Dark Savages Come To the United States

"You just watched his soul fall into the abyss like this?"

Bulkelso asked Lai Ko who was beside him.

When Vader told that story, Lecco had already appeared not far away.

As for Bulkelso, he was silently watching the things here.

Vader is a trustworthy good guy, but it's no secret that Vader has a secret.

Doubt what a dead person might think?

This kind of thing probably only happens on the holy mountain of Harrogas.

"Can fate really be evaded? What do you think? Bulkelso?"

With her arms in front of her body, Lei Ko asked softly.

Seeing Vader's ferocious and insane appearance, Leiko couldn't bear it.

But a battle-hardened veteran doesn't put his kindness where it shouldn't.

Even though, Vader is exactly the Jorez she misses so much.

The warrior she had loved all her life.

So what if Jorez defeated fate once?

The vastness of the power of fate cannot be understood by those who have never experienced it.

Jorez has never left the control of fate, but Laikou can no longer tell Vader what she saw.

Help Lai Ko overcome fate?

Not even Vorusk had ever conceived such an arrogance.

In front of Bulkelso and the others, Vader, or the surviving warrior Jorez, was already standing in front of Rorschach.

A crude wooden stick in his hand slammed down on Luo Xia's head with a loud crackling sound.

How powerful could a barbarian ancestor who was once crowned a warrior possess?

It may be difficult to measure, but at least it is no problem to crush Rorschach's head easily.

Even if Rorschach is the strongest among the recruits, he still has a long way to go from those ancestors.

Too weak.

Even if Qiao Ruizi only had a simple wooden stick that could be seen everywhere.

"You just watch your heir die like this? And then wait for the next one to appear in front of you?"

Lei Ko closed her eyes, as if she couldn't bear to look directly at it any longer.

It's a strange feeling to see your lover doing stupid things for her.

But sensibility will not control Lai Ko's thoughts.

Even if Lai Ko has already let go of her heavy responsibility.

"We have a pact with death."

Bulkeso spoke softly.

Lai Ko can know this, only the strong can know it.

Because it is difficult for the weak to keep a secret.

Death has made it clear that she will not take away any souls related to barbarians, so "one time" death may be able to make Rorschach sober.

As for Jorez, who devoted himself to Azmodan for Laikou, he didn't know the news yet.

Whether it is Vader or Jorez, they are both strong enough, but they are still a little short.

"You've never been ruthless before, Bulkelso."

Lai Ko followed the direction of the voice and spoke to Bulkasso.

There is no urgency, just like the greetings of centuries past.

"In the past, I didn't need to take on so many responsibilities. I just need to hack and slash at the devil every day, that's enough."

Bull Casso didn't make much excuses.

Now he is different from before.

At that time, the holy mountain of Harrogath was full of barbarians, and there were many powerful warriors among them.

But now, all he can rely on is himself.

The only living pure barbarian left is Bulkelso.

Rorschach was his favorite candidate, and he even gave his blood to Rorschach.

But he needs to face death once, and use that opportunity to examine his own soul.

It was also part of the deal with Bul-Kelso and Death.

Nephalem are still somewhat different from ordinary people, at least the radiance emitted by the soul is different.

Rorschach should face up to this change and learn to adapt.

The price for Bulkelso's deal with death was the severed hand bone, and the handbone that Bulkelso put on the head of the bed would be integrated into Leoric's body.

Bulkeso said yes!

Is this similar to an e-mail?

Even if it is not suitable for instant chat, it is still possible to pass on the thoughts between each other.

Next this place will belong to a pair of old guys who have been in love for countless years.

It belongs to a pair of lovers who are full of apologies for each other.

"Orek is here, isn't he? He always seems to be everywhere, but only with his help can you master the power of the Rift."

Johanna leaned forward and spoke.

She found something interesting.

There were some guys she was familiar with on the holy mountain of Harrogath, but they all hid one by one.

"Now, it's time for you to consider whether or not to let that crusader seedling accept your training. The next secret realm is about to begin."

Bulkelso did not answer Johanna's question.

The answer to this question is obvious, but it cannot be stated.

The Nephalem Stele and Orek, the ghost of the ancient Nephalem, are not much of a secret.

It's just not the right time to talk about it.

"This secret realm is actually your trap, right? Bulkelso?"

Ancient One used his mana to pass a question to Bulkelso.

Bulkasso paused a little when he heard that.

"Get ready, there will be a fight between two hell demon gods and an archangel in the secret realm. We will maintain that battle until the last moment."

Bulkeso said frankly.

It was as if he hadn't heard Gu Yi's question.

Gu Yi lowered his eyes and silently followed Bulkelso.

A huge mystery?

Start like a joke and invite everyone on the holy mountain to join in?

This is not in line with normal people's thinking.

trap?

Perhaps so, but what was the use of Bulkelso setting this trap?

Gu Yi was a little puzzled.

Purposeless actions only lead to chaos.

Most people eat because they are hungry and drink because their bodies need it.

But except for groups whose guts lack certain types of bacteria, no one chooses to swallow feces.

Because that serves no purpose.

Bulkelso must be planning something, but Gu Yi didn't know it.

What can Bulkelso calculate?

Of course it would only be the devil hiding in the deepest part.

If you don't get rid of that guy, all your hopes for the future will come to naught.

Diablo is good at this.

With a muffled sound, Luo Xia's body fell to the ground.

A soul is slowly emerging.

Harrogath shelters the souls of all barbarians, but such a shelter is not well established among the ancestors.

Jorez stared at Rorschach in front of him with red eyes.

"You are now dead."

Jorez said dryly.

Then sat directly on the ground.

He is waiting for the arrival of Bulkeso!

Rorschach's death will definitely alarm Bulkelso, and Jorez has also fulfilled his promise to the devil king of hell.

That part of Lakko's soul will be set free in the dark soulstone on Bulkasso's forehead.

It's just that he has to be with Andariel's soul for a while.

The dead cannot bear the responsibility of Bulkelso.

Rorschach's death will make the dawn that Bulkelso saw disappear again.

For this reason, Chorez was even prepared to be crushed directly.

It's just that sometimes, the will of the individual will always conflict with the group.

Raiko chose the continuation of the barbarian, while Jorez chose the integrity and freedom of Raiko.

"This is the first time I have appeared in such a posture. Is my body still moving? Can I still save it?"

Rorschach looked at Chorez in front of him, feeling very embarrassed.

A ghost had just killed him a moment ago, his headshot body throbbing across the floor.

Then the two souls meet again in this situation.

Of course, Rorschach didn't forget who the murderer was, so he looked at Chorez in front of him with scrutiny.

"Don't look, I didn't plan to hide it from anyone. I'm waiting for Bulkelso to arrive now."

Jorez dug into his pocket and found a bottle of spirits.

He was just going to share it with Rorschach, and he finally found something wrong.

"Why didn't you condense the entity with the help of the holy mountain?"

Jorez stared at Rorschach with wide eyes.

"Because, his death was anticipated by Bulkelso, and this time may be able to make him more sober."

Laiko's voice finally appeared in Jorez's ears.

At this time, there is no surprise to meet again after a long absence. Some are just embarrassment from the depths of the soul.

"Now, Jorez. You should tell me what stupid things you have done all these years."

Lei Ko pinched Jorez's wrist, bursts of abundant strength made this temporarily corrupted ancestor feel palpitations.

When he was alive, his married life with Reco was exemplary.

I have never seen Qiao Ruizi and Lei Kou get angry even once.

I have never seen Lei Kou's gesture of dominating Jorez.

Of course it wasn't because Jorez couldn't beat Lai Ko.

For the savages, love is love, and the feelings always come with vigor and vigor, but there will be a day when they will go.

So a little restraint between each other and keeping a moderate distance is the best way to slow down the passing of love.

Every day when Qiao Ruizi and Lei Ko get along is like a day of affectionate confession.

"What should I do?"

Luo Xia saw that his diary was soaking in his brain, and wanted to take it out, but he was a new ghost, and he didn't have such advanced magic power, like an old ghost on a holy mountain, rolling snowballs , digging pits and the like.

I can only look at my diary, which is soaked in my own brain, which is a little damp, even a little disgusting.

Lai Ko and Qiao Ruizi ignored Rorschach, leaving only Rorschach's lonely soul and his own corpse as companions.

It takes a little reason to look at oneself, and loneliness will make a person better look at everything about himself.

Just keep his soul and corpse company, and reflect.

Anyway, there will be no problems with his body and soul.

Bulkhasso had already made plans, and nothing would happen by accident.

...

"Spiderman, you should get to know me again, I'm a professional, I said so."

Constantine tidied up his suit and said excitedly.

"Professional fraud? I already regret looking for you."

Spider-Man simply took off his hood.

He ate the barbecue with big mouthfuls and spoke in a vague voice.

"I just went out to investigate specific information, but I didn't expect to encounter a battle directly. Believe me, I am a professional."

Constantine patted his chest and said.

Then he pointed to Thor and Hela who had just passed by them.

"For example, those two, I know! One is Thor, the god of thunder in Asgard, and the other may be Sif? Anyway, there are only a few women around Thor."

Constantine spoke nonsense casually.

He knew Thor because he was a frequent visitor on the holy mountain, but Hela was also a stranger to him.

Spider-Man looked in the direction of Constantine's finger, and his eyes almost fell out like cartoon characters.

Hell, Goddess of Death Hela and Thor God of Thunder walked over hand in hand!

Peter Parker remembered that Thor on his side had a lot of resentment towards Hela.

"I'm starting to doubt your identity as a professional now. I know the lady over there. She's not Sif at all, but Hela!"

Peter Parker tugged on Constantine's tie, shaking and shouting.

"I'm just a little dazzled, please calm down."

Constantine felt himself being strangled by the tightening tie.

Immediately stretched out his hand to hold Spider-Man's arm, but facing an out-and-out extraordinary human being, he didn't have enough strength to stop this from happening.

"I said, I found some news about Jin Bin you mentioned."

Constantine finally took out something useful in exchange for his own safety.

His voice caught Rumlow's attention.

"explain!"

Luke held down Spider-Man's arm and spoke succinctly.

"Master Sky Hammer! Servant of the God of Fear Kur! Does Jin Bin have golden markings on his body and a huge hammer?"

Constantine tries to be concise and to the point.

His tie felt strength from Luke.

Some overwhelmed spines made a friction sound, making him look very embarrassed.

"Balza, speak!"

Luke turned his head and asked the head hanging beside him, his tone stiff.

Compared with Constantine, he still trusts some of the gifts that Bulkelso gave him.

"I was just a demon when I was alive! Where would I find out about Venerable Sky Hammer!"

Balza's jaw continued to shake, and that was all the useful information.

He planned to use this period of time to have a good conversation with Constantine, so a bunch of hell slang burst out like flying.

Luke felt that this pendant seemed to have some different uses.

"Balza, curse people with the most vicious words!"

Luke felt a little excited, he felt that he had discovered some big secret.

The head of Balza reluctantly followed Luke's will and continued to exhale the fragrance.

"Can this thing still be used like this?"

Jessica leaned beside Luke curiously and asked.

"I will try again."

Luke said with a smile:

"Balza, sing me a piece of RapGad!"

Balza's head shook violently. He didn't know what RapGod was, so naturally he couldn't sing it.

"Well, I can only say what I know."

Balza explained reluctantly.

He had a feeling it would make Luke think the hell out of it.

"Okay, I got it! When we get home, I'll buy you the best Walkman! Then you have to learn all the songs on the tape!"

Luke said excitedly.

Jessica felt something.

"Luke, are you going to use this demon as an external speaker?"

"Of course, I think I'm a bit imposing when I come out! Maybe it would be nice to have some background music."

Luke responded to Jessica with a smile, and the thinking circuits of the two were somewhat similar.

"Good guy, I want to come to this one too. At least a guy can remind me when I drop equipment."

Matthew said hesitantly.

A monkey in the distance spat out a fruit core on the ground with disdain.

"That guy named Captain Steve, come out!"

Johanna stood not far away and shouted at the group of people.

She didn't have time to ask the location of the crusader seedlings one by one, she just hurriedly asked the name of that guy Bulkelso and came over directly.

Apparently what Bulkelso said was not so clear, or Johanna, who was in a hurry, didn't remember what Bulkelso said.

"This one is here again."

Luke whispered.

They are not familiar with Johanna, even if they met twice before, it is not familiar, so in Johanna's voice, they are all as well-behaved as little chickens.

"I'm probably the one you're looking for, but I'm not Captain Steve, I'm Steve Rogers."

Steve stood up in a daze, and raised the arm carrying the shield high.

This scene always reminds people of the story of the little girl named Bai Yuepo who was called Bai Belly.

"It's you, come with me! I heard from Burkasso that you are very suitable for the power of the crusader."

Johanna spoke hurriedly.

Most of the time when the Crusaders do things, they are in a hurry.

Came on horseback, rode away.

The corpses of demons on the ground were the materials they were too lazy to pick up.

"The Crusader?"

Tony repeated the word with some doubts.

Wayne on the other hand remembered the name deeply in his heart.

"Professionals, let me tell you about the Crusaders."

Spider-Man said while tugging at Constantine's tie.

There was a little bit of worry when he looked at Steve.

Steve was a noble man, but Spider-Man felt closer to Tony than to Steve.

"I don't know. It's like I don't know anything about savages. Who knows what corner you came from."

After Constantine picked up a sharp object from his side and cut off his tie, he was finally free.

The whole person lay on the ground, muttering.

"The crusaders are also one of the powers of the Nephalem, so don't even think about it. Do you still want to work part-time after becoming a barbarian?"

Maddock sneakily appeared not far away, explained a few words casually, and left again.

His actions were a bit deliberate, but no one present cared about this.

The ancestors have been bored for a long time, and they have a strong curiosity about all new things.

It's not surprising.

...

"Leike, I didn't mean to hide it from you."

Jorez said in a little embarrassment, with two big rough hands in front of him, looking a little awkward.

Facing Lai Kou, it was difficult for him to maintain his original appearance.

Especially after staying on the holy mountain as Vader for so long.

"I knew it, from the moment Vader appeared, I knew it."

Leiko looked at Qiao Ruizi in front of her without changing her expression, and lay directly in her hut.

A stone bed was covered with a bearskin, which had lost its original appearance under the influence of time.

The chair is just a round stake, as is the table.

There is simply nothing else in the room, all this is just like the wedding room of Lai Ko and Qiao Ruizi back then.

"Really? How did I forget that you can trace all the secrets of the past, so tell me, did I really defeat fate by doing so?"

Qiao Ruizi is not an idiot, he already knows too much news from Lei Kou's words.

But at this point, he expected to hear a different answer.

"After you 'died', before Vader appeared, you defeated fate."

There was no trace of emotion on Lai Ko's face.

In the days after Jorriz's "death", Lei Ko looked for Joiritz's trace from fate more than once.

But the slightest picture of Jorez never appeared in Destiny.

"It seems that my approach is promising. It's just that your soul is still in the dark soul stone."

Jorez said a little disappointed.

Lai Ko's soul is half free, and it will take a longer period of hard work to complete it.

But what Chorez has to worry about now is not this, but how the ancestors on the holy mountain will face him.

For their own goals, harm the interests of the collective.

This practice has always been classified as a mistake.

"Tell me, Jorez, what did you see inside the dark soul stone?"

Lei Ko did not respond to the previous question, but asked about the matter in the dark soul stone with a serious expression.

"You know, fate never lets you out of control."

Qiao Ruizi had a rare stern look, and then looked deeply at Leiko in front of him.

That face was a memory he could see but couldn't touch for thousands of years.

That is the beauty that a warrior's soul can only recall in his dreams when he is avoiding the gaze of fate.

Only now, Jorez needs to be sure of a few things.

"I have completed the contract with Azmodan. Your soul is free. I can't do another thing to hurt everyone."

Jorez's tone was firm and fearless.

The rotten aura that had been exuded from him before finally disappeared.

Can a broken Azmodan's soul and Andariel's corruption control Jorez for a long time?

That's not realistic.

You must know that Jorez was in a state blessed by the holy mountain of Harrogas at that time.

In the presence of Volusk, the Immortal King, and Bulkelso, the Doomed Immortal King!

Thoroughly corrupting an ancestor spirit is not something that Azmodan and Andariel can accomplish!

They can only set the trigger type of corruption in some scenes set in advance.

For example, when Rorschach was alone.

"Cut, Jorez. If you hesitate for a moment when smashing Rorschach's head, I will believe you.

But now what qualifications do you have to convince me that you won't hurt others anymore? "

Lai Ko looked at Qiao Ruizi in front of her.

Leiko, who stood on the holy mountain for a long time after her death, has never changed.

It exists because of obsession, and stubbornly refuses to accept all changes because of obsession.

But Jorez is different!

He escaped the control of fate back then, and then lived through those long years as Vader.

The current Chorez is no longer the same as the original warrior.

"Now you are not as pleasing to me as Canuck, Jorez!"

Lai Ko said a little tiredly.

The whole person lay directly on the bed that was already invisible.

The heavy armor made a loud noise, and Lecco was ready to personally deal with the soul of Jorez.

"Is my return also in your prediction? Or is it that I have been rolling in the palm of fate?"

Jorez said calmly.

Once again, there was a burst of ominous breath on his body.

That was the last bit of power left by the demon king of hell on his soul.

"Fate has not chased me into this world yet, but as I said, when Vader appears, you have already returned to the sight of fate."

Lei Ko slowly closed her eyes and said casually.

"Can fate be defeated? Lai Ko! Tell me, can fate be defeated?"

Chorez's voice became louder and louder, but he still stood at his original position.

"What kind of person would need to overcome fate? And what kind of person would talk about fate?"

Lai Ko said with a charming smile.

"Fate! Most of the time it is a humble word for the strong and an excuse for the cowardly. When did you ever see Bulkeso questioning me about fate? When did you hear that Vorusk believed in an invisible and intangible Something? Knowing fate is just my escape."

Lai Ko said with some self-mockery.

Facing the heavy task of continuing the survival of the barbarians, Laiko needs a pillar.

So she chose fate.

Volusk's approach led the barbarians to the most dangerous edge, and Lai Ko was the strongest of that era. Apart from herself, there are only those illusory things she can rely on.

"So now! Are you free!?"

Bursts of black-brown breath circulated on Jorez's face.

What will happen next will determine whether Lei Ko will personally end this disgusting conspiracy of the devil king of hell!

...

"Rorschach, Rorschach! Look at that bloody face. You're a hero."

Rorschach's soul quietly floated in mid-air, talking to his own corpse.

Weird, the throbbing of dead bodies is normal.

But it's a bit weird to smoke endlessly.

"You're such a cutie, but now you're starting to comment on your appearance."

Volusk looked angrily at Rorschach in front of him.

His figure slowly came out from the shadows, and the sound of iron boots stepping on the ground made Rorschach spot him immediately.

The reason why Volusk is here is simple, that is to prevent Harrogath from pulling the fallen souls directly into the holy mountain.

Then it's really over.

Even death himself can't bring Rorschach back to his original state.

"I thought you would keep me in this place until you needed me."

Rorschach said casually.

"By the way, Volusk, can you help me get my diary out of my head? I don't think I'll have to copy it all over again."

Rorschach is acting quite calm now.

Still not feeling well, everything tastes like chewing wax.

Snooze for a while today, so this is the only update.

The 7,000-word update is here, and it will probably be a little late at the end of the month.

Fortunately, there is not much difference from the goal, and it is still in the level of finishing with a little effort.

The author looked at Qiannan and paused.