"Rumlow, survive."

The last thing Nick Fury said in Rumlow's headphones was this.

No matter what he said now, it didn't help, now that they had lost a team, and if even Rumlow died in that place, then this operation would have no real gain.

Whether it's the flesh and blood of those demons, or the magical equipment that Rumlow gets, it's a very important thing for S.H.I.E.L.D.

As for the mountain that appeared mysteriously, the past has been ignored.

While there are more secrets in this, S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't seem to be able to get any benefit from these guys.

Rumlow took off his headphones and threw them on the ground, stomping on them hard.

At the same time, those red-skinned little annoying people rushed up with tattered weapons in their hands!

"Lacanihu!"

With a haphazard shout, Rumlow began his martial arts show once again.

A clean, sharp vital attack that will quickly slay these demons.

The Fallen Demons who lost their wizards also lost their combat effectiveness.

In front of Rumlow, who was reinforced with equipment, these guys were no threat at all.

……

"Why do those guys shout 'Lacanihu'? Is this some unique language? ”

Jill couldn't see it, but he could hear it.

Jill, whose face was still a little pale, asked Bourkeso.

"That's the name of the Lord of the Fallen Demons, just like the barbarians occasionally call my name when they're fighting."

Bourkeso's hand landed on top of Jill's head.

Speaking of this, Bourkeso's mind couldn't help but flash the memory of that battle, and the army of sunken demons that could not be seen as far as the eye could see, made him a little bored.

Even the demon of Lacanihu was not much stronger than those ordinary Sinking Demons when facing Bourkeso, but it only lasted less than three seconds under his whirlwind slash before turning into a cloud of blood mist and dissipating along the wind.

It was a battle that was unchallenged except for endurance.

"Hey! Bourkeso! All we will shout is the name of the Immortal King! You're not an immortal king yet! ”

Madoc came out of nowhere, still holding the "Madoc Sorrow" in his hand.

"Then you can call Vorusk while you're fighting."

Bourkeso said indifferently, after all, he was destined to become the Immortal King.

Madolph, choked on Bourkeso, walked up to Bourkeso's side, reached out and took the bottle full of wine, and took a sip of it.

Although the potion has lost its healing power for the soul, on this special day, the spirit of the ancestors can still taste the taste of the wine.

"Have a good drink! After the festival, you'll have to wait another year before you can taste the wine and food! ”

Bourkeso's hands gradually strained, and he laughed loudly.

Jill quickly crouched down, avoiding Bourkeso's big hand.

He felt his scalp start to heat up.

……

Rumlow's body had six more symmetrical wounds.

They all stretched from the shoulders to the chest, and met in the celiac plexus, like six war lines, if not for the blood spilling outwards from the wounds.

The geist's body began to fade gradually, but it was much better than Rumlow, who had lost a lot of blood.

"Strange, what is that geist's warrior ability? It hasn't been triggered so far, is it a molten fire? ”

Madoc placed the empty vial back on Bourkeso's waist, then took out a large jar and placed it beside him.

The jar was the size of a small round table, half a man high.

"Bourkeso, this is the wine I buried when I was alive, would you like to taste it?"

Speaking of inquiry, Madoc had already raised the jar in front of Bourkeso's eyes.

"When you were alive? Then this wine has turned into pectin! ”

Bourkeso took the jar handed by Madolphk, and after knocking on the mud seal, a rich fruity aroma came out.

"The holy mountain of Harogas shelters all the riches of the barbarians, and the wine I have buried will not spoil! It was the best of its time! ”

"Times have long since changed, just as Baal had to avoid your existence back then, and now those guys have been wiped out."

Burkesso thought of the Dark Soul Stone that had been crushed by himself, and some worry flashed through his heart.

The Dark Soul Stone that imprisoned the Seven Demon Kings of Hell had been shattered, and the power in it had gathered on Masayr's body, which was somewhat worrying.

"Yes, times have changed, and you have left that endless world."

Madoc took a bowl and reached into the jar and began to drink.

Although the movements were very rude, not a drop of wine was spilled on the ground.

"So you are the only one in this world who can thrive the barbarians."

Madoc vanished with that, leaving Bourkeso to pour the huge jar into his mouth.

……

"Damn it!"

Rumlow muttered, he didn't have the strength to shout out.

As the blood continued to drain from the wounds on his body, his consciousness began to blur.

According to his experience, the level of his blood loss had already reached the point of death, but at this time he was still able to maintain a certain combat effectiveness.

It was all thanks to that fist and the spirit stone on his forehead.

Normally, after receiving this kind of injury, he can feel the bleeding of the wound on his body to some extent.

But this time, it was as if it had been bitten by a locust, and there was no hint of healing on the wound.

The combat uniform on his body had been dyed dark red, and as his blood dried up, it had turned black in some places.

Nick Fury could still see the battle from the camera, and the pundits were already arguing about Rumlow's blood loss.

But he had no time to bother with these matters, for he had already investigated some information about Bourkeso.

Just two days ago, he had been seen in Hell's Kitchen, and with Jill.

And today he appeared with Gil on the suddenly extra peaks in the Himalayas, and there was no record of them using any means of transportation, which made him feel alarmed.

It is possible to cover such a long distance in a short time, and in a very stealthy way.

This means that this barbarian can be around anyone in the way he wants.

Although he didn't know if this ability to teleport long distances was limited, he couldn't be careless.

What if this ability is even more terrifying than you think?