Chapter 329 Weird Brain Circuit
“Bulkessor, I thought you would solve the problem you are facing more roughly.”
Johanna said softly.
The feeling of facing Baal directly is not a good feeling, especially after Baal devoured Mephisto.
Pure Baal did not eat the hateful personality belonging to Mephisto, but instead focused all his power on his own destruction.
In terms of strength, Baal once again became the most powerful of the Hell Demon Lords.
The temporary retreat is nothing to Barr, and besides, he has already got what he wants.
Pure power and pure destruction are a match made in heaven.
Johanna is a little worried that Barr's power is too targeted at her.
Both tenacity and defense seem a little powerless in the face of destruction.
"Then what? Being locked up in the burning hell for a long time, waiting for those boring guys to slowly watch Diavolo become the biggest trouble in the shadows?"
Bulkessor did not look back, like this Said to Johanna.
Bulkessor's attitude towards Baal is definitely not good. If given the chance, Bulcaisel would be happy to tear Baal into pieces.
It’s just that the time is not good now, Baal still needs to continue to exist.
There are only two of the three demon gods left now, and with the addition of Billie who is talking nonsense somewhere, it seems that the demon kings of hell now have nothing but the burning fang. The trump card.
"Bulkasso, I'm just a little confused, why do you have to show up in person no matter what the matter is?"
Gu Yi looked at Bulcasso in front of him with soft eyes, and he felt the independent soul belt. It felt like coming, so I was a little confused about Bulcasso, who didn't seem to be free at all.
"Who else do you think can handle some things for me on the holy mountain of Harrogath that I can't handle easily? Rorschach or Thor? They don't have enough mind and strength. They stand on Maybe he won't be so shaken in front of Barr, but he still can't think calmly."
Bulkessor said feeling a little bored.
The barbarians need more power, but that will take some time.
Growth never happens overnight.
……
There is still more than an hour before the celebration begins.
Bulkessor is discussing the specific matters of this secret realm with Warusk.
After all, this secret realm is not so easy to crush. It has to accommodate the ancestors who are full of anger and have nowhere to vent, so the balance of strength is the most important.
"So you came to us with this trouble?"
Warusk said with some displeasure while holding the small black ball in his hand.
The little black ball in Volusk's hand is not a strange thing, it is Mephisto's personality of hating the devil.
Barr's shreds of consciousness and power are also inside, used to create the images of Barr and Mephisto in that battle.
The ancestors are all dead, so their strength is naturally not as strong as when they were still alive.
Therefore, Baal and Mephisto in the secret realm cannot naturally become too powerful.
Otherwise, this gamble would be considered bankrupt.
"I will not fight in the secret realm myself. According to the original situation, I am still fighting those rats who are good at evading in Sescheron."
Bulkessor Sitting on the chair, he looked at Warusk in front of him seriously.
Of course he can't take action. If Bulcaisuo takes action in that secret realm, the bet will be completely unfair.
The bet between Tyrell and Bulcaisel was for the barbarians who died at that stop. As for the new recruits, they were nothing more than an addition.
In a battlefield where the three ancestors will die in battle, all the recruits can do is pray that the stones from the catapult will not fall on their heads.
"A bet? Do you think you are qualified to be a chess player? Burqaso, you won't let me down, right?"
Warusk Touye He didn't raise it, just silently observing the ball in his hand that was the personification of Mephisto.
He looked serious, like Deckard Kane who was bending over the table to look up information.
"Warusk, this is the best opportunity."
Bulkessor said firmly.
Winning or losing this gamble seems to be no longer so important.
The person of Tyrael seemed to be before his eyes.
It’s just that Tyrell’s approach is a little strange.
"Really? The best opportunity? If you directly asked for the power of justice, Tyrell would probably agree."
Warusk finally raised his head and glanced at Bulcaisel, his eyes somewhat meaningful.
Tyrell owes the barbarians, or he has long been prepared to entrust his status to him.
Besides, Bulcaisel also redeemed Yizuel's soul, so Tyrell no longer has anything to worry about.
“It’s just that he won’t do that, at least he won’t hand them over to me right away.”
Bulcasso rubbed his wrists, his tone a little light.
He felt uncomfortable, as if there was some conspiracy unfolding against him.
But Bulcasso quickly put this thought behind him.
Conspiracy?
The Nephalem have long been accustomed to conspiracies and calculations. Whether they are simple or complex, these guys will accept anyone who comes.
When Bulcasso meets Diavolo, no matter what conspiracy he has, Bulcaisso is confident that he can handle it.
Diablo is no longer the Great Demon God.
"Barbarians don't hate justice. What we hate is Tyrell who doesn't do anything."
Worusk threw the ball in his hand to Bulqessor and said With.
What the barbarians pursue is hope, courage, and justice.
And these do not refer to the three archangels Auriel, Imprius and Tyrael.
“I don’t like that guy very much either.”
Leiko sat aside and said silently.
The archangel Leiko is familiar with is Israel, not Tyrael.
Furthermore, the familiar yet reluctant type.
Even if the believer in destiny is dead, Israel still wants to find some clues of destiny from Leiko.
“Bulkessor, according to you, we old guys who died before that battle can only be responsible for protecting those young boys?”
Warusk Said so.
How can a festival limit the number of participants?
That was not a good holiday.
"No, I'll give those demons a little more energy."
Bulkessor knocked on the Dark Soul Stone on his head and said.
Bulkessor had no intention of letting only those ancestors who died in the defense of Harrogath participate in the battle. That would be too stingy.
There are only a few people who must be restricted.
"Can I take action? I want to teach that archangel a lesson."
Warusk opened his eyes wide and looked at Bulkesso in front of him and asked.
When a peak Volusk is put into an originally "evenly matched" battle, it would be a disaster.
Especially the enemies in the secret realm will be weakened accordingly, but Volusk can still use his power.
“Forget it about you, me, and Leiko. Of course, Johanna will not interfere in this battle.”
Bulkasso pinched the ball in his hand and suddenly felt something Made some new discoveries.
A small, dream-like origin appeared in front of Bulcasso's eyes.
“It seems that in addition to giving me hatred, Baal also brought a small gift?”
Bulkeso said while holding the dreamy source crystal, and then produced A novel idea.
"This is part of the rules of the dream. Do we want to have a big one!?"
Bulkessor said excitedly.
The nightmare of the Lord of the Dream Dimension was crushed by Baal. This little bit of original rules was a small sign of Baal's goodwill.
As for what this means, or it can be said that Barr wants to exchange meaning for some corresponding small meanings.
It all depends on what Bulkesso means.
“You are really interesting.”
Warusk shook his head and said:
"It's a piece of the origin of this world. If you don't use it to strengthen yourself, don't you plan to let everyone on this planet go in and experience the overwhelming scene of demons? I don't want to see the people I protect become... Crazy. "
Worusk stopped Bulkesso's too rash idea, but he still felt that way in his heart.
Everyone in the world cannot be allowed to use dream training. This is a flaw in the dream rules.
The soul may be able to become stronger, but ordinary people whose bodies are still weak cannot fight against demons.
But using this thing to teach ordinary people in dreams what to do when facing demons seems to be a good way.
“Can things seen in dreams be remembered?”
Warusk asked.
Leiko smiled coldly.
"Idiot, when ordinary people face a demon, the easiest way is to run! What they can do after they can't run away is to resist. You don't need to teach ordinary people these things, they will do the same thing. .”
Leiko understood what Warusk was thinking, but still poured cold water on it.
Leiko was not interested in the idea.
“If you really plan to make a battlefield, you can build a fortress outside the gate of Burning Hell, and then ask Baal to release some demons to attack the fortress.
That is true. Life and death will help."
Leiko said nonsense.
Everyone knows that the devils of hell cannot be completely trusted, and trusting them will always end in tragedy.
“Forget it, we can’t control Baal. Everything he says can only be believed in part. Even if he swore an oath in the name of the seven evil dragons, I am still suspicious and wary.”
Bulkasso quickly gave up his previous somewhat unrealistic idea.
"By the way, does everyone on the Holy Mountain let them enter the secret realm? Even if they are not barbarians?"
Johanna asked curiously.
She just went to observe some of Steve not long ago. So far, Steve is doing very well, at least he will not become a Templar because of issues such as faith.
"Let everyone in and see if anyone has escaped our observation. Warriors have never been a glamorous profession. If you are addicted to the elegance of mages, it is best not to get involved in the field of warriors. . ”
Bulkeso said with meaning.
Gu nodded, basically understanding what Bulkesso meant.
Mages and warriors rarely have part-time jobs.
The mage needs to use his own spirit to explore the mysteries of the world, while the warrior needs to concentrate all his energy to face the dangerous hand-to-hand combat.
When the two reach a high level, their mental strength and will may be almost the same, but they basically lose the possibility of replacing each other.
As for part-time jobs, unless someone can free their brains to feel the mysteries of the universe and the world while fighting the devil, it is most convenient to just go to sleep.
There is everything in dreams.
……
"Dr. Banner, are you really not going to go into the secret realm to take a look? Maybe you can get some better rewards."
Rumlow pulled Brooke Banner and said.
He has seen a lot of Hulk information from SHIELD news, so this is a good opportunity, an opportunity for Hulk to show his power.
As for returning to a normal person, those ancestors will find a way.
As long as Banner can make them willing to help him.
Rumlow does have good intentions and has no profound calculations, but Dr. Banner is still resistant to agents.
Not even a former agent.
Tony and Wayne on the other side were chatting.
Wearing that high-tech protective suit and wearing that bat helmet, Wayne appeared on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.
Bulkasso received Korik's application, so he casually sent a note to Wayne.
Wayne had just sent a famous killer to prison.
Another unusual killer.
Bullets turn corners, pencils kill, and head-on attacks. This time there seems to be no problem with the appearance of a killer with perfect shots.
"So, you also think technology is the ladder of human evolution, right? I think your suit can be made more high-tech. What's the use of just waving your fists?"
Tony commented casually about Wayne's armor.
Although the materials are very good, the technical content seems to be a bit lacking.
This is compared with Tony. To be honest, Wayne's equipment is also the most high-tech among high-tech.
"Is your technology still useful when there is no energy? At least as long as I don't fall into weakness, my fists will not deceive me."
Wayne said casually.
The tone is a bit perfunctory.
Compared with chatting with Tony, Wayne felt that studying how to fight against the ancestors was the most important thing.
Wayne, who has deep delusions of being victimized, always likes to make these plans, analyzing the weaknesses of others bit by bit, just to be able to take immediate action when a disaster occurs.
It is best that everything will not lead to the worst outcome, Wayne will think so in his heart, but he will still take all precautions.
The ancestors probably understood some of this guy's thoughts, so they never stopped Wayne from doing this.
As strong as Yi Zuer can be corrupted, these ancestors cannot guarantee that their consciousness will always belong to them.
It's up to him to let him have his weaknesses analyzed.
"Hey, you two, it looks like you are superheroes too? So do you have any abilities that I don't know about?"
Constantine appeared licking his face, with Spider-Man beside him He was following him step by step.
Spider-Man is very familiar with Tony Stark. In his universe, Tony is one of the core members of the Avengers.
But Spider-Man knows nothing about Bruce Wayne.
Although judging from the way Rumlow and the others greeted him, he was also a barbarian.
"Huh? Have you never read newspapers or TV? Don't you know my name, Tony Stark? Even so, you should know that I am rich. "
Tony said this to Constantine in front of him with some dissatisfaction, and knocked on his suit casually.
The crisp sound made Wayne look up. There were traces of Rasuk on it. Wayne had already analyzed these things.
Facing Constantine, Tony always feels a little dangerous.
Indeed, Constantine is dangerous to most people.
It’s just that people like Tony Stark won’t be counted among them.
Few of Constantine's teammates are wealthy or powerful people.
Because even if Constantine persuades his teammates to sacrifice voluntarily, the families and forces of those teammates may not believe Constantine's "voluntary" statement.
Constantine was very cautious.
Bruce Wayne casually held a piece of barbecue and stuffed it into his mouth.
Although he did not see Rorschach after returning to the Holy Mountain, Wayne didn't care much.
Patience is his greatest strength.
I woke up in the morning and found that I had a cold yesterday. The chest tightness caused by the cold affected my breathing. I just thought that my asthma had worsened. I didn't notice the cold, so I was in a bad state.
I’ve been feeling groggy all day today, and my cold still hasn’t improved much.
Today, I only updated a mere 4,000 words, not even reaching the guaranteed 6,000 words. I would like to apologize to the readers here.
Sorry.
After taking cold medicine, there are no obvious fever symptoms. It should be a simple cold.
I drank cough syrup, took 999 Ganmao Ling granules, and also took a compound paracetamol tablet. It is said to be effective in treating colds.
My head is still groggy. If I get better from the cold tomorrow, I will update more.
If the status is still very poor, we will work hard to ensure updates of more than 6,000 words.
The content of this chapter seems a bit messy. I will adjust it after I get a little better.
Now I’m really groggy and can’t stand it anymore.
Dear readers, I’m sorry.
This month’s update will not be less than 310,000 words. As long as I can get a little better, I will work hard to make up for the updates.
Since I wrote the book, I have never stopped updating it or asked for leave.
Probably the kind with some credibility.
Readers, please rest assured.
(End of this chapter)