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After Spider-Man controlled his emotions, the scene in front of him temporarily made him lose the ability to speak.

Jin Bing's body appeared in front of him, and the whole body was covered with golden light patterns. In the flashing golden light, blood light and black energy could be vaguely seen flashing past.

Jinbian held a dim giant hammer in his hand. The hammer head looked like a cylinder, but the terrifying ominous energy above made Spider-Man's body tremble constantly.

The ground is full of cracks, and the constantly surging magma illustrates the threat posed by the previous meteor fall.

The crowd tried their best to dodge, but they all fell into a coma the moment the meteor hit Jin Bing.

Only the sirens were still blaring.

"Spider-Man? Did you see that?"

Jin Bing's voice sounded like a lost person who fell into the abyss of endless fear.

The trembling voice was full of depraved magic.

As Jin Bing said these words, the strong energy around him suddenly erupted.

A burst of hurricanes spread outward with Jin and as the core.

[Will die, that's not Jin Bing! 】

[That is a monster, I cannot defeat it! 】

【I want to run! Stay away from that monster! 】

Such voices kept ringing in Spider-Man's heart, but his body didn't obey him at all.

Spider-Man was instantly pierced by the strong fear of the barrier of reason, and only the survival instinct of the strong creature was swelled wildly.

"I didn't expect to be seen by you, but it doesn't matter. You have failed!"

Jin didn't even open his mouth, but this sentence was clearly conveyed to Spider-Man's ears.

In the next instant, the lines on Jin Bing's body disappeared, and the surroundings returned to their original appearance as if nothing had happened.

The huge hammer shrank a little bit in front of Spider-Man's eyes, and then became a pendant-like thing that was gold and stuffed into his pocket.

"I'll stop you! No matter what power you gain!"

Spider-Man squeezed the words out of his mouth in the humblest, trembling voice, before reaching out to Kim and extending his arms.

But even if he made the move that could shoot spider silk from his wrist, he didn't see the slightest change.

"Okay, little spider, I don't want to deal with you now, although I am so curious about your identity."

Jin Bing walked out from the center of the crack in the ground while talking, tidying up his suit without the slightest panic, and then silently walked towards the building he was going to at the beginning.

"Once fear is born, it will become my strength, but the idea of ​​'fear me' has been firmly engraved in your mind like a steel seal.

Child, go home. The hero game should end here. Then slowly spend the rest of your life in the fear that I bring you. "

Jin Bing swayed past Spider-Man's side.

The identity of Venerable Sky Hammer is not the foreshadowing of Kuer's original arrangement.

At this point, Kur has become Diablo.

And the power in these hammers is not something that Kur's hapless **** of fear can comprehend.

The contact person is no longer brainwashed into another person, but becomes a villain who retains his original consciousness under the power of Diablo.

Their goal is nothing more than to create fear, making humans a potential subordinate of Diablo in constant fear.

Fear is the emotion that drives people crazy and becomes the only straw one can grasp in despair.

When Diablo appeared in the eyes of everyone in his true form, those who were filled with fear would turn into demons in an instant.

And the moment he came into contact with the Sky Hammer, he became Diablo's most heartfelt subordinate.

As the ruler of the New York underground, Kim is the best person to bring fear.

People don't fear an incomprehensible thing, any fear is born for a reason.

And gold does not represent the fear of people at the bottom for survival itself.

"I want……"

Spider-Man's body was shaking constantly, but the three words "stop you" couldn't come out.

This fear lasted until Jin left the scene, and he reluctantly regained control over his body.

Spider-Man turned around without saying a word, and then turned a blind eye to everything in front of him.

Back home feeling the effects of fear.

...

"what is that?"

Luke and Jessica are sitting in front of the blacksmith's shop with dog food sprinkled.

They are now SHIELD non-staff and don't need to run around for a living anymore.

But after the two became barbarians, they had a strong interest in sudden events.

Under Luke's stunned question, Jessica, who was leaning on his shoulder, grinned.

"You still have to take a good look at the store. It's not over yet."

Jessica reached out and rubbed Luke's shoulder and said with a smile.

"Then are you going to leave now?"

Luke was a little helpless.

As a clerk in Bourkesso, he can't be absent from work without reason, but Jessica is only here to accompany him, and is not within this restriction.

"I'm going to take a look. Although I don't know why, I always feel that there seems to be something worthy of attention in that place."

Jessica stood up, looked at the direction of the meteor Rorschach and said meaningfully.

"Why don't you just wait and let's go together after I get off work?"

Luke twitched his face and responded helplessly.

"I do not."

Jessica smiled and gave Luke a charming look. Then he went there.

It is not easy for her to take off directly in the public eye, and that kind of action will bring a lot of trouble.

So Jessica just smiled and waved at Luke and left.

Luke sat bored on the bench alone, took out a bottle of vodka from his backpack and took a sip.

How much alcohol he has left is completely under Jessica's control. Although Jessica will not limit Luke's drinking, he feels that he should drink less.

After all, lovers in TV dramas always tell each other like this.

Luke felt that he should adapt to this kind of life in advance, and he didn't want to be the one to persuade others.

Because only those who are persuaded can enjoy that tenderness.

"Luke, Jill will be handed over to you and Jessica tonight, I have something to do."

Just when Luke was thinking about it in his mind, Frank walked to his side and said this.

He didn't have the slightest interest in the previous meteors, it was just that it was time for him to officially collect souls tonight.

Frank wouldn't take on someone who did nothing wrong, even if that person might be classified as an interesting soul by death.

But there are so many starving villains in this world, and every one who dies contributes to the world.

Frank was willing to spend a little more time searching, and then maintaining his wife and daughter.

Killing villains is the work of the punisher. Even though he is now the agent of death, the identity of the punisher has not been stripped from him.

"Looks like I'll have to stay at the smithy again today until dawn."

Luke said helplessly.

Now he doesn't even know how to forge with a hammer, and he lives like a simple security guard.

"I'll be back to prepare tomorrow's breakfast. If it goes well, it won't take much time."

Frank spoke to Luke, then silently turned back to his new home.

Now is not the time for him to act, it will have to wait until dark.

Taking advantage of this time, he needs to sleep a little more so that he can be refreshed at night.

"I've got to figure out a way to get people to work with me on shifts."

Luke took a swig and said so.

At this time, S.H.I.E.L.D. has already arranged manpower to investigate the previous meteor fall incident.

A large group of rich people gathered at the location where the meteor fell.

Although they are not clean guys, but these people can't be given up.

The large-scale coma of the crowd over there is already a supernatural event. In order to prevent the occurrence of supernatural crimes, SHIELD sent Hawkeye, who has been on vacation for a long time.

And Coulson's current situation doesn't seem to be much different from Melinda's iron cavalry, who is always busy with less important things.

It's not that Coulson has lost the trust of Nick Fury, but that he is still in a period of recuperation for the previous things.

So important work was handed over to other agents, and Coulson was always on standby.

This is probably the vacation Nick Fury gave him.

"Colson, let's go to the bar when I get back."

Hawkeye said this to Coulson in the S.H.I.E.L.D. building, and then got into the S.H.I.E.L.D. car directly.

"Agent Patton, wait for me, I'm going for this mission."

Coulson shouted at Hawkeye anxiously, his work format did not require him to clock in and go to get off work on time every day.

If even the agents had to check in, the world would be completely over.

Do people who do hidden jobs still have to put a smile on a technological product every day to be counted as work?

That's ridiculous.

"I think it's better for you to take a little rest. Your state is a little wrong."

Hawkeye looked at Coulson, who was sitting directly on the co-pilot, and said this.

Colson's spirits have been strained since his idea of ​​going to London was rejected.

He also looked haggard.

"Only when I get busy will I still be that elite."

A smile flashed across Coulson's face, and he spoke to Hawkeye.

His most recent job was investigating Spider-Man's intelligence, and news of Spider-Man's appearance had just come back from that scene.

Coulson is about to lock in the identity of Spider-Man, this time just to see if there are other gains.

"Looks like you've made up your mind, so let's go."

Hawkeye gave Coulson a meaningful look, then started the car and started moving.

...

"I seem to feel something?"

Bulkasso looked at Odin in front of him and said in a somewhat suspicious tone.

It wasn't that he felt the aura of the Demon King of Hell, but that Azmodan and Andariel in his mind were suddenly a little too active.

This is very unusual.

Odin just looked at Bourkessel and said nothing.

He didn't know what Bulkasso had discovered, and he even said that if Bulkesso felt the breath of the Hell Demon, he couldn't help much.

Asgard is a little riotous now, because Thor and Loki haven't been in the public eye for a while.

This will inevitably lead to some discussion.

But Odin's face suddenly changed.

He sensed that something unexpected had taken place on Mjolnir's side.

Another hammer appeared over there, and he felt something familiar on the hammer.

"Cool!?"

Odin said his brother's name in horror.

Kur's presence means that Thor's prophecy may have already begun.

While driving Kur from the throne, Odin found that it was impossible for him to kill him.

Only Thor who becomes Thor can do it, but that also means a tragedy of death will happen.

This embarrassed Odin.

He wanted to protect his son by cutting off Asgard from Earth.

"Then what **** of fear? What happened to him?"

Burkeseau frowned and said so.

The word fear has an entirely different meaning for Bourkesso.

"Next to Mjolnir and my hammer son appeared another hammer with the power of my brother on it."

Odin has no obstacle in saying this, or he has accepted the "fact" that the son of Odin is his son.

"It doesn't seem unusual."

Burkeseau said while rubbing his beard.

"Looks like Natasha went over there?"

He spoke uncertainly.

Although Bulkesso could feel the state of the barbarian recruits, he would not pay attention to anything deliberately.

After all, barbarians are not rare anymore.

If he kept paying attention to those little guys, he might not have time to do anything else.

"I'm going back, and Asgard can't keep me away for too long now."

Odin bowed to Bourkesall as a gesture, and then called the Rainbow Bridge apologetically.

Bulkasso looked at the dazzling light and curled his lips, and then used his own power to block the escaping energy of the Rainbow Bridge.

Harrogath is a holy mountain for barbarians, and even unintentional damage is unacceptable to him.

"Cassius!"

Burkesso shouted loudly, and then Cassius' voice appeared beside him.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else that requires me to fight?"

The braids on Cassius' chin were tossed.

"Where has your heir gone?"

Burkeseau glanced at Cassius, then felt his blood pressure rise a little.

Since the last time he came back, Cassius has been constantly provoking Orongus with the battle he has experienced, trying to free Orongus with a battle of releasing water.

"How do I know that your actions back then would be under the attention of your mentor?"

Cassius said so with slanted eyes.

Then Bourkesso was speechless.

Back then, after he got the help of Volusk, his whereabouts were all under the control of Volusk.

Immediately after he shattered Leoric's bones, he saw Vorusk's mallet.

That's when he made his choice.

"I feel like that kid is going to be in some trouble. You really don't want to take a look?"

Burkesso took out a mace and slapped it in the palm of his other hand, with some dissatisfaction with Cassius in his eyes.

"If you want to beat me, just say it, there's no need to use such a boring excuse!"

Cassius snapped his fingers and made a series of crackles.

"I can't leave if I have something to do. Anyway, go and take a look before your physical state is lifted! Do you understand what I said?"

Burkessel held the mace in his hand, and the poor mace let out an overwhelmed groan.

Bourkesso raised his chin in the direction of the gate of the Holy Mountain, and then Cassius left cursingly.

Cassius won't do exactly what Bulkesso asks, but a little attention to his heir will still do it.

After all, it now seems that these recruits are opportunities for the barbarians to continue to develop, and it is better to avoid unnecessary losses if they can.

"Are you here for the ring on your hand?"

Bourkessel said to Steve who had just walked over.

"Yes, I heard them say what you should know about this ring."

Steve raised the justice lamp ring in his hand with a very calm tone.

Or if there's anything in the world that makes Steve less comfortable, it's probably the one about Peggy Carter.

"Leave aside the matter of the justice lamp ring, do you want to gain power?"

Bourkesso asked casually, and he was now carefully looking at Steve in front of him.

The noble and human character reminds Bourkeseau of Johanna who fought together in the past.

As soon as he thought of Johanna, he also thought of the demons who had angered Johanna, dragged hundreds of miles on horseback by that rude woman.

By the time those unlucky demons were put down, they were completely invisible.

That appearance is that the Demon King of Hell has to frown when he sees it, although there are basically no hairs on the Demon King of Hell.

"I don't feel like I might be fit to be a savage."

Steve said so with a smile.

He yearned for the power of a barbarian, but he still couldn't accept it if he wanted to fight in a barbarian way.

Steve likes shields, because shields never take the initiative to attack, but more to protect the weak.

His beliefs and character were indeed noble.

"I feel so too."

As he spoke, Bourkesso took out a flail from his backpack and threw it a few times.

As a weapon master, Bulkasso had superb skills when swinging the flail, but the flail seemed to be "dead" and did not give Bulkasho the slightest feedback.

Even Steve could see it.

"Take it and try."

Bourkesso handed Steve the flail in his hand and said in a rough tone.

Arkhan's Supplement.

Legendary flail.

Of course, this is a copy of Bulkesso, and the original legend is still in the hands of those Crusaders.

This flail is not very powerful, but it is a masterpiece.

But just like its name, this is just a backup weapon for the mighty Crusader Arkhan.

Can his Crusaders master the other two skill runes stances in the state of Alacat warriors.

It's pretty useless.

Johanna should be the closest to him among Bourkessel's comrades-in-arms, although Li Min's terrifyingly talented mage has to be eliminated.

But Johanna has already achieved some results on the way of skill fusion and release. At least she can use her own strength to transform the Alacat warrior into this function, and she can release all the skill rune forms at the same time.

Steve took the flail in Bourkessel's hands with some seriousness, and then the flail was released.

Although the flail is not the top, it is not something that Steve can pick up with his physical fitness.

"Looks like you're still close, so you probably won't get that power until Impurius has time."

Bourkesso had no intention of going any further.

He remembered that when Johanna became a Crusader, she touched the charge suit of the legendary Crusader Novard.

Just touching, Johanna directly became a Crusader.

While this may have something to do with drinking Johanna herself a Nephalem, Arkhan's Patch is a replica of a legend that gained Johanna's powers.

If Steve doesn't get that recognition, he'll have to wait for Prius to teach him himself.

"I've never felt the power of doing things at one stroke is something to brag about."

Steve understood what Burkeseau meant.

But he had no regrets at all.

The super soldier serum when he became Captain America didn't make him a super soldier.

It was a somewhat helpless choice after all.

Like the Red Skull, he used that power to become stronger, and he was a little wary of the power Steve that could be replicated.

"What nonsense."

Burkesso shook his head.

Nephalem's power is never obtained overnight. If you want to become stronger, you have to work hard. This is the simplest truth, and no one will object to this.

The previous test was just to see if Steve could get the seeds of Crusader power.

If successful, then Steve can enter the secret realm to obtain the blood of Nephalem, and then embark on the path of becoming stronger earlier.

"The Ring of Justice is a powerful legend, and Johanna, I mean one of my comrades used its power to protect others for a long time."

Bourcasso looked at the justice lamp ring in Steve's hand, and there was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Johanna was so unshakable back then that even the Helllord would have a headache when he faced her."

Burkeseau recalled the old days and said a few words a little more.

Azmodan and Andariel started arguing again in his mind.

Johanna played a very important role in solving Azmodan's battle, and she single-handedly involved all of Azmodan's demon army.

Unshakable like a reef in the waves, until Azmodan was dealt with.

"If it wasn't for that **** mage involving my energy, how could you chop my body to pieces!"

Azmodan roared loudly in Bulkeshor's mind.

He kept finding reasons for his defeat.

Among the Demon Lords of Hell, only Azmodan valued victory and defeat the most. Azmodan would do his best to win every battle, although not every time he would get his wish.

"Then why didn't you come out and reason with me when I cut off the head of the Great Demon God?"

Burkeseau said rudely and contemptuously.

In the relatively long life, the time when Bulkesuo became stronger the most was in the days when he was with Li Minsonya and the others.

It was as if the blood of the Nephalem would resonate when they were together.

In those days, Bulkasso grew from a level that rivaled a **** demon to a level capable of defeating a big demon.

"what?"

Steve was a little puzzled by Burkeseau's sudden words.

"It's okay, I'll let Calju guide you for a while, although you won't be his heir."

Bulkasso scratched his hair, and he was now a little irritated by the constant shouting of Azmodan in his head.

"Now, do your thing."

Bourkesso left after saying this, he needed a clean place to calm down.

The argument with the Hell Demon King will only make him more affected. If he wants to stay on the path of being corrupted, Bulkesso needs to better maintain his consciousness instead of being easily mobilized.

At this moment, Azmodan and Andariel chose silence.

Bourkesall is not the same now as it was before.

At least they need to be careful with Bourkesso.

So after they sensed Diablo's fleeting power, they tried hard to disturb Bulkesso's thoughts.

Corrupted Bulkessel? That's too dangerous!

They are also worried.

Since Bulkesuo got the complete Devouring Rules and Time Rules, the Hell Demon King had to treat Bulkesuo with care.

Especially Azmodan, who had personally experienced the mighty power of the Ring of Ekatan, was very worried.

Worried that Bourkesso would become one with his soul after utter despair.

At that time, although the Hell Demon King will also complete the corruption of Bulkesuo, but at that time Bulkesuo will be able to fully grasp the rules.

The rules of devouring and the rules of time will allow Bulkasso to complete the devouring of the Demon King of Hell in a short period of time, and he may be the next Malthael by then!

A God of Creation who single-mindedly takes care of all the devils in hell?

Azmodan could not imagine this ending.

Andariel and Azmodan have tried to exchange this question in the Dark Soul Stone more than once.

But they found that no matter how they signaled each other, they couldn't complete the communication on this issue, as if something was making the rules in the dark soul stone.

There's no way they could say it.

So all they can do is delay Bourkesso's realization of it.

And then hope that their other brothers will realize this sooner rather than later.

Their hope is not in that most dangerous fear, but in the hated Mephisto.

Now only Mephisto knows about Bulkessel's situation, and Diablo is likely to be Mephisto's **** to test Bourkesso.

But the Demon Kings of Hell are still on guard against each other!

Azmodan is worried!

Worried that the idiot of Diablo would make Bulkesso realize that the situation had turned around in advance.

【damn it! Why are humans always blessed? 】

Azmodan could only think so in his heart.

He wasn't even going to say anything in the Dark Soul Stone that could be heard by Bulkesall.

In the constant battle with the Nephalem, they had long known what kind of person Bulkessel was.

Bulkasso had never looked so rough, he was the only savage able to completely contain the source of his anger.

Anger is not just an emotion for Bourkessel, it is more of a source of strength.

That icy anger that is enough to freeze the soul of the Demon King of Hell is the most bizarre thing, and it feels like seeing the mad king Leoric.

After Burkeseau had finally found a place to stop, he spoke.

"Azmodan, I'll know what you're afraid of."

Bulkasso spoke in the tiniest of voices, and he was sure that the Demon Lord of Hell in the Dark Soul Stone could hear him.

"Your behavior is so abnormal, you are afraid."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

It was Andariel who answered Bourkessel's words.

【This idiot! 】

Azmodan thought irritably.

There's a reason Andariel is the most unpopular **** lord.

All she seeks is pain, so she never has the ambition to rule the world.

In other words, Andariel has never had any ambitions, but just wanted a place to enjoy the torture process.

"Azmodan, aren't you going to speak up?"

Burkeseau said with a frown, holding a bottle of spirits in his hand and pouring it into his mouth.

"What Dracula told me wasn't just a little bit about where Mephisto was."

Dracula's quid pro quo was unequal, as Bourkesso knew very well.

In exchange for a piece of **** for Bourkesso's protection of Integura?

Barbarians will protect those who are good, something the Nephalems have always done.

But the Nephalems almost never offered extra protection to a person, because everyone was equal in their eyes.

"What do you know?"

Azmodan finally stopped using those ridiculous "Helllord" style words to influence Bulkeshor's sanity.

"I don't plan to let you out, as long as I exist for one day, you have to stay in the dark soul stone for one day!"

Burkeseau took a swig of wine.

"But I don't think I'll be able to win when Marthael arrives."

"You mean we're going to help you? Don't be kidding, I still remember the intense pain when my body was ripped apart by you!"

Azmodan breathed a sigh of relief when he said this.

If it was Bourkesso who just wanted to face the common enemy with them, there was no need to worry.

"What you're afraid of is this tattoo on my body? At least that's one of the reasons why you're afraid."

Burkesso suddenly wanted to eat meat in a big mouth, and he usually had no interest in food.

"You don't have to answer me to know that you won't tell me the truth. But do you think I'm going to fail?

I have only failed once in my life, and that was in the face of the rules of death. And now that you and I live together, if I see Malthael again, the power of death will only be on you. And you will not die. "

Burkeseau continued.

The existence of the dark soul stone inlaid on his forehead was just a last resort.

If he hadn't been teleported to this new world at the time, he still had a last resort against Malthael.

The ancestral spirit on the holy mountain of Harrogath can enter the dark soul stone and endure the erosion of the power of death for him.

And Bulkeshor just needs to take out Malthael before the Ancestral Spirits are annihilated by death.

Although it is only an illusion to talk about the situation at the time, no one knows whether Bourkesso will succeed.

But as Bourkeseau said, he never failed in his life except facing death.

When Malthael's death had no effect on him, then Malthael was just another great demon.

Bourkesso has never lost a fight outside the rules, even when the enemy is the embodiment of the rules.

"You planned to use those ancestral spirits to bear death?"

Azmodan finally couldn't help but speak.

"If the Dark Soul Stone didn't explode at the time, what were you going to do?"

"The ancestors will bear death for me, and I will kill Malthael, and then let him and you accompany the ancestors in this small cage now."

"The ancestor of the barbarian, the devil of hell, and a crazy angel, stay in a small cage, and then fight endlessly. Even if you are crazy, neither of us will let one escape?"

Azmodan was a little creepy when he said this.

It is not the first time they have been locked in the Dark Soul Stone, so they are very clear that in the Dark Soul Stone, the power itself is something that does not exist.

The only choice that determines whether the cage is strong or not is the will.

Azmodan rang out those barbarian ancestors who had existed for thousands of years because of an obsession, and Malthael, who had gone completely crazy in order to destroy demons, and couldn't help but feel fear.

"You're crazy."

Azmodan said this to Bulkeshor.

Andariel still hadn't realized what was being exchanged between Bulkesso and Azmodan.

"When I chose to split my soul, I was already crazy. When I saw the wise king of Canduras, trying to restrain his powerful strength and let me break his bones little by little, I was crazy. !

And this madness is from you! "

Bulkeshor responded to Azmodan's words with a roar.

How powerful is Skeleton King Leoric?

As long as the powerful chooses to leave his palace, he can turn all the living into the dead and confuse the boundaries between life and death!

Just follow the force and Leoric can stuff his hideous scepter into Diablo's PY!

But he was Leoric after all.

After being the blasphemy of life, Leoric is still Leoric!

That wise king of Canduras!

Father of the Dark Wanderer!

The great king who allows mankind to have a land to live in!

No one would understand the choice the mad king made at that time without seeing a sober Leoric.

And Bulkasso, just in front of the wise king of Canduras, made a choice!

noble sacrifice.

That's all.

"Leoric, that was caused by Diablo!"

Azmodan failed to notice the fear in his voice.

The Demon King of Hell is the most sober and the coldest.

But they are never fearless!

Faced with Bulkessel's questioning and that madness, Azmodan only felt that he was even more helpless than when he was swallowed up by Malthael.

His once proud "strong" was like a shivering guinea pig in Bourkessel's wrath.

"However, all the tragedies are created by you. Lord of Hell, Lord of Sin! Azmodan!

The cruel smile you gave when Canuck smashed into your chest, the joyous joy when you commanded an army of demons to grieve the barbarians!

Now they will all become your fears in the face of the hungry rage of the barbarians! "

Bourkesso roared with anger, and then calmed down a little bit.

"I will continue, I have made a decision, I will not hesitate to release Leoric! Let him talk to you about his madness in the dark soul stone!"

"I'll break Malthael and make that idiot understand! Humans are not toys he can play with! Nor are they vassals of demons!"

"I will lock you all in my will, and let you cry in endless slaughter!"

"Even if I die, I will let the person I choose inherit my will, and let you cry out in pain forever and ever!"

Bourkessel's low growl was dissipated in the wind, and no one heard him.

The eyes of Inprius, who were far away on Mars, were projected onto Bourkesso's body, and the wings of courage were exuding a scorching brilliance!

Dr. Manhattan followed Iseriel's line of sight and cast his gaze on Bourkessel.

Dr. Manhattan didn't know what Bourkesso was thinking, but just watched silently with doubts.

"Burgessau, you will not succeed!"

Azmodan roared sternly.

But this time Bourkesso did not respond to him.

Andariel has lost the ability to speak.

She was completely intimidated by Bulkasso's resentment towards the Demon Lord of Hell.

Bulkasso's crazy ideas are enough to make every **** demon dread.

If it weren't for the teleportation caused by the explosion of the dark soul stone in Malthael's body at the time, these helllords might have fallen into the nightmare that Bulkesuo had planned for a long time.

Bourkesso did not know when Malthael would arrive, nor what it would be like when Malthael arrived, how powerful.

But Bourkesso has never been afraid, because he has never been completely defeated!

"You won't make it! You won't!"

Azmodan kept saying this, the existence that was now cornered was no longer the barbarian Bulkasso.

But these **** demon kings who have lost their freedom!

Every defeated Infernal Lord will know the news of their despair in their brother's mouth.

Every **** demon king who once represented terror will be uneasy in the fear called Bulkesso!

"Is the world kind to humans?"

Burkessel whispered ~www.NovelMTL.com~ with no intention of getting an answer.

After seeing the death of this world, he knew that there were gods above and above in this world, just like a **** like Malthael.

Burkeseau was thinking about those thoughts of existence.

What does a death who is not good at fighting represent?

It means that there are more than two gods who are good at fighting protecting death!

Only in this way can it be explained that death is the top rule but is not good at fighting.

Because the battle was taken over by the existence that protected her!

Bourkesso was thinking about how to give human beings the "freedom" they deserve, and the fate of human beings should not be controlled by other existences, even if it is God!

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