After Spider-Man controlled his emotions, the scene in front of him made him temporarily lose the ability to speak.

Jin Ji's body appeared in front of him, and his whole body was covered with golden light lines, and in the flickering golden light, he could vaguely see blood light and black energy flashing by.

In his hand, he held a dimly lit giant hammer with a head that looked like a cylinder, but the terrifying ominous energy on it made Spider-Man's body tremble.

The ground was filled with cracks, and the churning magma indicated the threat posed by the previous meteor fall.

The crowd tried their best to dodge, but the moment the meteor hit Konzen, they all fell into a coma.

Only the sirens were still blaring.

"Spider-Man? Did you see that? ”

Jin He's voice rang out, like a rescuer who had fallen into the abyss of endless fear.

The trembling voice was filled with depraving magic.

As Jin He's words came out, the strong energy around him suddenly exploded.

Gusts of wind spread outward with gold and gold as the core.

[It's going to die, that's not Jinhe! 】

[It's a monster, I can't defeat it!] 】

[I want to run! Stay away from that monster! 】

Spider-Man's heart kept ringing like this, but his body didn't obey him at all.

Spider-Man was instantly shattered by the intense fear that broke through the barrier of reason, leaving only the strong survival instinct of the creature to swell wildly.

"I didn't expect to be seen by you, but it doesn't matter. You've failed! ”

Kim didn't open his mouth, but the words were clearly transmitted to Spider-Man's ears.

And in the next moment, the veins on Jin Yuan's body disappeared in front of him, and the surroundings returned to their original appearance as if nothing had happened.

The giant hammer grew smaller and smaller in front of Spider-Man's eyes, and then became an ornament-like thing that was gold and stuffed into his pocket.

"I'll stop you! It doesn't matter what power you've gained! ”

Spider-Man squeezed the words out of his mouth in the most humble trembling voice, then pointed at Kim and held out his arm.

But even if he made the gesture that shot spider silk from his wrist, there was no change in the slightest.

"Alright, little spider, I don't want to deal with you now, although I have a little curiosity about your identity."

Jin walked out of the center of the crack in the ground as he spoke, straightened his suit without the slightest panic, and then silently walked to the building where he was going at the beginning.

"Once fear is born, it becomes my strength, but the thought of 'fear of me' is firmly engraved in your mind like a steel seal.

Go home, kid. It's time for the hero game to come to an end. And then slowly spend the rest of your life in the fear that I will take you. ”

Kim staggered past Spider-Man's side.

The identity of the Heavenly Hammer Venerable was not a foreshadowing originally arranged by Kuhl.

At this time, Kuhl had become Diablo.

And the power in these hammers is not something that Kuhl's hapless god of fear can understand.

Contacts are no longer brainwashed into becoming another person, but become villains who retain their original consciousness under the power of Diablo.

Their goal is nothing more than to create fear and make humans become potential subordinates of Diablo in constant fear.

Fear is the emotion that drives people crazy and becomes the only straw that people can grasp in despair.

When Diablo appears in the eyes of the public in his true form, these people who are filled with fear will turn into demons in an instant.

And the moment he came into contact with the Celestial Hammer, he became Diablo's most heartfelt subordinate.

As the ruler of New York's underground, Kim is the best person to bring fear.

People are not afraid of an incomprehensible thing, and any fear is born for a reason.

And gold represents the fear of survival itself of the people at the bottom.

"I want to ......"

Spider-Man's body was constantly trembling, but the words "stop you" could not be spoken.

This fear lasted until Kim left the scene, and he reluctantly regained control of his physical hunger.

Spider-Man turned around without saying a word, and then ignored everything in front of him.

I returned home and felt the effects of fear.

……

"What's that?"

Luke and Jessica sit in the doorway of the blacksmith's shop, pieting dog food.

They are now supernumeraries of S.H.I.E.L.D. and don't need to run around for a living.

But after these two men became barbarians, they had a keen interest in unexpected events.

As Luke was a little stunned, Jessica, who was leaning on his shoulder, grinned.

"You still have to take a good look at the store, it's not over yet."

Jessica reached out and rubbed Luke's shoulder, smiling.

"Are you going to go now?"

Luke was a little helpless.

He couldn't be absent from work for no reason as a clerk in Bourkeso, but Jessica was only there to accompany him, and it wasn't within this limitation.

"I'm going to check it out, and I don't know why, but I always feel like there's something going on in that place."

Jessica stood up and said meaningfully as she looked in the direction of the meteor Rorschach.

"Why don't you wait a minute, and we'll go over together when I get off work?"

Luke twitched his cheeks and replied helplessly.

"I don't."

Jessica smiled and gave Luke a charming look. Then he walked that way.

In front of everyone, it is not easy for her to take off directly, and that kind of action will bring a lot of trouble.

So Jessica just smiled and waved at Luke and left.

Luke sat bored on the bench and took a sip of a bottle of vodka from his backpack.

How much of his wine was left was entirely in Jessica's control, and while Jessica wouldn't restrict Luke from drinking, he felt he should drink less.

After all, lovers in TV series always tell each other like this.

Luke felt that he should get used to this life in advance, and he didn't want to be the one who persuaded others.

Because only those who are persuaded can enjoy that tenderness.

"Luke, Jill will be handed over to you and Jessica tonight, I have something to do."

While Luke's mind was thinking, Frank walked up to him and said this.

He didn't have the slightest interest in the previous meteors, but tonight it was time for him to officially collect souls.

Frank doesn't go after someone who has no evil deeds, even if that person might be classified as an interesting soul by death.

But there are so many hungry villains in this world, and every death is a contribution to the world.

Frank is willing to spend a little more time looking for and then maintaining his wife and daughter.

Killing the villains was the job of the Punisher, and even though he was now the agent of death, the identity of the Punisher had not been stripped from him.

"Looks like I'll have to stay at the blacksmith until dawn again today."

Luke said helplessly.

Now he doesn't even know how to wield a hammer to forge, and his life is like a simple security guard.

"I'll be back to prepare breakfast tomorrow, and if it goes well, it won't take much time."

Frank said to Luke, then silently turned back to his new home.

Now is not the time for him to act, it will have to wait until dark.

Taking advantage of this time, he needs to get a little more sleep so that he can be refreshed at night.

"I've got to find a way to get someone else to take shifts with me."

Luke said as he took a sip of wine.

At this time, S.H.I.E.L.D. has already arranged for personnel to investigate the previous meteor fall incident.

At the location of the meteor landing point gathered a large group of wealthy people.

Although they are not clean guys, these people can't be given up yet.

The mass coma of the crowd that appeared over there was already a supernatural event, and in order to prevent the occurrence of supernatural crimes, S.H.I.E.L.D. sent Hawkeye, who had been on vacation for a long time.

And Coulson's current situation doesn't seem to be much different from Melinda's iron knight, always busy with something less important.

It's not that Coulson has lost Nick Fury's trust, it's that he's still recuperating from what he did before.

So important work was given to the other agents, and Coulson was always on standby.

That's probably the vacation Nick Fury gave him.

"Coulson, we'll go to the bar when I get back."

Hawkeye said this to Coulson in the S.H.I.E.L.D. building, and then got into the S.H.I.E.L.D. car.

"Agent Patton, wait for me, I'm going on this mission."

Coulson shouted at Hawkeye in a bit of a hurry, his work form did not require him to clock in and out of work on time every day.

If even the agents had to clock in, the world would be over.

Do people who do latent jobs have to put on a smiling face every day at some technological product in order to be counted as working?

That's ridiculous.

"I think it's better for you to take a little rest, you're in a bit out of shape."

Hawkeye looked at Coulson, who was sitting directly in the passenger seat, and said this.

Ever since Coulson's suggestion to go to London was overruled, his spirits have been a little nervous.

It also looks haggard.

"Only when I get busy will I still be that elite."

A smile flashed across Coulson's face, and he said to Hawkeye.

His most recent job was to investigate Spider-Man's intelligence, and the news of Spider-Man's appearance had just come back from that scene.

Coulson is about to lock in Spider-Man's identity, and this time it's just to see if there can be other gains.

"Looks like you've made up your mind, so let's go."

Hawkeye gave Coulson a meaningful look, then started the car and went into action.

……

"I seem to feel something?"

Bourkeso looked at Odin in front of him and said in a somewhat skeptical tone.

It wasn't that he felt the breath of the Demon King of Hell, but that the Azmodan and Andariel in his mind were suddenly a little too active.

This is unusual.

Odin just looked at Bourkeso and didn't say a word.

He didn't know what Bourkeso had discovered, and he didn't even say that if Bourkeso sensed the breath of the Hell Demon King, he wouldn't be of much help.

Asgard is in a bit of a ruckus right now, as Thor and Loki haven't been seen in a while.

This will inevitably lead to some discussion.

But Odin's face suddenly changed.

He sensed something unexpected change on Mjölnir's side.

Another hammer appeared over there, and on it he sensed something familiar.

"Kuhl!?"

Odin uttered his brother's name with some horror.

Kuhl's appearance means that the prophecy about Thor may have begun.

While ousting Kur from the throne, Odin found that it was impossible to kill him.

Only Thor, who has become Thor, can do it, but that also means that a tragedy is about to happen.

This made Odin feel embarrassed.

He wanted to protect his son, and for that reason he did not hesitate to cut Asgard off contact with Earth.

"What god of fear? What happened to him? ”

Burkeso said with a frown.

The word fear has a completely different meaning for Bourkeso.

"Another hammer appeared next to Myornir and my hammer son, with my brother's divine power on it."

Odin had no problem saying this, or he had accepted the "fact" that the son of Odin was his son.

"It doesn't seem unusual."

Bourkeso rubbed his beard and said.

"Looks like Natasha went over there?"

He said with some uncertainty.

Although Bourkeso could sense the state of the barbarian recruits, he didn't deliberately pay attention to anything.

After all, barbarians are not rare now.

If he keeps an eye on the little ones, he probably won't have time for anything else.

"I'm going back, and Asgard can't let me go for too long."

Odin gestured to Bourkeso, and then called the Rainbow Bridge apologetically.

Bourkeso pursed his lips as he looked at the brilliant light, and then used his own strength to block the energy escaping from the Rainbow Bridge.

Harogas was a sacred mountain for barbarians, and even unintentional damage was unacceptable to him.

"Cassius!"

Bourkeso shouted loudly, and then Cassius's voice came to him.

"What's wrong? What's the need for me to fight? ”

Cassius's chin flicked the braid.

"Where has your heir gone?"

Bourkeso glanced at Cassius, and then felt his blood pressure rise a little.

Since his last return, Cassius has been teasing Orolongus with the battle he has experienced, trying to free Orolongus with a battle that releases water.

"How do I know that your actions back then would be under the attention of your mentor?"

Cassius said with squinted eyes.

Then Bourkeso was a little speechless.

At that time, after he got Vorusk's help, his whereabouts were all under Vorusk's control.

Immediately after he broke Leorik's bones, he saw Vorusk's mallet.

It was at that time that he made his choice.

"I feel like that kid is in some kind of trouble, don't you really want to take a look?"

Bourkeso took out a mace and slapped it in the palm of his other hand, with some displeasure in his eyes.

"If you want to beat me up, just say it, there's no need to use such boring excuses!"

Cassius snapped his fingers and let out a series of crackling sounds.

"I can't leave if I have something, anyway, your entity status hasn't been lifted yet, so go over and take a look! Do you know what I say? ”

Bourkeso's hand clenched the mace, and the poor mace groaned in overwhelm.

Bourkeso raised his chin in the direction of the gate of the Holy Mountain, and then Cassius cursed and left.

Cassius won't do exactly what Bourkeso asks, but a little attention to his heir will.

After all, now it seems that these recruits are an opportunity for the barbarians to continue to develop, and unnecessary losses can still be avoided.

"You're here for the ring on your hand?"

Bourkeso said to Steve, who had just walked up.

"Yes, I heard them say you should know something about this ring."

Steve raised the Righteous Lamp Ring in his hand, and his tone was very calm.

Or if there's anything in the world that makes Steve less calm, it's probably about Peggy Carter.

"Putting aside the matter of the Righteous Lantern Ring for the time being, do you want to gain power?"

Bourkeso said casually, he was now carefully looking at Steve in front of him.

The noble and human character reminds Bourqueso of Johannah, who fought together.

As soon as he thought of Johannah, he remembered again that the demons who had angered Johannah had been dragged hundreds of miles by that rough woman on horseback.

By the time those unlucky demons were put down, they couldn't see it at all.

That looks like the Hell Demon King has to frown when he sees it, although the Hell Demon King basically doesn't have all kinds of hair on his body.

"I don't think I'm fit to be a savage."

Steve said with a smile.

He longed for the power of the barbarians, but he still couldn't accept it if he was asked to fight in the way of a barbarian.

Steve loves shields because they never attack on their own, but more to protect the weak.

His faith and character were indeed noble.

"I think so."

As he spoke, Bourkeso pulled out a flail from his backpack and shook it a few times.

As a master weapon, Bourkeso was skilled in wielding the flail, but the flail was like "dead" and did not bring the slightest feedback to Bourkeso.

Even Steve could see that.

"Take it and try it."

Bourkeso handed the flail to Steve, and said in a gruff tone.

Akhan's Patch.

Legendary Flails.

Of course, this is an imitation of Bourkeso, and the original legend is still in the hands of those Holy Cult Army.

This flail is not a powerful one, but it is a masterpiece.

But as its name suggests, it's just a backup weapon for Akhhan, a powerful holy cult.

Able to master the posture of the other two skill runes in the state of the Arakat Warriors.

It's pretty useless.

Johanna should be the closest to him among his comrades, although he has to get rid of Li Min's terrifying mage.

But Johanna has already achieved some results on the way to skill fusion release, at least in terms of being able to transform the Arakaat warriors with her own strength, she can release all the skill rune forms at the same time.

Steve took the flail from Bourkeso's hand with some seriousness, and then the flail was gone.

The flail wasn't top-notch, but it wasn't something that Steve could pick up with his physical fitness.

"It looks like you're not close, so you'll probably have to wait until Prius finds time to gain that power."

Bourkeso had no intention of continuing.

He remembered that when Johannah became a Saint, she had come across the Charge suit of the legendary Cult Nowad.

Just by touching it, Johannah directly became a Holy Cult Army.

While this may have something to do with the fact that Johannah is a Nephilim herself, this replica of Akerhan's supplement is a legend that has gained Johannah's powers.

If Steve didn't get that kind of recognition, he would have to wait for Prius to teach him personally.

"The power that I never felt was something to boast about overnight."

Steve understood what Bourkeso meant.

But he didn't have the slightest thought of regret.

When he became Captain America, the super soldier serum didn't give birth to him as a super soldier.

After all, it was a somewhat helpless choice.

Red Skull, like that, has grown strong with that power, and is a little wary of the power that can be replicated, Steve.

"That's."

Bourkeso shook his head.

Nephilim's power is never acquired overnight, and if you want to become strong, you have to put in the effort, this is the simplest truth, and no one will dispute it.

The previous temptation was just to see if Steve could get the seed of the Holy Army's power.

If he succeeds, then Steve will be able to enter the secret realm and obtain the bloodline of Nephilim, and then embark on the path of becoming stronger earlier.

"The Righteous Lantern Ring is a strong legend, and Johannah, I mean one of my comrades-in-arms has used its power to protect others for a long time."

Bourkeso looked at the Righteous Lamp Ring in Steve's hand, and there was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

"At that time, Johanna was simply unshakeable, and even the Demon Lord of Hell would have a headache when facing her."

Bourkeso remembered the old days and said a little more.

In his mind, Azmodan and Andariel began to quarrel again.

Johannah played a very important role in resolving the battle against Azmodan, single-handedly pulling out all of Azmodan's demon army.

Like a reef in the waves, it remained unwavering until Azmodean was resolved.

"If it weren't for that damn mage who pulled my energy, how could you have smashed my body!"

Azmodan roared loudly in Bourkeso's head.

He kept finding reasons for his defeat.

Among the Demon Kings of Hell, Azmodan is the only one who values victory the most, and he will do his best to win every battle, although not always as desired.

"Then when I cut off the head of the Great Demon God, why didn't you come out and reason with me?"

Bourkeso said crudely and contemptuously.

In a relatively long life, the most time that Bourkeso became stronger was when he was with Li Min Sonya and them.

It's as if Nephilim's bloodlines resonate when they are together.

During that time, Bourkeso grew from being able to rival a Hell Demon King to being able to defeat the Great Demon God.

"What?"

Steve was a little puzzled by Bourkeso's sudden words.

"It's okay, I'll let Karl Jou guide you a little while, although you won't be his heir."

Bourkeso scratched at his hair, he was now a little irritated by the constant clamor of Azmodan in his head.

"Now, go about your business."

Bourkesso left straight away after saying this, he needed a clean place to calm down.

The argument with the Demon King of Hell will only affect him more, and if he wants to avoid being corrupted, Bourkeso needs to maintain his consciousness better than be easily emotionally aroused.

At this point, Azmodan and Andariel chose to remain silent.

Bourkeso is not the same now.

At least they need to be cautious with Bourkeso.

So after they felt Diablo's fleeting power, they tried to disturb Bourkeso's thoughts.

Corrupt Bourkeso? That's too dangerous!

They're also worried.

Ever since Bourkesso had obtained the complete Devouring Rules and Time Rules, the Demon King of Hell had to be careful with Bourkeso.

In particular, Azmodean, who had personally experienced the immense power of the Ring of Aikatan, was very worried.

Fearing that Bourkeso would become one with his significant other's soul after utter despair.

At that time, although the Hell Demon King has completed the corruption of Bourkeso, Bourkeso will be able to completely master the rules at that time.

The Devouring Rules and the Rules of Time will allow Bourkeso to complete the Devouring of the Hell Demon King in a short period of time, and he may be the next Masayer!

A creator god who is bent on solving all the demon kings of hell?

Azmodan did not dare to imagine this ending.

Andariel and Azmodan have wanted to communicate more than once in the Dark Soul Stone.

But they found that no matter how much they signaled to each other, they couldn't complete the communication on this topic, as if some being was making the rules in the Dark Soul Stone.

They couldn't get it out of their mouths.

So what they could do was delay Bourkeso's realization of the matter.

Then they hoped that their other brothers would realize it early.

Their hope is not in the most dangerous fear, but in the hateful Mephisto.

Only Mephisto knows anything about Bourqueso's situation now, and Diablo is likely to be Mephisto's pawn in trying to probe Bourqueso.

But the Demon Kings of Hell are also on guard against each other!

Azmodan is worried!

Fearing that Diablo's idiot would make Bourkeso realize in advance that the situation had been reversed.

【Damn! Why are humans always blessed! 】

Azmodan could only think about it in his heart.

He wasn't even going to make any comments in the Dark Soul Stone that would be heard by Bourkeso.

In the constant battle with Nephilim, they had long known what kind of person Bourkeso was.

Bourkeso had never looked so brutal, and he was the only barbarian who could completely contain the source of power, anger.

For Bourqueso, anger is not just an emotion, but a source of strength.

The kind of anger that was cold enough to freeze the soul of the Demon King of Hell was the weirdest thing, and it was like seeing the mad king of Leoric.

After Bourkeso had finally found a place to stop, he spoke.

"Azmodan, I'll know what you're afraid of."

Bourkeso spoke in the slightest of voices, and he was sure that the Demon Lord of Hell in the Dark Soul Stone would be able to hear him.

"Your actions are so abnormal, you are afraid."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

It was Andariel who answered Bourkeso's words.

[This idiot! 】

Azmodean thought violently.

There's a reason why Andariel is the most unpopular Demon Lord of Hell.

All she sought was pain, so she never had the ambition to rule the world.

In other words, Andariel never had any ambitions, just a place to enjoy the torture.

"Azmodan, aren't you going to make a sound?"

Bourkeso said with a frown, holding a bottle of liquor in his hand and pouring it into his mouth.

"Dracula told me more than just a little bit about where Mephisto was."

Dracula's quid pro quo was unequal, as Bourkeso was well aware.

Exchange a word of nonsense for Burkeso's protection of Intergula?

The barbarians will protect those who are good, which is what the Nephilims have always done.

But the Nephilims almost never gave extra protection to one person because everyone was equal in their eyes.

"What do you know?"

Azmodan finally stopped influencing Bourkeso's sanity with that ridiculous "Hell Lord" style of speech.

"I'm not going to let you out, as long as I exist, you'll have to stay in the Dark Soul Stone for a day!"

Bourkeso took a sip of his wine.

"But I don't think I'll be able to win when Masayar arrives."

"You mean we're going to help you? No kidding, I remember the sharp pain in my body when you split it! ”

Azmodan breathed a sigh of relief when he said this.

If Bourkeso just wanted to face a common enemy with them, there was no need to worry.

"You're scared of this tattoo on me, right? At least that's one of the reasons you're afraid. ”

Bourkeso suddenly wanted to eat meat, he was usually uninterested in food.

"You don't have to answer and I know that you won't tell me the truth. But do you think I'm going to fail?

I've only failed once in my life, and that was in the face of the invasion of the rules of death. And now that you and I live in symbiosis, if I see Masayr again, the power of death will only work on you. And you will not die. ”

Bourkeso continued.

The existence of the Dark Soul Stone embedded in his forehead was a last resort.

If he hadn't been teleported to this new world at the time, he would still have had one last option when facing Masaire.

The ancestral spirits of the sacred mountain of Harogas can enter the Dark Soul Stone and bear the erosion of death's divine power for him.

It was enough for Bourkeso to deal with Masayar before the ancestral spirits were annihilated by death.

Although the situation at that time is only an illusion now, no one knows whether Bourkeso will succeed.

But as Bourkeso said, he never had a failure in his life other than to face death.

When Masaire's death had no effect on him, then Masayir was just another great demon god.

Bourkeso has never lost a battle outside of the rules, even if the enemy is the embodiment of the rules.

"You were going to use those ancestral spirits to bear the death?"

Azmodan finally couldn't help but speak.

"If the Dark Soul Stone hadn't exploded at the time, what are you going to do?"

"The ancestors will bear the death for me, and I will kill Masayer, and then let him be with you in the company of the ancestors in this small cage."

"The Barbarian Ancestor, the Demon King of Hell and a mad angel stay in a small cage and fight endlessly, even if you are crazy, neither of us will let any of us escape?"

Azmodan was a little creepy when he said this.

It wasn't the first time they'd been locked up in the Dark Soul Stone, so they knew very well that power itself was something that didn't exist in the Dark Soul Stone.

The only thing that determines whether to be strong or not in the cage is the choice.

Azmodan resounded with fear from the barbarian ancestors who had existed for thousands of years because of an obsession, and the Masayir, who had gone completely mad in order to destroy the demons.

"You're crazy."

Azmodan said to Bourkeso.

Andariel still hadn't realized what was being exchanged between Bourkeso and Azmodan.

"By the time I chose to split my soul, I was already crazy. When I saw the virtuous king of Kanduras, trying to restrain his great power and let me break his bones little by little, I went mad!

And this madness is what you give! ”

Bourkeso responded to Azmodan's words with a roar.

How powerful is Skeletron Leorick?

As long as the powerful chooses to leave his palace, he can turn all the living into the dead, blurring the line between life and death!

Just follow the power, and Leoric will be able to shove his hideous scepter into Diablo's PY!

But he was Leorik after all.

After becoming a desecration of life, Leorick is still Leorek!

That virtuous king of Canduras!

Father of the Dark Wanderer!

The great king who let mankind have a land to live in!

No one would have understood what kind of choice the mad king had made at that time until he saw Leorik soberly.

And Bourkeso, only in front of King Kanduras, made a choice!

Noble sacrifice.

That's all.

"Leoric, that's caused by Diablo!"

Azmodan failed to find fear in his voice.

The Demon King of Hell is the most sober and the most ruthless.

But they were never fearless!

Faced with Bourkeso's quality and madness, Azmodan only felt more helpless than when he was devoured by Masayar.

The "mighty" he once prided himself on was like a shivering guinea pig in Bourkeso's rage.

"But all the tragedies are your making. Hell Demon King, Lord of Sin! Azmodan!

The cruel smile you had when Kanuk smashed into your chest, the joy you had when you commanded an army of demons to inflict grief on the barbarians!

Now it will all become your fear in the face of the barbarians' hunger and rage! ”

Bourkeso roared with rage, and then his emotions gradually regained his composure.

"I'm going to keep going, I've made a decision, I'm not willing to release Leorik! Let him confide in you in the Dark Soul Stone about his crazy longing! ”

"I'll smash Masayir and make that fool understand! Humans are not toys he can fiddle with! Nor is it a vassal of the devil! ”

"I'll lock you all up in my will, and then let you wail in endless battles!"

"Even if I die, I will let my chosen people inherit my will, so that you will cry out in pain forever and ever!"

Bourkeso's low roar dissipated into the wind, and no one heard him.

Far away on Mars, the eyes of Imprius were projected into Bourkeso's body, and the wings of courage were radiating a scorching light!

Dr. Manhattan followed Yseriel's gaze and cast his gaze on Bourkeso.

Dr. Manhattan didn't know what Bourkeso was thinking, but just watched quietly with doubts.

"Bulkeso, you won't make it!"

Azmodan roared inwardly.

But this time Bourkeso did not respond to him again.

Andariel has lost the ability to speak.

She was completely frightened by Bourqueso's resentment towards the Demon King of Hell.

Bourkeso's crazy thoughts are enough to strike fear into every Hell Lord.

If it weren't for the teleportation caused by the explosion of the Dark Soul Stone in Masaire's body at that time, these Hell Demon Kings might have fallen into a nightmare that Bourkeso had calculated long ago.

Bourkeso didn't know when Masayer would arrive, or what he would look like when he arrived, and how strong he would be.

But Bourkeso never feared, for he was never completely defeated!

"You won't make it! You won't! ”

Azmodan kept saying that it was no longer the barbarian Bourkeso who was cornered now.

It's these hell lords who have lost their freedom!

Every defeated Hell Demon King will hear this desperate news from their brothers.

Every Demon King of Hell who once represented terror will be troubled by the fear called Bourkeso!

"Is the world kind to humans?"

Bourkeso whispered, not expecting to receive any answer.

After seeing the death of this world, he knew that there were also high gods in this world, like bastards like Masayr.

Bourkeso was thinking about the ideas that existed.

What does a death that is not good at fighting represent?

It means that there are more than two gods who are good at fighting and protecting death!

Only in this way can we explain the fact that death is the top rule but not good at fighting.

Because the battle was taken over by the presence that protected her!

Bourkeso pondered how to give humanity the "freedom" it deserves, and that the fate of humanity should not be controlled by other beings, even if it is God!