuan" character between his eyebrows.

"Do you think you know everything about those old guys? Who gave you your name? Don't you think about it?"

Andariel said with a charming laugh.

She obviously knew a lot, and as the only outsider among the seven demon kings of hell, Andariel and the others would not be completely in the same mind.

"None of that matters. For me, what I want is what you demon kings of hell can't give me!"

Bulkeso was a little irritable.

Too many tragedies brought by the demon kings of hell happened in front of Bulkeso. For the demon kings of hell, the barbarians will never have the idea of ​​compromise.

Humans will have hatred, and this hatred will almost never disappear!

Even if someone will wag his tail and beg for mercy from the demon kings of hell for various reasons, this will never happen to those truly strong people!

All the humans who are still fighting in the Sanctuary have their own persistence, perhaps hatred for the demon kings of hell, or yearning for the sublime.

Or maybe he just wanted to let the fate of mankind be dominated by himself.

Such existence is not something that the devil of hell can touch!

Humans and angels and demons are always different!

"I didn't make any promises to you, but why are you so eager to reject me? Or are you afraid that you will be convinced by my conditions?"

Andariel's voice was so persuasive that for a moment Bul-Kathos clearly felt his doubts.

"Shut up! Andariel! Do you want to impress me? Do you want to corrupt me? You will only be as disgusting as the urine of a toad in the gutter, as annoying as the spikes of a bristly mouse! It will only be as disgusting as the juice of a rotten zombie poured into your mouth!"

The angry flames on Bul-Kathos' body began to burn.

But this flame could not hurt Andariel in the dark soul stone at all.

This kind of sealing method will not be easily affected, and more often it is just a tug-of-war at the level of consciousness.

"Bul-Kathos, your name represents more than what you think. Glory and victory? Responsibility and courage? That is the name of the Immortal King. The old man Volusk did not tell you everything."

Andariel felt that she was about to plant a seed of doubt in Bul-Kathos's heart.

She spoke in a consistent tone without revealing any flaws.

The slightest incoordination during the bewitching may lead to failure, which the demon kings of hell knew very well.

"What are you going to tell me?"

Bul-Kathos's anger was rising, but his tone was particularly calm.

Andariel's joy began to grow stronger.

The torture of the soul is her authority, and she saw an opportunity!

Although Andariel felt some doubts about Bul-Kathos's hesitation, she could not turn a blind eye to this excellent opportunity.

"The first generation of Bul-Kathos..."

"Still alive!"

Andariel was interrupted by Bul-Kathos before she finished speaking.

The rage on Bul-Kathos' body was instantly suppressed, and his tone returned to being cold.

In a battle of wills, of course, Andariel would not be the only one to launch an attack to shake Bul-Kathos, as Bul-Kathos had the same power to counterattack.

The lifespan of the Nephalem is endless!

If you want to destroy the Hell Lord, then making his will collapse is also a way.

When Andariel thought that the barbarians were all rude fools, she also fell into Bul-Kathos's trap.

"What?"

Andariel's voice finally changed. Even if she chose to remain silent immediately, she could not stop Bul-Kathos from continuing to speak.

Just as Bul-Kathos had no way to stop Andariel's voice from being transmitted to his mind, his voice would also be transmitted to the Dark Soul Stone indiscriminately!

"The first Bul-Kathos is still alive, what? Isn't this what you were going to tell me?

Since you may have seen another part of my soul, then you should know what I encountered at that time.

Although I can no longer remember my past clearly, how can you understand the thoughts of a human being?

Hell Lord, Torture Lord Andariel!"

Bul-Kathos' voice was full of contemptuous ridicule, constantly teasing Andariel's reason.

Andariel, who fell into the trap first, could no longer control her emotions at this time.

Silence might be her best choice.

"That existence is still alive, and the legend of that existence still exists! So what are you going to do?

The barbarian has been conceiving a plan for who knows how many years, but it probably means nothing in the eyes of you high and mighty hell demons, right?

Do you still think so now? Andariel?

You are a scum that I crushed as easily as a small inferior demon!

You are the king of torture who keeps wailing in my hand and is just about to cry out!

What are you doing?"

Bul-Kathos took out a bottle of strong liquor and poured it into his mouth.

The feeling of having the opportunity to catch the sore spot of the hell demon and keep scolding him made him a little excited.

"You haven't remembered my name yet!

There is only one barbarian named Bul-Kathos now!

Now there is only me! The one you should fear!

You are just a poor creature crawling at the feet of the three demon gods and begging for mercy! Andariel, you should know that even the great demon god has been beheaded by me!"

Bul-Kathos completely broke through Andariel's psychological defense! The King of Torture began to shout.

"No! You are not the one I fear. You should scream in pain during the torture!

Bul-Kathos! You don't know the greatness of Bul-Kathos at all. Volusk and Raiko definitely didn't tell you the truth!"

Andariel's scream made Bul-Kathos drink a bottle of wine happily.

"Is this the performance you expect from me?"

Andariel's calm voice sounded again, and Bul-Kathos's excitement disappeared in an instant.

Obviously, Andariel's performance before was just a disguise, but whether Bul-Kathos' words effectively hit her will, only Andariel herself knew.

"You know that the legend of the first generation of barbarians still exists, but when you fought Malthael, you only held a pair of ancient legends in your hands.

Let me guess? Is that your favorite double sword? That is also the one you deliberately forged for your yearning for the first generation of Bul-Kathos? It's a pity that you are not him."

Andariel's expectations were full of contempt.

This time, Bul-Kathos just silently took out another bottle of strong liquor from his backpack and poured it directly into his mouth.

The barbarian and the devil of hell persuaded each other?

That was a joke.

"Do you need me to call Cassius over and chant your name and shout a battle cry?"

Bul-Kathos calmly said the last sentence of this conversation!

And this sentence formed a decisive blow to Andariel!

"Asshole! Bul-Kathos, you asshole! Shut up Cassius! Shut up that bastard who is more turbid than the spring water of heaven forever!"

Cassius's almost regular ridicule was enough to make Andariel lose her composure.

If it weren't for the crazy Andariel who would make a shrill scream to torture Bul-Kathos, Bul-Kathos might have made Cassius shout a different curse every day.

That might make Andariel's sanity collapse more thoroughly.

[The first generation of Bul-Kathos is of course still alive! ]

Bul-Kathos thought to himself.

Not far away, Reko and Volusk just said this.

...

"When do you plan to hand over the legends of the first generation to Bul-Kathos?"

Raiko said while holding her helmet.

"When he thinks he has surpassed the ancestor, Bul-Kathos will already know where the legends are. As long as he wants, he can pick up the double swords at any time."

Vorusk sat directly on the ground.

The heavy body in a suit of armor smashed a deep pit in the snow of the Holy Mountain.

"He just doesn't want to follow the path of the first generation. He has been determined on his own path from the beginning, so now he is the banner of the barbarians."

Vorusk said slowly, and took out a bottle of wine from the snow in front of him.

This is one of the few treasures of Raiko. If it were in the past, Volusk's actions would definitely be exchanged for Raiko's ruthless blow.

But now it's different.

"He has taken the first step on his way, but the original ancestor was only a little bit away at that time."

There are thirteen pieces of equipment on the Nephalem, and the seven demon kings of hell plus five archangels can be fully sealed with only twelve pieces of equipment.

The first generation ancestor intended to forge thirteen pieces of equipment for himself, each of which was intended to target the Archangel and the Hell Demon.

But there was one piece that was prepared for himself.

The little bit he lacked was the last piece of equipment!

And the unfinished piece was eventually used on Lasma.

This also led to the failure of the first generation ancestor!

Lasma quickly got rid of the influence of the first generation ancestor, but that also prevented the first generation ancestor from dissipating.

"But now Bul-Kathos is much more down-to-earth than the first generation ancestor. At least he didn't plan to end everything with one battle. Obviously, Bul-Kathos now has countless opportunities to succeed, because neither the Archangel nor the Hell Demon can destroy him now."

Vorusk said so.

The first generation Bul-Kathos wanted to be well prepared and fulfill his long-cherished wish in a battle that brought together angels and demons.

He only had that one chance. If she couldn't directly complete this grand plan, there would be no next chance.

Only when the equipment was balanced could the first generation Bul-Kathos ascend to that position.

A plan with zero error tolerance will fail no matter how great it is.

But now Burkass can try countless times because he is already the strongest.