The moment Bourkeso grabbed the killer monkey's neck, he felt the feeling after the demon's erosion.

What can a simple leather monkey understand?

Even if you can learn to shoot by imitation, you can't learn to calculate ballistic wind speed or anything like that.

This monkey has long been unknowingly transformed by demons.

So Bourkeso directly destroyed the monkey's body, making the killer monkey a corpse.

Bring this hapless monkey back and see if you can make it continue to exist in a different way.

"You don't have to rush back, the matter of that place is over."

Bourkeso said casually.

"By the way, did you bring any wine?"

Bourkeso threw his blood vial to Rumlow, the name of which vial the Endless Chaos Potion.

This potion will teleport the user out at random. As the severity of the injury, the farther the teleportation became.

Bourkeso's usual injuries weren't enough to shake him a bit.

Rumlow was lucky, only three meters of translation at the time. If he had teleported farther, Bourkeso might have to jump out of the building to catch the unlucky one.

For example, Orlac of the Great Bear Tribe, after defeating the demon of the Hammer, drank the Chaos Endless Potion while he was seriously injured, and then appeared in the cave of Hamerin, and made eye contact with the big mouse with sores on his back.

Then he was bitten alive by endless rats, and he died miserably.

Although he also took Hamerin's life, leaving the big rat to appear in the secret realm, this does not change the fact that Orak died a terrible death.

"I'm going to buy it."

Coulson chose to believe in Bourkeso, otherwise how could he return to S.H.I.E.L.D. if his identity was revealed and he was still being hunted?

Bourkeso threw the remains of the killer monkey into the house, right on the table, and he had to think about how to keep the monkey alive.

After all, a monkey who can have the same wisdom as ordinary people is not a common product, especially since this monkey has good fighting ability.

This monkey should be much more useful than ten catties of meat, at least not ten catties of meat puree.

Bourkeso then glanced at the surroundings outside.

"Matthew! You made a meat sauce and sprinkled it on my car! ”

Bourkeso roared.

"Then you can't ask a blind man to wash your car, after all, I can't see where it's dirty!"

Matthew laughed and smashed the last ninja over, then walked over.

"Anyway, why did you only give us axes at the time, I think a blunt instrument is more suitable for me."

"Every barbarian can get help with an axe in the first place, unless you go to Komak to borrow a spear."

Bourkeso said angrily.

"Rumlow is seriously injured?"

Matthew whispered.

"Be louder! Matthew! You are a barbarian! Is there anything you can't say out loud? ”

Bourkeso shouted as he patted Matthew on the shoulder.

"Yes, that unlucky guy from Rumlow was badly wounded, almost dead! But his problem has been solved and he will be back in a moment. ”

"What are you going to do with me?"

Bucky rubbed off the rag on the ground. Shouting at Bourkeso and Matthew.

"What are you doing with him gag?"

Bourkeso was a little puzzled.

"He's so noisy, babbling something like 'Steve, I'm sorry Howard'. I don't like noise when I'm fighting. ”

Matthew clamped the mace under his arm and spread his hands.

"Maybe I should give you to Mokot instead of Reco."

Bourkeso's face was a little strange.

Matthew's style of speaking is a bit too similar to Mocott's.

When Bourkeso first met Mokot, he was also so talkative.

I don't like the sounds of battle cries and weapons colliding when I'm fighting.

It's just that after Tyrell blew up the Holy Mountain, he didn't talk much about rebuilding the Holy Mountain until now.

"I wish I could learn from Ancestor Leiko. She wasn't much worse than you when she was alive. ”

"Ricco told you? That girl was born decades after I set foot on the battlefield, and she had never seen the power of Reco. ”

Bourkeso stomped his foot slightly, and a flat ground appeared on the ground.

The blood was buried in the tumbling earth, and Bourkeso sat down right here.

"Lecco is older than Voruske, how many ancestors have seen her powers? Even if they did, they wouldn't be able to measure the gap between Lecco and me. I just know that I'm stronger. ”

Bourkeso wanted to drink, but didn't.

"At first, I didn't think you were a guy who could get along with us, why are you so unscrupulous now?"

Matthew asked with a laugh.

"What shelf? That thing didn't have any use in the face of demons. Barbarians, who likes to put on a shelf except Vorussk? No one knows when they will die, and those empty things are worthless.

You recruits, if you are either the new seedlings of the barbarians, do you think I will pay attention to you? Give me something to do. ”

"I think you just can't be idle, and you don't want to see the good people die and the wicked live."

Matthew hammered on the ground with a mace.

"It's a wonderful world, I feel like I've lived in such a world before. It's just that there are no demons and no angels. ”

"I don't want to hear your dreams. I just want to smash the heads of all the bastards. ”

Matthew's hammer slammed into the ground.

"It's also a good thing to dream. It's better than having to wield a weapon while sleeping. ”

Bourkeso's tone softened for the first time.

A golden portal suddenly opened, and the Ancient One jumped out of it, still holding the neck of a young mage in his hand.

"Burkeso, do you remember when you said you were willing to help me fix the disobedient disciple?"

The young mage rolled his eyes and turned his back to the sky, looking like he was out of breath and out of breath.

"I also said that you look like a barbarian, and I haven't seen you challenge the secret realm."

Bourkeso squinted at the Ancient One.

"I'll leave this student to you, don't worry about training him, his name is Casillas."

The Ancient One took a stool from the other side of the portal and sat down beside Bourkeso.

Casillas was placed directly in a pool of blood.

"What kind of idiot is this, it doesn't feel like a monkey."

Bourkeso glanced at Casillas.

The young mage had the aura of a dark dimension on his body, but there were no obvious features about it, neither evil nor kind.

But it seems that the belief is quite strong.

"Squeak!"

The soul of the killer monkey heard Bourkeso's "compliment" and appeared in shape, hugging Bourkeso's head and pulling his hair.

"I don't have lice on my head, you stupid monkey."

Bourkeso snatched the killer monkey's soul from his head and stuffed it into Matthew's arms.