"Bourkeso, I thought you'd be more brutal about solving the problem you're facing."

Johanna whispered.

It's not a good feeling to face Barr, especially after Barr devours Mephisto.

Rather than eat the hateful person belonging to Mephisto, the pure Baal intensified all his power on his own destruction.

In terms of strength, Baal is once again the most powerful of the Hell Lords.

Temporary withdrawal was nothing to Barr, and he had already gotten what he wanted.

Pure power and pure destruction are a match made in heaven.

Johanna was a little worried, and Baal's power was too much for her.

Tenacity and defense are a little weak in the face of destruction.

"And then? Locked up in a burning hell for a long time, waiting for those boring guys to slowly watch Diablo become the biggest trouble in the shadows? ”

Bourkeso didn't look back, and said to Johannah.

Bourkeso's attitude towards Baal is definitely not good, and Bourqueso is happy to tear Baal into pieces if he has the chance.

It's just that the time is not good, and Barr still needs to continue to exist.

There are only two of the Three Demon Gods left now, and with that Bire, who doesn't know where to talk nonsense, it seems that the Hell Demon Kings don't have any hole cards other than that Burning Fang.

"Bourkeso, I'm just a little confused, why do you have to show up for yourself no matter what?"

The Ancient One looked at Bourkeso in front of him with a soft gaze, and the Ancient One felt the feeling brought by an independent soul, so he had some doubts about Bourkeso, who didn't look free at all.

"On the sacred mountain of Harlogas, who do you think can do for me something that I don't have easy to handle? Rorschach or Thor? They don't have enough mind, and they don't have enough strength. They may not be very shaken in front of Barr, but they can't think calmly either. ”

Bourkeso said with a bit of boredom.

The barbarians need more power, but it will take some time.

Growth never happens overnight.

……

There is still more than an hour before the start of the celebration.

Bulkeso is discussing with Vorusk the specifics of this secret realm.

After all, this time the secret realm is not so simple to be crushed, to accommodate those ancestors who are full of anger and have nowhere to vent, so the balance of strength is the most important.

"So you're coming to us with this trouble?"

Vorusk said with some unhappiness as he held the small black ball in his hand.

The little black ball in Voruske's hand was not a strange thing, it was Mephisto's hatred of the Demon God.

Bar's shred of consciousness and power was also in it, which was used to create the image of Barr and Mephisto in that battle.

The ancestors are all dead, and their strength is naturally not as strong as when they were still alive.

Therefore, Baal and Mephisto in the secret realm naturally can't be too powerful.

Otherwise, this gamble will be considered bankrupt.

"I'm not going to fight in the secret realm myself, as it is, I'm still fighting the rats who are good at dodging in the Seschelon."

Burkeso sat in his chair and looked at Vorusk in front of him with a serious expression.

Of course, he couldn't make a move, and if Bourkeso did it in that secret realm, the gamble would be completely unfair.

Tyrrell and Bourkeso's gamble was for the barbarians who died at that stop, and as for the recruits, it could not be regarded as a bonus.

In a battlefield where the three ancestors would die in battle, all the recruits could do was pray that the stones of the catapult would not fall on their heads.

"A gamble? Do you think you're already qualified to be a chess player? Bourkeso, you're not going to let me down, are you? ”

Vorusk didn't raise his head, just silently observed the ball in his hand that Mephisto had turned into.

He looked serious, like Decard Kane who was crouching down at the table and looking up information.

"Vorusk, this is the best chance."

Bourkeso said firmly.

The outcome of this gamble seems to have long since become less important.

The person of Tyrell seemed to be right in front of him.

It's just that there's something strange about Tyrell's approach.

"Really? The best chance? You asked for justice at the time, and Tyrell would probably have agreed. ”

Vorusk finally glanced up at Bourkeso, and his eyes were a little meaningful.

Tyrell owes the savage, or rather, he is ready to surrender his person.

Besides, Bourkeso had also redeemed the soul of Eater, and Tyrell had no worries.

"It's just that he won't do that, at least not to give it all to me right away."

Bourkeso rubbed his wrists, his tone slightly flirtatious.

He didn't feel well, as if some conspiracy was unfolding against him.

But Bourkeso quickly put the thought behind him.

Conspiracy?

Nephi Tian has long been accustomed to conspiracy and calculation, whether it is simple or complex, these guys will not refuse.

When Bourkeso sees Diablo, no matter what his plot is, Bourkeso is confident that he can handle it.

Diablo is no longer a great demon god.

"Barbarians don't hate justice, we always hate Tyrell who doesn't do anything."

Vorusk said as he threw the ball in his hand to Burkeso.

What the barbarians pursue is hope, courage, and justice.

And these are not referring to the three archangels of Oriel, Imprius, and Tyrell.

"I don't really like that guy either."

Lecco sat on the side and said silently.

The archangel that Reko is familiar with is Yseriel, not Tyrell.

Moreover, that familiar or reluctant type.

Even if the believers of fate died, Iserrel wanted to find some clues of fate in Lecco's body.

"Bourkeso, what do you mean, we old guys who died before that battle are only responsible for protecting those hairy boys?"

Vorusk said so.

How can a festival limit the group of participants?

It wasn't a good holiday.

"No, I'll give those demons a little bit of strength."

Bourkeso tapped the Dark Soul Stone on his head and said.

Bourkeso didn't intend to let only the ancestors who died in the defense of Harorgas fight, that would be too petty.

It's just that there are a few people who have to be restricted.

"Can I do it? I want to teach that archangel a lesson. ”

Vorusk's eyes widened, and he asked as he looked at Burkeso in front of him.

A pinnacle of Vorusk is put into a battle that was originally "evenly matched", and it is a disaster.

In particular, the enemies in the secret realm will be weakened accordingly, and Vorusk will still be able to use his power.

"You, me, and Lecco forget it. Of course, Johannah won't meddle in this battle either. ”

Bourkeso pinched the ball in his hand, and suddenly felt that something new had been discovered.

A small, dreamlike origin appeared before Bourkeso's eyes.

"Barr seems to have brought a small giveaway in addition to his hatred?"

Bourkeso said as he held the dreamy Origin Crystal, and then came up with a novel idea.

"It's part of the rules of the dream realm, should we have a big one!?"

Bourkeso said with some excitement.

The Nightmare of the Lord of the Dream Dimension was crushed by Baal by the way, and this little bit of the Origin Rule is a little bit of goodwill for Baal.

As for what this means, or maybe Baal wants to mean the meaning in exchange for some corresponding small meaning.

It all depends on what Bourkeso means.

"You're such an interesting person."

Vorusk shook his head and said:

"A piece of the origin of this world, if you don't use it to strengthen yourself, don't you plan to let everyone on this planet go in and feel the overwhelming picture of demons?

I don't want to watch the people I protect become crazy. ”

Vorusk stopped Bourkeso's overly presumptuous thoughts, but there was still some feeling in his heart.

You can't let everyone in this world use dream training, this is the hard flaw of the dream rules.

The soul may be able to become stronger, but ordinary people who are still weak in the flesh still can't fight the demons.

But it seems like a good idea to use this thing to teach ordinary people in their dreams what to do when facing demons.

"Can I remember what I saw in my dreams?"

Vorusk asked.

Lecco chuckled coldly.

"Fool, when ordinary people face the demon land, the easiest way is to run! The only thing you can do after you can't run away is to resist. You don't have to teach ordinary people about this, they will do the same. ”

Leko understood Voruske's thoughts, but poured cold water on them.

Reco was not interested in the idea.

"If you're really going to make a battlefield, you can build a fortress outside the gates of Burning Hell, and then have Baal unleash some demons to attack the fortress.

That's real life and death, and it will help. ”

Lecco spoke incoherently.

Everyone knows that the Demon Kings of Hell cannot be fully trusted, and the result of trusting them will always end in tragedy.

"Forget it, we can't control Baal, we can only believe part of everything he says, even if he swears in the name of the Seven Dragons, I am skeptical and wary."

Bourkeso quickly dispelled the somewhat unrealistic idea that had been made.

"By the way, does everyone on the Holy Mountain let them enter the secret realm? Even if they weren't savages? ”

Johanna asked with some curiosity.

She had just gone to observe some of Steve's recent appearance, and so far, Steve had been doing well, at least not becoming a Templar because of something like faith.

"Let's let them all in, see if any of them have escaped our observation, warriors have never been a glamorous profession, and if you are obsessed with the elegance of a mage, then it is best not to set foot in the realm of warriors."

Bourkeso said meaningfully.

Gu Yi nodded, basically understanding what Burkeso meant.

Mages and warriors rarely have part-time jobs.

Mages need to use their own spirit to explore the mysteries of the world, while warriors need to concentrate all their spirit to face the treacherous white-knuckle battle.

When the two reached a high level, perhaps their spiritual strength and will were almost the same, but they basically lost the possibility of replacing each other.

As for part-time jobs, unless someone can empty their brains to feel the mysteries of the universe and the world during the dangerous fight with demons, it is most convenient to wash and sleep.

Everything in my dreams.

……

"Dr. Banner, you really don't plan to go into the secret realm? Maybe you'll be able to get some better rewards. ”

Rumlo said as he pulled Brooke Banner.

Hulk's profile he saw a lot from S.H.I.E.L.D., so it was a great opportunity, a chance for Hulk to show his strength.

As for returning to a normal person, those ancestors will have a way.

As long as Banner can get them to help him willingly.

Rumlow was well-intentioned and not calculating, but Dr. Banner was resistant to the agents.

Not even former agents.

On the other side, Tony and Wayne were chatting.

Wayne appeared on the sacred mountain of Harorgas wearing that high-tech hazmat suit and the bat's helmet.

Bourkeso received Kolik's request, so he casually sent Wayne a note.

Wayne had just sent a notorious killer to prison.

Another not-so-normal killer.

Bullets turn, pencil killing, frontal attack, this time there seems to be no problem with another killer with no bullets.

"So, you also think that technology is the ladder of human evolution, right? I think your suit could be a little more high-tech. What's the use of just waving your fists? ”

Tony casually complained about Wayne's armor.

Although the materials are very good, the technical content seems to be a little worse.

This is compared to Tony, and to be honest, Wayne's outfit is also high-tech within high-tech.

"Is your technology useful when you're running out of energy? At least as long as I'm not weakened, my fists won't deceive me. ”

Wayne said casually.

The tone is somewhat perfunctory.

Compared to chatting with Tony, Wayne thinks it's more important to study how to fight the ancestors.

Wayne, who has a deep delusion of victimization, always likes to make these plans, analyzing the weaknesses of others little by little, just to be able to act immediately at the moment of disaster.

It's best that nothing goes for the worst, Wayne thinks to himself, but he'll be prepared for everything.

The ancestors probably understood some of this guy's thoughts, so they never stopped Wayne from doing so.

As strong as a pawn can be corrupted, these ancestors cannot guarantee that their consciousness will always belong to them.

It's up to him to be analyzed for weaknesses or something.

"Hey, two, looks like you're superheroes too? So are there any abilities you have that I don't know about? ”

Konstantin licked his face and appeared, and Spider-Man beside him was following him inch by inch.

Spider-Man is familiar with Tony Stark, and in his universe, Tony is one of the most central personnel of the Avengers.

But with Bruce Wayne, nothing is known about Spider-Man.

Although, judging by the situation in which Rumlow greeted them, this is also a barbarian.

"Huh? You've never read newspapers and TV, have you? Don't you know my Tony Stark's name? Even so, you should know that I'm rich. ”

Tony said this to Konstantin in front of him with some dissatisfaction, and tapped his suit casually.

The crisp sound made Wayne look up, there were traces of Rasuk on it, and Wayne had already analyzed these things.

In the face of Konstantin, Tony always feels a little dangerous.

It is true that Konstantin is dangerous for most people.

It's just that people like Tony Stark won't be counted in it.

Konstantin's teammates rarely include wealthy and powerful people.

Because even if Konstantin said that he moved the kind of voluntary sacrifice of his teammates, the families and forces of those teammates might not believe Konstantin's "voluntary" statement.

Konstantin was cautious.

Bruce Wayne casually took a roast in his hand and shoved it into his mouth.

Although he didn't see Rorschach when he returned to the Holy Mountain, Wayne didn't care much.

Patience is his greatest strength.