$389 The King of Disease Is Not "Disease" (Low-End Guaranteed)

The ground in the Burning Hell was still shaking, or rather, the ground in this place had never been quiet.

Baal sat quietly on his throne, watching a group of rats crawling out of the cracks in the ground, and frowned.

Although these rats quickly became a pile of charred garbage in the flames of the Burning Hell, they were still a bit annoying.

"It's not time yet."

Baal didn't know who he was talking to, and his face darkened.

Obviously, the rat didn't please him very much.

A delicate squeak seemed to be responding to Baal.

"I told you, it's not time yet. I know you hate the barbarians, but now where do you want me to find you a suitable soul as nourishment?"

Baal muttered, waving his arms unconsciously.

The squeak paused for a moment, and then suddenly became louder.

Everywhere was the sound of rodents screaming and claws scratching gravel.

"Hamelin! Be quiet! I know you are Diablo's subordinate, but now I am the only one in control of the Burning Hell!"

Baal was furious, and the entire throne was shaking with his roar.

These second-level demons are not easy to worry about, especially those who only follow their superiors.

Hamelin is the best among them.

Facing Baal's anger, the movements of the rats became more detailed.

As if they were laughing at Baal.

To be honest, Baal had been prepared for this in his heart, after all, he just couldn't defeat his brother.

It's just that he has other ways to exchange for a quiet space.

"Hmph!" - dissatisfied exhalation.

As Baal exhaled, the ground of the Burning Hell was stained with a layer of gray-black energy, and some pale green could be vaguely seen.

A thick arm stretched out from the ground, and then pulled out the body that was not in harmony with the arm.

The King of Plague, referred to as the King of Plague.

Fortunately, no one uses the abbreviation "Disease" to refer to this terrible big demon.

The most powerful force of the King of Plague, who was full of toxins, was the deformed arm. After all, only this arm belonged to Baal's creation.

The body full of toxins was picked up by Baal from Duriel.

It was like picking up garbage.

The power of toxins was limited after all, especially for destruction.

Baal's hand grasped one of his tentacles and hesitated.

He didn't know if it was worth it.

After all, it was easier to leave the task of catching rats to the barbarians.

Anyway, the guys on both sides hated each other to the core.

"Squeak! Squeak!" (Only fear! Is eternal!)

Hamelin's sharp cry made Baal frown and made up his mind.

He broke the tentacles in his hand without stopping and threw them towards the King of Plague.

The body that was just following instinct seemed to be injected with consciousness and became energetic.

"Roar!"

The King of Plague roared and slammed the ground heavily with his huge arm, and then the toxins appeared out of thin air and poured into the cracks on the ground of the Burning Hell.

Perhaps the nickname of Rat Poison is also suitable for the King of Epidemic.

"Good, very spirited!"

Bal praised with a bitter face.

He didn't like to praise others, but the King of Epidemic was different.

This thing was like a child who was clinging to his parents, and he wanted to get praise from Bal every moment.

Innocent and cruel!

If Bal didn't praise the King of Epidemic, then the King of Epidemic would definitely be like a naughty child.

Bal was in no mood to coax the child afterwards, so he just praised him at the time.

With a "wow", the King of Epidemic screamed loudly.

Compared to the arm, a large rat bit a piece of skin on the leg that was too thin.

Although the rat fell to the ground quickly, it was scorched black by the high temperature of the burning hell.

This was not a serious matter, at least the King of Epidemic would not die from diseases such as plague.

But this offended Bal's dignity.

Hamelin dared to say no to him!

This signal was a bit dangerous, and Bal's face sank again.

"King of Plague, my child. The Burning Hell doesn't have enough space for you to display your abilities. I hope you can find a place you like."

Baal awkwardly said the word "child".

The King of Plague is not a guy like Lilith, and Baal doesn't want to use his most powerful origin as a bet like Mephisto.

The King of Plague is just a miniature with some destruction.

It's not a child.

But the King of Plague doesn't think so.

Baal glanced at the cracks on the isolation cover that still exist and gritted his teeth.

Then he opened a gap that was enough for the King of Plague to pass through, and then signaled the King of Plague to leave here with his eyes.

Baal can't leave.

If he leaves the Burning Hell himself, he will have no advantage in the subsequent struggle.

Diablo controls the most powerful fear, and he can only rely on the Burning Hell to match one or two.

Because he is Diablo's brother, he has a little more power.

He was the most passive person, especially since not all the demonic powers that could be awakened in the Burning Hell were loyal to him.

Baal felt a sense of urgency.

Even if he didn't expect to be able to crush this guy Bulcaisuo, he didn't intend to hand over everything he had for nothing.

"At least, Diavolo must not inherit all my inheritance after my failure!"

Barr said harshly.

Incidentally, a powerful force was used to push the King of Plague out.

From beneath the ground came the malicious squeaking of Hamelin's big rat. That's a mockery!

The Plague King stood dumbly on the land outside the Burning Hell, and then turned around.

A rare glint of thought appeared in his eyes.

Children always grow up, especially after many battles and deaths.

It's just that he shouldn't have love, nor should he feel what "parents" are.

"Go, live, and don't come back!"

Barr said in a cold and stern tone that he deliberately disguised.

To be honest, his tone was much more natural when facing Bulqueso than it is now.

This deliberate disguise made him look like a fool.

Although he doesn't know the future victory or defeat, Barr already knows that his name will most likely not appear on the list of winners.

Just like he planned to take care of the big rat in Hamelin, Diavolo will also use unique methods to control the Plague King.

The power of fear is so powerful that even Destruction will have palpitations.

King Plague dragged his huge arm and waved to Barr.

Then he left without looking back.

"I hope you really understand what I mean."

Barr said this.

How could an intelligent being have only a single emotion?

It's that single destruction that Barr is after, but it's still on the way.

The purest demon is actually not that pure, just like the courageous Imprius can hesitate.

…

"Diavolo!"

Rorschach clutched Tyr's head and roared.

The wings behind him spread wider.

In this realm of fear, justice can still open a gap.

The faces of those Asgardians who were sleeping in nightmares finally became calmer.

Diavolo, who was far away in Asgard, felt Rorschach's call. His expressionless face seemed to be deep in thought.

Diavolo stretched out his sharp little finger and dug at his ear, probably where there was some blood on his fingertips.

Perhaps the way the Demon King of Hell picked out his ears was so rough, or maybe Diavolo's ears couldn't tolerate the claws that were sharp enough to break Solarion.

"No matter what happened to him, he is still my brother!"

Thor walked over with the meat cleaver in his hand and spoke loudly to Rorschach.

Although he didn't know what had happened to Rorschach, the power of justice had been instilled in his heart.

Nature cannot retreat.

"He is Diavolo's lackey, and all the zombie-like people you see are because of him!"

Rorschach was uneasy.

Having just become the Archangel of Justice, he has yet to find his place among the Archangels "Justice" and the Savages "Wrath".

It's a little swaying and not very pretty.

"But he is my brother! My brother! You know Rorschach, I don't have many relatives left!"

Thor roared like this.

A face almost touched Rorschach's nose.

Rorschach was stunned for a moment.

Then the brilliance of justice in his body became even more dazzling, even stabbing those Asgardians who had not yet awakened.

Justice can be very hurtful sometimes.

Blood stains appeared on Thor's face under this light.

This was no longer something that words could explain. Thor raised his weapon and stared at Rorschach.

"The conflict of ideas must be decided through violence! Now is the time! Rorschach!"

Thor didn't intend to say anything like "I understand you" or "You need to calm down now".

He does not have such good eloquence, and his relatively smooth brain cannot organize complex language.

"Thor, where do you stand?"

Hela's hand gently pressed on Thor's shoulder, and a beautiful face was smiling.

It didn't matter how miserable Tyr was, she only recognized Thor as her younger brother.

Tyr is a younger brother even in terms of blood, but this younger brother is a bit too younger.

The eldest sister's wisdom can always give Thor some inspiration, such as how to face the person opposite.

"The King of Asgard!"

Thor answered his sister's question like this, and then took Mjolnir from his sister as if waking up from a dream.

He finally had some aura that belonged to a king, and a few flashes of lightning flashed in his eyes.

Hela let out a long breath.

Neither the Hammer God nor the savage Hammer God will be the King of Asgard.

Only a pure Thor can be the king of Asgard.

Now it's Rorschach's turn to answer this question.

What's Rorschach's position here?

Hela was a little curious.

So she searched for Rorschach's sight with a pair of bright eyes.

Rorschach hesitated for a moment and put the hood behind him on his head.

Now he looked little different from Tyrael.

I couldn't see my face anyway, it was all pitch black.

This is his declaration, as "justice".

"cut."

Hela made a somewhat dissatisfied voice.

There is no point in blaming anything.

"In this case, let those Asgardians wake up first and let them see your justice with us. Justice is always on the side of the majority of people."

Hela said this, forcing Rorschach with words.

The "good guy" in the general sense is always the one who suffers.

She wanted to see if Rorschach could be such a person.

The power of the crowd is used to intimidate, and those who try to stem the tide will always be suspicious.

Hela was sure of this.

Because the last time in this situation, he was the one who blocked the wave.

As for the waves, not much has changed, they are still the same familiar faces.

Thor didn't know why his sister took over the right to speak, but his greatest advantage was that he was fairly self-aware.

For example, if he can't speak, Odin has already told him through actions.

If he could speak, he might not have been thrown out of Asgard by Odin like a big piece of garbage.

"It makes no sense, justice is unstoppable!"

Rorschach said this!

Then he violently twisted off Tyr's head!

In Hela’s excited eyes!

Rorschach would not compromise.

He doesn't have much tolerance for annoying guys. For example, he has done things like throwing guys off the elevator who have been annoying him more than once.

Now he is righteous and naturally stubborn!

"you!"

Thor only shouted one word, and the hammer in his hand hit Rorschach's head hard.

A battle.

This is not surprising at all.

Boom!

Thunder and lightning finally came, and at this time Thor had some flavor of the God of Thunder.

He doesn't use barbarian skills very deliberately, because his life is not short, and he has long been accustomed to fighting postures and other things.

It’s just that the use of blunt weapons is similar in most places.

Sweeping, smashing, twirling, pushing, etc., can't make any flowers.

As for Thor's unique skill, it is probably the use of the war hammer as a flail or a meteor hammer.

"Dong~"

There is a crisp sound, and you know it is a good head as soon as you hear the sound.

When Rorschach received a hammer, a nut hammer also appeared in his hand. The ferocious hammer head pressed hard against Thor's face, making a not-so-pleasant sound.

The sound was a bit sloppy.

Clearly Thor's head does not count among the good heads.

The sharp spikes on the head of the nut hammer tore off a large piece of Thor's face, leaving it bloody and bloody.

Then the hammer in his hand continued to swing and hit it!

Hela smiled, holding the legendary war hammer of the Son of Odin and swinging it on Rorschach's waist!

She has never been a weak woman, and Valkyrie and the like cannot describe her bravery.

Rorschach was knocked off balance by the blow, but said nothing.

Who can stop a sister from protecting her troubled brother?

Moreover, this sister is still an unmarried woman and does not use other people's things.

She was simply protecting her younger brother.