Chapter 347: Hulk feels as wronged as a child (low quality guarantee)
“Why are you here?”
Bruce Wayne said to Constantine with a cold face.
Holding a bat-shaped hatchet in his hand, it seemed as if he could throw it out at any time.
“I always feel that we are in the same group. Do you feel the same way?”
Constantine slowly lit a cigarette and spoke in a casual tone.
I tightened my windbreaker by the way to prevent my body from freezing in the cold.
He closed the huge wooden door behind him with some effort. Judging from his actions, this was not an easy thing.
"What about that?"
Wayne threw the ax out with a normal expression, and the ax flew past Constantine's head, trimming the frivolous man. of sideburns.
The ax went through the wooden door, ventilating the place a little better.
Except for being a little bit cold.
Wayne opened the inside of his clothes and pulled out another hatchet from a row of hatchets.
He likes to be prepared, after all, the equipment he carries with him is always better than something he picked up off the ground.
“I have some questions about death that I would like to ask, but obviously I am not qualified yet.”
Constantine flicked the cigarette butt, looked up at Wayne and continued:
"As for the barbarians, I know almost everything. A group of noble lunatics. To be honest, I don't like this way of fighting. "
"What do you want from me? Constantine?"
Wayne's words were decisive, and there was no warning in them.
Although aware of Constantine's reputation, Wayne still believed that he had the situation under control.
At least he doesn't regard Constantine as a teammate yet. If there is any need to fight together, just let Constantine leave on his own.
“Get a place to stay and a chance to meet death.”
Constant didn’t raise his head when he said this, he just smoked his cigarette silently, his movements Somewhat obscene.
Just said a great name.
"Then do you want me to chop off your head?"
There was no emotion in Wayne's voice, and it was impossible to tell whether he was serious or just a threatening joke.
To meet death?
Wayne knows what death is.
If Constantine is serious about this, it will be a big trouble.
Wayne does not lack courage.
It would be better to say that he has more courage than anyone else. After all, facing fear every day and finally choosing to make yourself the object of fear of evil requires unparalleled bravery.
A prudent and knowledgeable man like him is well aware of Nietzsche’s famous quote about staring into the abyss.
But he was prepared.
Especially after knowing that fear is no longer an invulnerable concept, Wayne has thought about how to defeat Diavolo more than once.
"If necessary."
Constantine raised his head suddenly, but quickly lowered it again.
But when he looked up, his eyes were bloodshot.
Obviously Constantine is not very calm now.
It was as if he had truly seen the truth of life not long ago.
"This world is so strange, isn't it? It seems like death has forgotten me? Or have you had similar thoughts?
Rather, he excluded us. It feels like we are inappropriate wherever we appear. ”
Constantine is testing Wayne little by little.
He wants to get something useful, and these will determine his future actions.
"Then you might just be a little out of touch. "
As he spoke, Wayne put away the hatchet in his hand, and then turned around silently.
He had to continue fighting, after all, the prizes provided by his ancestors were worth his efforts.
Now that there is an easier and clearer way to become stronger, he will not abandon it.
It's just a matter of making more preparations, even though he is a little worried about using anger as an energy for fighting.
"Well, I'm always out of touch, but I'm always right."
Constantine spread his hands, took a deep drag on his cigarette, and the ashes fell on the on the ground.
Constantine sensed something was wrong.
Some of the big questions about the world.
This is something he had a vague feeling when he was learning the spells of the ancient mage lineage.
The world excludes him a little bit.
He did not find this kind of exclusion from Luke and the others.
And he didn't dare to test Bulcaisuo yet, or maybe he just didn't find a safe way to test it yet.
It feels like I am a stepmother, not getting the slightest attention in this world.
So he wanted to get some news from Death, preferably an answer.
"I try to love life, but what in this world is worthy of my love? He is still gay, right?"
Constantine said a little bored.
Life was never simple for this man.
Fortunately, now he does not need to continue to worry about this matter.
"Hulk is going to crush you!"
There was a huge roar, and a strong green figure with an earth-pounding demon rushed in from the other side of the wooden door!
Then two huge bodies hit the ground heavily.
The smoke and dust in the sky made it even more difficult to breathe in this place that was not well ventilated.
"Ahem! I said, these are not the stones you want to crush, right? Big man?"
The cigarette in Constantine's mouth was almost extinguished in the smoke. .
Fortunately, I don’t know what kind of stone it is, but it was completely broken after being smashed.
At least no gravel splashed onto his handsome face.
"Huh? If I didn't say anything, you can do it yourself!"
When Constantine saw clearly that the figure in the smoke was looking at him with angry eyes, he trembled.
He has heard of the Hulk, although it doesn't have a good reputation.
The Hulk then lifted a thick stone pillar from the ground and walked out.
Constantine wanted to say please and close the door, but he chose to keep his mouth shut when he saw the broken demon.
Speaking of saucy things also depends on the situation.
Besides, Constantine doesn’t think that Hulk’s IQ can understand the meaning of his dirty talk.
"Hulk, are you happy?"
Betty Ross's voice came from the other side of the door, and Constantine could only tighten his tight coat in loneliness.
“There are people who love the Hulk, but why do the people I meet only love my body and my money?”
Constantine took a long drag on the cigarette until the butt turned red.
Constantine is definitely loved.
Just loving him means a heavy price.
The people who love him will always disappear, and it will become like this over time.
Plucking out one hair may not make you bald, but if you pull it out one by one, you will eventually become bald.
...
"Hulk! Very happy!"
Hulk shouted loudly to Betty.
The current Betty may be very pleasing to him.
After all, seeing someone with the same "monster" appearance and being quite gentle to him warmed Hulk's mind, which was no better than a child.
"Then let's go, let's find our next playmate."
Betty had a difficult smile on her face. It's quite difficult to laugh with a bird's beak on your head.
“Next!”
Hao roared loudly!
Then an Earth-thumping Demon in the distance that was several times larger than the previous one moved over as if it had heard the movement.
The spirit of Cassius, who was standing not far behind them, rubbed his head with a headache.
This big green guy is indeed a good seedling, but it seems too early to hit the hammer now.
At this time, the ancestors on the Holy Mountain who can fight with the hammer are all fighting. The guy who is most suitable to fight with this thing is Kotur.
It’s just that Koutul can’t leave.
For a moment, Cassius really couldn't think of anyone who could deal with this guy Nian Hammer.
"Hulk! Smash!"
"Pah!"
Cassius slapped himself on the forehead, and then caught it in a flash. The Hulk with an unbelievable expression on his face!
The moment Hulk hit the hammer, he felt that something was wrong.
It took him a long time to wake up this little guy from his sluggish state, and now he is autistic again.
Nian Hammer is a big demon with a famous name, so this guy is an old acquaintance.
I don’t know how many hammers those idle hell demons have made. Anyway, after a while, a brand new hammer will appear, waiting for the challenge from the nephalem.
Can be called a model worker.
"Hulk!"
Betty suddenly flew over with wings flashing, and took Hulk from Cassius's hand with a dull look on his face.
The sharp cry reminded Cassius of a rooster he had raised back then.
“Do you want to leave the secret realm?”
Cassius said with some embarrassment.
Hulk is not a match for Hammer yet. Although he can take a beating, it is not enough for him to win.
"Hulk!"
Hulk shouted, as if he was about to roll out of Betty's arms.
Had Betty not been transformed by Murdoc, she would not have had this level of power. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise?
"Boy, this is not a battle you can face. Do you really plan to continue?"
A wave of dangerous aura emerged from Cassius's body, pressing down on Hulk. on the body.
"Woo~"
Hulk let out an angry roar and immediately turned into Banner.
Even as a child, Hulk has the strength and intense beastly instincts of a child.
Cassius’s persuasion is still very effective.
“Ahem! It’s damn cold here.”
Banner said very uncomfortable.
Since arriving at the Holy Mountain, he has become accustomed to strange things.
Groups of demons, a lot of powerful and incomprehensible guys.
Now he just wants to know where to find clothes that are enough to keep out the cold!
“Go back, it’s almost over.”
Cassius sent Hulk and Betty out of the secret realm with a grimace.
If Kultur knew that Hulk had to leave because he hit the hammer, he would probably not be able to spare Cassius.
"Who did I offend? Does being disrespectful to victory really lead to a decrease in luck in the battle? Isn't this what those Orak admirers are talking about?"
Ka Hughes cursed and walked towards the hammer.
Fight?
He's out.
He just wanted to confirm the identity of the hammer, so that Kotur could find this "enemy".
The last recruit who witnessed everything and persisted may really not appear.
It's just a pity that Bulcasso has prepared a prize.
Even Cassius was a little jealous of that thing.
...
"Is it over?"
Qualkik finally arrived at the scene of the battle.
He spoke in a long and doubtful tone.
It all went smoothly beyond his imagination.
Through the old man, he saw the boulder that was shining with an ominous light.
It all seemed like he had envisioned it first, followed by fireworks, and then announced the end of this boring battle.
“You really think so?”
Baal’s voice sounded muffled from the boulder, although no one could see Baal’s appearance through the boulder.
But Qualkek still seemed to see Baal’s disgusting face, with veins popping out on his forehead.
"I knew that if the Demon King of Hell wanted to plot a conspiracy, he would always surprise me!"
Qualkirk strode forward and walked past Lizzy.
The grip position of the mountain-splitting ax in his hand was adjusted.
Quar'Kek does not need to hold on to the underside of the ax at this time to maintain the center of gravity in the battle.
In other words, facing a guy like Barr, the best option is to hold the end of the ax handle so that the attack can be heavier.
"The biting cold wind! Blow towards me!"
Qualkek sang a song from his hometown with a strange tune and a roaring voice.
"That is the fury of nature and the freedom of the soul!"
"Boring old guy, no one wants to hear your singing."
Bal's The voice interrupted Qualkek's roar.
On the stone ball wrapped around his body, traces of the blood from Olongus were flashing.
Some subtle bulges appeared on the surface of the originally regular stone.
“The old man is always full of wisdom in life and places his hope on the young warriors.
Because the old body cannot bear the endless anger!
But I When you get old, I can still use an ax to make a hole in your head!
Yahoo! ”
Qualkek’s footsteps turned into a trot. Since the stone has no intention of exploding, let him light the final fuse!
Qualkeke’s footsteps turned into a trot. It's like being drunk, and your body is shaking erratically!
The ground under your feet is spinning and dragging out an arc!
"This is you!" The strongest attack? ”
Barr's voice still came.
Although he couldn't see Qualkek's actions, the anger turned into cold and passed to his body bit by bit.
"What I want is also this explosion. So are you going to let me get my wish?"
Barr continued to talk.
The cold wind on the high mountain turned into sharp blades with Qualkek's actions, converging on the icy giant axe!
The strong wind moved along with the movement of the ax blade, condensing an icy blue blade on the mountain-splitting axe!
"You are just a pitiful consciousness of Baal! Turn it into rubble for me!"
Qualkik roared and stopped singing, and slashed hard with the giant ax in his hand. On top of that boulder!
A huge roar!
Sorry, there are some glitches.
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