Chapter 147 Casillas (Third update)
The moment Bulcaisel grabbed the killer monkey's neck, he felt the feeling of being eroded by the devil.
What can a simple monkey understand?
Even if you can learn to shoot through imitation, it is impossible to learn to calculate ballistic wind speed and the like.
This monkey has long been transformed by the devil without knowing it.
So Bulqueso directly destroyed the monkey's body, turning the killer monkey into a corpse.
Bring this unlucky monkey back and see if we can let it continue to exist in a different way.
"You don't have to rush back, the matter there is over."
Bulkessor said casually.
“By the way, did you bring wine?”
Bulcaisel threw his blood bottle to Rumlow, which bottle was named after the Potion of Endless Chaos.
This potion will randomly teleport the user. As the severity of the injury increases, the distance traveled further.
Bulkessor's usual injuries were not enough to even shake him.
Rumlow was lucky, he only moved three meters. If it had been teleported further, Bulcaisel might have had to jump out of the building to catch the unlucky guy.
For example, Orak of the Big Bear Tribe, after defeating the demon of the Hammer, drank the Endless Chaos Potion while being seriously injured, and then appeared in the cave of Hamelin, and met the man behind The big rat with sores on his upper body looked at each other.
Then he was bitten to death by endless rats, and died miserably.
Although he also took away Hamelin's life, so that the big rat could only appear in the secret realm, this did not change the fact that Orak died miserably.
“I’ll buy it right now.”
Colson chose to trust Bulcaisel. Otherwise, how could he, an agent whose identity was exposed and was still being hunted, return to S.H.I.E.L.D. ?
Bulkasso threw the killer monkey's body into the room and landed on the table. He had to think about how to let the monkey continue to exist.
After all, a monkey with intelligence similar to that of ordinary people is not a common product, especially since this monkey also has good fighting ability.
This monkey should be much more useful than ten pounds of meat, at least it won't turn into ten pounds of meat.
Then Bulkesso took a look at the environment outside the house.
"Matthew! The meat sauce you made was spread on my car!"
Bulkessor 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 knocked over the last ninja, then walked over.
“By the way, why did you only give us axes? I think blunt weapons are more suitable for me.”
“The only help every barbarian can get at the beginning is an axe. Unless you go to Cormac to borrow a spear."
Bulkessor said angrily.
"Rumlow is seriously injured?"
Matthew said softly.
"Louder! Matthew! You are a barbarian! Is there anything you can't say loudly?"
Bulkessor shouted, patting Matthew on the shoulder.
"Yes, that unlucky guy Rumlow was seriously injured and almost died! But his problem has been solved and he will be back soon."
"What are you going to do with me?"
Bucky wiped off the rag that was strangling his mouth on the ground. shouted to Bulcasso and Matthew.
“Why did you plug his mouth?”
Bulkasso was a little confused.
"He was too noisy, mumbling something like 'Steve, I'm sorry Howard'. I don't like noise when fighting."
Matthew put the mace under his arm and spread his hands.
"Perhaps I should hand you over to Mocott instead of Leiko."
Bulkasso looked a little weird. Matthew's speaking style was a little too similar to Mocott's.
When Bulkesso first met Mocott, he was also so talkative.
I also don't like sounds other than war cries and weapons clashing during battle.
It’s just that after Tyrell blew up the Holy Mountain, he rebuilt the Holy Mountain and hasn’t spoken much about it until now.
“I hope to learn from Ancestor Leiko. She was not much worse than you when she was alive.”
“Leiko told you? That girl was the first person I set foot on. She was born decades after the battlefield. She had never seen Leiko's power."
Bulkessor lightly stamped his foot, and a flat ground appeared on the ground.
The blood stain was buried by the rolling earth, and then Bulcasso sat directly here.
"Leiko is older than Volusk. How many ancestors have seen her power? Even if they have, they can't measure the gap between Leiko and me. They only know that I am stronger That’s all.”
Bulkasso wanted to drink, but he didn’t have it now.
"At first I didn't feel like you could get along with us. Why are you so arrogant now?"
Matthew asked with a laugh.
"What kind of airs do you need? That thing is useless when facing demons. Who among the barbarians likes to put on airs except Warusk? No one knows when he will die, and those false things are worthless.
< br>You new recruits, if you weren’t the new crop of barbarians, do you think I would pay attention to you? Just give me something to do.”
“I think you just can’t sit still and don’t want to watch the good guys. Dead, the wicked live.”
Matthew struck the ground with a mace.
"This world is so wonderful. I feel like I have lived in such a world before. But there are no demons and no angels there."
"I don't want to hear your dreams. I just want to smash all the bastards' heads."
The hammer in Matthew's hand hit the ground with a bang.
"Dreaming is also a good thing. It is better than having to wield a weapon while sleeping."
Bulkessor's tone softened for the first time.
A golden portal suddenly opened, and Gu Yi jumped out, holding a young mage's neck in his hand.
"Bulkeso, you said you were willing to help me fix my disobedient disciple, remember?"
The young mage rolled his eyes and looked up to the sky, looking like he was breathing more out than in.
"I also said that you are very much like a barbarian, and I have never seen you challenge the secret realm."
Bulkesso looked at Ancient One with side eyes.
"I will leave my student to you. Don't worry about training him. His name is Casillas."
Ancient One took a stool from the other side of the portal and sat next to Bulcaisuo.
Casillas was placed directly in a pool of blood.
"What kind of idiot is this? It feels worse than a monkey."
Bulkesso glanced at Casillas.
This young mage has the aura of the dark dimension on his body. Other than that, he has no obvious characteristics. He is neither evil nor kind.
But it seems that the belief is quite firm.
“Squeak, squeak!”
The soul of the killer monkey heard Bulkesso’s “praise” and appeared, hugging Bulkesso’s head and pushing his hair.
“I don’t have lice on my head, you stupid monkey.”
Bulkasso grabbed the soul of the killer monkey from its head and stuffed it into Matthew’s arms.
(End of this chapter)