Dark Savages Come To the United States

The ground in the Burning Hell is still trembling, it might be better to say that the ground in this place has never stopped.

Baal sat quietly on his throne, watching a group of mice crawling out of the cracks in the ground, he couldn't help frowning.

Although these rats quickly become a blackened mass of garbage in the flames of Burning Hell, it is still somewhat annoying.

"Now is not the time."

Barr didn't know who he was talking to, and his face sank.

Evidently the mouse did not please him very much.

A faint creak seemed to be responding to Baal.

"I told you, now is not the time, I know your hatred for barbarians, but now where do you want me to find you a suitable soul as nourishment?"

Barr muttered, waving his arms unconsciously.

There was a momentary pause for the squeak, then suddenly it grew louder.

There was the sound of rodents neighing and paws scratching gravel.

"Hammerlin! Be safe! 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 shaken with his roar.

None of these sub-level demons will make people worry, especially those who only follow their own bosses.

Hamelin is one of the best.

Facing Barr's anger, the movements of those mice became more detailed.

As if laughing at Barr.

To be honest, Barr was already prepared for this, after all, he just couldn't beat his brother.

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

"Hmph!"——a dissatisfied exhalation sound.

Following Barr's exhalation, the ground of the Burning Hell was stained with a layer of gray-black energy, and some miserable green could be vaguely seen.

A thick arm stretched out from the ground, and then pulled out the body that was out of proportion to the arm.

The king of plague, referred to as the king of plague.

Fortunately, no one used "Sickness" as an abbreviation for this terrible big demon.

The most powerful force of the plague king covered in toxins is the deformed arm, after all, only this arm belongs to Baal's creation.

That toxin-filled body was picked up by Baal from Duriel.

It's like picking up trash.

The power of toxin is limited after all, especially for destruction.

Baal grabbed one of his tentacles with his hand, hesitating for a moment.

He wondered if it was worth it.

After all, it would be easier to leave it to the barbarians to catch mice.

Anyway, the guys on both sides hated each other deeply.

"Cheep cheep! cheep cheep!" (Only fear! is eternal!)

Hamelin's sharp cry made Barr frowned and made up his mind.

Without stopping, he broke off the tentacles in his hand and threw them towards the Plague King.

The body that was only acting according to instinct seemed to be infused with consciousness, and suddenly became energetic.

"Roar!"

The Plague King let out a roar, and slammed his huge arm on the ground, and then the toxin appeared out of thin air, and poured into the cracks on the ground of Burning Hell.

Perhaps the nickname Tetramine is also quite suitable for the plague king.

"Okay, very energetic!"

Barr gave a bitter expression of appreciation.

He doesn't like to praise others, but the Plague King is different.

This thing is like a child who sticks to his parents, thinking about getting praise from Barr all the time.

Pure and cruel!

If Barr didn't praise the Plague King, then the Plague King would definitely act like a brat.

Barr wasn't in the mood to coax the child afterwards, so he could just boast at the time.

With a sound of "Aw", the plague king yelled loudly.

A piece of skin was bitten by a big mouse on the leg that was too small compared to that arm.

Although the mouse quickly fell to the ground, it was scorched and blackened by the high temperature of the burning hell.

This is not a serious matter, at least the Plague King will not die of a disease like the plague.

But it offended Barr's dignity.

Hamelin dared to say no to him!

This signal was dangerous, and Barr's face sank again.

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

Barr said the word "child" awkwardly.

The Plague King is not a guy like Lilith, and Barr did not use his most powerful origin as a gamble like Mephisto.

The plague king is just the epitome of some destruction.

The child is still a bit out of date.

But the Plague King didn't think so.

Baal glanced at the cracks on the still-existing isolation cover, and gritted his teeth.

Then opened a gap enough for the plague king to pass through, and then signaled the plague king to leave here with his eyes.

Barr couldn't leave.

If he left the Burning Hell by himself, he would have absolutely no advantage in the subsequent struggle.

Diablo has the most powerful fear in his hands, and he can only be matched by the Burning Hell.

Because he is Diablo's older brother, he has slightly more authority.

He is the most passive person, especially those demon powers that can be awakened in the Burning Hell, not all of them are loyal to him.

Barr felt the urgency.

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

"At least, Diablo won't inherit all my inheritance after I fail!"

Barr said harshly.

By the way, a powerful force was used to push the plague king out.

From beneath the ground came the malicious squeak of Hamelin's big mouse. That's sarcasm!

The Plague King stood on the land outside the Burning Hell in a daze, and then turned his head.

A rare gleam of thought appeared in his eyes.

Children always grow up, especially after a lot of fighting and dying.

It's just that he shouldn't have love, and he shouldn't feel what "parents" are.

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

Barr said in a cold and stern tone that he deliberately pretended to be.

Seriously, his tone was much more natural when he was facing Bulkelso than he is now.

This deliberate disguise made him look like a fool.

Although he doesn't know the victory or defeat afterwards, Barr already knows that there is a high probability that his name will not appear on the list of winners.

Just as he intends to deal with that big mouse in Hamelin, Diablo will also use unique means to control the plague king at that time.

The power of fear is so powerful that even destruction will palpitate.

The Plague King dragged his huge arm and waved to Barr.

Then he left without looking back.

"I hope you really understand what I mean."

Barr said so.

How can an intelligent being have only a single emotion?

It's the singular destruction that Barr's after, it's just that it's still on the way.

The purest Demon God is actually not that pure, just like the brave Imprius would hesitate.

...

"Diablo!"

Rorschach gripped Tyr's head and growled.

The wings behind him spread even wider.

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

The faces of those Asgardians sleeping in the nightmare finally calmed down a little.

Diablo, who was far away in Asgard, felt Rorschach's call, and his basically expressionless face seemed to be deep in thought.

Diablo stretched out his sharp little finger, and flicked at his, hungry, probably ear, the fingertips were stained with blood.

Perhaps the way the Hell Demon Lord plucked his ears was so rough, or maybe Diablo's ears couldn't tolerate the sharp claws that were sharp enough to break Solarion.

"Whatever happened to him, he's my brother too!"

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 already been instilled in his heart.

Nature cannot back down.

"He is Diablo's lackey, all the walking dead people you see are because of him!"

Rorschach was not calm.

Having just become the Archangel of Justice, he has yet to find his place from the Archangel "Justice" and the "Wrath" of the barbarians.

Some swaying, not very beautiful.

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

Thor growled.

A face almost reached Rorschach's nose.

Rorschach froze for a moment.

Then the brilliance of justice on his body became even more dazzling, and even stabbed those Asgardians who hadn't woken up yet.

Justice can hurt people sometimes.

Bloodstains appeared on Thor's face under this radiance.

This is no longer something that can be explained in words. Thor raised his weapon and stared at Rorschach.

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

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

He doesn't have such good eloquence, and his relatively smooth brain can't organize complex language.

"Thor, what's your position?"

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

It doesn't matter how miserable Tyr is, she only recognizes Thor as a younger brother.

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

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

"King of Asgard!"

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

He finally had some majesty's vigor, and a few flashes of lightning flashed in his eyes.

Hela let out a long breath.

Neither the Hammer God nor the barbaric Hammer God would be King of Asgard.

The King of Asgard is only fit for a true Thor.

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

With what standpoint did Rorschach appear here?

Hela was a little curious.

So she looked 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 looks much like Tyrael.

No face could be seen anyway, it was pitch black.

This can be regarded as his declaration, as "justice".

"cut."

Hela made a sound with some dissatisfaction.

There's no point in accusing 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."

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 would be such a person.

The power of the crowd is used to intimidate, and those who try to hold back the tide will always have doubts in their hearts.

Hela was very sure of this.

Because last time in such a situation, he was the one who blocked the tide.

As for Tide, there are not many changes, and there are still those familiar faces.

Thor doesn't know why his sister took over the right to speak, but his greatest advantage is that he still has self-knowledge.

For example, he can't speak, and Odin has already told him with his actions.

If he could talk, he probably wouldn't have been thrown out of Asgard by Odin at that time, like a big pile of garbage.

"There is no point, justice is unstoppable!"

Rorschach said so!

Then he violently twisted Tyre's head off!

In Hela's excited eyes!

Rorschach will not compromise.

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

Now he is just, rightfully stubborn!

"you!"

Thor only yelled a word, and the hammer in his hand smashed heavily towards Rorschach's head.

a battle.

This is not surprising at all.

Boom!

The thunder and lightning finally came, and at this time Thor had some taste of Thor.

He didn't deliberately use the barbarian's skills, because his life was not short, and he already had a set of things like fighting posture that he was used to.

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

Sweeping, smashing, swinging, topping and the like can't make any flowers.

If you want to say what is Thor's unique technology, it probably uses the warhammer as a flail or a meteor hammer.

"Boom~"

There is a crisp sound, and when you hear this sound, you know it is a good head.

When Rorschach was hit with the hammer, a nut hammer appeared in his hand, and the ferocious hammer head ruthlessly pressed against Thor's face, making an unpleasant sound.

The sound was a little muddy.

Obviously Thor's head is not among the ranks of good heads.

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

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

Hela smiled, and swung the legendary warhammer Son of Odin on Rorschach's waist!

She has never been a weak woman, and Valkyrie and the like can hardly describe her bravery.

Rorschach lost his center of gravity from the blow, but said nothing.

Who can stop a sister from protecting her troubled brother?

Besides, this elder sister is still an unmarried woman, and she didn't use other people's things.

She was simply protecting her younger brother.

The situation of owed and added changes this month, as well as the list of acknowledgments will be updated later. Thank you gentlemen readers.

I won’t stay up late today, I really can’t hold on any longer, so I’m going to ask for a night off as a silly author.

Thanks.