At this time, the eleven members of the Rumlow team had just recovered from the vertigo of passing through the portal.

It was obviously the first time they had been exposed to this means of teleportation, and they all felt a little dizzy at this point.

It's like someone punched in the back of the head.

While every elite agent has been trained to resist vertigo, the vertigo, which is more of a physical sensation, is still in effect.

If you stumble and point your gun at the ground, you can only point it at the ground to avoid mistakes that lead to attrition.

When they fully recovered, they saw a labyrinthine prison in all directions.

This is a randomly generated environment in the Mystery, based on a variety of observations from the Barbarians' long history of warfare.

"Captain!"

One of the agents shouted quietly and pointed his gun at the dimly lit passage ahead.

As a scout in the squad, his perception of danger is even higher than that of Rumlow.

At this time, he could feel the palpitating pressure from the dim darkness that was difficult to see.

As for the stench of sulfur mixed with the fishy smell that permeated the entire space with the presence of demons, they didn't care.

Or they don't have the common sense of the Diablo world, and they don't understand what this smell represents.

"Combat readiness."

Rumlow did not choose to have tactical gestures, but directly to give command with words.

It was clear that they were still lurking, and the Scouts' actions had shown that they were under the watchful eye of hidden dangers.

At this point, concealment is redundant.

Rumlow removed a pistol and a flashlight from his waist and shone them into the darkness ahead.

His crew was already divided into three platoons and was ready to shoot.

Being in the center of the team, he felt that feeling of danger for the first time in a long time, a feeling that had not been seen in a long time since he became the commander of the Einsatzgruppen.

"If it weren't for the ghosts."

Rumlow was willing to blame the ghosts for this feeling, and even in the midst of this sense of crisis, he still retained the superiority of the hot weapon over the cold weapon.

The moment the light from the flashlight illuminated the darkness ahead, his heart beat violently.

A huge monster with a body at least three meters away came into view of the agents, the creature was huge, and the diameter of the waist was almost the same as its height.

The pale skin reminded Rumlow of the first time he had seen a corpse that had been soaked in water for a week.

Even the features on the wrinkled skull were indistinguishable, except for the large, somewhat hideous mouth.

The short limbs pushed towards them at a speed that didn't fit their bloated bodies.

In the blink of an eye, the distance of more than fifty meters was rapidly reduced.

……

"Their luck is really not good, they actually met the grotesque demon in the first place."

In the square outside the Elders' Temple, such a voice was heard from among the barbarian ancestors eating food.

"What's the Grotesque?"

The Ancient One asked Bourkeso with interest.

Although he had seen Bourkeso's magnificent combat career, monsters like the Grotesque Demon were not qualified to be preserved in detail in Bourkeso's memory screen.

Jill on the side looked at the ugly appearance of the grotesque demon, and swallowed the barbecue in his mouth with great effort, trying to suppress the disgusting emotions in his heart.

And Tess, who was pointing the camera at Bourkeso, was a little worried.

"A kind of ubiquitous demon, a little stronger than the ubiquitous sheep-headed monsters and spiders and the like, but only a limited amount of strength."

Bourkeso casually stuffed the barbecue in his mouth and said in a somewhat vague tone.

This was just a lowest-level secret realm, and this grotesque demon wouldn't let him care, after all, this level demon couldn't withstand even the fierce wind that Burkeso waved casually.

It's just that the death image of a monster doesn't change much depending on whether the power to kill him is strong or not.

Even if Bourkeso used the whirlwind that was enough to destroy the Dark Soul Stone, it wasn't much different from what he did with a casual blow.

They are all beaten into powder and dissipated, what difference does it make for the attacked?

"Hah, mage! You will only get this kind of answer when you ask Bourkeso.

Monsters are the first difficult demons that newcomers will encounter, they are strong and powerful, and the most dangerous thing is that when they die, they will explode, spilling a large handful of disgusting little snakes!

And the explosion was enough to send an unprepared recruit to recuperate. ”

The soul of this extroverted savage is none other than Vader, who had briefly spoken to Rumlow.

This guy is much more extroverted than the ancestors who only focused on their own affairs.

After all, he was a merchant when he was alive, not like those old barbarians.

"Are there many such demons in hell?"

Gu Yi was a little curious, listening to Vader's description, she could tell that this grotesque demon was not the lowest level of demons.

Even from the picture, she could feel that this guy might even easily kill the apprentices she had cultivated.

But in this world, she has dealt with Mephisto, the helllord many times, and in the hell of this world, a demon of this strength can at least be regarded as a leader.

"Many, many, like locusts, can't be killed."

Bourkeso chewed the roast meat in his mouth, and by the way, he opened the corbel bone and sucked on the fragrant bone marrow.

"That guy doesn't even have his own name, this kind of guy can kill even me, a businessman, without pressure, you would ask if it is much?"

Vader communicates with the Ancient One for the first time, and he is shocked by the lack of "common sense" of the Ancient One.

At the other end, the Rumlow squad, under the command to open fire, began to shoot.

Dense bullets fell on the grotesque demon with the light of fire, making a series of sounds of wooden sticks hitting the cowhide.

The bullet did enter the grotesque's body, but they couldn't see the blood splattering, and they couldn't see any obvious injuries caused by the bullet.

The huge figure only slowed down its movements, maintaining the appearance of not being attacked in the slightest, and still moving resolutely towards Rumlow's team.

"Grenade!"

Rumlow gave the order, and the agents at the front removed a black grenade from their waists.

After pulling the ring open, they threw it at the grotesque demon who was already less than thirty meters away from them.

For this front-line combat team, the 30-meter throw range was not a problem, and they were able to accurately land the grenade within a radius of less than a meter around the target.

……

"This thing can probably stop the grotesque demon from acting, and it's almost pointless to kill."

Bourkeso analyzes the power of the grenade according to what he sees as it appears to be on the Internet.

Although the grotesque demon's body is very strong, the weakest individual in this group of grotesque demons is still not enough to make it ignore the damage in the face of the power of the grenade.