Chapter 39 No Mercy
“Let the doctors wait, we will return today!”
Rumlow’s body recovered quickly with the help of the medicine bottle, and maybe he too The help of the tiger finger on the hand.
After all, his physical fitness is twice that of peak human beings, which makes his recovery ability much stronger.
Correspondingly, his food intake has also increased a lot, probably because his need for nutrients has also increased as his body has become stronger.
"Then can I smoke?"
Tes's expression was a little excited. From the day they arrived, the mission was already in progress. He had not been able to smoke for several days, which made him particularly interested in tobacco. impulse.
"We'll talk about it when we get out! Remember to clean up the garbage!"
At this time, Rumlow had some indescribable respect for this sacred mountain that suddenly appeared. This feeling It was a little different from when he was determined to give everything for Hydra. Perhaps it should be said that it was more pure?
Rumlow couldn't figure out how this emotion appeared in his mind, but he was sure that he didn't hate such feelings.
...
Rumlow didn't understand why he dragged his body that had not recovered yet to the door of the Elders' Temple, as if he had received guidance from the gods.
After witnessing things beyond comprehension in a short period of time, he was fearless.
"Great Bulcaisel, are you in there!"
Rumlow knew that he was acting like one of those guys who had been brainwashed by Hydra, but at this time He looked down upon those guys. What were those guys who lost themselves and the Hydra in front of the barbarians?
He gradually became fanatical and awed by the existence of this sacred mountain.
Bulkessor's figure passed through a blue circle of light and appeared at the door of the Elders' Temple.
At this time, he was wearing skirt armor and iron boots, revealing his body that had been tempered by endless battles in front of Rumlow's eyes.
The special power possessed by the Temple of the Elders makes those electronic devices useless. Even if you want to take pictures at this time, you have to find an old-fashioned film camera.
Although Nick Fury continues to try to reconnect the broken communication channels, and has even ordered Tes to search for Rumlow, there are only two people standing in the Temple of the Elders at this time. Here it is.
"Brock Rumlow, to be honest, I don't like guys like you."
Bulkeso's voice rang like a bell through the vast temple of elders, and the boredom in his eyes was clear appeared in Rumlow's sight.
“I passed the secret realm!”
The moment Rumlow passed the secret realm, he understood that he had an opportunity to become a barbarian and inherit the Nephalem. chance of blood.
“But you haven’t passed the test yet!”
Bulqueso's bored tone required no guessing at his intentions.
In Rumlow's eyes, a pair of golden-orange wings appeared behind Bulcasso, which seemed to interpret courage itself.
"Then give me a trial!"
If Rumlow's expression at this time falls in Nick Fury's eyes, it will definitely lead to a long investigation.
He is a mixture of fanaticism, roughness and justice, a temperament that cannot be shown by his appearance.
Rumlow, who has done countless cruel and dark things in his life, has an expression as noble as that of the legendary Captain America.
"Ha! Where do you think this is? What are the barbarians!"
Bulkessor let out a deafening roar and strode up the steps of the Temple of the Elders. The steps have to be taken down.
“We fight and have glory!”
“We fight and bathe in the flames of war!”
"We are rude and frank and fearless!"
"We! It is justice! It is hope!"
Every time Bulcaisso walked down the stairs, his tone became louder!
"And you! What qualifications do you have to be us!"
"You are surrounded by human resentment and have no respect for life!"
"There is no brilliance at all!" "I can smell the stench on your body from the beginning, no less than the demons in hell!"
Bulkai Suo's body began to swell, and the pair of hideous horns appeared on his forehead.
The moment he stood in front of Rumlow with his three-meter-tall body, the anger radiating from him almost melted the surrounding snow.
Rumlow clearly felt the tangible anger from the Barbarian King, and for a moment he actually felt guilty for his past.
"So tell me! Why do you do that!"
Bulkessor admires the bravery of a warrior, but he also cannot tolerate the existence of evil.
There is no conflict between the two!
Rumlow's tenacity as a warrior was recognized by the barbarians, but his sins gradually emerged in the barbarians' perceptions.
Bulkessor's anger was burning, and flames suddenly appeared on the top of the stone pillars in the Elder's Temple Square. The flames were burning, emitting heat that seemed to destroy everything.
Under the intimidation of the Barbarian King, Rumlow felt the suffocation of death coming.
He didn't want to come up with the excuse that SHIELD was to maintain world security, nor did he want to talk about Hydra's lofty ideals.
In the Temple of the Elders, no one can ignore their truest self.
Hydra's beliefs and SHIELD's philosophy are just shells wrapped around Rumlow.
It was so long ago that he couldn’t even remember how many years it was.
At this time, after he took off all the packaging, he began to look at himself clearly for the first time.
Under Bulqueso's shining red eyes, Rumlow slowly lay on the ground.
He kept his head thinking about being squeezed into the ground, like a wriggling maggot.
Bulkasso had no patience to wait for this boring trick, so he pulled out a ferocious giant hammer from his waist.
"Wu Mercy" comes from the most original legendary weapon given by ancestor Mocott.
He intended to give this power-hungry but sinful warrior a glorious death.
“Bulkessor!”
A shadow of an ancestor appeared in front of Bulkesso, holding up a broken sword and blocking the blow swung by Bulkesso. Heavy hammer!
"Defender Talik! What are you going to do!"
Bulkatho roared and waved the mercy in his hand. The frantic posture set off waves of strong winds, blowing away Rumlow, who was lying on the ground, began to sway like a feather being blown.
"Stop you from taking away the life of a warrior who is willing to turn back!"
The weapon in Talik's hand started fighting with Bulkatho in the same posture!
The roaring sound of metal made the burning fire tremble even stronger!
"Proof of shame! Tarik, you actually disobeyed me because of this guy!"
Bulkessor shouted, and a weight with a somewhat twisted shape appeared in his other hand. Sword, joined in this crazy fighting together.
"You are not the Immortal King yet! You are not as good as Volusk's indestructible power!"
Talik's body gradually solidified, almost breaking away from the form of his soul, showing his strongest strength. The most real power of criticizing the ancestors.
"He is dead! Now I am the only one with a bunch of flags flying high!"
On Bulcasso's body, the angry red light has formed a flame-like halo, Spreading over his body.
Even if the second-generation Immortal King Volusk appears in this place, he may not be able to defeat the current Bulkesso.
Bulcaisel's upper body began to twist, and the tight muscles all over his body told Tarik what he was about to face!
That would just be the whirlwind that shattered the Dark Soul Stone!
(End of this chapter)