"Regrets? Bourkeso? ”

Dracula's figure appeared in Bulkeso's place, with a strong malice on his face.

"Regret what? Regret not pulling off Mephisto's dog's head? ”

Bourkeso slung the weapon on his waist and turned to look at Dracula in front of him.

Even though it was the first time he had met Dracula, Bourkeso didn't mean anything special.

Although Dracula exudes hatred, there is no trace of his own sin in him.

It's rare, maybe he hasn't had time to do evil yet.

The vampire Accardo kills people five hundred years ago to protect their land and subjects, and decades ago to take revenge.

The sins of this kind of guy are all left over from the life that he absorbed, and they have nothing to do with Accardo.

What's more, the person in front of him is already Dracula.

Although Bourkeso was well aware of the possibility of this guy going down the path of sin, he still calmly faced Dracula in front of him.

He can't do anything like taking the other person's present life for the sake of the other person's evil that they may commit in the future.

Even Iseril couldn't do it.

"It's a pity that you didn't have time in hand, but I'm the real invincible existence at this time. Death is as helpless as it is for me. ”

The expression on Dracula's face seemed to be expecting something, and the pale face looked at Bourkeso in front of him.

The two wanted to see each other like this for the first time, but when they talked, they looked like old friends.

"Cut, worthless nonsense. Are you here to die? ”

Bourkeso looked at Dracula with contempt and took out a bottle of liquor and poured it into his mouth.

I didn't plan to fight Dracula here, but I was a normal threat.

"I'd like to try it if I could."

Degu stretched out a hand, a black light trembling on his palm.

"I made a deal with Mephisto in exchange for his concessions and some of his power. But I didn't promise him not to tell you where he was, so I came. ”

Dracula's eyes flashed with hatred, for Mephisto was not a benefactor, but only slightly better than his enemies.

"You want me to take care of that little girl? What do you exchange for? Mephisto's message is not worth this condition. ”

"Fair? I know. I can promise that I will not appear in front of your eyes, and that I will get rid of those annoying angels for you. ”

Dracula's tone was a little erratic.

Intergula is his last bit of nostalgia, a legacy of humanity.

When he interacted with Mephisto, he saw some of each other's experiences.

So he feared that the Hell Demon Lord would choose to threaten the only existence he might still cherish.

While Mephisto wasn't sure if Dracula would ever miss Intgula or not, he was the kind of guy who would be willing to try anything that would bring sin.

Unfortunately, this is Dracula's only chance to turn back into Accardo, his only hope.

Dracula is reluctant to bet on whether this weakness will be mastered by Mephisto.

Madness is a façade after all, but it is only a manifestation of concealing the purpose or burying the disappointment.

Dracula's body flickered as he said this, and he would disappear into this place at any moment.

"You wouldn't want to face me in battle."

Bourkeso pulled out a bottle of his treasure and handed it to the vampire in front of him.

Dracula ungracefully broke off the bottle and poured it into his mouth. Although his mouth was busy, he still made a sound:

"I think you're all drinking like that. It's a shame that you have lost your soul, but is your soul in that stone? ”

Dracula's words made Bourkeso frown, which didn't seem to be as simple as they sounded, with a vague hint of threat.

"If you want to see that half, you can go in and have a look."

Bourkeso nodded his forehead casually, the dark soul stone glowing reddish-brown.

"It's boring, and I'll probably have good playmates to spend the rest of my days."

As he spoke, Dracula was shattered in the head by a bullet, and then disappeared in front of Bourkeso.

His fair deal with Bourkesso was complete, and Mephisto was alive not long ago, but completely lost his power, and only consciousness remained.

Not far away, Frank's deathly figure had appeared not far away, holding the gun that was constantly changing in the thick fog.

Bourkeso casually slapped the bullet that had passed through Dracula on the ground like a fly, and glanced at Frank.

"Slave of death? It doesn't look much different from those Soul Reavers. Frank, do you still have consciousness of your own? ”

As he spoke, one hand pressed against the handle of Mercyless, as if hesitating.

"Kill that guy and death will go back to my wife and daughter."

The power of death in Frank's body expanded in a circle, which made Bourkeso a little dissatisfied.

"Since you still have your own will, it is better not to be tainted with any sin. I can tolerate the Soul Reaper appearing in front of me, but I can't tolerate the wanton actions of the evil guys! ”

Bourkeso's voice was loud, and the light wings of courage behind him flashed, and the powerful momentum pressed on Frank's body, squeezing the power from death directly back into Frank's body.

In just an instant, Frank reverted back to his original human form, leaving only the black ring on his hand that flickered in fear.

"I made a deal with death, but I'm still me."

Frank was a little out of breath, and using the power of death for the first time was a great burden on his body.

"You also have a son, so you'd better be cautious before you do anything."

Bourkeso withdrew his hand from the point of absence and ran his finger over the regular tattoo on his chest.

"Let this all end, I've had enough of this place."

Frank sat directly on the ground, rubbing the death ring.

"Then you have to let the guy with a higher specification finish saying goodbye, and be unwilling to watch the person he failed once be beheaded."

Bourkeso scratched his beard and said in a somewhat tone.

It's disgusting to sacrifice others for the sake of the so-called righteousness, but there is nothing he can do to change it.

This is what makes Bourqueso feel angry and guilty the most.

Although the death of the victim is not unjust.

These things were already clear to Bourkeso when he heard the name Sword of Kings.

Doctor Who would have done it, and that was what he was supposed to go through, and only then would that end that hapless rift in time.

By the time that moment happened, the three ancestors had completed the cleansing of the demons of that world.

So Bourkeso is waiting.

"I hate these messy rules, isn't it good to cut them directly when you get into trouble!"

Bourkeso muttered vaguely, expressing his frustration with the likes of Merlin who knew the future.

It's like back then, in the High Heavens, he would never put on a good face to Yseriel.

Saying that, Bourkeso's expression was grim, and the news had already been transmitted from the three ancestors that those demonized Daliks had been dealt with.

"Looks like that Doctor Who is about to make a choice."

Bourkeso left the words behind and turned away, and he didn't intend to mix in the rest of the matter.

Damn people will die anyway, so don't worry about it anymore.

That Doctor Who was so full of kindness that he didn't look like an executioner who had destroyed so many lives.

This surprised him when he met Doctor Who.

……

At this time, in St. Paul's Cathedral, the people present were looking at the pepper pot in front of them, trying to communicate, and looked at each other.

This Dalik caught everyone's attention the moment he appeared.

There was not the slightest sign of demonization on this guy, so it used its energy shield to block Odin's casual blow with the Great God's Spear.

Then everyone saw this yellow pepper pot covered in battle scars.

"I'm miserable! Dalik is in pain! ”

The words spoken by this Dalek made Doctor Who lose his cool.

If it was acceptable for a cyberman to ask for help, then what the Dalik said in front of him was enough to make him lose his mind.

"You will never learn to be merciful, you should not exist in this world for the purpose of killing!"

Doctor Who pushed the people around him straight away, strode forward and roared at the Dalik.

The Dalik race is one of the culprits behind the "destruction" of Doctor Who and his home planet, Curry Fury.

The real culprit is none other than himself.

The two sides of the War of Time, the Time Lords and Dareik.

The War of Time can refer to at least two conflicts over time spans.

The first type of time war is when the two warring parties belong to different time processes, which may be more than hundreds or thousands of years apart.

The second type of time war refers to the use of time itself as a weapon, such as preemptive attacks, time loops, time paradoxes, and reversal of the course of history.

And what Doctor Who called "the last great battle of time" refers to the latter.

Two races at the apex of the world have launched a horrific battle in which various time-formed weapons are used by both sides, and the kind of battle that will only end up drawing the entire world and destroying it in one fell swoop.

And the last time Doctor Who lived was a "war" that gave up the name of "Doctor", and now he still feels a heavy sin about all of it.

The "war" himself, who took up arms at all costs and ended the war in the most effective way, is the greatest executioner in the universe.

At least that's what he thinks at this point.

"I feel cold."

Dalik's somewhat chaotic voice rang out here, and the place was littered with the remains of cybermen and the corpses of those demonized Daliks.

The Hellboy on the ground still held the half-cut sword in his hand, but at this time he had raised his head to look at everything in front of him.

"I just want to know, if I let go of the hilt of the sword in the stone, will I be able to close the passage to hell?"

The Hellboy looked at the passages blocked by the Holy Flame, and said with an ugly face as he held the sword in the stone.

His eyes were on the Ancient One as he spoke, and the crown of flames above his head was still flickering.

"He's scared!"

Rostaylor took a few steps straight forward, cautiously holding out his hand to the Dalik.

Her palm rested on Dalik's body, gently wiping the Dalik with the scars of war.

Rostaylor is undoubtedly kind, which is one of Doctor Who's favorite points.

But there's something wrong with the goal she gives to goodness.

"Rose, come back! It doesn't know the slightest kindness! ”

Doctor Who took out the only tool on his body with a little attack power and pointed at the Dalik, the sonic driver was not born as a weapon in the first place.

"I'm the last Dalek!"

The Dalik said with some difficulty:

"Give the order! Give me orders! ”

"He's no longer a threat!"

Rose stood firmly in front of Doctor Who.

Others couldn't understand the contradiction between the two men at all.

After all, the people present, except for Johnny Blaze, who was still in a coma, were not kind stupid white sweets.

The Cyber and Dalik have shown themselves to be a threat.

Or rather, in the midst of a series of shocks, those present realized that they were not qualified to join the discussion.

"Dalik shouldn't exist."

Doctor Who still had what he had in mind, still in a fit of rage, wouldn't show mercy to a Dalek.

He took a few steps forward to get between himself and Dalik no longer in the way. Pulled Rose behind him and left himself alone to face the Dalik.

"Great space junk! How does it feel! ”

Angry words erupted from Doctor Who's mouth, venting his emotions like airbrushes.

"Stand back!"

Dalik's electronic voice stepped back with some fear, and beyond that was the rift in space.

"Why retreat?! What can you do with me!? ”

Doctor Who caught up and stood in front of Dalik, looking at the scarred body, Doctor Who's emotions gradually went to the edge of losing control.

The last war he had experienced had made him make the most difficult choice, and the pain was eating away at his heart all the time.

The moment Doctor Who's life comes to an end, there will be a rebirth.

He's still him, but he's not him anymore.

Doctor Who will be reborn will have completely different hobbies, like completely different things, and may become extremely disgusted with the food he originally loved.

Even if he still has all the memories of his past.

But after all, it's not exactly the same person anymore.

"If you weren't going to kill anymore, what would you do? Dalik? What's the point of your life? ”

Doctor Who surrounded Dalik in front of him, keeping his bottom line cautious.

He silently observed the Dalik, and finally woke up a little bit of his sanity from his outright rage and began to think.

"You're nothing, what are you doing here?"

"I'm ...... Wait for the order! ”

"What does that mean?"

"I'm a soldier, and I'm born to obey orders."

There must have been steadfastness in Dalik's tone, and they wouldn't have had such a skeptical mood.

But this is the only Dalik who has maintained himself under the corruption of the Hell Demon King, and the last Dalek.

He had no group, and he was alone.

"But you won't get the order, you'll never get it."

"I ask for orders!" Dalik's voice became rapid, and everyone could hear his panic.

"There will be no more orders! Your race is extinct! Ashes! All of you, 10 million ships have burned out! The entire Dalik race was wiped out in the blink of an eye! ”

Doctor Who said loudly.

In his memory, his home planet, like Dareik, had all vanished under that final weapon.

That's the choice "he" makes.

"I saw it with my own eyes, and I made it happen with my own hands."

Doctor Who said with pain and hatred for Dalik, his expression distorted at this point.

"Did you destroy us?"

The Dalik remembered in his mind that his people had changed to the kind of flesh-wielding tentacles in an instant, and then he was afraid.

The object of his fear was Azmodan, who had corrupted his people in just an instant, not the Doctor Who in front of him.

He existed at some point in the past, and through this rift came to Doctor Who's eyes.

And that fear of the Demon King of Hell was transferred to the angry man in front of him because of Doctor Who's words.

Doctor Who seemed to be poked at the question by this question.

Regardless, he deprived the two groups of the opportunity to continue to exist.

One of them was none other than his "kindred".

"I don't have a choice."

For the first time, Doctor Who's tone became soft and painful in Dalik's conversation.

"What about the Time Lord?"

The Dalik asked.

In his memory, he was only in the midst of a confrontation with the Time Lord and the planet Curry Fury.

Dalik was corrupted into a demon by the Hell Demon King, but what about the Time Lord?

Little did he know that Azmodan had only come to corrupt Dalik, a race full of anger and destruction, and had been captured by the Ring of Aikatan.

At this time, the Lord of Time was entertaining the three Barbarian Ancestors, and by the way, he was preparing gifts.

His question made Doctor Who hesitate.

In the end, he said lightly: "All are dead." ”

After a brief hesitation, he continued.

"I am doomed with you. The last great battle of time is over. All lost. ”

Doctor Who's words were bland and full of fascination, but there was not the slightest regret in them.

He didn't regret doing that, but it didn't stop him from suffering.

"Only the cowards survived."

Dalik said in an electronic voice.

The others present did not say a word about it.

They can all feel the pain, and they can't empathize with it, but they can understand it.

It should be painful to understand that feeling of "the last human being in the world".

"I've received your little signal, 'I'm cold,' poor little thing."

Doctor Who said in a pitiful tone, his expression turning cold back before it got out of hand.

"But no one will come, because no one will survive!"

"I'm the only one left in the universe?"

"Yes."

Doctor Who's last "yes" was full of pity, perhaps at this time he was facing an existence that was "sympathetic" with him, and that kind of luck made him feel a little relieved.

"You too. We are the same. ”

Dalik said this, imagining in his mind.

They didn't have that ability in the first place.

In Dalik's imagination, the demonic Dalik and the demonic Time Lord continued the battle.

Tentacles fly in the universe, fighting each other.

Two highly civilized races entangled in the most primitive posture and then died.

This Dalik escaped the corruption of the Demon King of Hell because he was a "coward".

He didn't see the barbarians appear in that world, nor did he see the Ring of Aikatan being shattered by Bourkeso.

Unbeknownst to him, Azmodan, who caused the tragedy of Dalik, was already in the Dark Soul Stone with Andariel at this time.

"We're not the same, I'm not ...... No, wait. ”

Doctor Who was angry, then relieved. Just in between that short sentence.

"Maybe we're the same, you have a point, you're right. I know what to do, I know what to do. I know what to do with you. ”

Doctor Who moved back lightly, completely oblivious to the strange expression on Rostaylor's face as he looked at him.

Doctor Who behaves like a madman, or rather his past rebirth, the philosophical proposition that I am not me has turned the child of time into a madman.

It's just that he still has reason and can think.

It's like that crazy philosopher.

"Annihilation!"

A cruel grin formed into the corners of Doctor Who's mouth.

He casually picked up a cyberman's arm and pointed it at it with a sonic driver.

Then he put this arm on Dalik in front of him, and dragged Rostalor over to him, and the two of them walked away from Dalik together.

Flashing light!

This is no stranger to Dalik.

The electricity emitted by the Cybers is one of their most commonly used weapons.

If Dalik is intact, this current does not hurt at all.

But he was just a scarred survivor of the war who was running out of energy.

"Ahhh

Dalik's electronic voice trembled and shouted.

The sound was not caused by mechanical devices, but by the group's bodies paralyzed in the pepper pot.

The pepper pot had lost its ability to protect his weak flesh, Dalik was screaming in pain.

"Man, if you want to kill him, I can lend you a gun here."

Tony looked at Doctor Who's behavior with some frustration, and he casually took a pistol from Demio's hand and said to Doctor Who.

"Why, you don't have mercy!"

Doctor Who roared, completely ignoring Tony's words.

He used the sonic driver in his hand to activate all the power in the cyberman's arm, and the electric light became even brighter.

"Help!"

Dalik began to cry out for help, and Konstantin threw a small stone with a strange green glow, knocking the cyberman's arm down.

Demio and Tony clamped Doctor Who's arm left and right.

Faced with cruel practices, neither of them could look at each other.

Konstantin's actions were the pity that suddenly gave birth to his heart, and the cowardice in his whole soul turned into good thoughts.

He saved Dalik from the crisis.

"Why? Why do you treat him like this. ”

Constantine stopped Rose, who was about to come forward to reassure Dalik, and asked Doctor Who.

The Ancient One and Odin still watched without saying a word.

Merlin and Agomoto have already delivered the message that they won't be doing anything more.

It all ends when Doctor Who witnesses something happening in person.

Everything is no longer of value to them.

So they ignore everything in front of them and let it go.

"Dalik is the most dangerous race in the universe, you should kill him!"

Doctor Who roared frantically, and Demio locked Doctor Who's neck directly from behind.

Then Tony silently took a few steps forward and stood in front of Dalik.

Curiosity is the most valuable quality of every scientist, and Tony is one of them.

"What the hell are you? Can those cybers fear you or you? ”

Tony stared at the pepper jar in front of him, the energy source in his chest flickering.

Dalik lifted his toilet bowl arm to Tony in front of him.

"Get out of him, he's dangerous!"

"Yes, his situation is dangerous, you almost killed him just now!"

Rose lost his temper at Doctor Who, and Nevi watched silently.

The Blood Queen sensed that everything was about to subside, and then she was not far from death.

She waited, waiting for the Doctor to make a painful decision.

Nevi thought she was going to end up in Doctor Who's chest.

That embrace was the only place she felt warmth other than her mother's embrace.

The Blood Queen silently made the final arrangements for her end.

"What are you going to do? Will you suck me to death with a toilet bowl? ”

Tony said casually, then rubbed his hand on top of Dalek's head.

Although his words were not very nice and mocking, he was kind.

The rattle of the metal was a bit harsh.

"Dalik needs energy!"

Dalik pressed his arm against Tony's chest, which contained one of the most powerful energy sources in the vicinity, the kind Dalik could understand.

Moreover, Tony's Warframe is connected to the Internet, and he needs to search for information about the Time Traveler.

That way he could try to find out about the other Daliks.

He needs orders.

The moment Dalik touched Tony, the energy in the reactor in his chest flowed as fast as a floodgate.

"Jarvis!"

Tony hurriedly called out to Jarvis, but received no response.

Dalik's level of technology is not at all comparable to Earth technology.

Even though Jarvis is already a good AI, Tony's technology seems to be completely defenseless in front of Dalik.

In an instant, all that Dalik was going to do was over.

He didn't take all of Tony's energy with him, he just gained enough to activate his energy shield.

After what had happened to him before, he wanted to protect himself first.

All the information available on the network was also obtained, and it remained in his pepper-jar body.

Accordingly, Tony did not suffer any damage other than fright.

"Did you find it?"

Doctor Who said with an eerie smile, he was sure that the Dalik would not find anything.

He realized that Dalek was different when he was absorbing energy, so he didn't worry about Tony's safety.

"Weeping Angel! Quiescence! Why not! Why nothing! ”

Dalik roared loudly, he didn't find any news about Dalik.

"Where do I get my orders?"

"You're just a soldier with no one to command." Doctor Who's eyes flickered, and he could already understand what this temporal rift had brought to the world from the two names Dalik had spoken.

But the existence of the Weeping Angel did not chase him, the Time Lord, in the first place, which made Doctor Who understand that there is a power in this world against the Weeping Angel.

Because the power of time in his body is very majestic, the Time Lord will always be the first target of the Weeping Angel's attack.

But that's not the case now.

"Then I will follow the first order, Dalik was born to destroy, to conquer!"

"Why? Don't you understand, it's all gone! Your race, what you hold onto. ”

Doctor Who said this, then broke free of Demio's grasp and walked over.

Konstantin dragged Tony out with a rock in his hand.

Tony didn't get hurt, just a little frightened.

"And what should I do?"

"Alright then, if you want orders, just obey this."

Doctor Who looked at Dalik in front of him and said with some urgency.

He wanted to get rid of Dalik, and then the space-time rift.

Even if he knew that what he was about to face would be painful for him.

"Self-defeated."

As Doctor Who said this, Nevi's body on the side trembled violently.

She knew that Doctor Who wasn't just saying this to Dalik, he was saying it to her.

Nevi glanced at the sword of the king that had been stuck in the ground, and her expression was sad and relieved.

She'd have to wait a little longer to do so, she hasn't said goodbye to Doctor Who yet.

"Dalik must live!"

Dalik roared loudly, his words focusing everyone except the Ancient One and Odin.

It's an instinct to survive in life, whether it's a scumbag like Constantine or a half-demon, half-human from Hellboy.

"The Dalik clan has failed, why don't you just let Dalik go extinct! There is also a pure place in the universe, why don't you die! ”

Once again, Doctor Who lost control of his emotions, and he thought of more.

Doctor Who shook his head imperceptibly in Nevi's direction, and continued to look at Dalik in front of him.

Rose tried to confront Doctor Who, but Nevi grabbed her arm and gagged her with a ball of mana.

"You can be a good Dalik."

The Dalik said weirdly.

Dalik's words didn't make Doctor Who understand that there was no difference between his anger and hatred and Dalik's.

Such a doctor would be one of the first to be corrupted when confronted by the Demon King of Hell they had seen before.

"I've had enough!"

Hellboy rose from the ground one by one, his massive body almost two Dalik tall.

Dalik is powerful, but his height is mediocre. If Dalik weren't conscious, he would still look cute.

He held the last half of the sword in the stone in his hand and walked in front of Dalik.

The crown of flames between his feet was burning.

The Hellboy who had gained the authority of Zatanos could now claim to be the Monarch of Hell.

As his mood swings, the passage to hell and the human world begins to expand again.

At this time, Mephisto and Satannis, the monarchs of hell who were trying to repair their bodies in hell, screamed in despair!

The opening of the Hell Passage will make them face the barbarians again, and they want to close the passage completely, but they can't do it at this time.

At this moment, a manly female figure appeared in front of the two.

"You guys, are you being beaten by the crowd? Setolak? ”

Her voice wasn't very nice, as if she hadn't spoken in a long time.

"Help! Help close the passage to hell! ”

Mephisto shouted for help from the man in front of him.

"I've just come here, but I don't have any power."

The figure said with a smile.

However, at this moment, Mephisto, the Demon King of Hell, appeared in the midst of Hell.

He made his way to Hell with the help of a suddenly expanding passageway, avoiding the attention of Imprius and Bourkeso.

He pinched the tip of the half-cut stone sword in his hand, let it plunge into the body of a little demon, and threw the little demon back to the human world.

The power of hell surged quickly towards his body, and the body of Hell Monarch Mephisto flew uncontrollably in the direction of Hell Demon King Mephisto.

This body was obtained by Mephisto, the Demon King of Hell, after taking possession of the hapless clone.

This body represents his ability to devour the fool of his name!

The Demon King of Hell has come to Hell, and there will only be one Mephisto in this life!

The little demon slammed the half-cut stone sword into the ground and appeared in St. Paul's Cathedral, and the half-stone sword in his body fell in front of the hell baron.

"Anu En Rama. You can let go of the sword in the stone, which also means that you have given up your qualification to be king. ”

Konstantin looked at the sword in the stone in front of him and said casually. In his opinion, it was still predictable that the sword in this piece of stone would be returned to the demons in hell.

What the barbarians will do in hell, he knows last time. The Satan who almost knelt down left a deep impression on him.

Then Konstantin continued to look at the miserable groundhog-like Dalik.

The Hell Baron took the sword in the stone in his hand, looked at the half of the sword not far away, and then directly let go of the half in his hand.

The Hellboy strode towards Dalik, pulled out the sword of the king that Bourkeso had left behind, and cut off Nevi's head before Doctor Who could react.

Or maybe Doctor Who was ready, but he didn't expect it to be at this moment.

After doing all this, the Hellboy threw the King's Sword at Dalik, piercing the bottom half of the poor pepper jar.

His hands lifted and grabbed his horns, and with a roar of rage, the flame crown vanished as the demon's horns broke.

"That's it, it's all over!"

The Hellboy gave the horn in his hand to Konstantin, a gift he said he would give to Konstantin.

The Helllord's horns are much more powerful than ordinary demons, which is a great gift, especially for Constantine.

With the actions of the Hellboy, the passages on the ground that lead to Hell begin to heal.

The flame of the Prius rushed towards the silent Anderson the moment the passage was closed.

This is the reward of the Archangel of Courage for his subordinates.

Anderson was very satisfied with what he had done, and some inconsequential force could not have been more appropriate as a reward.

Nevi's death had left Rose uninhibited, and she rushed straight to Dalik to observe it carefully, her eyes full of pity.

Her kindness is not bottomless, but apparently Ross Taylor's kindness has a low bottom line.

She's the kind of person who can even say forgiveness for others, but her kindness isn't false at all.

It's just that...... It's just too cheap.

She didn't even glance at the decapitated Nevi. To be honest, Ross is not such a likable person.

Except for Doctor Who, no one present had any personal pain for Dalik.

Doctor Who grabbed Nevi's head and held it carefully in his arms.

Then one last glance at the last Dalik.

Just stood there without saying a word, holding Nevi's head.

"I'm polluted!"

The Dalik roared loudly.

As he faced the Hellboy's stance, he remembered the Azmodan he had encountered.

Fear was in Dalik's mind.

He shouldn't be afraid.

Shouldn't be cowering.

At this time, the Dalik did not hurt the main body, but his will was completely crushed by fear.

Dalik's body exists in the upper half of the pepper pot.

"What's the use of your feelings, Doctor? Watching your loved one die in your arms, what can your feelings do? ”

As the sunlight passed through the wreckage and onto the wreckage of St. Paul's Cathedral, onto the body of this Dalik.

Dalik opened his armor, and the change made Rose feel frightened, and he hurried back to Doctor Who.

Dalik unleashed the limp octopus-like body. The entire body is exposed to the sun's rays.

"Why We Live ......"

Dalek asked, and was struck by a stone that shimmered green.

A dark green light burst out, and the Dalik's body turned into a puddle of pus. Only the foul-smelling pepper pot was left in place.

"You don't have to think about that when you're dead."

Konstantin clapped his hands.

Konstantin may not be kind, and he faces everyone with malice.

But he's a hero, and he's going to nip the danger in the first place.

Konstantin had seen too many demagogic monsters, and although Dalik seemed to be no longer a threat, he decided to give him a ride himself.

"I thought you'd let him finish."

Tony staggered to his feet, looking at the remaining empty pepper jar in front of him and speaking in a strange tone.

"I may have saved you and left you with a research target. How much money do you think will be able to send me away? ”

Konstantin smiled and didn't look at Doctor Who in a daze.

He knew how special Doctor Who was, even if it seemed to him to be just a man whose occult signs were much better than normal people.

But Konstantin was not going to deal with this man.

He felt a similar aura from Doctor Who, something akin to the Celestial Lone Star.

What will become of two "scourges" teaming up? See who can kill the other?

Konstantin decided that it was not necessary, that it was best not to deal with it.

The engine thudged through the air, and the blue police box reappeared in the place.

Doctor Who glanced up at Tardis, who belonged to him, and walked over with Nevi's head in his arms.

A madly loveful maiden who died in front of him turned into a mad wizard, which is already a template for a tragedy.

Leaving here with this head won't change much, and the next step is to complete the repair of the space-time rift with the help of Tardiz.

As for the Weeping Angel and the Silence, Doctor Who felt that the people of this world were enough to face.

The people of this world have shown a good use of time, so it is not a difficult thing to deal with the Weeping Angel.

Especially after the space-time rift disappears, the Weeping Angel will chase the next space-time rift away.

"Gone Ross."

Doctor Who glanced at Constantine, then silently turned around and boarded Tardis.

With the sound of the engine, Doctor Who left this world.

And at the other end, another Tadis appeared.

Bourkeso looked at the box in front of him with a strange expression.

It wasn't the Time Lord who drove to this world, but the three ancestors who moved in after opening a portal.

"Hey! Bulkeso, come and see what we've brought back! That's a gift from the people of the planet called curry or something! ”

Cassius walked up to Bourkesso, roaring loudly, snatching half of the bottle of liquor from Bourkeso's hand and pouring it in.

Maddock sat down on the ground scolding and got into a fight with Colick.

"This is the rule?"

Bourkeso walked in front of the tadis with deep thought and stretched out his hand, from which he felt familiar.

It's like the legendary power of the Yin Sword has been stimulated.

Then the tardis turned into a golden halo and rushed into Bourkeso's body, turning into a tattoo in the image of a bell at the place of his heart.

A gift from the Lord of Time to Bourkeso, a fragment of the rules of time.

They call it the Heart of Tardis.

While not fully masterable like the Devouring Rule, even a passive effect can cause Bourkeso to ignore the damage of the Time Ability.

This may be understood as a full range of resistances.

"Those guys are just so cool! Can you believe that someone can travel through time? If I had this ability, I would have beaten me up once when I was still alive, so that he would not beat Olongus! ”

Cassius excitedly spoke of what he had seen.

On the other side, the space-time rift was completely gone.

"Madoc, your heir is in some trouble, would you like to take a look?"

Bourkeso said casually.

These ancestors are rare to manifest once, so let them find something to do.

"What did that idiot Luke do?"

"It seems to be a fight with a vampire, and the demons deserve to die, but what kind of category is a vampire?"

Bulkeso sounded Dracula, whom he had only met before, and it was also a little difficult to tell.

But it's all over.

The next time I see the Hell Demon King, I won't be able to find the true body of those guys as easily as this time.

As for worldly things, that's not for him to think about.

Someone will take care of this, and he's ready to welcome more power-seekers.

Just as Inprius arrived, Bourkeso remembered that Inprius seemed to have the training methods of the Holy Cult in his hands.